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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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How about meeting Jakes family for the first time? Maybe for the holidays since they’re coming up 👀

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☆ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

☆ Masterlist

☆ Part 2

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D

Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

“Hey love?” Jake called out as I sat in the living room watching YouTube. “I’m in the living room!” I shouted unaware of where he was.

“Can I ask you something?” He said looking at me gently, “Yeah sure what’s up?” I said,pausing the tv and turning to look at him.

“Do you want to go to my parents this year? Like we can go there for Christmas dinner?” He asked and my eyes lit up. “Yes!” I said excitedly.

This wasn’t my first Christmas with Jake,we had been dating for a little over 3 years and I was excited to be a bigger part of his life.

The holidays had been long awaited,Christmas especially. Our apartment was decorated by late November and hot chocolates and late night drives became more regular.

The Christmas tree me and Jake had decorated was beautiful,the golden silver colours lit up the room and the flowers were set on the kitchen island.

“You’re excited,huh?” He said teasingly, “I’ve always liked Christmas,im just happy I get to spend the time with you.” I said softly smiling up at him.

“What you watching?” He asked and I looked at the screen then back at him “One of Sam and Colby’s videos.” I said smiling up at him as he sat down next to me,cuddling up with me under my blankets.

“So this is it.” I said smiling at him as we knocked on his parents door. They quickly opened it,clearly happy to see me.

“Hi!” I said smiling at his parents as they invited me and Jake in.I looked around their house and it was beautiful,stunning even.

“Hi! How are you? You must be this Y/n we’ve been hearing about!” His mum replied smiling at me contently.

“Yeah! I must say I love your house it’s so beautiful.” I said to her as I shook her hand.

“Awh thank you dear.” She said smiling at me. “Would you like to help me in the kitchen?” She asked and I smiled back at her “Yeah,ofcourse!” I replied happily.

Jake pulled out my chair as I sat down with him sitting next to me,I looked down the table seeing the rest of his family members,conversing with a few.

“This looks amazing,thank you mum.” Jake smiled at her “Oh no,thank Y/n she’s a wizz in the kitchen you know!” She said smiling whilst looking at both of us as me and Jake laughed to ourselves.

“Awh thank you but honestly it was all you.” I said laughing to myself as everyone began to load up their plates.

I dug into my meal as I spoke to everyone around me,Jake occasionally giving me encouraging glances.

“So how did you two meet?” His mum asked and everyone glanced over at me,I looked over at Jake and he smiled at me taking my hand in his,his mum asked us almost every time she saw us and it was sweet to relive the story.

“He was filming a YouTube video and our friend invited me to be in it and honestly the rest is history.” I giggled to myself.

I remembered the video vividly when Johnnie invited me I smiled and took the chance to meet his friends.

The video consisted of truth or dare where Jake practically learnt everything about me and before I left I had managed to get his number and Johnnies approval.

“That’s sweet.” His mum and dad said in unison and me and Jake agreed.I smiled as I ate the food,the smell alone enough to make me hungry. I sipped on the white wine which had been placed infront of me.

The table was full of family and close friends,the faint music in the background and the occasional conversation as we all dug into our meals.

Jake spared glances my way occasionally smiling at me with hearts in his eyes. Our relationship was the talk of the table and I smiled shyly as we were discussed.

Jake told me it would happen and it was nothing bad,just the slight feeling of attention made me shy.

I smiled as we finished the dinner,helping his mum wash up the dishes as we spoke and then got the dessert ready to bring in.

We walked into the dining room with plates of Christmas pudding and handed them out,occasionally going back to the kitchen to grab more plates.

I sat back down next to Jake and smiled at his as I picked up my fork and dug into the pudding,as everyone around us seemed to do the same.

I smiled at Jake’s mum and said a polite thank you as she smiled back at me taking another bite of her food as I did the same.

Jake finished up his plate,as did I and then we announced we had presents in the car and we were going out to get them.

We went out to the car and quickly grabbed the presents as we walked back into the house afterwards,our arms entwined with presents.

We nudged open the door and began to hand out the gifts ; which everyone seemed to like.

Me and Jake snuggled together in bed after a long day ; visiting our families,the long drive to their house etc.

“Hey,I got you something but I wanted to give it to you when we were alone.” He told me and he removed his arms from around me and ruffled around in his underwear draw for a moment.

He came and sat down on the edge of the bed and I asked what it was,he got down on one knee opening the little box.

The ring was beautiful,three diamonds edged in the front,the rest of the band being silver.

I quickly sat up in bed looking at him, “Y/n,will you take me to be your husband?” He asked me and I almost jumped on top of him as I hugged him and shed a few tears of happiness.

“Yes!” I yelled out and he kissed my cheek putting the ring onto my hand.

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sluttyten · 2 years

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J.Crew

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twenty-Six: Gangbang w/ Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, & Jaemin

Word Count: 11,401

**Sixsome, double-penetration, anal sex, blowjobs, overstimulation, sub-space (kinda), aftercare

Making choices was never your forte. If you had to choose between two options, it was a struggle.

Chocolate or vanilla soft serve ice cream? You would take a swirl.

Dinner or a movie? Both.

Cats or dogs? Definitely get one of each, or maybe a fox, which is kind of in between.

Team Edward or Team Jacob? You didn’t understand why she couldn’t just have both.

Settling on one option was just simply not something you were skilled at. And when you were faced with multiple love opportunities, that came with a whole new manner of stress over decision-making.

Being the sister of an NCT member meant that choosing a bias in your brother’s group was nearly impossible. The number of choices was simply overwhelming, and even after meeting them a few times, you’d narrowed down your choices for a favorite, but you couldn’t simply choose just one.

However, a few of them chose you as their favorite. Your brother begrudgingly admitted to you once on a phone call that Jungwoo was rather interested in you.

“He thinks you’re cute, and asks me about you all the time.” Your brother says, “Can you maybe just not flirt with the guys I work with?”

But you like Jungwoo. Maybe you flirted with him the last time you were around your brother and a few of his group members, but that’s just because Jungwoo was flirty too.

Well actually, to be fair, you had also flirted with about half of the members. They all liked you, you couldn’t seem to make it feel like a problem, though your brother treated it like one. It was just one guy with a crush. There was hardly even a chance anything could ever come of it.

Until about a week later.

“Literally what did you do last time I saw you” is the annoyed text you receive from your brother one afternoon. “Johnny was just asking me about you, like when you’re gonna be around again.”

You won’t tell him about all the flirting, you just tell him that you can’t help it if his members like hanging out with you more than they like him.

And it only gets worse from there. Each time you talk to your brother, either via message or video call or voice call, he mentions that at least one member has been talking about you. Occasionally a member pops in on the call to say hello.

It’s only actually somewhat of a problem, this inability of yours to choose a favorite, when your birthday rolls around. A wealthy friend of yours decides that you need to have an extravagant birthday party, and she books a private room at a popular club, loads the place with alcohol, and makes a list of exclusive VIPs allowed to attend your party. Your brother and every member of his group are invited, though you don’t actually expect all of them to show up, or any of them. But several of them do show up.

Your brother arrives first. Shortly after him, Jeno and Jaemin arrive together.

You’re reminded of Jeno’s attendance at fashion week in the way that he carries himself. They’re both dressed nicely.

Jaemin’s hair is a little messy, dyed back to black for now, matching his slim black button down and floral dress pants. Jeno’s hair is styled a little more, kept a warm shade of brown, and he’s wearing a deep orange velvet top that’s halfway unbuttoned, some dark pants, shiny shoes.

You find it difficult to pull your gaze away from Jeno’s exposed chest and collarbones, difficult as well to not focus on Jaemin’s bright smile. Jaemin slides his arm around your waist while he talks to you, Jeno stands on Jaemin’s other side, facing you, looking at you like he could eat you up.

This dress you’re wearing for your birthday party tonight is certainly much more revealing than anything they’ve ever seen you in before. It’s a black dress, the sides are entirely cut out, the front and back held together just by crisscrossing laces. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but there are no panties and no bra on under this dress, everything is held in place simply by how tightly this dress is bound to your body.

You’re still talking with both Jeno and Jaemin when more of your brother’s group members arrive.

Johnny, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo arrive together, pulling every eye in the club to them.

Jaehyun looks the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Straight-legged black slacks, a tight black turtleneck sweater, his hair is black and slicked back with just a few strands hanging loose. He moves through the crowd like it’s water just parting around him, making way for him.

Johnny’s dressed in a shiny dark blue suit jacket over matching pants and a plain white tshirt. His dark silvery hair fall attractively to either side of his forehead with just a small section of it falling down in front of his eyes, though he brushes that away so he can better see you as their trio approaches you, flashing you a charming grin and a wink.

Your gaze last falls on Jungwoo as he stands in front of you. A semi-transparent black flowy top doesn’t do a whole lot to conceal the defined outline of his abs beneath, and the tight black leather pants he wears don’t leave a lot to the imagination either—there’s a bulge in the front, the shape of his ass in the back. And the way he’s looking at you, his gaze sweeping over you just as hungrily as yours has just passed over him, it feels like he has plans for the evening to make this birthday one for you to remember.

A few of the others show up too, but your choice has been made in terms of favorites. Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, and Jaemin reign up there at the top of your list, and it’s clear to you as the night goes on that you’re something of a favorite of theirs too.

While the other members that arrive move around, mingling and drinking and dancing, flirting with other people in the club, those five stick pretty closely with you.

It’s difficult to be around them without just staring at them, particularly when you’ve had a few drinks in you. They’re all so handsome and stylish, looking like they’ve just walked out of a fashion catalogue.

Your brother disappeared at some point in the night, probably sick and tired of watching his group members fawning over you, but you’re glad he vanished (not that you don’t love your brother; you would gladly spend your birthday with him if it wasn’t in a club, if you weren’t hoping to get laid tonight, probably by one of the guys that he works with). He would so hate to witness what occurs throughout the rest of the night.

The first one to actually make a move is Jungwoo.

He finds you by the bathrooms as you’re squeezing out past the line that extends from the women’s restroom. His hand is gentle and warm on your lower back as he draws you in to whisper something in his ear. You’re tucked against his chest, a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to hear him better even though he’s speaking loudly and his lips brush your ear with every word.

You don’t entirely know what he says, only that he was telling you that you looked pretty, and he was really enjoying seeing you tonight. With his cologne intoxicating you, his heat surrounding you, and his lips against your ear, your heart flutters and you turn your head to brush a quick kiss against his lips.

Jungwoo eagerly kisses you again, right there in that hallway, in front of a line of people. There are a few hoots and whistles, a couple cat-calls.

You grab his hand and pull him away from there, dragging him out to the dance floor, losing yourselves somewhere in the middle as you pull Jungwoo back against you, kissing him again.

There’s no telling how long you make out with him out there in the crowd, your heart singing because yes! You’ve finally made your impossible choice, choosing Jungwoo tonight.

But after a while he communicates to you that he’s gonna go fetch some drinks for the two of you. You start to follow him through the crowd, his fingers loosely twisted with yours, but when you run into Jaehyun near the edge of the crowd, Jungwoo’s fingers slip away.

“Do you want a drink, Jaehyun?” Jungwoo asks, still edging away towards the bar. “I’ll be right back!” And he leaves you there with Jaehyun.

He looks down at you, all dark eyes and dark hair, dark wardrobe and looking very sexy in the whole ensemble. Shit, maybe you’re not so settled in your choice, because as you stand here burning under Jaehyun’s gaze, you realize that you would also very much like to be on your knees for him.

You’re a little drunk. That’s your excuse when you press yourself against Jaehyun, your fingers light against his jaw as you draw him down to kiss you too. Jaehyun smiles as he kisses you, his hand resting lightly at your elbow. Your other hand dips down over the front of his turtleneck sweater. You can feel his abs under your fingers, hidden under the tight material.

Jaehyun’s still kissing you and you’re still feeling him up over his clothes when Jungwoo returns with drinks for the three of you.

It’s only because Jungwoo grabs Jaehyun’s hand and pulls it away from your arm that either of you even notice him. Drinks forgotten, Jungwoo just looks pissed off, and he turns and walks away after looking at the two of you with your dazed and innocent expressions.

You return up to the private room after that, Jaehyun trailing behind you as you search for Jungwoo to apologize to. He’s sitting beside Jeno and Jaemin, tossing back the drinks that he’d purchased, ignoring how the two of them have their heads bowed together while they talk.

“I’ll talk to him,” Jaehyun explains as he steps around you. “I think I know what to say.”

You let him go make excuses or apologies or whatever to the other man, and you steer yourself over to the table piled with drinks and snacks and cake and gifts for you. You grab a drink, grab a snack, hide yourself in a corner near the table to inhale both of them. You take another drink when the first is empty, and you’ve just downed that one too when you notice someone watching you.

Johnny’s standing a few feet away, holding a slice of cake.

“You okay?” He asks. “Maybe take a minute between drinks.”

But you grab another from the edge of the table, and you’re about to throw that one back too, when Johnny is suddenly right there in front of you, his hand around your wrist.

“Slow down.” He takes the drink away, sitting it back down on the edge of the table. He briefly kisses your hand before he lays it back down on your lap. “It’s your birthday, why do you suddenly look so upset?”

Do you look upset? You just feel confused and worried. You don’t want Jungwoo to be upset with you because you do actually like him, but you’re confused because you like Jungwoo and you like Jaehyun, kissing them both was fantastic, but you also like Jeno and Jaemin. And Johnny. Having him right here in front of you, you want to kiss him too, but when you move forward to do just that, he lays a hand on your shoulder, holding you back.

“You’re definitely drunk. Aren’t you?” He teases, lightly pressing at your shoulder so you sit back fully in the chair. “You just said all of that out loud.”

Oh.

You frown a little.

“Those are some complicated feelings you’ve got in there.” Johnny smiles kindly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to tap a finger against the side of your head. “But you don’t have to make a choice tonight. We all like you too, but it’s not like anything has to happen right now. Just, maybe, eat a piece of cake. Sober up a little. Okay?”

His voice takes on a tender tone, his hand dropping back down to squeeze your shoulder carefully.

You accept the piece of cake that Johnny hands you, and if he thinks it’s weird that you eat it without utensils, just pinching off bites of the cake with your fingertips, Johnny doesn’t say anything. He just crouches there in front of you and watches you, laughing a little as you get a smudge of the frosting on your cheek.

Johnny leaves you only momentarily to get a napkin, a bottle of water, and something else for you to eat. When he returns, he sits on the floor in front of you, and there’s something about having him there with his hair tousled and his expression soft and a little sleepy, that you think you fall a little in love with.

The snacks and the water definitely help, and after a while you’re feeling a bit better. You still want to kiss Johnny, but to be fair, any time you’ve been around him sober you've wanted to do that too.

Johnny helps you back over to the table where the other four are sitting.

You feel like a little bit of a mess, still pretty tipsy and you’re pretty sure you have cake crumbs on the front of your dress. It’s not fair since they all still look so handsome and put together. Jungwoo doesn’t seem so pissed off now as he and Jaehyun are talking together. Jeno and Jaemin watch as Johnny helps you to sit down, sliding in right behind you.

You rest your head on your arms. “I think the night’s about over. I’ve had enough to drink, made a mistake or two.” You turn your head to look at Jungwoo. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m just… confused and indecisive.”

“We can tell,” Jaemin says. “The way you’ve kept all of us hanging around you tonight, held on by strings of hinted promises.”

You pout at him. “I’m sorry. I like all of you. I just,” you sigh heavily, “I am terrible at making choices! Ask anyone! And the five of you are putting a very big choice on me, like what the fuck? It’s my birthday, I don’t want to have to choose. And I can’t choose anyway. You’re all hot, all nice, all just, like, fucking perfect.”

You think of the show The Bachelorette, and you feel like you’re in that same situation. Only this is less about entertainment and more about causing you internal strife.

Johnny laughs softly, draping his arms over your shoulders. “I told you that you don’t have to choose tonight.”

You shouldn’t have to choose at all, that’s what you really mean. You shouldn’t be facing a choice. To be faced with five incredible men who all want to be with you at the same time, that’s an impossible choice for anyone. And before tonight you thought you were just trying to choose a bias in your brother’s group, not necessarily a guy to share your bed with.

But they’re all looking at you right now.

“I think I should leave.” You stand up, doing your best to climb over Johnny to get out from the booth, but you stumble, and end up plopping yourself right down in his lap instead. His hands securely wrap around you, and you can feel his hands against your bare skin at your sides. Feeling startlingly sober all of a sudden, you stand up, brushing his hands away, actually freeing yourself from the booth now.

You spin around and look back at all of them. They’re still watching you, all five pairs of eyes on you alone.

“I can’t choose. That’s my answer. Also, I can’t actually sleep with any of you, my brother would kill me and any of you for that if he found out.”

“Then we just don’t let him find out,” Jaehyun says, and he leans forward, his elbows on the table. “But don’t pretend like you don’t want us just because your brother might not like it.”

Still, you’re going to leave. You can’t just walk out of this club toting along an idol, and not expect the news to spread everywhere and definitely get back to your brother. When you tell them as much, they all exchange looks. They know how true that is. Dating rumors start with a lot less evidence than having a club full of witnesses seeing you leaving together.

Jeno speaks up then. “Why don’t we all help you home? You can’t leave alone, it’s not safe this late at night. We can get you home safely, and if we go all together, then it won’t look weird.”

“Besides, I drove tonight.” Johnny stands up, and he’s towering over you, holding his hand out to you. “So I can get you, the boys, and all of your presents home safely, sweetheart.”

The party wraps up very quickly after that. You make a quick pass around the private room to thank the people in the room for coming, to show your wealthy friend that you really, truly appreciate her throwing this party for you. The guys take care of transporting the presents down to Johnny’s car, and then Jeno and Jaemin wait for you to walk you down to Johnny’s waiting car.

There are only five seats in the car, which isn’t exactly safe since there are six of you, but you fit just fine on Jaemin’s lap (with a seatbelt!), and Johnny’s a good driver. As soon as you’re all loaded into the car, he makes sure to let you know that he laid off the drinks a few hours ago so he’d be fine to drive, and you trust him.

That’s something you realize as soon as the car is in motion. You trust all five of these men. They’ve never done anything to show themselves untrustworthy. Your brother has only ever had great things to say about all of them. You trust them.

You don’t feel even remotely drunk anymore as Johnny drives through the streets, following Jaehyun’s phone’s GPS directions to the hotel you’re staying at for the weekend. It probably helps a little that Jaemin has got a finger slipped beneath one of the laces at the side of your dress, and the electric feeling beneath your skin of him actually touching you–a deeply intentional touch, too–has you feeling wired and awake.

Jeno’s touching you too from his spot in the middle of the backseat. His hand rests on your knee where it’s draped over Jaemin’s leg. Each bump in the road has you moving in Jaemin’s lap, and you would have to be entirely ignorant to miss the swell against your ass, to miss the soft sounds Jaemin tries to swallow down when Johnny hits a speed bump going a little too fast or when he takes a curve and you somewhat unintentionally grind down on Jaemin’s erection.

Jungwoo sits oblivious on the other side of the backseat, but Jeno is fully attuned to what’s happening between you and Jeno. His hand strokes up from your knee, fingers dancing up your inner thigh towards the edge of your dress. Your pussy heats at the thought of him just throwing all caution to the wind and slipping his hand up under your dress, discovering that you’re wearing nothing that even resembles panties, giving him clear access to touch you.

But he and Jaemin both keep their hands mildly respectful. Just the touches on your leg, and Jaemin’s fingers tugging and dipping beneath the laces at your sides.

When Johnny finally pulls into the parking garage of the hotel, backing cleanly into a spot, you reluctantly pull yourself off of Jaemin’s lap.

He’s the last to climb out of the vehicle, the first to lift a few of the gift bag birthday presents, holding them in front of him as you lead the way to the elevator that will carry the six of you and all of your presents up to the floor your room is on.

It’s really helpful to have all of them, because there are quite a lot of presents. It would have been impossible for you to carry them all by yourself, or it would have taken several trips up and down the elevator, but with all six of you, it takes only one trip.

They all file into your hotel room when you open the door. All of the presents are deposited beneath the window at the far end of the suite. And as they dawdle, as you notice Jaemin trying to keep his hands folded in front of his crotch, you make up your mind at last. Your choice is made.

You’re not going to choose one of them.

As Johnny starts to lead the way back to the door, sighing a little before saying that they should get going, you step in front of him. You lay a hand on his chest, stopping him.

You’re going to choose all five.

“What if you stayed?” You say, looking first at Johnny, and then at the others behind him. “All of you. You can, like, take turns or… something.”

Jaemin makes a choked noise. Johnny looks down at your hand on his chest, trailing his gaze along your arm, up to your face. He cocks an eyebrow at you, tilting his head a bit to the side as well.

“Are you asking for, what, a gangbang?”

You shrug. “If that’s what you want to call it. But I want all of you, I know that. You’re all here. Jaemin’s been ready to fuck me since I sat on his lap in the car. We might as well.”

“And what about your brother?” Jaehyun says. He moves over to sit down at the foot of the bed. “Thought you were worried about what he would think.”

“He doesn’t have to know about any of this.” You pull your hand away from Johnny’s chest, looking behind him. Jungwoo’s staring right at you, looking like he’s swallowed his tongue. Jeno’s looking at Jaemin already, grinning like this was somehow their plan all along, and Jaemin looks like he’s ready to just strip down and be with you.

“Good enough for me,” Jaehyun says, and he toes off his shoes, leaning back on his hands there at the edge of the bed. “I’m in.”

You smile, walking away from Johnny to carefully climb up into Jaehyun’s lap. You pick back up right where you left off earlier before Jungwoo had interrupted. Jaehyun kisses you smoothly, his hands sliding around to your ass.

“Alright then,” you hear Johnny say. There’s a soft jingling thud, like something hitting the surface of the desk the hotel provides. “If anyone doesn’t want to participate, there’s the keys. Go wait in the car.”

A moment later, there’s Johnny, fitting right up behind you. He reaches around, fingers gentle against your throat as he tips them up beneath your chin, stealing your lips from Jaehyun. Johnny leans around, turning your mouth to meet his. Jaehyun finds satisfaction with just kissing your throat in the meantime.

No one takes the keys from the desk. You’re still kissing Johnny when you feel the weight on the bed shifting again, and then Jungwoo’s voice asking, “How are we going to do this with all five of us?”

“Carefully,” Jaehyun answers, sliding his hands up under the edge of your dress, over your hips. “We’ll take turns.”

You moan, breaking the kiss with Johnny to look around at all five of the guys. “I want each of your to fuck me. That’s my birthday wish tonight. Even if it’s too much for me, I want you to keep going.” You don’t know how you’ll handle taking five cocks, but you want to do it all before the night is over.

Beside the bed, Jeno and Jaemin are already stripping their nice clothes off, and while Jaehyun returns to kissing your neck, you watch the other two men pulling their clothes off, revealing skin. You admire Jeno’s defined abs, the V of his hips being revealed as he drops his pants, and his cock swings down against his thigh. Jaemin has an equally dramatic reveal, losing the fitted black button down to reveal an impressive set of abs, and he makes direct eye contact with you as he slides his thumbs beneath the waistband of his fancy pants, pushing them down to show off his bold erection.

Jaehyun only protests slightly when you slip backwards off his lap, moving away from the three eldest men over to the two naked men waiting for you.

You kiss Jaemin first, his hands rising to cup your cheeks and pull you into him. Jaemin kisses you slowly, sensually, like he wants to remember this first kiss and savor it.

Jeno can hardly wait for his turn, already sliding his hands over you, one along your belly and the other over your lower back. He all but pulls you away from Jaemin, kissing you even while Jaemin’s fingers are still lingering on your cheeks. Jeno’s the opposite of Jaemin: kissing you impatiently, hungrily, prying a moan from you as he sucks at your tongue, as he slips his tongue into your mouth too.

You’re so caught up in their kisses, that you barely even register the sounds of the other men stripping behind you. Belt buckles hit the floor, clothes rustle, someone moans as they get a hand around their cock. Jeno kisses away from your mouth, along your jaw, down your throat. His hands on your belly and lower back move down as well until he’s touching your thigh, and much like you’d wanted just a short while ago in the car, Jeno touches you.

His fingers sneak up beneath the edge of your dress even as his lips leave your skin entirely, and Jeno sinks down to his knees.

“Can I kiss you down here?” He asks, fingering the edge of your dress. “Do you want it?”

Fuck, yes, you want it. You nod eagerly, pressing your fingers against the back of his head as Jeno lifts the bottom of your dress, pushing it up over your hips to reveal to all of the men in the room that you’re entirely bare beneath. No panties. Not even a single hair remains on your pussy, courtesy of an amazing waxer. Your pussy lips are perfectly smooth and soft when Jeno scoots forward just a little more to give you a kiss.

His first kiss lands over your clit, a small gasp leaving your mouth, but it’s nothing compared to a moment later when Jeno really tilts his head for the angle, and this time he kisses your pussy as he would kiss your lips. His tongue traces along your slit, dipping inside for a taste, and Jeno making out with your pussy is possibly one of the most incredible things you’ve experienced tonight.

Jaemin and Jungwoo both move to claim your lips at the same time. Jungwoo wins by a millisecond, capturing your lips, his bare chest bumping against your arm. Jaemin starts to complain, but he gives up when Jaehyun beckons him over to join him and Johnny on the bed, all three of them begin touching themselves to the sight of you getting eaten out by Jeno.

Jeno takes your leg, dragging your thigh up over his shoulder, giving him more space to fit in, creating a better angle. And it helps. His lips close around your clit, sucking gently in a way that has you gasping and breaking away from Jungwoo.

You loop an arm around Jungwoo’s shoulders so he’s supporting most of your weight as you roll your hips down against Jeno’s face.

Jungwoo watches you closely, his lips curling in delight as your face contorts with pleasure. One of his hands drifts across the front of your dress, rising up to your tits, finding your nipples pressing out hard against the fabric. His hands are big enough that Jungwoo manages to run his thumb delicately around one nipple while his middle finger reaches the other nipple to do the same.

You arch your chest into his gentle stimulation, rolling your hips constantly down against Jeno’s warm tongue and sweet lips.

It’s when Jeno’s fingers join his tongue that you lose control.

His fingers slide through your slick arousal, gathering it up as he presses first one and then two fingers inside you. He moves quickly, thrusting them inside you rapidly while flicking his tongue over your clit.

Your body feels like static when you cum, your pussy dripping down Jeno’s chin and cheeks, your body collapsing back into Jungwoo’s arms. Your legs are just noodles when Jeno pulls out from beneath you, wiping and licking at his lips and chin, his smile glistening in the lamplight as he stands.

“Thanks,” he says, leaning in to kiss you with your cum still on his lips.

“Stop hoarding her for yourself,” Jaehyun says from the bed.

Jeno backs away, grinning as he looks over at the others. You and Jungwoo look over too, finding Jaemin with his fingers tight around the base of his cock, Johnny rubbing at his chest while neglecting his erection, and Jaehyun’s fisting his cock with only the pink tip peeking out from between his fingers.

“God, I made the right choice,” you moan, stepping away from Jungwoo to climb onto the bed. You chose all of them, but now you don’t know where to actually start. You’re ready to get fucked, but who do you take first?

Jungwoo makes that choice, climbing onto the bed right behind you, he fits his body right behind yours. You can feel his cock against your thigh as he grinds against you, as his chest presses along your back, his arms coming down on either side of you. Jungwoo’s lips brush your shoulder, and softly he asks, “Can I watch you ride me, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Jungwoo,” you sigh. His lips travel from your shoulder along your neck, and you turn your head to give him better access. His hands slide around your body, pulling you upright against him as he straightens up into a kneeling position. You’re feeling breathless as he sucks at a sensitive spot. “Just, uh, untie the bows at the sides to get this off.”

“No, I wanna fuck you with it on.” Jungwoo slides his hands up the front, rucking it up on his way to touch your tits again. “I wanna see you come undone in your sexy little dress.”

One of the others murmurs their agreement, though you can’t see who it is. All there is right now is Jungwoo and his hands and his lips and his bare erection grinding against your ass now. He’s probably going to ruin this dress, you can already imagine the mess of sweat and pre-cum and cumstains that are going to be left on this fabric before the night is over. Maybe a good dry-cleaning will fix it, but somehow you doubt it.

You write off the loss in your head. If this all goes accordingly, ruining this dress will be worth it.

“I’m, uh, on birth control,” you announce to the room. You glance sideways at the other four. Johnny’s propped up against the headboard of this King size bed. Jaemin and Jeno sit at the foot of the bed, watching. Jaehyun sits more towards the middle of the bed, the closest of them to you and Jungwoo. His eyes are on your lips as you say, “So, are you all clean or does someone need to quickly go find some condoms?”

You don’t know how active any of them are in their sex lives, or how careful they are. You don’t know how often they get tested. All you know is that all five of them confirm to you right then that they’re clean, nothing to be transmitted if you take all five of their cocks raw.

Perfect.

Raw sex is your favorite. You’re a little bit of a cumslut, not that you’re going to start this off by telling them all that, but maybe they’ll figure it out.

Once Jungwoo is on his back beneath you, his hands at your hips tugging you down to straddle his lap, you feel excitement and nervousness flooding through you in equal parts. This is a big undertaking, this orgy you’ve signed yourself up for.

Jungwoo’s cock stands tall and hard as you line yourself up, his cock nudging against your pussy beneath your dress. His hands flutter, resting briefly on your hips, running down your thighs, briefly flying up to touch your tits, back down to your ass. He’s restless and eager, hips twitching off the mattress as you tease your wet pussy in light circles at the tip of his cock.

“Please,” Jungwoo moans, “Just take me in.”

You smile, dipping your hips, and at last sinking his tip into your warmth. You and Jungwoo moan in unison, and when you press both of your hands to his chest, your fingernails digging a little against his toned pecs, you drop your hips back, sliding his cock the rest of the way in. You settle down, fully seated on him.

You take a moment, adjusting to the full feeling of holding Jungwoo inside you, how he’s hitting so well just like this. A spark of heat is already lighting up in your belly. And when you begin to move a second later, using your hands on his chest and your knees pressed into the bed as leverage, you know this is going to be fucking amazing.

It’s like you press ‘start’.

Jaehyun moves to lie down adjacent to you, looking up at you as he runs his hand over his cock.

Jaemin rearranges too, moving higher up the bed to get a better look, kneeling there as he jerks off.

Jungwoo just lies back, looking up at you as you ride his cock. His fluttering hands still flutter restlessly, tugging at the laces along the sides of your dress as you rock your hips. The tight lacing begins to loosen, the material sliding a bit, and when his hands come up to your chest next, it doesn’t take much to have the top of your dress slipping to the side, exposing your breast for the first time tonight.

He fits his fingertips beneath the loose fabric on the other side of your chest as well, and he flicks his fingers over your sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them, teasing as he lifts his hips up to meet your rocking hips.

You whine, moving your hips a little faster. It’s made even better when he uses the rest of his hand to cup and squeeze your tits, pressing them together beneath the cover of your dress.

Jungwoo starts to sit up, his lips parting and his tongue held out in a way you know he means to suck at your nipples. It’ll feel amazing, you know, but you’re not trying to cum again so early in this fun.

You press down at his shoulders, forcing Jungwoo back down flat.

You just moan, needy, rocking your hips down on his cock with a little desperation. Jungwoo, now denied your tit in his mouth, moves on from there by trailing his hands down your sides to your ass.

He flips the skirt of your dress up, exposing your ass to all of the others, and he squeezes your cheeks in his hands, massaging and parting them so the other four can see clearly your asshole and beneath that his cock disappearing into your pussy.

You lean over him, falling forward a bit from your sitting position on him.

Jaehyun moans, and a sideways glance at him shows he’s stopped touching himself for the moment. His cock is blushing brightly, tip glossy with precum.

Maybe you’ll take him next.

But for now, Jaemin moves again too. He moves from just kneeling to standing on the bed, his cock level with your mouth as he strikes himself. You watch a clear bead of precum spear from his slit, and you can’t help yourself.

Jaemin doesn’t make a sound as you lean in, tracing your tongue beneath the tip of his cock, scooping up that bead of nectar gently. He just watches in delight as you look up at him, as you open your mouth and kiss his tip.

You hold Jaemin’s gaze as you take him in deeper, as you start rocking your hips again on Jungwoo, rocking bobbing your head on Jaemin’s length.

But maybe you’re not as coordinated now because Jungwoo takes over. His hands on your ass hold tighter, moving you on his cock as he also thrusts off the bed into you.

You take Jaemin in deep, swallowing around him, and you can hear how loud and wet it sound as you gag a little around him when he begins to slowly fuck your throat.

Both Jaemin and Jungwoo take over control and you feel like a pretty little sexdoll between them.

Jungwoo’s hands return to your chest, pushing the fabric off the dress in over your tits so they’re both exposed for him to play with as he fucks your tight, warm pussy.

All you can do is whine and moan around Jaemin’s cock when Jungwoo sits up and at last gets his mouth on your tits.

You don’t understand his fascination with them, but clearly it’s something of a fetish or a kink for him, because it’s only a moment later that he’s pounding up into you, gasping and grunting your name against your tits as he rushes into his orgasm.

Your mouth falls away from Jaemin, gasping and moaning as Jungwoo cums inside you.

Jungwoo is still thrusting, and as you sit up on him again, your whole body is rocking with the movements. He empties his load deep inside you, pressing his cock in fully to the base as he settles, pulling you down on him when his hips come to rest down on the bed again.

He looks fulfilled, his eyes hazy a little as you look down at his face. You don’t expect Jungwoo to have the strength to do much else, but he surprises you a second later by flipping you over beneath him. Your hair spreads out across the pillow, the mattress now under your back as Jungwoo holds himself above you.

He just dips in to kiss you. A deep, thorough kiss that leaves you breathless when he ends it, pulling away from you entirely.

You look down the length of your body, finding that your dress looks fucked up, twisted around your body, flipped up to expose your pussy and abdomen. You have your legs bent up, knees in the air, and between the V shape of your thighs, you watch Jaehyun flip over onto his belly and crawl the short distance up the bed towards you.

His hands slide over your ass, up your thighs, back down to brush his thumbs along your pussy. “My turn?” He asks as he lifts himself up, leaving a kiss against one of your knees.

You hum softly, nodding, moving a hand down to meet his where it curves around your outer thigh.

Jaehyun doesn’t waste any more time than he must. He situated himself between your legs, and an instant later, he’s pressing in.

Your legs drape over his thighs, ankles knocking a little against his ass as Jaehyun spreads his legs open to slide even farther inside you.

Jaehyun is a man on a mission to cum.

He goes hard from the start, coordinated thrusts, certain rolls of his hips. He knows what he wants, and that’s to cum inside you. Jaehyun folds himself over you, his lips trail along your jaw, hands grasping at the front of your dress, at your sensitive tits that are constantly at threat of spilling out from beneath the dress.

When he kisses you, you feel like bursting. Jaehyun pours passion into the kiss, renewed energy into the way he’s fucking you. Half-formed whimpers leak from between your lips, and Jaehyun kisses them away as he presses you in half, folding your knees toward your chest.

Your dress is fully twisted now. One tit exposed. One of the laces on the sides is coming undone, you can feel the loose strings of the bow tickling over your hip with each of Jaehyun’s thrusts.

You barely even register that Jaemin is still kneeling at your side, struggling not to cum untouched to the sight of you gasping and moaning, tossing your head back against the pillow with a loud moan as Jaehyun hits just right inside you, as he keeps hitting that spot.

“Cum for me, baby,” Jaehyun moans. His hips snap forward, cock gliding over that spot of absolute perfection inside you. He lowers his lips to your cheek, murmuring your name before he repeats, “Cum for me.”

You obey.

Your head tips back against the pillow, chest arching off the bed as your orgasm powerfully rips through you. Your fingers twist against the sheets, against Jaehyun’s arms, finally diving against the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and you drag it up, hiding your face beneath it as you let out a loud moan when Jaehyun shifts the angle so he’s driving his cock only against the bundle of nerves inside you, shooting your pleasure level off the charts.

You’re not even coming down from your high yet when you feel a pair of lips on your chest, sucking at your exposed titty, tongue tracing around your nipple.

Jaehyun’s still fucking into you, breathy groans fall from his lips as he snaps his hips forward, the pace growing uneven and tighter as he approaches his orgasm, and the way that your pussy clenches around him and the way you roll your hips down to meet his thrusts carries him quickly there.

The lips on your tit don’t back away even as Jaehyun presses over top of you again, pinning the head of whichever boy is on your tit between Jaehyun’s chest and yours. You feel a moan rather than hear it, the sound vibrating against your breast. Jaehyun however is seemingly ignorant of the other man. He pushes the pillow away from your face, and his lips crash against yours; he kisses you as he floods your pussy, grinding into you slowly to make sure he gets it all out inside you, not wanting to waste a drop.

It’s only when Jaehyun eventually backs away, pulling out of you and leaving your body feeling simultaneously empty and cold, that you look down and recognize Jaemin’s head of black hair at your breast.

He slides a hand down, dipping fingers between your thighs, sliding one finger inside your sticky pussy.

He lifts his head from your tit. His hair is messy, ruffled up on one side. There’s a crease on his cheek from the laces of your dress. His lips are glossy with saliva. You pull him down into a kiss, moaning softly as Jaemin just fingers you.

“I can feel the hyungs,” he murmurs to you. “Can feel their cum. Do you like it messy, huh? Is that why you wanted us all bare?”

Once Jaemin has two fingers inside you, you can feel his fingers curling, moving like he’s trying to scoop up the cum of the older two men. You look over, searching across the bed.

Jungwoo’s nowhere to be seen, but Jaehyun’s sitting beside Johnny now, the two of them whispering to each other. Jeno’s moved a bit closer from the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Jaemin’s fingers and your pussy. When he catches you watching, Jeno bites his lip, his cock twitches untouched in his lap.

“Jaemin,” you moan, pressing your hand to his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

You’re looking at Jeno as you say it, and you watch the way it affects him. His cock gives another twitch of interest. His hand drifts to offer some relief to his cock.

Jaemin, to his credit, doesn’t hesitate to do exactly what you’ve asked.

His fingers come out of you creamy with the others’ cum, sticky and slick against your skin as he moves your leg. “I’m gonna make a mess of your pussy,” he vows, and then he’s pushing his cock into you.

You can already feel how he’s made an effort to make you a mess. He’s managed to scoop a decent amount of Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s cum towards your entrance, so as he thrusts in, you can feel the oozy lubricant of their cum.

Jaemin’s been worked up for so long that you don’t imagine he’s going to last too long. He’d been so hard in the car just from you bouncing a bit too much in his lap, and after the aborted blowjob, all of the touching himself to watching you with the others, you’re sure Jaemin’s ready to burst.

He fucks you hard and fast, each thrust accompanied by a gross (yet also disgustingly sexy) wet sound of the others’ cum being forced out and fucked back in. You can feel it dripping out of you, as well as being worked up by his cock, pushed back in.

You pull Jaemin down to kiss you, and this time there’s no one to steal you away from him. This time you linger in the kiss, sharing moans and gasps of pleasure with him, your bodies moving together as you each work each other into a frenzy, clinging to each other.

When Jaemin cums, adding to the mess, he doesn’t pull away for a little while, just continuing to kiss you and lazily, slowly press his cock into you. Even his slow movements work for you, and Jaemin Carrie’s you into another orgasm, his name falling in a stuttering gasp from your lips.

He smiles, pulling back just enough from kissing you to be able to watch your face as you go through it. And when you’re finished, heart still racing in your chest, he leans in to kiss you again softly.

Now, when Jaemin’s gone, you truly feel empty and cold, a little bit lost in this big bed without one of the men there with you.

It takes a moment before you find the strength to move, sitting up (cringing as you feel the messiness of the cum between your legs), and you look over at the other two.

Johnny laughs when he looks at your face. “Don’t pout, baby. Jeno and I will get to you. Don’t you need a break or something?”

You shake your head.

“God, does your brother know you’re such a slut?” Johnny teases. “He always makes you sound like you’re a perfect angel, the perfect child for your parents that does absolutely no wrong, would never step a toe out of line or step into something as inappropriate as letting five of his friends make you a cumdump like a cock-hungry whore.”

You don’t know what Johnny’s exact intentions are with his words, but if he means to turn you on by degrading you, it’s working.

“You’re such a slut, baby,” Johnny lifts himself up, moving around Jaehyun, so he can get closer to you. “Your little cunt is already dripping with cum, but you’re begging for more? Do you think you can take Jeno and I?”

“What, like, at the same time?” You ask.

Johnny pauses, staring you in the eye. It feels like it should be intimidating, but you just find it incredibly hot.

“Do you want us at the same time?” He asks, and this time his voice is a little softer, genuine curiosity. “Can you actually handle having us at the same time? You want Jeno in your cunny while I take your pretty ass? I’d be glad to do that, baby. The whole time you were riding Jungwoo I was watching your pretty little hole, wondering if you’ve ever had it played with before. But you’re not that dirty are you, baby? You’re probably not daring enough to have let someone play with your ass.”

“I have!” You insist, feeling suddenly small in front of Johnny, degraded and subjugated by him. But you like it.

You can tell that’s the answer he’s been waiting for.

Suddenly you’re on your back again, Johnny leaning over you. He’s so big, blocking out your view of the ceiling, his hand spanning your entire thigh as he parts your legs.

“No, wait,” you whine, embarrassed as he brushes his finger over the tight hole, smearing it with the cum leaking from your pussy. “I—I’m not prepped. I haven’t, you know, made sure it’s properly and totally clean.”

That in itself feels humiliating to admit. The five hottest men you know are trying to have sex with you, and here you are, telling them that you might have a dirty ass. Your face is hot with embarrassment, but Johnny just smiles and leans in.

“I don’t mind,” Johnny tells you, kissing your cheek delicately. And then in a quiet voice, so soft that the others can’t hear it, he says, “But if you’re really worried about it, I won’t. Seriously though, I don’t care if it’s not totally clean.”

That sends a fluttering heat into your chest and belly.

You’ve done anal before. It was strange at first, but good. Really good. And you know with what Johnny’s working with and his skill set, he’ll make sure it feels fantastic for you. You want it, but even with his reassurance, you’re still nervous about what he’ll find. But you nod.

“Okay, go ahead.”

Johnny kisses you on the mouth, and it’s like you forget everyone else in the room. He absorbs your awareness so that all you can think about is his tongue dipping against yours, the heat of his skin where it makes contact with yours, and the lubricated press of his fingertip against your asshole.

You zone out, admittedly, just sucked into a space where you can only think about Johnny’s lips on your skin, his tongue on your clit, the gentle touch and soothing way that he stretches your ass open for him. Your cheeks feel hot, tears in your eyes, but it’s not from pain and not from embarrassment even, it’s just all overwhelming and catching up with you, but you don’t want any of it to stop.

And then Jeno’s there. He takes your hand, holding it, gently stroking his thumb across your knuckles as he brushes your hair with his other hand. He murmurs softly to you, though the words pass in one ear and out the other. But it helps.

You cum on Johnny's tongue, riding the fingers he has buried in your ass.

You don’t find out, don’t know and don’t care anymore either, whether you were clean down there or if Johnny found anything embarrassing as he fingered you open. All you know is it feels good when he finally sits up, his fingers still buried inside you.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You nod at him from where your head is tucked against Jeno’s shoulder. “I’m good. Ready for you.”

Johnny smirks, and he slaps his free hand down against the side of your ass. “Then you’d better sit your pretty pussy down on Jeno, baby.”

You think you’d rather have Johnny inside you first, but he seems to know what he’s doing, so you listen to him. You roll over, sliding over Jeno, who just smiles gently up at you, hands diving into your hair to pull you down to kiss him.

You feel Johnny’s hands on you, moving you and Jeno into position, holding Jeno’s cock just right as Johnny pushes your hips down. You slide right down, your pussy loose and wet with all the cum, you moan into the kiss, whining a little louder when Johnny smacks your ass and then slides his fingers right back inside your asshole.

It feels so much more now that you have Jeno in your pussy while Johnny does this. Everything feels tighter and more intense, but Johnny keeps going, working on loosening you up even more for him. You’re moaning endlessly into Jeno’s mouth bouncing on his cock with each of Johnny’s rough thrusts of his fingers.

You feel like you’re falling apart (in the best way) when Johnny finally pulls his fingers out and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance instead. But he doesn’t push in. He waits.

Jeno moans in frustration when you break the kiss, when you stop moving on his cock, but when you look back over your shoulder at Johnny (your gaze sweeping briefly over the other three, Jungwoo now returned from wherever he went) he’s smirking at you, the look ever-present.

He looks at you and you look at him.

“Well?” He says. “Aren’t you gonna ask nicely?”

“Johnny,” you moan.

He rocks his hips forward, gliding his cockhead right over your entrance, moving you as well on Jeno’s cock. “Ask nicely for it, baby. Tell me how badly you want my big cock in your tight little ass. Tell me that you want Jeno to cum in your pussy like all the others while I claim your ass for mine alone.”

That does it.

“Fuck,” you moan, dropping your head so your forehead bumps against Jeno’s chin. “Johnny, fuck, please. Please just—“

You don’t even get the rest of the words out. He presses in, smooth and slow, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

Jeno goes still. His hands coming up to rest on your hips beside Johnny’s, both of them just holding you as Johnny presses in. It still feels very different, unusual. It’s been quite a while since you did anal, and back then you only did it a couple times with an ex who certainly hadn’t been as gentle or careful as Johnny was being. So unusual, in the way that having anything pushing into a place where things normally aren’t pushing into will be.

When Johnny bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust. Jeno’s hand runs up and down your back, he places kisses along your chin and jaw, the corner of your lips. You just breathe, doing your best to relax, to change the discomfort into something that feels good, but you know that change is only going to come once Johnny starts moving.

You move first, experimentally rocking your hips back. Once and then again, and then softly you whine, “Move. One of you.”

Johnny does. With his hands on your hips, he takes over, thrusting into you, moving you on Jeno as well.

The mattress shifts as one of the others comes closer, but your eyes are closed, you don’t see who it is that takes hold of your chin, turning your face to the side. You feel the brush of lips, and then his mouth is gone but his fingertips stay at your chin.

“Can you open up, baby?”

Jaehyun.

You open your mouth, open your eyes, looking up at him with his burning gaze full of lust. You’ve wanted to suck his cock all night, though you didn’t imagine it would be in this situation. But you won’t turn it down, you’re pleased to get to be stuffed completely full with cocks.

And that’s exactly what happens.

Jaehyun takes your mouth, his hand curling against the back of your head as he begins thrusting into your mouth, somehow coordinating his movements perfectly with Jeno and Johnny’s.

There’s never a single instant that you don’t have a cock buried inside you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. That discomfort fades away, replaced by pleasure and bliss as you slip back into that space of no thoughts, just lust, just taking what they give you like the cumslut cockwhore that Johnny had called you a short while before.

Jeno cums inside you first. You feel the burst of heat in your belly as he loses his control, filling you with cum for the fourth time tonight, and he licks and sucks at your throat and chest, his moans vibrating through you as he loses himself.

He doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t get the chance either. He’s still hard inside you, your pussy pulsing around him with each deep thrust of Johnny in your ass, and when you cum from this constant stimulation on all sides, Jeno cums with you, his teeth at your collarbone.

That’s the last of your energy, expended in that orgasm.

It’s only Johnny’s hands on your hips, Jeno’s hands at your shoulders, and Jaehyun’s hands in your hair that keep you from collapsing.

It’s Jaehyun’s cock alone that prevents every room in this hotel from hearing you moaning as Johnny ducks your ass now. He doesn’t hold back, intent on chasing his own orgasm with brutal, deep thrusts that you can feel in your belly.

This is what you wanted tonight. It’s exactly what you were hoping for when you made that decision to have all of them in you tonight. You wanted this overwhelmed exhaustion, the feeling of being their sexdoll by the end, being a cum-covered and cock-drunk mess.

When Jaehyun pulls out of your mouth, his cock spraying cum across your cheek, you know that’s exactly how you probably look. Covered in saliva, dripping cum.

Now you collapse down against Jeno’s chest, your sticky cheek smushed against his chest, bouncing back on Johnny’s cock as he finally hits his climax.

You reach back, taking his hand, holding tightly as he cums in your ass. You want to lock your ankles behind his legs, hold him there inside you so you don’t have to feel empty again, but you don’t have the strength to do that.

You don’t have the strength to do much of anything except moan and whine as Johnny pulls out, as Jeno gently rolls you off of him onto your back beside him.

You can only moan in delight though when none of the three of them move away, when Jaemin and Jungwoo move closer again.

They’re all hard, even Johnny and Jaehyun who have just cum.

They’re calling you a cumslut, but all you can do to react is to smile, to open your mouth and hold out your tongue.

Jungwoo takes your mouth, straddling your head as he crushes pillows with his knees so he can sink his cock into your mouth.

The others just jerk off over you. Someone’s got their hand between your legs, rubbing your clit until you’re weakly cumming again. There’s cocks on your tits, rubbing over your belly, someone’s glides over your throat.

You can’t keep track of them anymore, sinking down into the warm place of pleasure where everything is just so good and blurry. You feel one of them slip his cock back inside your pussy, dipping down into your ass after a moment, another cumshot. Someone cums across your tits, another across your belly, Jungwoo cums halfway down your throat, pulling out to let the rest coat your lips and chin. Someone wraps your hands around his cock, and you can feel his cum shoot over your chest, dripping down between your fingers over your forearms.

The last one cums over your abdomen, cum dripping down over your clit to your pussy to join the mess leaking out of you.

You slump, absolutely exhausted, into the pillows. You turn your head to the side with a sigh, your eyes shut, and you could pass out right now. You still might.

But then you hear Johnny, like the leader of your fuckfest, say, “We should clean her up. Baby, can you hear me?” His voice sounds distant when he says your name, and then he taps your cheek with his fingers. “Are you okay?”

You moan softly, mumbling that you’re okay, though you’re not sure that the words make it all the way out.

You feel arms beneath you, scooping you up off the bed. You’re cradled against a chest, probably Johnny’s, as he walks you away from the bed.

It’s Johnny and Jaemin who strip you in the bathroom, peeling the ruin of your birthday dress off of you. It was almost entirely unlaced by this point, barely even on you. They’d all cum on skin instead of the dress, but that didn’t matter, it had cum and sweat on it regardless. It falls to the floor.

The two of them get you into the shower, Jaemin supporting you and whispering quiet words into your ear as Johnny gets the warm water running, as he helps wipe you down, rinsing away the cum and sweat.

Jeno joins after a few minutes, slipping in to steal some of the shower’s spray, taking his turn to support you while Jaemin rinses off. But Johnny is the one who takes the most care with you. He’s the one who sinks to his knees to clean up your pussy and your ass, who scrubs your skin clean. It’s Johnny who dismisses the younger two, telling them to go help Jaehyun and Jungwoo with changing the bedsheets.

Johnny finishes with shampooing your hair.

You don’t want to get out. You like this. This tenderness after all of that. The warmth of the water and his bare skin against all of your bare skin, the way that he wraps his arms around you and holds you there under the shower spray, letting you cling to him.

Johnny wraps you in a soft towel when the shower is over, he holds your hand as he leads you back out into the hotel room.

There’s a mound of sheets on the floor, stripped from the bed. It’s taking all four of the others to put new sheets on the bed, and you don’t even want to know what excuse was given to the front desk for why you needed an entirely new set of sheets, or what comments the poor laundry staff is going to have when they launder the cum-stiff sheets.

But once the bed is resheeted, you climb back in.

It’s late. Very late by this point. You’re absolutely exhausted, and all you want to do is fall asleep, to cuddle and be cuddled.

But all five of the men are once more back in their clothes, looking like untouchable, insanely attractive magazine models as they stand outside the bed.

“Are you not staying?” You ask as you look at each of them. Jungwoo is the only one that holds your gaze, and you’re reminded of his eyes earlier tonight, when you first saw him at the party. “Just gonna gangbang me and leave me?”

A few of them crack smiles at that.

“I don’t think we’re all gonna fit,” Jaehyun says.

That doesn’t matter, not really. (But it does, you just don’t want to believe it).

Jaehyun’s the first to come around the bed, leaning in to kiss you. “I had fun tonight. From start to finish. Happy birthday.”

It sounds like a goodbye, and when Jaehyun pulls away and walks straight for the door, you realize it is one. And Jaehyun can’t leave without Johnny.

Johnny climbs in, leaving you a lingering kiss. “I didn’t take anything too far tonight, did I?”

You shake your head. “No, I liked it. All of it.”

He kisses you again, murmuring a goodnight, a happy birthday, a goodbye, and then he’s gone. He grabs his keys off the desk, and follows Jaehyun toward the door.

When Jungwoo comes around to the side of the bed, you’re about to cry because are they all going to leave you in this big empty bed tonight? But he surprises you by slipping his pants off, pulling his shirt over his head, and sliding under the covers with you.

“I’ll stay,” he says, tucking an arm around you, drawing you into him.

“Jungwoo,” you sigh, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“We have a schedule tomorrow. Or, later, I guess.” Jeno says, knocking his hand against Jaemin’s arm. “We have to get back to the form.”

Jaemin nods, his eyes lingering on you and Jungwoo as he starts to follow Jeno away from the bed. You wish he would stay. You wish they all would, but you’re happy that Jungwoo is staying. It feels right to have him here. You started the night with him, so it feels perfect that you’re ending it with him.

The others call final goodbyes and goodnights and happy birthdays from the door. One of them shuts off the overhead light for you, leaving only the bedside lamp and the bathroom light on. You watch from your spot resting on Jungwoo’s chest as they file out one after the other. Then the door shuts and it’s just you and Jungwoo.

You sigh, closing your eyes, settling fully against Jungwoo. You can hear his heart beating solidly beneath your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, so quietly that Jungwoo could ignore it.

But he doesn’t.

“For what?”

“You kissed me first tonight. We were having fun, just the two of us. And then I went and kissed Jaehyun and ruined everything.” You can’t lift your head from his chest, can’t dare to look him in the eye as you say, “It should’ve just been us tonight. I fucked up.”

“No,” Jungwoo lifts his head from the pillow, kissing the top of your head. “You didn’t fuck up. Yeah, I agree that kissing Jaehyun after you’d been kissing me and dancing with me was wrong, but I think it all worked out pretty well. That was fun and hot.”

You slowly lift your head, looking at Jungwoo’s face. He’s already looking at you, smiling.

“Do you mean it? You’re not mad?” You ask.

Jungwoo shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m actually allowed to be mad. I’ve known how indecisive you are. Your brother has told all of us that you can’t choose a favorite. I did briefly think earlier tonight, when you kissed me, that maybe you’d made a choice. But you’re not mine, I don’t own you or anything. It’s not something we talked about between our first kiss and the second or any of the kissing after that. I don’t have a right to be angry that you decided to kiss Jaehyun, it was upsetting in the moment, but I’m happy with the way that the night has gone. Like I said, it was hot.”

You stare at him for a moment longer. And then, “Where did you go earlier? In the middle of all of that, I looked over and you were gone.”

“I needed some time to process,” he admits. “But I’m fine.”

I like you, the words threaten to spill out right then as you gaze into Jungwoo’s eyes. You do like him a lot. He was the first of the members that you really met and liked, he was the first you started flirting with and the first to flirt back. He was the first to become a subject in phone calls with your brother, the first to interject himself into calls as well. It’s always been Jungwoo that was first.

But you don’t say any of that.

“I’m really glad you stayed, Jungwoo.” You bury your face against his chest again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

You still don’t know if you’re ready to make a choice, but as Jungwoo leans over to flick off the bedside lamp, dousing the room into darkness, you think you might be one step closer to narrowing down your choices to this man right here.

Note/PSA: don’t do anal without lube, like they did here. This is a fic, it’s not a real example/accurate representation. You actually need lube, please, if you’re planning to have anal sex.

#nct smut #Jaehyun smut #Johnny smut #Jungwoo smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #Johnny #Jaehyun #Jungwoo #jeno #jaemin

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cheolsfae · 7 months

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𑁍 Svt as your bf

Requested: Nope

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

P R O T E C T I V E asf!

Someone's bothering you? He's there!

Would give you advice on how to handle the situation if he isn't there.

Clingy little booger.

Cozy, rainy day

You two were laying on the bed snug as a bug!

You laying on his chest listening to his heart beat

Slowly both of you guys falling asleep (watching twilight cause duh lmao)

When I tell you this man would run out and get you snacks at 3 in the morning...!

You want chocolate chip cookies? He's got you!

You've got him too though.

He's having a rough day at work? You're there giving the best moral support/advice you possibly can

You guys are so supportive of each other! 😭

When he's driving — hand on your thigh

So touchy!

Wonwoo

Quality time is his vibe

He's playing video games, you're off doing in the same room

Comfortable silence

Sometimes though, he wanted a lot of attention

When he wanted it, he would do it in little tiny ways

He'd hold your pinky in his

He'd start playing with your hair

If you didn't give the attention he'd pout about it until you did. Very cute

Mingyu

This man is the definition of golden retriever!

Loves to be little spoon

Not that he can't be big spoon, this man refuses to be!

Occasionally, he will be if you need it

But for the most parts, it's him.

The literal definition of empath

You're crying? He's crying while trying to comfort you.

Your excited about a new game coming out? He's just as hyped about it as you are

Date nights at least once a week assuming he isn't on tour

He's mostly planing them

A lot of them are fancy too!

When you guys are out in public, he's holding onto you in some way

He's holding your waist, your hand, even the sleeve of your shirt if need be

Anywhere he can touch → he's touching

Buys you flowers very often!

He just loves you sm! 😭

Vernon

Chilled out

A little too chilled out at times.

You remember how they said he'd eat sandwiches everyday if no one cooked for him?

Well, neither of you knew how to cook.

The guy was okay with eating sandwiches everyday if you made them

You didn't even do anything special with them

Just that you made them made them taste better to him

Maybe made with love?

Never got jealous really

He knew who you were going home with at the end of the night. He knew you'd never leave him for someone else

He had complete trust in you

Joshua

Kind and gentle type

Very romantic!

He'd made you a scrapbook with all of your firsts together for an anniversary present.

There was even a pressed flower from the very first bouquet he'd gotten you in there!

He'd take you on romantic get-a-ways when you were both very stressed with work and needed a break

He likes to comb/brush your hair.

Sometimes he's even shampoo your hair for you!

He would help you whenever you were cooking in the kitchen.

He loved to bake sweets for you to eat!

Jeonghan

Loves to cause a little bit of trouble for you!

Absolute prankster

He'd gotten sick one time and kept trying to get you to give him a kiss

Every time he'd attempt it, you'd dodge him but in the end you'd ended up getting sick because who could resist him?

He would even sometimes draw on your face when you were sleeping

Of course, you'd do the same

It was a playful goofy relationship

The best kind in my opinion

But when things got serious, they got serious

He knew when to stop the act and behave accordingly

The absolute best!

Woozi

Obviously, not big on pda

Definitely the one to initiate it, though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with it.

When he's working late in the studio, you'd drop by and hang out with him until he's done

Often ended with you passed out on the couch lol

He would ask your opinion on what you thought of what he was making

He valued it so much!

He took some of your advice when you offered it and vice versa!

When he was frustrated with work, you'd force him to take a quick break and take a nap with you. He was constantly over doing it!

Dude needs a break!

Seungkwan

Sassy, sassy, sassy

You dish it out, he takes it and vice versa!

Little he said / they said tiffs

More like the "I love you more" "no I love you more" type of vibe

He loves to gossip with you about all your mean and rude customers/coworkers/patients etc.

"I cant believe [insert name here] did that! Oh my God, how are they not fired yet?!"

You're fired up about a situation, so is he.

He likes to play argue with you, know what I mean?

Almost an enemies to lovers situation when you guys first met

He was pretty blunt when he's met you.

Nothing rude, just the way he was saying things was more direct than what you were used to so it rubbed you the wrong way.

Sooner or later it got cleared up obviously because you guys got together

Cute feisty relationship!

Big Ole ball of energy/positivity

You having a bad day? Not anymore!

Will literally do anything to see you smile

This man particularly hates to see you cry. Breaks his heart!

You'd come home sobbing because you'd gotten scolded at work for forgetting to clean up one thing, it was an accident

Seokmin would be right there trying his best to comfort you "You want me to go yell at your boss for you?" he'd joke

You'd laugh a little and tell him no.

He'd set up a little movie date at the house for you.

Binge watching whatever show you that cheered you up the most

You wouldn't leave his side the whole night

Hoshi

Maybe a little possessive

Jealous when you are giving others more attention than him!

Not like off the rails psychotic jealous

More pouty than actually jealous

It's so cute though

One time, you'd been talking with Dk about something silly.

Soonyoung had walked in seeing the two of you laughing your asses off

The little puffy cheeked man was huffy

He plopped down next to you and pulled you close to him giving Dk the stink eye 😭

Dk sitting there like ?????

Bending himself backwards to make you happy!

He doesn't even have to!

He just does it because he wants to keep you!

His philosophy is "you keep them, how you got them" (I hope that makes sense)

You treat him the same way!

Junhui

Another golden retriever!

Himbo energy lmao

He loves to make you laugh in any way he possibly can

This dude will make himself a whole ass clown just to even get you to crack a hint of a smile!

For date nights, he picks out your outfits

They aren't always great but you know, he made an effort and you always wore them because it was so sweet of him to do that for you

Couples shirts are a must!

Not everyday but pretty often.

They're usually corny, though

Like one time he'd bought you a shirt with his face on it and he'd had on the one with yours

Treats you so well!

Minghao

Not lovey-dovey but would shower you with acts of service and quality time!

Loves it when you're just hanging with him while he's painting or maybe even doodling and you're doing your own thing

Just being in the same space with you brings him peace 🥰

Date nights are something similar.

Except you guys are doing an activity together.

Maybe yoga, maybe ceramics

For some reason, I think pottery is something you guys would enjoy together

He's there putting the slip on your nose playfully!

It's adorable! Ajdndj

Dino

CLINGY

A little koala lmao

Constantly at your side

Maybe a little codependent

You know those anxious dogs that follow their owners everywhere and get annoyed when they leave a room?

This is him! But in a less dramatic way lol

You're in the kitchen cleaning dishes? He's sitting on the table talking with you or maybe helping you.

He's so cute

He's down bad for you!

All because you've got his heart!

He'd even ditch practice if you called him telling him you'd had a bad day.

Coups would be upset about it lol

But Dino didn't care. He knew you needed him!

He'll do anything for you!

A/N: May start a tag list? If you want to be added, lmk through ask , and I'll add ya! Requests are open!

Feedback is welcome!

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sunrise-imagines · 8 months

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Hiii, I love your fionna and cake hcs summer! Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Fionna? She's so girlfailure and I love that for her 😍

FINALLYYYYY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR FIONNA ASKS! Enjoy!

TW: Mention of vomit I guess, it’s only like one little line towards the end

Fionna Campbell x Reader Relationship Headcanons

• My god please help her clean her apartment. The first time you came to her place it was literally the “Damn bitch, you live like this?” meme

• Her favorite date nights are just sitting at home, watching TV and playing video games with you.

• Like many others have said, she is an adrenaline junkie and loves going to theme parks (though she rarely has the money to afford it)

• You can always tell when she gets fired from a job, because she comes in groaning dramatically, throwing her stuff on the floor and slumping against you in the world’s saddest attempt at a hug.

• You then help her get in her pajamas and bring her ice cream to help her feel better. She always says, “Thanks babe” as she shovels spoonfuls of strawberry cheesecake into her mouth.

• It takes a little while for Cake to warm up to you, as at first she just sees you as some rando coming into her home and putting your face against her human’s.

• With enough pets and treats though she becomes more friendly and will rub against your legs when you come in.

• Lazy mornings cuddling in bed are also a given, as she is definitely not a morning person and she will take any excuse she can to not have to get up and go to work.

• You had your first date at the bakery, where Gary tried his best to be a good wingman and snuck you guys in after hours when there were no other people around. Additionally he made you a chocolate lava cake to share, so really Gary is like 85% the reason you guys got together in the first place.

• Likes going for walks in the park with you, petting random people’s dogs and wishing she could get one (Cake would never let that happen).

• Occasionally will invite you to go to house parties with her, but understands if you aren’t comfortable with it/don’t like being around a bunch of people.

• Just like Finn she is a sloppy drunk, expect to hold her hair back while she throws up in the bathroom of the bar you guys went to with Marshall.

• Will fight anyone, and I mean anyone, who is mean or rude towards you. Like you will have to hold her back if you don’t want someone calling the cops on her again.

• Despite her overall immaturity, she’s always there for you if you need her. She’s a really good listener and will offer up advice if you aren’t sure about something, although it might not be the greatest.

• No matter what she always tries her best to be a good girlfriend, and that’s what you love about her most.

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #adventure time fanfic #fionna the human #fionna campbell x reader #fionna x reader #fionna the human x reader #cake the cat x reader #sfw #sfw headcanons

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wordsinhaled · 10 months

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oops i saw that video of ferdie watching ads and my brain was all “wake up new dreamling meetcute just dropped” and really ran away with me and became a ridiculous sappy improbable thing

AU where dream is the model in an ad and hob is traveling for an academic conference. he’s watching tv in his hotel room late at night and sees this ad with dream in it. it’s some silly and forgettable TV commercial but the man in it may possibly be the most gorgeous person hob’s ever seen in his life? anyway hob can’t sleep, partially because he’s nervous for his panel the next day, partially because he’s stuck on Gorgeous Guy From the Ad and feels incredibly silly for it. it was a two minute appearance. matthew really is right that hob needs to get out more if he’s crushing on people in random TV commercials now

so he goes down to the lobby bar to get his mind off of things. it’s late and the bar is deserted - the bartender is about to knock off for the night in maybe half an hour. hob orders a club soda and is reviewing his papers when someone slides onto the bar stool next to his. hob is about to be slightly irritated that someone is In His Bubble at this late hour, when he looks up and sees it’s The Guy. the guy!!!

it’s the fucking guy from the ad he just watched, and somehow he looks even more beautiful in person, and hob is like, oh, okay, the stress of academia has finally gotten to me and i’ve lost it because there is just no fucking way

it’s such a ludicrous coincidence that hob sets down his pen and just starts laughing. the way you laugh at things that aren’t actually amusing, because it’s the middle of the night, and everything’s just a little fuzzy around the edges?

“is something funny?” says mr. walking wet dream from the TV, in a voice like slow-melted chocolate, and also with the kind of curiosity in it that makes hob realize he’s being totally socially inappropriate

“no—no, i’m so sorry. it’s just—god, am i dreaming? because you’re here, but i swear i just saw you—upstairs. well. not like—i mean. in an ad on the TV?” (completely not helping himself in the smoothness department)

the breathtaking stranger’s lips quirk up in a sardonic smile. “ah, yes. that.”

“that?”

“unfortunately, you are not dreaming. i did indeed feature in an advertisement several years ago. as my sibling dearly loves to remind me on every possible occasion, lest i let myself forget for even a moment.”

and hob expects the man to leave in a huff, or something. he goes back to his papers, dream orders himself a gin & tonic, but they’re watching one another in each other’s periphery until finally dream says, “i must admit why i sat beside you this evening. i noticed you were reading marlowe…”

to hob’s great surprise this stranger soon doesn’t feel like someone he’s just met. hob talks about his teaching post and the conference and the paper he’s presenting and the panel he’s on tomorrow, and how (“shhh, you mustn’t tell anyone”) his co-panelist tomorrow is an absolute pill so he’s dreading it. he finds himself sharing more easily than he expected in a way that you only can in the kind of liminal space that is an empty swanky hotel bar at midnight. they’re angled toward one another on their barstools so that maybe their shoes knock together or their ankles brush occasionally in a way they both pretend is accidental, and hob does his level best to be calm and collected about it

he learns his stranger’s story over several gin & tonics. dream’s ‘real’ name is morpheus. he wants to be a published author, studied creative writing. his father is the head of a major media/entertainment/publishing conglomerate and dream used to work for the company. when dream said he wanted to pursue something totally different (essentially… be a starving artist) his father saw it as a betrayal, and trapped him into continuing to work for the family for years on the promise of getting him the connections to publish his first novel or help him get funding to stage his first play… provided he could “actually” finish the manuscript

in the meantime his father had dream doing bit parts in forgettable commercials and made for tv theatre productions, partially as humiliation for daring to want to leave. (i really want him to be in a hair commercial where he broods about in silky black robes…) eventually dream lawyered up and severed ties. his father retaliated by setting up a kidnapping attempt on his own son that someone else conveniently took the fall for, and so on…

anyway - to make a long and tragic story short, now morpheus goes by dream, moved cities, has started his life over mostly estranged from the family, and he’s actually working on his novel - but he’s in town for a friend’s funeral and is staying at the hotel too

at the end of this story hob goes, “bloody hell. i’m sorry, my friend,” and it’s a bit over-familiar, isn’t it, for someone you’ve just met at a bar, even if you’ve just shared half your secrets. so hob is all, oh god oh god ohgodohgod, i’ve scared him off now—

then dream is all, “your friend. is that all you’d like me to be, robert gadling?” and he’s Looking at hob like he’s caught hob out in a lie. and hob’s breath is just… gone… gone away somewhere… and he has to admit that he may still barely know this man but there’s nothing he wants more than to know him in every way possible

and maybe they both go up to hob’s hotel room, and when hob kisses dream for the first time, cradling dream’s face in his hands, it’s more tender and intimate than it has any right to be and hob is just. flabbergasted because fuck. he just met this man and it feels like he could be content just to kiss him for hours and hours and hours. ok? like this is some accidental soulmates energy. their first time is slow and thorough after falling asleep curled together on top of hob’s covers and waking up in the blue hours before dawn

ok basically just my favorite thing is dreamling finding one another in very unlikely circumstances and having a Connection asdjfjf

#the sandman #dreamling #long post #this absolutely got away from me but that’s ok

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stvrni0lo · 10 months

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: a casual date night with matt

warnings/notes: not proof read! but besides that we’re good

requested?: yes!

> > >

Matt had grown increasingly busy over the past few weeks.

His podcast had taken up a lot of his time, and with him and his brothers still putting out videos twice a week, his free-time ran a bit short.

He missed just laying in bed with you. Sleeping in until Nick eventually barged into the room and forced you guys to wake up, going on little drives at night, movie dates - he missed it all.

Deciding that enough was enough, he took a day off. Just for you.

He had planned a mini date over at his house. It was complete with snacks, drinks, a movie and a huge pillow fort that he made earlier in the day.

Little fairy lights were strung up in his room to set the mood. Bowls of chips and chocolate were strewn onto his bed, and cans of soda were set up next to them.

He had your favorite movie set up - ready for you whenever you arrived.

After excitedly picking you up from your house, he practically teleported back to his house, eager to set the date in motion.

“What’s the rush?” you giggled as he dragged you into the house, pulling you past Chris and Nick’s greeting before you even had the chance to say hello.

“Matt, chill, we have all day.”

“And it’s still not enough,” he responded before opening the door to his methodically decorated room.

Your eyes lit up immediately. His bed was made into a little fort, and a movie was already prepared on his laptop at the edge of the bed. You noticed it was your favorite movie - the same movie that you had been trying to get him to watch for weeks.

“Finally giving in are we?” you asked, referring to the movie that he had denied watching countless times.

He just smiles at you before giving you a kiss on the cheek and urging you to cuddle into the bed.

You climbed in gently, careful to not topple over the pillows or any of the snacks. Everything seemed so perfectly planned out, and your heart clenched at the thought of him doing all of this for you.

After tucking yourself in between the pillows, Matt follows you in, dragging the laptop to sit near you two.

He wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close.

“Ready?” he asked as he watched you nod. He pressed play on the movie and grabbed a few snacks to settle on his lap.

As the movie continued on, Matt began to pay less and less attention. He much preferred looking at your illuminated face, your reactions to the movie causing his heart to race occasionally. You just looked so happy, and never in his wildest imagination did he think he would ever deserve someone as amazing as you.

“What?” you asked as you caught him staring at you.

His cheeks flushed slightly and he looked away briefly.

“Nothing. You just look so pretty.”

It was your turn to blush now, heat rising to your cheeks almost instantly.

“So do you,” you said.

A wide smile spread onto his face, seemingly brighter than the laptop screen. His smile really could light up a room. With his hair slightly covering his eyes, and the little crinkle at the edge of his eyelids made your heart skip a beat. He really was so pretty.

You leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

He kissed your nose back.

Now, you kissed his cheek, one on the left one and one on the right. He copied you again.

Moving to kiss his forehead and temple, he continued to replicate your actions. By the time you had gotten to his jaw, you both were a giggling mess, Matt moving to kiss your jaw too.

“I missed just being with you,” you said as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Matt hummed in agreement. His hands played with your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly every now and again.

“Me too,” he whispered.

“Do you like the movie?” you asked.

Matt looked down at you, reveling in how peaceful you looked as you watched the screen.

“I like you,” he replied cheekily.

You lifted your head to look back at him again, your noses brushing against each other at the close proximity.

“You only like me?” you said.

He knew you were just teasing, but he rolled his eyes playfully anyway.

“You know I love you, idiot.”

You pretended to be deep in thought for a moment before you jokingly responded. “Yeah me too I guess.”

Matt gently began to set aside the snacks, putting them on the floor beside him. He edged the laptop to the end of the bed with his foot.

Before you could as what he was doing, his hands dived into your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

You fell back onto the blankets in a fit of laughter.

“S-stop!” you said in between laughs. You really missed these intimate moments with him.

“I won’t stop until you say it,” he laughed.

He stopped momentarily, waiting for a response. You tried to lean up to kiss him, happy for the pause so that you could catch your breath.

“Don’t think you can bribe me with kisses.”

And his hands were on you again, playfully digging into your ticklish spots. He loved how your laughed sounded. Not just the casual laugh you would give when something was funny - but your real, unfiltered joy.

“Okay, okay! I love you too!”

Seemingly satisfied, he sat back on his heels, helping you sit up too by holding your hands and pulling you up.

“That’s better,” he said, finally moving to give you a kiss.

The kiss was short lived, and you yearned for more. You always needed more.

“I think I deserve better than that for enduring your torture!”

With an admiring smile on his face, he leaned in again to kiss you a proper kiss this time, the movie completely forgotten by now.

This was the best date you had in a long time.

- - -

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@lollibumblebee

@d0wnt0wnstu4n1ol0

@gracietaylorsversions

@20nugs

@thetriplets3

@stxrniqlo

@sunshinewwx

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader

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cutephlegm · 2 months

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haii buddy

could you make headcannons for how the dn guys (matt, mello, L, aiber) would act as your boyfriend? :3

Of course! Also adding Light!

My Death note boyfriend headcannons ⋆｡°✩

Light:

- His love languages are giving gifts and physical touch.

- Will plan date nights to the most expensive restaurants he can find in the area for big occasions.

- Buys you overpriced jewellery for your birthday/anniversary/Christmas/etc…

- If you’re having a problem, he will insist to help you solve it and do so as logically as he can.

- Likewise, if you were studying, he would help you revise your studies by making flashcards for you.

- Smells like expensive cologne.

- Overexplains things to you if you don't understand them.

- Very passionate about his hobbies/career and makes that known to you by talking about it A LOT.

- His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time.

- Let’s you talk to him about any issues you’re having and listens attentively throughout.

- Enjoys playing chess with you, if you don’t play then he’ll insist on teaching you.

- His grammar through texting is meticulous.

- Tries to help you cut out any bad habits you have, eg; smoking, drinking, etc…

- He loves having thoughtful and meaningful conversations with you, and always asks for your advice on something before he makes a decision.

- He’s very afraid of you getting hurt, makes sure not to include you in any of his investigations for that reason.

- Spends a lot of time working on his investigations, doesn’t get to see you as often as he’d like to.

- When he does see you, he doesn’t enjoy going out, would much rather plan an activity at home.

- Enjoys cooking and baking! Will cook you your favourite meal and bake sweet treats for you to eat while he is working.

- Very keen to learn more about you, often asks you loads of questions.

- Texts you frequently while he is working to check up on you.

- He zones out and thinks about you when he’s running errands/working.

- He sometimes has very strange cravings.

Mello:

- His love languages are acts of service and giving gifts.

- He will take you out on bike rides to abandoned places he finds + you have a few spots you regularly go to together.

- VERY dry texter (Replies to your texts with just y? or k.)

- Buys you WAYY too many gifts, if you tell him you like the look of something he would have bought it for you by the next day.

- Secretly very overprotective over you.

- You’re set as the lock screen to his phone/computer.

- He occasionally pulls all nighters with you.

- Likes it when you surprise him with chocolate + sweets.

- Deep down, he get’s very jealous over you but tries his hardest to hide it.

- Listens to metal + owns TONS of band shirts.

- You bond over the bands and music you listen to.

- Knows how to play the guitar + Learns songs for you.

- Smells like Gasoline.

Matt:

- The chill boyfriend archetype.

- His love language is quality time and physical touch.

- He LOVES I repeat LOVES when you are interested in the same things as him!

- You bond by playing video games and occasionally taking smoking breaks.

- He encourages you to talk about your nerdy interests with him + shares his own.

- Likewise, he makes an effort to learn about said interests when you’re not around to impress you.

- Knows loads of niche internet slang.

- Knows how to code, would code a cute happy birthday message for you.

- He’s very tech savvy, therefore would help you out if you were having a problem with any of your devices.

- If you smoke, he will always light your cigarette for you, especially if you can’t light it yourself.

- He secretly has a collection of rare lighters + rare cigarettes.

- If you were to get into a confrontation with someone, he’d try to diffuse it with comedy.

- He has a soft spot for romcoms.

- He uses emoticons when texting you.

- Takes time out of his day to randomly text you.

- Encourages you to wear his clothes.

- If he sees something he thinks you’d like he would definitely buy it for you.

- You both have LOADSSS of inside jokes together.

- Tries to get on well with your friends.

- Massive night owl.

#death note #light yagami #light #l lawliet #l death note #light death note #mello #mello death note #mail jeevas #miheal keehl #death note headcanons #matt death note #headcannons

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proxylynn · 7 months

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What are DG's hobbies? (Besides killing)

[Well...*looking info up* DG hobbies and likes...]

"DELIVERY GUY likes spending time with his mother or Damon, cooking, playing pranks, taking walks (especially to ponds), playing guitar, watching [horror] movies, playing video games/board games, and constantly adding to his frog collection. 🐸"

-He likes all types of music. -Likes pineapple on pizza. -He likes playing games but hates it if he loses. -He draws smiley faces when he's feeling down. -Likes marshmallows. -Loves cooking but it can get weird sometimes.

{And for a bonus...Damon's likes/hobbies.}

"DAMON likes MC, dancing, swimming, gardening, taking pictures, exploring the woods, playing piano (but he hasn't played for a long time now), watching [romance] movies, playing video games/ board games, and occasionally adding to his bee collection. 🐝"

-Loves dancing. -He played piano when he was younger. -Loves swimming. -He likes to play games with DG even though he's not very good at playing. -Loves chocolate.

#ask op #DG #delivery guy #Damon #Stalker #broken colors #br0ken colors #br<3ken colors

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atalossofwords · 10 days

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 10)

Here is the last POV of this chapter! Ends in a little bit of a cliffhanger, and I'm still unsure if I should add some more to it when I post on AO3... I had to rewrite this POV so many times, I ended up using some stuff people have sent asks about in the past! I hope everyone will like it.

I know I want to write an "extra" Mizi POV about what happens in the end, so if you guys here on tumblr want some more development so the chapter doesn't end in a cliffhanger, let me know and I'dd add to it when I post on AO3!

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight - part nine

Ivan's life is going so well he's halfway worried about when the other shoe is about to drop.

He's wrapped up the recording for his latest movie, and already has something else lined up that only starts filming in about two months; the drama in question doesn't require any physical conditioning besides his usual routine, so all he's doing is reading the script, texting the director and studying for the role.

Outside the occasional interview and modeling gigs, he's practically on vacation.

Which means he has more than enough time to think, which he does try to avoid at the best of times. Ivan's brain likes to come up with a frankly absurd amount of shit for him to mull over and have nightmares about; he much prefers working until he can't anymore, thank you very much.

He gets a reprise from his brain telling him that he should definitely stick his hand on the blender while he makes a smoothie by Till's texts, which brightens his day. Till and him have been texting more, which delights him beyond words; at first Ivan though things would slow down after Till talked about the concert, but somehow they started texting more. Till seemed to enjoy telling Ivan things, they got along.

Till also now knew who he was, which was a thrill all on itself, but also filled Ivan with anxiety. He wanted to hear what Till though of his acting, in detail, but he didn't want to sound desperate. Also, last time Ivan asked for detailed critique, Till asked if Ivan had a crush on Ivan-the-actor, which was ironic on so many levels Ivan shut up about it for two days straight.

Ivan even went and asked Mizi to teach him how to do aegyo, which she was delighted to do. Sua laughed on his face and fake-vomited about seven times over the course of the evening, only slightly mollified because Ivan had bought a bottle of brandy as a bribe.

(They spent the evening like that; drinking hot chocolate with brandy, laughing and doing silly faces and poses at each other. No cameras, no managers, just the three of them laying on the couch, piled together as they played videos of other celebrities and ranked how cringe their aegyo was.

He watched as Sua and Mizi made doe-eyes at each other, holding hands and kissing cheeks, free to act as they'd like outside the spotlight. They loved each other, and it made Ivan so happy, and also filled him with so much longing his chest hurt.)

He goes back to his apartment, alone, and he knows, he knows it's not normal that his first instinct is to put one of Till's VODs on. He knows it's actually a little bit pathetic, but... who he's going to talk to? His sister? The only other person he's mildly close to is Luka, who works on the same agency as him.

He thinks he might need a therapist, but he knows the scandal that will come if it ever gets out that a famous actor needs therapy, nevermind what his father will say.

Ivan sighs, putting on some other documentary and thinks on what to do. He's still a little buzzed, so reading his script is a no-go. He checks his phone, and his last message is to Till, wishing him good luck since Till said he'd be cooking for his brother and his boyfriend today.

He opens his naver app and ends up on his shopping cart for one of his newest sprees; it's full of soft pillows, throw blankets and even a weighted one. Ivan's has been spending so much time on his house he's decided to go on a spree and buy a mountain of soft things for his living room.

(Because Till likes soft things.)

Ivan frowns. He's had too much time alone this past week, and with his brain free of work to focus on, he's had to actually... think about everything he's doing. About his last movies, about his habits, about what he's eating, about his relationship to Sua, about his dad, about his empty house, about his clothes, about his lack of hobbies...

And about what he's doing with Till.

He had... no problem just sending money to an artist he supported, and had 0 worries about sending him the gifts. The anonymity of the internet gave him some... distance, he supposes. He can put Till on this sort of pedestal, and watch his streams in peace and also jerk off without worrying, because Till doesn't know him.

But now he has all these pictures of Till doing everything from setting up his new keyboard (that Ivan bought) to sleepily giving the camera a thumbs up as he gets ready to buy breakfast (that Ivan paid for).

Now Till is a person, and they talk, and... Ivan doesn't know how to feel about it.

(He's lying, he knows how to feel about it; guilty.

He remembers his father, so so much bigger than Ivan, yelling about how he paid for Ivan's food, his housing, his school, his clothes. How Ivan owned everything he had to him, and so he should just shut up, go to the studio, and use his pretty face to make the man some money back.

He remembers Sua's mom barging into the house to scream some more with their Father, about how dare he put so little money on her card, does he want the media to know about his affair?. Ivan knew to run to the kitchen and squirrel away any packaged food he could, because for the foreseeable future he wouldn't be getting any decent meals, his allocated "food money" going to covering up his whole existence from the media.)

He's pulled away from his thoughs by a text from Sua.

WITCH [ 11:55pm ] Ivan-ah, can you talk

Ivan frowns. He left their house... – he has to check the watch, four hours ago, shit, he needs dinner – ... four hours ago, which means she almost certainly doesn't have anything important to tell him.

You [ 11:55pm ] what is it

WITCH [ 11:56pm ] Is that how you speak with your noona?? Be more respectful. Anyway, Mizi just thought about it after you left, so she asked me to ask you. Do you think it would be a good idea, if she contacted Till for a collab? She's really been humming that one song, and wanted to see if he'd want to be with her on a cover.

Ivan's breaths catches.

Mizi making an official cover of 'Till The World Ends would possibly drive Till insane. He already likes her so much, coming into the studio to actually work with her, outside the lights of the cameras? He'd be head-over-heels.

He feels a little sick, over the possibility that Mizi will spend time with Till, that they will get along and have fun together. Then he feels sick over that though, because what the hell?? Ivan is not Till's keeper. Till doesn't owe anything to Ivan, not his time or friendship or any kind of relationship.

Ivan will not be like his father. He likes spending money on Till, and making Till happy. Till doesn't need to pay Ivan back in any way. He just wants to make Till happy.

He keeps repeating that in his head as he answers.

You [ 01:02am ] I think its a great idea. Here, Till has an official email for sponsors and stuff, Mizi should get her manager to send the details over.

He sends the email, closes his phone, and goes to the gym. He feels bad over it all, and worse because he feels bad. He knows his brain won't shut up for the foreseeable future, so he might as well tire himself enough he can get some sleep.

Over the next few days, Mizi updates him on the ongoings of the cover under the impression that he'll want to know anything that has Till's name on it. He does not tell her to stop.

(He does, however, step back on his frequent messaging and donating. He feels bad about it, but he doesn't want to distract Till, or accidentally hint at something, so he's re-using some old pictures he took on a job last year to show Till that he's currently on Japan for a job.)

Till, surprisingly, doesn't comment on anything, even if he's clearly exited about something. Even normal chatters are picking up on it.

> fiieldofroses: till, you look so happy today! did anything happen? > TillStepOnMe: oooh please god let it be a photoshoot > woonie: @Till's Merch Overlord insider info?? > Till's Merch Overlord: no comment

Ivan just so happens to know there is new merch coming; it just isn't being made by Till's usual artist, but by Mizi's team. As far as he knows, theres a keychain and a t-shirt with the cover's art on it.

On-screen, Till shakes his head.

"There is something new coming out soon, but I'm still working on it, so I don't have any sneak-peeks for you guys, sorry."

> KIRBY ☑ : that's fine oppa, take your time! > LUKAmysavior: crossing my fingers for a new single > bulletcase: ok y'all what are the guesses > hyunhyun-ssi: maybe a new tattoo?? > TillStepOnMe: IF IT'S A NEW TATTOO I WILL SIMPLY KMS

Ivan shakes his head, amused. It'll definitely be a surprise, but probably nothing they can guess at. It really is such a step-up opportunity for Till.

> NAVI (TILL'S ATM) DONATED $50: I hope Hyung has a good time with whatever it is!

There, that's not suspicious or leading, and still shows Till and his usual chatters that Ivan is being his normal, simp self.

(Ivan ignores the heat that rises on his stomach at Till's smile when he reads the donation, a smile that's entirely too fond, and personal, and for Ivan. He has to bite his lip to contain himself, god he loves him so much.)

"I'm having a good time, definitely. I think you guys will really like it!"

The following weeks are... weird. Ivan keeps getting updates from Mizi, spends far too much time with his own thoughts since he's trying to dial back his Till-texting habits, and binges maybe all documentaries about deep-sea animals he's been able to find. Seriously. He broaden up to deep-sea ecosystems, which he's not so sure how he feels about yet.

Luckily, his agent notices how unsettled he is and books him a new commercial for a clothing brand – where he can train his aegyo! He can't wait for it to hit the TVs to see what Till has to say – so he's slowly getting back to a stable mental state.

(Meaning, he's working enough that his brain stopped calling him a disgusting stalker and an excuse of a person for being sad because Till will meet Mizi.)

That is, until Mizi messages him one morning saying she's heading to the studio for their first recording, and does he know what Till likes to drink?

Of course he does, Till likes a Caramel Frappucino, whole milk, added chai, white chocolate mocha sauce and chocolate malt powder. He also likes the choc chips cookies.

Mizi thanks him, sends a selfie with Till's order as well as her own (iced peach green tea with strawberry puree) and a kissy face.

He gets no message from Till.

He goes about his day, does a photoshoot, and doesn't get any new notifications until Till sends him a message.

MY UNIVERSE 💖 [ 07:44pm ] Can I call you? We need to talk.

#writing #wip #alien stage #ivantill #you taste the silver

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starg1rlie · 2 years

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'WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FRIENDS W/DCKZ + BONUS'

pairing: DCKZ (Diluc Ragnvindr, Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax, Kaeya Alberich, Zhongli) x gn! reader (platonic)

genre: fluff/slight humor

xtra !! notes: reader is gender neutral (no set pronouns), reader is solo singer <3

okay so yall know that tiktok video about different genshin characters playing just dance? i lowkey feel like diluc and zhongli would not be putting their all into it, AND THEN YOU AND CHILDE AND KAEYA ARE DANCING YOUR GUYS ASSES OFF LIKE YESSSSS.

yall are doing a collab together so you guys stay in the same hotel. you'd prolly run into zhongli and diluc getting up early to get a cup of coffee and breakfast. you end up joining them, being treated to some caffiene and bagel sandwiches.

i feel like childe and kaeya would be snoozing in till like afternoon time 💀 by the time they do get up, they drag you out for lunch before you can go to your choreography session, taking you out to some chinese diner. turns out they already planned on coming here and made a reservation for three <3

you order chow mein and while youre slurping away at your noodles, childe accidentally flicks kaeya in the face with a piece of green bean as he tries to get a grip on his chopsticks. kaeya looks like he's boutta murder the ginger...

you end up handing him a kid's pair of chopsticks, which had grip handles for him to use LMAO. he could finally eat his tofu; he actually had tears in his eyes

you all end up doing choreography lessons together because of your collab. in between breaks, expect childe and kaeya to be flirting with you non-stop before diluc and zhongli drag them off, apologizing on their behalf.

"say, you look absolutely ravishing to-OW OW OW OW!"

"that's what you get for being shameless."

"y'know our manager is going to kill us if you keep runing my face, right?"

"...."

its so much fun to see diluc and kaeya arguing over who gets the bathroom from your room lol. your room is right next door so you pretty much can rely on them to be your alarm clock.

"i get to use the bathroom first because i'm the most favorite member out of the group!"

"who told you that?"

"everyone?"

zhongli's probably the dad of the whole group, but like, he doesn't understand why his simps call him geo daddy.

"whose the geo daddy? i'm the geo daddy? i don't have kids though 🤔"

kaeya lowkey enjoys all the attention he gets. fans and stans he can handle, but his simps are....kind crazy.

"i mean you can tell them i'm available, cause i am ;)"

"...."

"they're fourteen?"

*sips his diet coke awkwardly*

childe doesn't understand why everyone calls him ed sheeran- although he still enjoys all the attention that he can get from his fans and stans. he has just as many simps as the rest of the members.

"who the fuck is kaeyascumdumpster? actually, who the fuck is kaeya? WHY IS IT NOT ABOUT ME?"

their favorite drinks? zhongli enjoys tea (earl grey, green tea, and lemon tea) but also occasionally drinks wine. diluc loathes alcohol, but will settle on juices, more specifically grape juice. childe enjoys drinking alcohol, yes, but he also prefers drinking chocolate milk. he's such a kid on the inside sniffle ;( kaeya is the alcoholic bitch of the group, sue him. keeps a bottle of wine hidden in his duffel bag

these guys are kinda like your bodyguards. everytime yall go out decked out in caps and black masks, all four of them are like surrounding you so no one can recoginize you and get on their knees and declare their love for you. it's happened before and that eneded up with you being whacked in the head with a box of chocolates and a boquet of sickenly sweet-smelling roses.

childe forces everyone to take group selfies before the night you leave so you can have tons of memories to look back into. i can just imagine kaeya doing this: 👉👌😉 and diluc just making a straight face the whole time, zhongli managing a small smile, childe just smirking like the dumb bastard he is, and you in the middle of it all, with a bright smile on your face <3

expect kaeya or childe to phone you a few weeks later with an idea for another collab... 💀

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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COOKING WITH PRINCE

genre. fluff. crack. warnings. obv this wouldn't happen irl it's all just for fun <3 i tried to emulate prince's captions in his videos as best i could, as well as his overall vibe but i am just a new ghostie so sry if its a bit inaccurate :( pairing. prince x fem!reader. wc. 720. request. requested by @haecien, here: cooking w prince even if he doesn't get the recipe a/n. mwahaha so ofc i had to start writing for ghost9 babies someday and prince was a good place to start esp since his cooking videos are absolutely amazing (go show them a lot of love if you haven't already as well as prince's (and all of ghost9's) instagram!!!) and stan ghost9 obv

you didn’t plan on crashing your boyfriend’s solo baking fest in the practice room on a random tuesday afternoon

you weren’t even used to the prospect of your boyfriend cooking

for the years you’ve been dating Prince, you have done 100% of the baking in the relationship (though you had always urged him to try it out since it was fun)

ever since his videos have been doing better than anyone could have predicted, he’s been excited to make something with whatever he had on his hands

from the usual baking ingredients along with several very overripe bananas, you could easily tell what he was planning to bake today: banana bread, one of your favourites

but also knowing your boyfriend, you knew things would probably turn into a disaster if he didn’t have a recipe

so naturally the first thing you asked was to see the recipe he was following

“I swear I had one somewhere when I was gathering the ingredients, but I literally can’t find it.”

he just brushed off your concerns about him possibly poisoning himself, you, and the ghost9 members

“The last time I baked, I didn’t even follow the recipe because it was in cups. It’ll be fine, baby, you just need to have faith.”

you were planning to leave and let him film in peace, but your boyfriend was persistent that you stay especially because he was making one of your favourite baked goods

you relented easily, really it was hard to say no to him, plus the prospect of baking together seemed kind of fun!

more like a chaotic disaster…

most of it was spent playfully arguing over how much of each ingredient to put in

Prince seemed insistent that you should remember exactly how much of every ingredient for him to measure down to the gram

obviously, you didn't, and eventually you stopped trying to help completely and just let him do his thing

though you did stay behind him to supervise, and your hands were visible in the final video messing with his hair and occasionally giving him a loving slap tap on the cheek when he messed something up

once the banana bread was finally in the oven, the two of you joked about what the voiceover should be

you didn't have the highest expectations for how it tasted, but you knew it would at least be pretty good

all the things your boyfriend had cooked in the past had been decently delicious

it turned out pretty well, and you were happy you were there to annoy him help him with it

bonus: what I think the voiceover would be like

welcome back to cooking in the practice room 🧑‍🍳 until I get busted by my manager 🚨👮 today we have a very special guest joining us 👀🥁✨my girlfriend✨ that’s right 😍 us idols 🧑‍🎤🎤 are actually in relationships 😘 despite what most people want to believe! tbh my girlfriend was not 🙅‍♂️ supposed to be joining me today 😔 but we’re making banana bread 🍌🍞 which happens to be her favourite 😍‼️ so I just had to let her join 🤷‍♂️ as you probably know if you watched my chocolate stuffed coffee bun 🍫☕ video, I don’t bake… but my girlfriend does �� I had a recipe for this, but I think peter got hungry 😋 and ate it or something, so no recipe 📄🚫 but again, at least I have my girlfriend 💃 so it should be fine, right? she’s made this hundreds 👩‍🏫 of times 🧑‍🍳🍞 (she’s literally a minion guys idk why she loves bananas so much 🍌⁉️) but despite that she is still somehow clueless 🤓 as to how much flour I should be measuring 😍 but it’s fine 👌 we just dumped sugar 🍭 flour ❕ butter 🧈 bananas 🍌 eggs 🥚 and baking powder into a bowl 🥣 and hoped that they would magically ✨🧙 turn into banana bread 🤔 and guess what 🧐 they did ✨😍 I also added chocolate 🍫 because my girlfriend materialized it out of nowhere 💁‍♀️🍫 I have no one but my girlfriend to thank 😚 for distracting me by pulling on my hair 💆‍♂️ and telling me I was doing it wrong every 2 minutes 😘 but jokes 👎 on her because this banana bread was delicious even without a recipe 😏 10/10 would bake again 🥸

↳ ghost9 taglist: @haecien,, @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm,,

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batterygarden · 2 years

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Sassy bf Denji...

(sfw relationship headcannons; gn afab reader)

I feel like Denji is sassy without meaning to be once you guys get close.

He’ll be like oh my god are you okay what happened to your skin?? & you’re just wearing foundation that got a little patchy.

Any candid life advice from Denji is not only unreliable as hell but also delivered harshly. Despite his best intentions! It’ll sound gentle in his head till he’s like “If a person with no balls tries to fight you just fucking run baby you are not taking them… zero coordination and ya wouldn’t even have somewhere to aim :/“

Will air ur business to everyone unless you specifically tell him not to. “Oh don’t worry they’ll be here! They’re trying out a Diva cup for the first time and it leaked all over while we were driving so they had ta turn around.” (He feels wise and mature saying this having just learned what a diva cup was that morning)

If he has a small grievance with you that for whatever reason he doesn’t mention right away, he’ll just incorporate it into your next nickname. Like you leave the fan on one (1) time when no one’s home he’s like ahh there’s my lil electricity vulture 😍. One time you forgot to clean up after breakfast and Denji literally said “hey dirty dishy! What is up 😁”

If you offer to take over his video game for him while he pees he’s like “hmm I dunno if.…uhhh…” He trails off then never gets up.

“Geez baby, I think you need a good night’s sleep tonight. Like at least eight hours dude…”

He doesn’t really care what you wear but prepare to receive the stink eye if u ever try out a new/different style bc Denji will be lost and confused. Babe what’s up with the fit 🤨? What do you mean, do you not like it :(? Uhhh im not sure if it’s good or not but I don’t get why you’d ever wear that in the first place. Will give honest fashion advice if you ask, too. it’s not always helpful but it’s certainly unfiltered.

“Shorty.. the poems you write do not make sense…”

Denji will occasionally give backhanded compliments 😔. “It’s kinda smart how ya hit the curb every time you park next to the sidewalk like that… Keeps you nice ‘n close!” “Thanks for correctin’ the waiter for me, it’s so cool that you aren’t scared to come off like an asshole.” “I like how you look all messy today!! (senses malice from your glare) Like. It’s hot, babe. I mean you look hot!”

He learned of One food that you don’t care for and he’s had the unwavering assumption that you’re a picky eater ever since. “Guess who scored some chocolate chip cookies at work today! Wait… I wonder if you’d even like these 🤔”

Usually always sassy by accident! but if you wake him up in the night he’s sassy on Purpose. Like if it’s for a good reason maybe less so but if it's just to show him a funny video he is whining and moaning and insulting your sense of humor in one breath before turning over and snoring again.

Link to a more sweet & wholesome Denji work

#he's cheeky i say!#csm denji #denji headcanons #denji fics #Denji fluff #denji x reader #denji x you #chainsaw man x reader #sassy denji #denji/reader #boyfriend denji #chainsaw man headcannons

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crimson-calligraphyx · 7 months

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Tag List: @cheyfi @kingdomof-omens @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo @itsmrsfuentes @cncohshit @catj422 @lma1986 @chels3a-smile

A/N: The song I have Noah write is from this TikTok:

When Vic was able to calm me down after receiving Noah's present, she finally took me out for my birthday. Much to my surprise, she took me to the Beverly Hills Hotel, where we spent the majority of the evening relaxing at the spa. It was the most at peace I had felt in such a long time, and I was so very thankful for her surprise.

She took me out to dinner afterward, and though it was tempting to order myself a glass of cabernet sauvignon to pair with my steak, I didn't. I had to start somewhere, and I knew she was proud of me for doing so with the subtle grin and glimmer in her eyes.

It was very rewarding waking up this morning without a headache and being able to enjoy the way the sun poured into my bedroom through the skylight. I rolled onto my back and stretched, settling with my hands folded behind my head, admiring the way the clouds leisurely strolled across the sky. The only thing that would make waking up even better was if Noah were here, being wrapped in his warmth.

I certainly wasn't lying when I texted him saying that I missed him and that I wanted him to come home soon. He didn't respond to the message, which was disappointing, but I could understand that it might still be hard on him.

Maybe the saying 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' was true, after all. I missed waking up tangled in his arms and legs, opening my eyes to see the sleep glossing over his chocolate irises. I missed the sheepish grin paired with the low and raspy sound of his voice saying good morning. I missed the feeling of his lips grazing against my skin, so delicate and warm.

I missed the simple things, too—us occasionally dancing in the kitchen while preparing dinner or pushing each other away when we didn't want help with cooking. I missed the way his voice jumped several octaves when he got flustered while playing a video game or teasing him when he got startled. I missed him singing around the house mindlessly or while playing guitar or watching him and the guys practice.

God, did I miss his voice.

"Oh, that's right," I mumbled to myself, tossing the blankets off and sitting on the edge of my bed. I picked up the flash drive that I placed on the nightstand last night and rolled it in my palm; thinking about his voice reminded me that I still needed to listen to it.

I stood, stretching once more before retrieving my laptop and headphones, settling back onto the bed, and folding my legs in. I rested the computer in my lap, turning it on to let the flash drive upload the file. It buffered for a few moments, my stomach tying itself into knots the longer I was forced to stare at the spinning wheel of death.

It finishes, and I click into the file, the 'play' button staring me in the face. My heart hammers in my chest, picking up my headphones with trembling hands. Was I ready to listen to this?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady my racing heart and settle the headphones on my head. After a minute or two, I opened my eyes and pressed 'play', an energetic guitar riff funneling into my ears. It quickly flows into a slower, almost sullen beat as his voice comes in, and my heart plummets to my gut hearing the pain in his voice.

Eyes start to blur out of focus I call out but you didn't notice You know that I know that you're hurting Still we sit alone

It wasn't a long recording by any means, but I played it over and over again just to hear the voice that I realized I had missed dearly. Each time it started over, my eyes filled with fresh tears, eventually spilling over, and streaming down my face. Before I knew it, I was sobbing.

I was selfish and chose to ignore all the times he tried to patch things up. I chose to focus on only the negatives, instead of seeing the message he was trying to portray the whole time: he does love and care about me. But I convinced myself that he didn't and was ruining our marriage like the fool that I am.

"Goddammit," I groaned and snapped my laptop shut. I pushed it away from me, tossing my headphones along with it, and rushed to my bathroom when a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. I found myself, yet again, vomiting.

When the brunt of it was over, I folded my arms on the seat and rested my forehead on them while I recouped, trying to calm my angry stomach. I was so sick of throwing up, and it only made me cry harder as it always did, leaving me an exhausted mess. I didn't even fucking drink yesterday—it had to be nerves. I was getting too worked up over everything with Noah.

I sat up with a huff, spitting one last time to clear anything remaining in my mouth before flushing the toilet. Standing, I took one look in the mirror and cringed—aside from the reddened blotches around my now swollen eyes, I was abnormally pale, and my forehead was beaded with sweat. I looked as terrible as I felt.

Tying my hair into a bun, I splashed cold water on my face in hopes of freshening up my appearance before emerging from my room—it didn’t help much. With a shrug, I washed my hands and made my way into the kitchen, where I was met by Vic. She was bent over, her head stuck deep inside the refrigerator as she presumably rummaged around for something to eat.

"Morning," I mumbled, watching her jump slightly as I startled her. "You bitch," she whisper-yelled while standing, and turns towards me with her hand planted over her heart. "Good morning," she chuckles. "You hungry?" I grimaced, the thought of food making my stomach flip. "No, but feel free to help yourself. I'm just gonna make some coffee." She furrows her brows, her head tilting inquisitively as her eyes roam my face. "You good? You're looking a little rough this morning."

I crossed the kitchen, making my way over to the coffeemaker. "Yeah," I sighed, reaching for the coffee filters in the cabinet. "Just have an upset stomach." I heard her mumble a quiet 'Oh' as I measured the grounds and asked her if she wanted any. I scooped double the amount when she said yes.

She cooked breakfast for herself as the coffee brewed; the smell of butter and egg frying made my insides stir once again. I braced myself with my palms against the counter and leaned close to the brewer, focusing the best that I could on the rich scent of coffee rather than the eggs. I was hoping that would hinder the nausea that was festering, but it didn't. Once again, I found myself sprinting to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.

This wasn't normal for me to get sick as often as I had been. I was beginning to think that there was another reason for it…and that scared the fuck out of me.

There's a quiet knock on the doorframe, and seconds later I feel a hand rubbing circles in my back. "I'm okay," I groaned before Vic had a chance to ask, sitting back on my feet. "Must've been dinner from last night." "You sure? You told me you got sick at work yesterday, too." I hear the concern in her voice, but I shake it off, concentrating on the soothing feeling of her hand on my back. "I was hungover yesterday," I admit, letting out an exasperated sigh. "And I've been stressed about the shit going on with Noah, so that didn't help."

She remained silent for a moment, and I knew she didn't buy my excuse. Neither did I—I was never a stress puker, and she knew that.

"I'm buying you a pregnancy test," she states and straightens up, holding her hands out to help me stand. My heart leaps in my throat from the thought alone, and I frantically shake my head while I remain on the floor. "No, that's not it, Vic. I-it can't be, I'm on birth control." She rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "You know that shit's not 100% effective, Liv. You take one pill at the wrong time and—" "I know! I know," I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand down my face. "Just...stop. Please."

I didn't want to hear it; I didn't want to think that there was even a chance that I could be pregnant. Not now. Not with Noah being as ill as he is, not with our marriage in shambles, not while I've been selfishly fucking binge drinking like there's no tomorrow.

"C'mon," Vic puts her hands out again. "Let's get you cleaned up and relax on the couch for a bit. I'm getting you that test whether you like it or not; the sooner you know, the sooner you can figure your shit out." I took a staggering breath in and reluctantly took her hands in mine, nodding. She brings me to my feet and leaves me to brush my teeth and wash my hands. When I finally left the bathroom and made my way to the living room, she had a cup of coffee waiting for me on the side table.

She hovered by the couch until I sat, and she draped the blanket I had strewn across the back of it over me while I reclined the seat. I rolled my eyes at her unnecessary hospitality and thanked her for making my coffee, even though I wasn't going to drink it after brushing my teeth. She told me to rest before grabbing her purse, and I was almost surprised she didn't give me a motherly kiss on the forehead before leaving. I laughed to myself at the thought.

When Vic came back from the store, my nerves kicked into overdrive, knowing she was going to drag me to the bathroom immediately. She does exactly that, and I stood in my bathroom completely frozen as I stared at the unopened test in my hands. I could feel her watching me, which only made me more apprehensive.

We stood there in silence for a few minutes while I mustered up the courage to rip open the packaging. My hands trembled, just staring at the daunting piece of plastic, and I hadn't even used it yet.

"You gonna watch me pee on the thing or what?" I asked her sarcastically, looking at her through my peripheral. I couldn't take my eyes off the test. "Right," she chuckles dryly, "I'll, uh, just be out there if you need me." I catch her thumbing over her shoulder before hesitantly making her exit. I puffed out a deep breath, deciding it was now or never, and sat down on the toilet while removing the cap.

I did my business, put the cap back on, set it on the counter, and waited.

Noah

It's been a week since Olivia's birthday, and I still haven't grown the balls to go home to her, even after she told me she missed me. Of course I missed her, too, but there was always that unsettling feeling inside of me whenever I thought about returning home. I wasn't sure how things would be between us, and I was afraid it would only worsen my condition. It was pathetic of me, I know, but I was working the courage up by reaching out to her at least.

My symptoms weren't subsiding, but they weren't getting any worse, either, which I guess was a good thing. Nevertheless, it sucked—breathing was still a task of its own, the coughing was still relentless at times, and I'm pretty sure I could've made Liv another bouquet of roses from the number of petals I was hacking up.

I was aimlessly channel surfing when my phone rang, and I smiled seeing that it was Olivia calling me. It had always been me reaching out to her this past week, and it warmed my heart a tad seeing her reach out instead.

"Hey, love," I answered, muting the TV before putting the remote down. Her cries answered me, and I immediately shot up in my seat with panic, my chest growing tight. "Olivia, what's wrong?" "I-I know things aren't exactly ideal between us," she pauses to let a sob out, and my heart sinks hearing it. "But I really need you right now," she whimpers out. I tell her to breathe—ironic from the man who literally had flowers growing in his lungs and could barely breathe himself.

I listen to her take several choppy breaths before she's able to speak again. "Can you come home?" her voice cracks. "I know it's probably hard for you but—" "I'm there," I cut her off without hesitation. "I'm coming. Are you safe?" I stand from the couch, walking as quickly as I can to the front door. She whimpers a 'yes' as I snagged my keys off the key rack.

I had to hold myself up against the door for a moment; the sudden movement from the couch to the door left me winded. I knew this was going to be difficult for me, but she needed me. I didn't care if I had to climb our front steps on my hands and knees, I had to be there for her.

She never told me what was going on, but after a drive that seemed far too long from how many times I had to pull over due to coughing so violently, I made it back home. I took a minute to gather myself, trying to rid some of the flowers in my lungs to the best of my ability before making the short trek to the front steps. It was intimidating, to say the least when I finally climbed them, my chest heaving while I stared at the door.

I didn't know what I was walking into, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't the least bit terrified.

I forced myself to go in, making my way to our bedroom when I didn’t see her in the living room. The door was left ajar; I knocked softly to make my presence known before entering. I found her in bed, curled up in a ball as she clutched what appeared to be my pillow to her chest. Soft cries escaped her, and I didn’t waste a second to join her on the bed.

She gasps quietly when I sit, running a hand down the length of her unruly, yet soft hair—I must’ve startled her. “Hey, love,” I greet her gently, and she picks her head up to look at me. My heart shatters seeing her iridescent blue eyes swollen and glossed over, and a trail of dried tears running down her very much flushed cheeks. “You came,” she whispers, disbelief taking over her features. I smiled softly, giving her a quick nod. “In sickness and in health, remember?” Her lips tremble, and she squeezes her eyes shut, tears spilling down her cheeks. I pad my thumb under her eyes to dry them, and she wraps a hand around my wrist, keeping my hand on her face as she nuzzled against my palm. My heart swells—God, I fucking missed this.

I turn my head away abruptly and tuck my face into the elbow of my free arm, another round of coughs making their way out of me. I could feel the flowers coming up, and I tried my best to suppress them. I didn’t want her to see them.

“Noah,” she calls my name meekly, and I feel her hand tighten around my wrist. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t,” I cough out, shaking my head. I turn my attention to the nightstand, noting the box of tissues, an ounce of relief washing over me. I grabbed one and rid the flowers in my mouth, crumpling the tissue and shoving it in my pocket before bringing my attention back to her. “I'm here for you right now. What's going on, love?”

She takes a deep breath, beginning to speak, but breaks out in hysterics again. "Shh, you're okay," I tried to console her, tugging on the pillow in her grasp. "C'mere. Let go of my pillow for a sec." I slip it from her hold and rest it against the headboard, leaning into it. "C'mere," I repeat and pat my chest, hoping to coax her into my arms.

Her cries falter and she looks up at me with a sniffle, and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes for a moment before she clambers on me. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, clinging onto my shirt for dear life as she settles into me with her leg draped over my side. Even though the added weight on my chest made it that much more difficult to breathe, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as tight as I could against me.

I could feel her trembling in my arms, her breath warm against my neck as she heaved, trying to even out her breathing. I rubbed circles in her back and pressed kisses into her hair, a hint of a smile forming on my face as the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo encased me. It wasn't under the best circumstances, but I was so fucking relieved to have her back in my arms again, even if it was only for a little while.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm all ears. I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, pressing my lips against her head again. "Are you sure you won't leave?" she mumbles against my neck, her breath now tickling me. I hummed at the sensation, quickly turning my head to the side as a cough made its way through again. "Positive," I tell her, trying to stifle my coughs. "Okay," she huffs, and moves her head slightly, looking up at me through her lashes. "I, um... God, this is so fucking hard for me to say." Her voice shakes, and I know she's trying not to cry as she squeezes her eyes shut again.

I was beginning to worry about her hesitancy, my heart pounding and my mind racing with all the possibilities. Was she terminally ill? Did something happen to her mom or Vic? Was there somebody else in the picture? God, please, no. "Olivia, you're starting to freak me out," I tell her, and it feels like there's a vice around my chest. "What's going on—" "Noah, I'm pregnant," she finally spits out.

In that instant, everything in the room seemed to be in a standstill—time, my heart, my breathing, my racing mind. I was not expecting those words to come out of her mouth, and it rendered me speechless, my jaw left hanging. "Pregnant?" I whispered, more to myself than her. Did I hear her correctly?

Everything resumes when I feel her pull herself out of my grasp. She's crying again, shaking her head, apologizing over and over again. What she was sorry for, I didn't know.

"Shh, Olivia," I sat up and placed my hands on her shoulders to gain her attention. She doesn't look at me; I delicately take hold of her chin between my thumb and index finger, guiding her face towards mine. "Why are you apologizing?" I asked her when she finally brought her eyes to mine and held her gaze. "Because I-I've been scared to tell y-you." I furrowed my brows at her, "Why?" "Y-you probably don't want a-anything to do with it," she chokes out. I dismiss her assumption with a shake of my head. "I never said that, did I?" I ran my hand down the length of her hair, hoping to reassure her. "N-no, I guess not," she sniffles, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. "That's right." I gave her a soft smile.

She continues to silently stare at me, tears still filling her eyes and spilling over. I palmed her face with both hands, swiping my thumbs across her cheeks to try to dry them once again. "Please stop crying, love. There's no reason to be upset." "Y-you're not mad?" I scoffed humorously, "No, of course not. Why would I be mad?" "I just thought...I-I don't know,” she stammers, followed by a defeated sigh. “With the way things are between us, I wasn’t sure if I should even keep it. I-I didn’t think you’d stay or want to be involved—” “But I’m staying, and I do want to be involved. You are my wife, Olivia, and I’ll support any decision you decide to make.”

She remained quiet, and I kept her face in my hands as I watched her soak in my words, her lips quivering the slightest bit while curling upwards in the corners. I grinned at her, simply admiring the growing smile that I missed so much, paired with my favorite shade of blue in her eyes. There was the start of that crinkle in her nose whenever she laughed or smiled big, and it made my heart swell seeing it—she really was the most precious thing in my life.

I lean forward to kiss her forehead, but she takes hold of my face and presses her lips to mine instead. For a split second I’m stunned, but I find myself quickly melting into her touch, smiling against her lips, and I can feel her smiling back. My whole body was filled with elation; there was this warmth starting in my chest and spreading through my veins, and in that moment, I felt like maybe, just maybe, things might fall back into place again.

|Chapter 17|

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mailjeevasfan · 1 year

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general matt headcanons ❦

i’m dying to get these out. i may also post my headcanons for the wammy boys whilst they were at wammy’s house

-no gender stated for reader

-mail jeevas x reader

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-goes to sleep super late and wakes up super late. probably goes to bed at 3-4am and wakes up around 12pm. most likely just playing video games and getting high tbh

-most messy, chaotic and unorganised person. living with him would be pure pain you’d scold him so often for how untidy he is but he occasionally can get kind of depressed so in those situations you’d help him out for sure

-LOVES cartoons, especially spongebob. idk what it is but something about him makes me think he just sits and watches cartoons for hours. also his impression of the ‘oh brother this guy STINKS’ from spongebob is uncanny and he quotes it often.

-already kind of covered this but he’s definitely a stoner i mean come on

-loves to piss mello off with vape tricks mello definitely gets so mad

‘hey man check this out (blows smoke rings in mellos face)’

-steals mello’s chocolate. not to eat it, just steals it. he’s known mello for that long that he knows there would be no real repercussions for pissing him off

-i feel like he has a couple of rings at the top of one of his ears.

-also probably has a few tattoos (in my fantasy world where he didn’t die he got tattoos over the scars hahahaha okay)

-i’m pretty sure this is kind of shown in one of the manga panels but he has a TERRIBLE diet not a single vegetable in sight just cigarettes, weed, junk food and energy drinks (on that same thought, he has an extremely fast metabolism)

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relationships hcs ❦

-no limits with pda he’d love to put his arm around u or kiss u and show u off. if u were uncomfortable he’d obviously stop but he’d be all for it (he has driven a frustrated mello out of the room at least 500 times)

-LOVES when u play video games with him or actively try and get into the things he likes. like if he said he liked a specific movie or show and you watched it with him he’d be stoked and would love to talk about it with you

-additionally he loves having lazy days on the couch with you. he’d much rather curl up with you and play a game than go out to a party or something.

-would show u all his fav horror movies and if u got scared he’d be super cute and cuddle up to u. equally you’d do the same to him if the roles were reversed

-you’d 100% do just dance together. he’d be so into learning the ones with two people and getting them perfect. imagine one of the songs coming on whilst you were out and you guys busting out the moves

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Who would be the DC parents for the Science Kids? I can see Aurore being Aquaman’s daughter (and creating fake rain with hydrokenisis like Lapis on Room for Ruby). Jean would be Zatanna’s for obvious reasons. Simon could be Flash’s kid (using his speed to edit his videos even quicker) and Reshma’s could be Poison Ivy, I guess (reference to class of heroes, where she is Isabella).

Aurore: Aquaman

A lot of her stuff is waterproof from her books to her electronics

Would join the school’s swim team, but that doesn’t seem fair

She hates dolphins. They’re just all fucking bastards…

Aurore has a tendency to smack sea food out of peoples hands. She knows most of them!

The Beauréals experimented with sperm and egg donors to ensure they had perfect, well-rounded children. Though, they didn’t account for Aquaman being a sperm donor

Mireille: Black Canary

When she was born, Mireille cried so loud and temporarily deafened everyone on the hospital floor

Black Canary helped take care of Mireille for three years before she had to leave for a few missions. She occasionally stops by to help Mireille with her powers and to intimidate Alec

When she heard Theo was being bullied at school, she walked right up to the bastard and screamed

Mireille has some light streaks in her hair

Jean: Zatanna

He’s pretty good at talking backwards

Has never failed a single magic trick, and if someone tries to mess one up, they can expect a flock of doves in their locker

Occasionally leaves a few roses in a certain brunette’s locker

After his wife left, Dejah went out to clear his head, met Zatanna at a bar, and now he’s got a magic son

Lacey: Beast Boy

She still has her normal skin tone, but when she turns into animals, she’s mint green

Her favorite forms are mountain lions, lemurs, and just any animal that’s good at climbing

Not technically her dad. Beast Boy donated some of his blood because Lacey had some medical problems when she was born

He’s more like her godfather

Also, she’s not a strict vegetarian, but sometimes eating meat makes her uncomfortable

Cosette: Static Shock

Can charge ten phones in under three seconds

Braids its hair back so it’s not sticking up at the ends, becuase that gets annoying fast

Her mom participated in a newly funded military program involving superpowered sperm and egg donors

Will annoy you with 90s slang, courtesy of her dad

Cosette: Dayumn! What’s got you trippin’?

Jean: Please speak according to our current decade!

Cosette: *Scoffs* Buzzkill.

Jean: That! That, too!

Zoé: Batman

Zoé served as one of his many, many Robins before she moved to Paris after an… Incident at her school

She was surprised to find herself in a classroom of superpowered teenagers, especially since she knows most of their parents

Audrey had several affairs, so why not one with Bruce Wayne?

She keeps a lot of weapons on her person

Incredibly athletic, intelligent, and able to take down any superhuman

Zoé: *Looks at Marc* … So, did Dick do Starfire, or what?

Marc: Starfire

On Tamaran, his name is pronounced as Myzan'r

When he gets angry or upset, Marc’s eyes glow bright green as a sign that he’s charging his laser eyes

Is FIERCELY protective of his brother

For his protection, Starfire and [Censored] had Marc live with Penny and Alyssa Anciel after his aunt attempted to sell Marc into slavery like she did with Starfire when they were younger. Long story short, Marc tore open an alien ship with his bare hands when he was seven

Tamaraneans are known for their iron stomachs, so this guy will eat just about anything you put in front of him

Marc: I’ll have you know, I have a refined pallet.

Cosette: “Refined,” my ass. You ate a meat lovers pizza coated in chocolate syrup and sour gummy bears.

Denise: Wonder Woman

Already tall, strong, and insanely gorgeous like an Amazon, so why not?

Like Marc, Denise is VERY protective of Cerise

Was close friends with Flavio Cabello’s grandparents back in the 40s, and because of that, she created Denise the same way she was created when Flavio and Pilar were having trouble conceiving until they had Cerise

Wears a LOT of jewelry, so no one questions the silver cuff bracelets

Simon: The Flash

Can edit fifty videos in three seconds and is fast enough to escape any assholes trying to shove him in a locker when Denise isn’t around

Sometimes they like to mess with the other students, just when they need a moment of peace and quiet

The Flash saved him from the house fire his parents didn’t bother to safe him from, donated some blood, and now Simon has his powers and a new godfather

He can run across the world in only eight seconds, but still prefers to be princess-carried by Denise

Ismael: Superman

In the Cool Aliens club with Marc

This guy can get hit by a truck and still keep walking as if nothing happened

Likes to eavesdrop on conversations with his super hearing and then blackmail certain people

Ismael’s egg donor had an affair long before she divorced Fazli

Fazli was able to get full custody after Superman got her arrested. Because Superman don’t take kindly to child abuse

Reshma: Poison Ivy

Likes to decorate her clothes with flowers and vines. Her style is post All-Of-You-Isabela, VERY colorful

Her hair has some tints of red in it

She was sent to Paris when she was five seeing as it was getting too dangerous in Gotham

Reshma was made in a lab as one of Poison Ivy’s sporelings, and she has a slight magenta tint to her skin

She likes making flower crowns for her friends

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