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milkwaydreams · 1 year

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I posted 334 times in 2022

That's 334 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (4%)

321 posts reblogged (96%)

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@nanons

@team-win

@wuxyings

@gunsatthaphan

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I tagged 12 of my posts in 2022

#kpop - 6 posts

#haechan - 3 posts

#nct - 3 posts

#renjun - 3 posts

#jaemin - 3 posts

#chenle - 3 posts

#kinnporsche - 3 posts

#mark lee - 3 posts

#taeyong - 2 posts

#doyoung - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#i just know the one of them is kidnapped out of nowhere and they fall in love for no reason

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay, I didn't know it was possible but, I just fell in love with Seventeen... AGAIN!!

FOR GOD'S SAKE, THEY ARE ALREADY MY ULT. WHAT MORE THEY WANT FROM ME???!!

I WILL GIVE EVERYTHING FOR THEM ANYWAY

Everyone looks SOOO GOOD this era. MINGHAO????!!!!!!! DK???!!! SCOUPS LONG HAIR??!!! LIKE.... OMG. HELP.

I was down the hole day and now, I'm so happy. This is the effect Seventeen has on me. Thank you boys, for everything 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

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7 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

Is it possible to be bias wrecked by your own bias??!!

LEE TAEYONG, GO EASY ON ME BOY!

I'M YOUR WEAKEST SOLDIER 🥵🥵🥵

and the plaque behind does say "caution"...

12 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

I must say: wow. WHAT A MENTAL BREAKDOWN I HAD KINNPORSCHE. THANK YOU 😭😭😭😭

VegasPete BREAKING ME DOWN WITH THEN... I can't... How am I going to survive now??

I was getting really mad thinking that Vegas died, I was like "What? Really? Don't do this to me production crew. Please don't...", but, after that post credits scene... I forgive you for everything 🤣🤣🤣

IT WAS SO FREAKING CUTE. OMG... I can't even talk about how much I loved that scene. Macau being cute with his brother, oh my God. And I can't stop thinking about the conversations that Macau and Pete had while Vegas was sleeping. That "That was fast" from Macau, got me thinking they plotted making Vegas act cute AND I LOVED IT 😭😭😭😭

Also, so sad we didn't get a proper ending to KimChay🥺🥺🥺

But... THAT SCENE OF KIM PROTECTING CHAY🥵🥵🥵🥵 AS IF I WASN'T ALREADY IN LOVE WITH JEFF ENOUGH🤣🤣🤣

I couldn't stop smiling and giggling the whole scene🤣🤣🙈🙈🙈

There's still so many things to unveil. I really hope to get a second season 🥺🥺

13 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

~BL/GL TAG GAME~

I was tagged by @wanderlust-in-my-soul 😍

Your all time favorite bl character and why?

Wow, there are some.

I have to say Intouch (UWMA) because I love his determination. He says "That boy is gonna be mine" and he gets the boy. I love him for it.

Also Ram (My Engineer) because I loove his personality. I see myself in him a little bit. He only talks to who he wants to and when he wants and I think that's so funny🤣. He also love animals and is afraid of kids just like me so.. 🤣🤣

What’s your one character from a bl you wanted to punt into the stratosphere (you only get one so choose wisely).

Humm... I know that I should choose only one but, Korn and Intouch's (UWMA) fathers for OBVIOUS reasons🤬

Or Llong (TharnType) because, Tharn and Type are toxic to each other A LOT, but, Llong was going to KILL Type if their friends didn't stopped him and, he literally hire some guys to RAPE a completely innocent person just because he was dating Tharn.

The best music moment from a bl.

I guess, Sarawat (2gether) singing "Tine" in the last episode. Or Korn and Win (Cupid's Last Wish) COMPLETELY high singing and dancing like they were recording a MV in the middle of nowhere 🤣🤣

What’s a popular heterosexual text that you would like to see adapted into a bl/gl?

I would love to see a BL version of Boys Over Flowers (or F4 Thailand, or Meteor Garden. You get it). Not exactly a "text" but, I thought about it while seeing F4 Thailand on air "It's always the same. It would be amazing if it ended up being a BL in the end" 🤣🤣🤣

A scene from a bl that always makes you laugh.

The last RamKing (My Engineer) scene where King thinks Ram was drunk and didn't remember their kiss, but Ram didn't drink at all🤣🤣

Also, that one when Saifah and Zon (Why R U?) wakes up cuddling to it other and Zon starts saying nonsense like "Did you used condom? Am I gonna get pregnant?" 🤣🤣🤣 I Love this scene🤣🤣

Biggest disappointment.

Enchanté. The first episode was really cute, but then, I don't know what happened. I loved the whole "Find the Enchanté" thing just to be the own Theo who wrote it because he wanted Akk's attention... And that last episode, what was that? Out of nowhere, after doing all that book scene to get Akk, he's leaving just like that?! And Akk's sister saying those things to him??? That's her way of helping?? Really disappointed.

And I have to mention Cutie Pie. It's not bad, but I guess I waited too much for too long. Since the first announcement that Zee was going to be in a new BL, I was sooo hyped, but when I finally watched it, it didn't get me. Still going to watch it anyway because I love the actors and I loved the other couples, but I got really lazy, unfortunately🥺🥺

What two random bl/gl characters would make hilarious exes?

I have no idea 🤣🤣🤣🙈🙈

But I thought about a conversation of Fiat (Don't Say No), Jang Jaeyoung (Semantic Error) and Nuea, Kaeng and Team (Y Destiny), they would count bodies all day 🤣🤣🤣

Who would be the funniest person to person to watch a bl in its entirety and which one would you make them watch.

A lot of people finds it weird but, I always watch BL with my mom🤣🤣 She's is best person to watch it with. She loves anything I choose to so🤣🤣

I also would love to watch Cherry Blossom After Winter with @wanderlust-in-my-soul it would be perfect 😍😍

Best wardrobe moment/or character wardrobe from a bl.

I love the red suit Fiat (Don't Say No) wears for the party in the end. That entrance with the twins (who are really cute too) behind him, wow😍😍

And I guess Kinn's (KinnPorsche) whole wardrobe too. That man knows how to wear a suit, as he should cause, wow, he's GORGEOUS in those suits🤤

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Thank you so much for tagging me😍😍

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20 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, I just want to put it out what I'm feeling right now after EP13, but I'm going to focus only on PeteVegas because, too much happened in this episode.

First of all, I just need to leave something very clear here: I didn't knew anything about the novel before watching the series so, I was really blind and didn't know what to expect. That being said, let's move on.

I still don't know what I feel when I think about them. I started watching KinnPorsche BECAUSE of VegasPete, I wanted to see them together. Them Pete got captured and I realized the road that they would go.

I'm completely biased by Bible, so I didn't imagine that I would HATE his character. And I did. For a moment. Now I'm... Confused cause at the same time I want to kill him, I want to protect him ("At the same time I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck - P!nk")

Something I'm really enjoying is to see how everyone interpret their relationship differently, that's amazing. So I want to leave here what I think they have.

I don't think it Love. I don't think it's anything really rational. I think they developed a toxic emotional support that they crave above anything else. I genuinely think they can't live without each other anymore because of this bounding. Vegas gets better because of Pete, but also he can reach his peak of destruction for Pete too. The same for Pete. He has a pure heart even after everything he did and have been through, but he fakes smiles and happiness too much. With Vegas, he can show the evil part of himself without being judged of anything. They are literally like Yin and Yang. They need each other for balance. Pete needs Vegas to be mean, and Vegas needs Pete to be good.

It's not love, it's balance. They both know what they are doing it's wrong, but still want it ("Mama, I'm in love with a criminal and this type of love, it's not rational, it's phisical - Britney")

Also, the scene where Pete was "eating" the ramyeon and breaks down crying, wow. I also saw a lot of people saying different things about it and, one of the things people said was that his friends and people o cares about him are around him but he is still left alone. I don't think the others left him alone just like that. He's visible hurt, both, inside and out, holding tears all the time... I would give him some time too. And, he may have asked to be alone for a while cause, Khul would talk to much, ask too much, and he's not in a good shape for all Khul's presence at that moment, you know?

And when he touches where the handcuffs were, his chest and neck where Vegas touched, I really think he was missing him, but his crying because he don't want to miss Vegas. Crying because because he knows it's wrong and unhealthy, but he's still worried, maybe even not for himself but for what Vegas may do without him. He can't control him if he's not near him. I guess it's obvious now that Vegas don't control Pete, Pete controls him.

And one last thing, yes, they can't kill each other because, like I said, they balance one another. If one of them dies, the other will crumble. If they hurt each other, they hurt themselves. That's why I think Pete couldn't pull the trigger and Vegas couldn't stab Pete.

All of this is just how I feel about them, how I read them myself.

I love seeing the other ways they are being read so, if you want to talk more about them or other couple, even other series, I will gladly talk to you. 🥰🥰

And I need to say, shout out to the whole KinnPorsche's crew cause I'm really impressed by this series 😍😍

21 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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cellsshapedlikestars · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you're taking prompts but I must shoot my shot with one of my top fave fan fiction writers ever (i.e. YOU).

Have you watched Love is Blind? If so, you know what I"m going to ask - Jon/Sansa Love is Blind fic.....pretty pls :(

ANON. First of all, thank you, that's very sweet and I'm so happy you like my writing!

Second - I'm currently binging season 2! I'm on episode 3, watching a train wreck of a first meeting (well, not a train wreck because they seem happy to meet each other, but I just KNOW this couple is not going to last five minutes lmaooooo. No spoilers though.) Decided to write this while also watching.

So here you go, anon. This is for you, but also for the people who wanted me to watch Love is Blind like AGES ago. I honestly can't remember if it was @librarian-witchling or @chispas-and-broken-bindings or someone else. Who was it that was trying to convince me to watch??? Please tell me, my memory is terrible.

“Sansa,” his voice comes through the blue wall, smooth and practiced. “I'm getting down on one knee.”

Her stomach clenches, surprise bursting through her chest. “What?”

“Sansa, I think you're incredible and I see a future with you. I see you as my wife, raising our children. Will you marry me?”

There's silence in the room, silence from the other side of the wall as he waits.

Oh god.

What is she doing? She signed up for this stupid show because she and Beth and Jeyne got drunk one night and thought it'd be fun. She'd been sick of going on dates and having men look only at her face, never even trying to get to know the person underneath. She's always been told she's beautiful, it's all anyone ever seems to care about. And she'd let it happen, over and over again.

This show had sounded like the perfect solution – these men can't see her. They can only hear her, can only get to know her. And she knew a proposal was the ultimate goal, but at the beginning of this, it had seemed so distant. A concept rather than a reality.

Can she really agree to marry someone without ever seeing them in person? Without knowing what they look like, without knowing if she's physically attracted to them?

It hits her then – yes. Yes, she can. Because when she sees him, it won't matter. It won't matter at all what he looks like. Her heart swells near to bursting as she realizes it – she loves him.

There's only one problem.

“Sansa?” he says, still sounding confident as ever. He's always confident. She liked that about him, how much he validated their connection and his feelings for her. Outspoken, insistent. Telling her he'd like her no matter what she looked like - although, when she looks back on it now, she realizes he does sort of know what she looks like. Her hair color, her weight, if she works out or not. He'd wheedled bits and pieces out of her over their sessions together. She can't believe she didn't realize that before. He'd been so subtle about it.

“No,” she says, voice sounding breathy and weak.

“What?”

“No.” Louder, more sure this time. “I'm so sorry, Harry, I can't.”

“You can't?” his voice is incredulous, but she barely hears it. Her blood is pounding, her whole body feels like it's pulsing.

Oh god, she loves him. How had she not seen it before?

“I'm sorry,” she says again, and her voice trembles as much as her hands do. “You know I've also been talking to... I'm sorry, but my connection with you isn't...” She's too shaken to get her words straight.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry seethes, and Sansa shuts her eyes as tears spring to them.

“I didn't mean to hurt you-” she starts, but stops herself when she hears him swear again.

She really didn't see this coming. She knew he was talking to Cissy and Saffron, too – she always heard them talking about Harry in the common area. It always made Sansa feel on edge – always on edge when she was here, in this room, talking to Harry. Always trying to be her best, always knowing she was competing for his attention. Performing.

But there's one man she's never had to perform with.

...

“Jon,” she grips the producer's arm when she's finally allowed out of the room. “Can I see Jon next? I need to talk to him, please.”

They make her give a whole interview to camera about turning Harry down. About why.

“It's Jon,” she says, hands still shaking as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek. “He's the one.”

Finally – finally – they let her see him.

No, not see him.

She doesn't know what he looks like. He's just a voice through a wall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” that voice is low, a familiar, rumbling Northern accent. It makes her close her eyes, makes her feel calmer with just two simple words.

“Hi, Jon,” she whispers back. Her stomach is clenching again, but it's different this time. Anticipation instead of dread. “Are you ok? You sound sort of down.”

“I'm fine,” he says, though he doesn't really sound it. “I just... I heard some talk from the other guys about... nevermind. How are you?”

“I'm good,” she says, but then her voice breaks traitorously.

Through the wall, she can hear him moving, like he's shifting forward at the sound of her tears. “What's wrong?” he sounds so sincere, so concerned.

“Harry proposed to me,” she says, trying to keep herself together.

“Oh.”

He isn't surprised.

“I said no.”

A pause. “Oh?”

He's unsure.

Of course he is.

“When he asked, it made me realize.... I realized that the only person I want to spend my life with is you.”

“Sansa,” his voice sounds tight, restrained. Still unsure. She hates how much she'd dismissed him as just a friend. Her best friend here, she'd told him once. The thing is, she's never had a relationship where she feels as comfortable as she does with Jon. She didn't realize love could be comfort and friendship and trust.

And the worst part is, Jon's never made it any secret that he's not talking to the other women like he is with her. She's the only one for him, but he never pushed her about it. She hates that it's taken her this long to see it.

“Marry me,” he breathes in a rush, like he hadn't planned to say it at all.

“Yes,” it comes out choked with tears. She says it quick, before he can take it back.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes,” she laughs, pressing her hands to her face.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “I wasn't on one knee. Wait, I can do it again, I can do it better.”

A little hiccup of laughter escapes her. “No. Do it in person.”

“Why is there a stupid wall in the way,” he laughs too, but it doesn't sound like he's crying. It still sounds like he's a bit surprised.

“I know. I can't wait to see you.”

She hears him let out a shaky exhale.

“I can't wait to touch you,” she continues, feeling bolder than she ever has in any relationship. “I can't wait to kiss you.” There's a small groan from the other side of the wall.

“I love you, Sansa. You know that, right? I forgot to say that.”

“I know,” she nods. Of course she does. He's always let her know, in small ways. Always patiently waiting for her. “I love you, too, Jon. I'm sorry it took me so long.”

“Don't apologize, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for.”

…

She's going to throw up.

Jon doesn't know what she looks like. He doesn't know anything about her. They'd never once talked about their physical appearances. He'd never asked. She has no idea what to expect from him, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what he looks like, as long as he makes her feel as safe and as loved as he did through that wall. She hopes it's the same for him.

She knows she's objectively pretty, but what if she's too skinny? What if her boobs aren't big enough? What if she's too tall? Too pale? Too many freckles? What if he doesn't like redheads?

The round doors starts to slide open and Sansa really does think she's going to vomit.

But then there he is.

Standing on the other side of the long carpeted hall is Jon. He looks at her with steady grey eyes and a somber tilt to his mouth.

Then he smiles.

She finds her feet moving, feeling unsteady in her heels, as he also starts to walk to her.

“It's you,” she whispers when she finally reaches him, and then his arms are around her. It feels like she's hugged him before. It feels like she's touched him before - a thousand times before, in a thousand different lifetimes. It feels like coming home. It feels like she was meant to be here.

She used to believe in fate and true love as a little girl, but life had stamped those out of her long ago. She thought she had lost that hope.

Until now.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #love is blind au #i wrote this in a very short amount of time #please excuse any spelling or grammar errors #also this got real cheesy at the end #so i apologize

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Love On-Set (Pt. 01 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 3K

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Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

First Sight

The minivan stops right before entering the set as the driver speaks with one of the security guards. A huge structure was built around the area, and if it wasn't for the strong lights, you'd be in complete darkness. It's late at night, but yet, there are some journalists and a lot of cameras. They immediately surround the car, trying to see who's inside.

“Vicki, do you think I should go out and talk to them?” You decide to ask her first, because you're not as known as the other actors, and you're not sure if they'd want to talk to you.

“Sure. But don't take long.” She nods, touching the drive's shoulder and telling him to wait.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open, a smile on your face as the cameras quickly find you. Running a hand through your hair, to make sure it's not messed up, you take in all the microphones and smartphones pointed at your face.

“(Y/N), could you answer some questions?” A short, dark-haired guy asks, a camera flashing.

“It depends on the question, but I'll try my best.” This seems to please them, and you wonder if the others couldn't afford a few minutes.

“Your posted on your Instagram account that you were a Stranger Things fan from season one.” A woman asks. “How was the transition from being a fan to acting on the show?”

“It was fantastic.” The first season of the show was still driving people crazy when you got the call for an audition for the role of Amy Whitehall, for seasons two and three. Vicky, you have no idea how, got in touch with some friends when she heard they were searching of someone with physical traits similar to yours. Thankfully, the audition went well and you got the job. “It's an honor to be part of this masterpiece. The only bad part is that now I have some spoilers.”

“Your character's scene by the end of season two had any interaction with Billy Hargrove, Hawking's bad boy. Does that mean she'll be in any kind of relationship with him?”

For that, you have to think, careful not to say anything that will expose the plot.

People are very interested in Billy, not sure exactly where the character will go from now on, after his introduction on season two. He stole many hearts, for love or hate, dividing opinions. And your character had a short appearance by very end of the last episode, shown in an interaction with him. On her way to the ball, to help Nancy, Billy almost runs her over with his car, after dropping his sister. They had a small dialogue, him asking her to get out of the way and her telling him to look where he was going. Then a pause, a little bit of tension, and that was it.

“I'm not allowed to answer that, but Amy's scene was just an introduction. Her character will be around throughout season three.” Offering another smile, you turn around, giving attention to someone else.

“What will be a new threat? The season finale raised a lot of questions about–”

“Excuse me, excuse me.” Vicky pokes her head out, a hand raised. “I'm sorry, but we have to get going.”

“Aright.” You mumble. “Thank you, guys. Bye.” Politely, you wave at the reporters before going back into the van.

You're soon moving again, leaving the entrance behind and driving in darkness for some minutes before more lights come into your sight until they're all around you. The set was built around a piece of the road, where you already shot earlier this week.

“C'mon, (Y/N). Hair and make-up." Vicky urgers, stepping out of the van with you.

You easily find your way around the set, chatting with people as they do your hair and put the makeup on. There will be a tiny cut above your left eyebrow, and Ron, the guy who always take care of the fake wounds around here, takes only fifteen minutes to get it done. Once you're ready, Vicky guides you to the filming area, and you sit on your chair a few feet away, under one of the many huge tents scattered around the place.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you abruptly look up from your phone, finding your co-star. The only co-star of the day, Dacre. He's already full Billy, with the mullet wig and the leather jacket. “I didn't mean to startle you. Just thought I'd come to say hello before the scene.”

You haven't properly spoken to Dacre. The single scene you made was quick, one of the last, and the set was a mess. So you didn't have the chance to talk, and ever since, you haven't crossed paths with him. But today's scene is all about your characters. Amy's first appearance on season three will have her running from something in the woods, the Mind Flayer, and she crashes her car on Billy's, while he's on the way to meet Mrs. Wheeler. That's it for today, their first meeting.

“Hi.” Smiling back, you shake his hand. “I'm (Y/N).” You decide to remind him.

“I know.” He simply says. “Do you want to go over the lines before the real thing?”

He has such a nice voice, it's impressive. You've watched some of his movies, and he's really good. It's not like you haven't acted before, but nothing so important or famous as Stranger Things. You can't help but be a little nervous. “Sure.” Blocking your phone, you stand up, leaving it on your seat.

“Alright. Let's–”

“(Y/N)! Dacre! It's time, c'mon!” The director calls, cutting you off.

“Guess we'll go straight to the real thing,” Dacre says as you start making your way to where the cars are positioned.

Billy's Camaro and Amy's light green Toyota are placed a few inches apart, the front part already wrecked and a light smoke coming off from under the hood.

“The mechanism will push the cars on each other and the rest you already know.” Your stylist comes to check on you one last time, making sure everything is perfect. When she steps away, you get inside the car.

A few days ago you shot Amy's way over here, driving insanely fast, running from the shadows creeping. Most of the scenes where Amy will be alone were already made since there weren't many. She will be around the others a lot, as the events are unrevealed.

Once you're in the car, you take your time to get into character, ignoring the orders being yelled outside. The lights are turned off, and the road before you is almost completely dark.

“Let's get it started, everyone!” The director shouts. “Action!”

At his command, the car jerks forward.

Letting your head fall on the wheel, you breathe fast, wide eyes acknowledging what just happened, the crash, the smoke, the other car that collided with yours. Looking over your shoulder, you imagine, you picture it coming, moving through the threes, growing closer.

“What the hell!” The voice yells as you try to make your car start again, uselessly. “You could've killed me!”

“Damn it.” Cursing under your breath, overcome by terror, you step out of the car, running around it and into the other one, which is still working, opening the passenger door and rushing inside.

“What do you think you're doing? Get the hell out of my car!” Dacre shouts at your face, in Billy's voice, a little deeper.

“There's something in the woods!” You yell, looking through the rear windshield. “It's coming!”

“Are you crazy or something?! You almost wrecked my car!” As he speaks, you imagine it once again, the tentacles coming from the sky, taking over the road behind you.

Then you grab his arm, squeezing the muscle underneath the jacket. He's in the middle of a sentence when he looks back too, immediately going silent as he's eyes meet the same inexistent thing you're seeing.

“What the–”

“Drive!” You burst out, and the car starts moving.

“Cut!” The director's voice reaches both of you and Dacre hits the brakes.

Relaxing, you let go of his arm.

“That was great, but I want another take. Ryan, turn those lights down.”

The scene is repeated three more times, with different lighting until they finally decide it's perfect. Then the whole set starts moving to the next scene, which is the sequence to what just played out. It'll be shot in a street Northeast from the road, and since it'll play out from the Camaro, you're told to stay in the car as Dacre drives there, following the other cars.

“You did well back there,” Dacre says as you move, taking a different turn from the other cars to reach your mark. The street has a few small houses on one side, which will have their lights on and some people moving inside and on their balconies, and tall threes on the other.

“You too. Hope I didn't hurt your arm, but Amy was terrified.” Shrugging your shoulders, you smile to hear his giggle.

“I noticed.” He says. “But my arm will survive.”

Looking his way, you're able to have a good look at him now. It's a little dark, but you can take in his features. Dacre makes the mullet look good, which is impressive since you absolutely hate the hairstyle. But not on him. Clearing your throat, you look away. “Make sure it will. You'll need it.”

Dacre stops by the mark, everyone apparently already on their positions. “Things are about to get tense for Billy and Amy now.”

“First fight.” You say, taking a look at your outfit to make sure nothing is out of place. “Enemies to lovers is quite a good arch.”

“I like it too.”

“(Y/N). Dacre. Are you ready?” The director asks and both of you give him a thumbs up, hands off the window. The crew with the microphones and cameras are already positioned, ready for the scene. “Alright then. Ready... Action!”

Dacre moves the car forward, just enough to fake it as he hits the breaks. “What was that?” Billy asks, annoyed for some reason Amy wouldn't know.

“I don't know.” With a hand on your hair, shaking a little, you breathe fast, terrified. “Just take me home.”

“Now I gotta drive you home too?”

“Screw you.” The sudden outburst and the disgust in his voice makes you bolt out of the car, keeping in mind not to look at the cameras following you.

“Are you going to walk?” Billy yells, but you don't look back, walking fast, crossing your arms. “Wait.”

“Screw. You.”

“Don't be an idiot.” You roll your eyes when you notice he's coming closer. Dacre grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

You're confused at his change of moods, pushing your arm away. “Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that–” You gesture at the threes on the other side of the road. “–and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Raising your voice, you put the same tone of disgust in your voice that you heard in his. The cameras move a little closer, and you know why. That's when the tension starts, when Amy stands up to Billy. Stepping forward, lifting your head to try and look him in the eye, you put a single finger in his chest. “You're far worse than what people say you are.” You don't get why his eyes make you nervous. Maybe this whole thing is more than you're used to, too big of a production for you after a few years away from the cameras. As much as Dacre's face being so close makes you feel funny, you gotta keep it cool, don't let it show. You're scared, terrified of a monster in the woods.

“Cut the bullshit and let's go.” He takes your arm again, but you refuse to follow him, standing your ground.

“Let go!” You struggle a bit on his grip, noticing how you actually need to act as if it's tighter than it really is. When he turns to face you again, as you struggle, his face comes close again, his eyes filled with Billy's annoyance.

“Get your butt–” Exactly in time, a crack reaches your ears, and both you and Dacre look at the woods with wide eyes, your breaths caught in your throats, unsure of what made that noise, but not excited to find out. “Let's get out of here.”

“Yeah.” You mumble, heading back into the car.

“And cut!” The director yells as soon as you close the door shut. “That was good, but I want another take. I want the same tension you both built on season 2, only now it's stronger, you're face to face. And Dacre, work this out because people need to be convinced Billy likes someone for something else than just fool around.”

You both nod, repeating the same thumbs-up gesture. Taking a deep breath you wait for the sign and starts moving, doing pretty much the same until you're both out of the car, but this time, when Dacre pulls your arm, you act as if the pull was stronger then it actually was, letting yourself collide against his chest before stepping away. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

“Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Instead of just putting a finger on his chest, you push him away with both hands, not keeping the normal distance as doing so, and letting your eyes fall on his unbuttoned shirt for a couple of seconds before raising your them again. You feel the heat on your cheeks, and you know you're blushing. Checking him out was not the intention.

Dacre's eyes meet yours, and for a second they soften before the usual annoyance comes back. You wonder if he's trying to say something, give you a hint about something he wants to do, but you have no idea what it might be. “Cut the bullshit and let's go, princess.” The weight on the last word is different, lower, meant as in insult, an irony.

“Let go!” You whisper-yell, trying to pull away, but you stop when Dacre holds the other arm, trying to drag you to the car. His stare is intense, and the cameras move a little, coming closer, and you know they're focusing on your faces. “Let go.” You repeat, much lower this time, trying to put some distance between you and him, since your bodies are way too close already.

“Get your butt–” The crack again, the stare at the woods, and the sudden change of moods. Run now, fight later. “Let's get the hell out of here.”

Nodding in agreement, you give your arms one last push, and Drace's eyes come back to you as if remembering he was still holding you, finally releasing his grip. You both run to the car and the scene is over.

Despite saying it was perfect, the director wanted two more takes. He wants proximity, touching, anger mixed with a sudden, recently discovered passion from an unexpected connection at first sight. You're happy to hear that you did achieve that, not sure if it came from your skills or the funny feeling you had in your stomach through the scene. It's weird to have someone you basically just met so close, only inches away.

When it's all done, you take off the outfit and put your clothes back on after washing the make-up away. Then you wait for Vicky, leaning against the minivan, scrolling through your Instagram feed.

“Hi again.” You see Dacre approaching through the corner of your eyes, raising your head to look at him. “Have you checked in at the hotel yet?”

“Yes, just before coming here.” All the actors are staying at the same hotel, just so it's easier to gather everyone around when needed, and be sure of the time it gets for them to get on set.

“I came in my car. I can give you a ride there if you like.” As he speaks, you see Vicky coming, talking with the director. Which you still don't know the name yet.

“I came with Vicky, my agent.” Gesturing at her, you feel embarrassed to decline, and you hope Vicky will say something to help you out as she usually does. “Right, Vi?”

“Oh, no.” Waving her hand in a fast motion, she puts a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. “Remember what I told you? Make connections, friends. Don't stick with me during the whole production.” She reaches out her hand and Dacre politely shakes it. “I'm Victoria Klein. (Y/N)'s agent and her mother's oldest friend.”

“Dacre Montgomery.” He simply says.

“You may take her to the hotel. I have some things to do and she needs to rest. Long day tomorrow.”

You just watch as Vicky sets you up as if you're not even there to make your own call. But you're too shy to say anything else, to still refuse Dacre's kindness. “Ok then. See you, Vicky.”

“Have a good night.” She says after giving you a quick hug.

Silently, you follow Dacre through the set to the parking lot. His car is among several different trucks, some of them already leaving. “Nice car.” You tell him as you get into the passenger seat.

“It's rented.” Dacre turns the ignition and the car comes to life. “I can't be without a car. What if I need to go somewhere?”

“Fair enough.”

He drives through the huge set and you fall into a comfortable silence, not sure of that to say. It would help if you could see some kind of landscape or anything at all through the window. Then you wouldn't look like an idiot with eyes glued at nothing but darkness.

“Did you stop to speak to the journalists?” Dacre asks when you reach the exit, waving at one of the guards.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah. What did they ask?”

“Spoilers.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a glance, and he does the same. “About Amy's and Billy's relationship. What can be expected after their meeting in the season finale.”

A low giggle escapes his lips. “Wait until they know.”

“But they will have to wait until next year.”

“You did well back there. You actually blushed. How did you do that?” He stops at the red light, and you feel when he looks at you. Running a hand through your hair, you meet his eyes.

You weren't trying to blush. You just did. “I'm a very good actress.” Giving him a sassy smirk, you see when his lips break into a smile. It's different from Billy's smile, he doesn't act like he's trying to hide some unknown meaning behind it.

“You sure are.” The red light turns green and you start moving again. “Uhm... There will be a kissing scene, you know.” Oh. The kissing scene. You read through it, of course, you just didn't give much thought about it. “Have you ever done a kissing scene?”

“No.” The answer is quick, you don't have to think much. “In my long list of three movies, in two of them my character didn't have any romantic interests and in the other one it was platonic.” Dacre had done it, you remember from some movie, not sure which one. Your mother insisted on watching some of his movies, just so you'd ‘get to know your co-star skills’ before actually having to work with him. But it's different. It's completely different watching a character on screen and then meeting the person behind it.

“Oh, ok. I hope I won't make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Don't worry about that.” You're a professional, and that's your job. It's just a kiss anyways, and the scene won't be shot any time soon. You'll have time to get used to the idea.

“I just think that since our characters arch is connected from now on, it would be good to get to know each other. It helps a lot when the co-stars are somehow friends.”

“Of course.” He has way more experience in this than you, so whatever he says, you agree.

When you get to the hotel, Dacre leaves his car on the underground parking lot, and, despite having his room key, he insists on accompanying you to the reception to get your card. Once you're in the elevator, you rest your back against the mirror, watching the numbers as they light up.

“We should exchange numbers,” Dacre says, turning to look at you. “In case some of us need to go through the lines or work on something.” He shrugs his shoulders, the light fabric of his white shirt moving. “It's a thing among us. You'll be invited to a lot of parties like that.”

“Sure.” Taking your phone off your pocket you unlock it and hand it over to him as he does the same. Quickly, you type your number and save if on his contacts list.

“That's my stop.” He says when you reach the 14th floor. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You mumble, waving at him as the elevator door closes again.

The first thing you do when you get to your room is kick off your shoes, already undressing to hit the shower before throwing yourself on bed. It's very late and you won't have many hours of sleep. You're halfway to the bathroom when you take your phone to put on some music. But you don't recognize the object in your hand. After a moment of confusion, you realize it's Dacre's phone.

“What now?” Stopping on your tracks, you start making the way back and gathering the clothes you left on the floor, putting them on again. Since you don't know the number of his room and knocking from door to door is ridiculous, you decide to call reception and just ask. But on your way to the landline they have near the couch, Dacre's phone starts ringing. You were wondering who would it be when you read your own name on the screen.

“Oh, hi.” You're quick to pick up. “I guess you have my phone.”

“Yeah, I got lucky it didn't lock, or else I'd have to call reception asking for your room.” His voice gets a lot darker through the phone. “Would you tell me which one is it? I'm already heading to your floor.”

“1703.” Already making your way to the door, you hear the soft beep of the elevator's doors opening.

“I'm almost there.” He's still speaking when he turns the corner, getting into your sight. You hang up, a shy smile on your face. “Sorry about that.” He hands you over your phone and you give him back his.

“It's alright. We're both tired.” You expect him to just say good night and leave, but he doesn't, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“Have you met the others yet? Natalia, Joe, Millie...?”

“No, not yet.” You've heard they are very close, and you're the new girl in set. Saying you're nervous doesn't get anywhere close.

“I'm your only friend so far then.” Dacre states. “I'll break the ice with the others, don't worry.” He smiles again, and now, under the bright lights of the hotel hall, you can see his face perfectly. His blue eyes, a lot kinder then they were earlier today when he was Billy.

“Thanks. Guess I'll see you tomorrow then... Pool scenes.”

“Pool scenes.” He repeats. “I'll leave you to sleep now. Good night, (Y/N). Again.”

“Good night, Dacre.” Standing by the door, you watch as the walks away, towards the elevators.

You're about to head inside when, just before he turns around the corner, Dacre gives you one last look, a smile coming to his lips when his eyes meet yours.

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thehouseoflamentation · 4 years

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Hello love! So I'm dying to request (if you are comfortable with this) some breeding kink h/c of the demon brothers during breeding season. How do they act towards m/c while they are in heat? Thank you, I love you and your writing is amazing!

*holds up anon* THIS ONE!!! I LIKE THIS ONE!!!!!! Anon u are a person after my own heart <3 Sorry this took longer than I originally planned and it’s a bit more like a scenario but I hope you enjoy this!! ^-^

Lucifer

He would lock himself up in his room and refuse to get anywhere near you. Your scent alone is enough to drive him into a frenzy so he is extra cautious during breeding season. At first you offer to help him but right now he wants nothing to do with you. Its for your own safety after all.

However your persistence eventually wears him down. One day as you stop by his room to bring him some food, you notice a small pill case and a note slipped from underneath the door. “Take these and come inside if you want to help me. Don’t complain if you won’t be able to walk when this is over.”

You took the contraceptives and stepped inside. The room was rather dark so you barely noticed when you had bumped into Lucifer until you saw is silhouette looming over you. Without a word he lifted you over his shoulder and brought you over to his bed. He had been holding himself back all this time so when he finally had you to himself to couldn’t wait a single second longer. He tore your clothes off eager to feel your skin against his.

Once he threw his clothes off the last bit of restraint he had went out the door. He entered you and immediately started thrusting trying to relieve the tension he had from being in heat. He would cum inside you over and over again only stopping momentarily to either change positions or switch to use your mouth. The next few days consisted only of eating, sleeping, and fucking; the last activity took up most of your time together.

When it was over you were covered in bruises and bitemarks, trophies from surviving your first breeding season with Lucifer. Feeling rather sticky from the copious amounts of cum he poured inside and outside of you he helped clean you up in the shower, leaving kisses over the marks he made. He let you take the next few days off feeling that you deserved it after being oh so helpful this breeding season.

Mammon

He was the Avatar of Greed. There’s no way he wouldn’t let himself indulge in what he wanted and that included you as well. While he initially planned on staying away from you until the breeding season was over he couldn’t bear it anymore. As a human you were unaware of the brother’s heat cycle so you had no idea that every one of your little gestures had been driving Mammon over the edge since day one of his heat.

Right now he needed you more than anything. He invited you to his room and quickly tried to explain what breeding season was, why he needed you, and why you needed to take your clothes off as fast as possible and help him, all while frantically trying to undress himself. In his rush you were able to get the gist of what he was saying and agreed to help him. If only you knew the full extent of what you signed up for.

Once you removed your last piece of clothing he threw you onto his bed. He wanted to enter you as fast as possible but he didn’t want to hurt you so he immediately started eating you out to get you wet and ready to take him all while stroking himself to relieve some tension.

When you were finally ready for him he started thrusting at full speed. You felt so tight around his cock he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in the ecstasy of it all, letting his hips crash into yours over and over again.

As he moved in and out of you he wrapped his arms around your torso. His entire body was hot to the touch but that didn’t stop him from clinging onto you, desperate to feel your body against his. His gentle nibbles turned into deep love bites as his instincts kicked in urging him to mark you as his own.

You couldn’t count the number of times he released inside of you. He rarely pulled out unwilling to let any of his seed go to waste so instead you took in all of him until you could feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs. It seemed like he had an infinite amount of stamina because when one round ended another immediately followed after. You were in for a very long breeding season.

When it was finally over your entire body was sore. Too exhausted to do much of anything, the two of you stayed in bed comforting each other until you had the energy to move again.

Leviathan

For whatever reason, the universe decided that Levi would start his heat cycle early that year. He was used to being a shut in but now this meant that he had to hole himself up in his room and stay away from you while the rest of his brothers got to be with you until their heat cycles started. The thought of his brothers being able to enjoy your scent, your touch, your everything all while he was forced to stay under lock down was unbearable. The only comfort he had was from the items he *ahem* borrowed from your room in preparation for his heat.

A few days had passed and you noticed that Levi had been coming out of his room way less than usual and that’s really saying something considering it was Levi. When his brothers explained that he had entered his heat cycle and would have to stay isolated until it was over, you became determined to help him.

It took a lot of comforting and reassurance to get him to remove the spell barrier he put on his door but once he did you finally saw the desperate state he was in. You could hear the faint sound of creaking and panting grow louder as you approached his bed. Levi was gripping one of your shirts, desperately trying to take in as much of your scent as he could all while stroking himself with his free hand. When he saw you by his bedside he didn’t waste a second pulling you down onto the bed with him. He buried his face in your hair and started grinding on you, the feeling of your soft warm thighs rubbing against his cock made his head spin.

He only stopped for a moment to remove the rest of your clothes then continued to rub himself against your entrance until his dick was coated in your arousal. He gave you one last look of concern to make sure you were alright and once you nodded in response, he let his lust and desire take over.

He wrapped his arms around your chest, pulling you in close and allowing no distance between your bodies as he thrusted into you. The sound of slapping mixed with moans echoed in the darkness of the room as your bodies clung tightly to each other.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and braced yourself for his first load. No matter how gentle he tried to be with you for the next few days, the small amount of restraint Levi had left wasn’t enough to stop him from cumming inside you over and over again until his was seed was leaking down your legs.

He refused to let you out of his embrace until his heat was over and when he did you no longer had the energy to move. When it was over Levi looked at the marks he left on your body. You were his first human mate and you managed to take him so well this breeding season. As he pulled you close one last time, resting his head on your chest, he wondered if you would his mate next year as well.

Satan

A week before his heat started he took it upon himself to warn you about breeding season. He knew how rough he could be when you normally had sex and he wasn’t about to let you come near him while he was wrecked with hormones. Even though you were willing to help, he wouldn’t allow it. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you, just the thought of it made his chest tighten. So instead, you devised a strategy to help him with his heat without directly coming into contact with him...or at least that was what the plan was supposed to be.

A few days before his cycle started, you gathered some of your clothes, some perfume you usually used, and a few suggestive photos of yourself to keep Satan occupied while he was in heat. Most importantly you turned your D.D.D (phone) on so he could call you if he needed anything. The first day went smoothly. He called you in the morning and again in the afternoon to let you know he was alright. His voice was calm, not a single indication of stress or tension in his voice. Your supply kit must have worked! The second and third day flew by without incident but on the fourth day, all hell broke loose.

Your clothes no longer had your scent, the perfume was all used up, and the pictures you gave him only made Satan crave your touch even more. In his desire for you he thought of one last resort. The only loophole to this situation was hidden in one of the dozens of spellbooks lying around his room and after spending the first three days of his heat searching for it, he finally found it. That night he called you after dinner asking you to come to the entrance of his room. You did as you were told but stood in shock as he gave you one last request. Enter the room.

The one fatal warning Satan had given you just days before and now he was telling you to ignore it. He assured you that you would be fine but doubt settled in your mind as you were unable to tell if that was really him or the sweet words of a demon overtaken by their own heat. Nonetheless you had faith in him and ultimately decided to step inside the room.

Once you entered the room you found him sprawled across his bed, his arms and legs outstretched and unmoving. He beckoned you to come closer and you did as you were told taking care not to step on any of the books and pages that were strewn on the floor. When you finally reached his bedside he explained his new plan.

He placed a spell on himself that would bind him for the next few hours making it impossible for him to move and impossible for him to hurt you. As much as he wanted to hold you close and dominate you in any way he pleased, this was the only plan he would think of to avoid hurting you all together.

That night you rode Satan for hours until the spell started to wear off. Everytime your legs started to get tired he used a hex to keep your energy, stamina, and libido going. You milked him again and again until his cum dripped down your thighs and stained the bedsheets underneath.

The spell wore off at sunrise so for your own safety you had to gather your clothes and limp out of the room before Satan could move again and potentially lose control. For the rest of the breeding season, whenever he needed you he would repeat the spell and give you a call. And each time without fail, you answered it.

Asmo

Asmo has always been a horny bastard every day of the year and being in heat only made him a hundred times worse. As soon as his cycle started his brothers barricaded him in his room to prevent him from causing trouble for anyone else while he was stuck in his most carnal state. Being in heat and having the power to charm anyone who looks your way was a very dangerous combination. If they didn’t take precautions there’s no telling what Asmodeus might do.

Being the Avatar of Lust and not being able to have sex during breeding season felt like torture for him. And not the good kind of torture. Sure he had plenty of toys and suggestive material to keep himself busy but it just never felt the same.

Having your dorm room share a wall with Asmo’s room wasn’t a great situation either. From day one you could hear him panting and moaning loud enough for the sounds to make it past the dense brick barrier that separated the two of you. One part of you was annoyed with him but another part of you felt pity for him as each groan and whimper sounded more desperate than the last.

His brothers warned you not to approach him in this condition but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t just ignore your boyfriend’s cries and it's not like you could sleep with him moaning loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear it. It was well past midnight when you made it to Asmodeus’s room and knocked gently on the door hoping for any kind of response. His panting stopped for a moment as you heard his footsteps draw closer to the entrance of room. You explained through the door that you were there to help him. Even though you knew it wasn’t the best idea to meet him during his heat you didn’t enjoy letting him suffer alone. Still even if he wanted to Asmodeus couldn’t open the door. Lucifer had placed a curse on it that won’t allow him or any other demon to go in or out. Luckily though you were not a demon which was very evident once you turned the handle on the door and let yourself in.

As soon as you closed the door Asmo cradled your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours. He had been isolated for the past few days so once he saw you he knew he wasn’t going to let a single second go to waste which was rather apparent once you looked down. You were definitely expecting him to be like this but you were not so prepared to find him stark naked the moment you walked in. You could feel your back press up against the door as Asmo slipped his hands beneath your shirt; massaging your chest and pinching your nipples before moving down to your stomach and towards your hips.

Normally, Asmo would tempt and tease you as if he had all the time in the world, but now all he wanted was to enter you and finally get the contact he’s been craving for this entire breeding season. You could sense his anticipation so you wasted no time in removing your clothes and giving just what he wanted. Once your underwear was off Asmo grabbed your thighs and lifted you up pressing your back further against the door as he thrusted into you. The wooden frame rattled every time Asmo rammed his hips into you, the noise only stopping when he finally released deep inside you.

For the next few days the constant sensation of Asmo’s cock throbbing and grinding into you was burned into your mind. Even without the effects of his charm your mind felt numb with pleasure as you reached orgasm after orgasm. You no longer remember how many times he came inside of you but you could feel the area near your stomach swell just a bit. By the end of it all, both of you had used up all your stamina unable to do anything besides cuddle and sleep until you regained your strength.

Beelzebub

Breeding season was always weird for Beelzebub. For once his hunger wasn’t solely focused on food but rather on something else that felt equally insatiable. He wasn’t too fond of being locked in his room for breeding season either. He knew he had to stay isolated to control himself for a bit but that also meant he couldn’t go out to eat and would have to wait until someone brought him food.

You felt pretty bad about his situation so you volunteered to bring him food whenever you could in addition to the meals that were prepared for him. For the first few days he seemed to be doing rather well but soon you noticed something was off. The bagel you slid under his door earlier that morning was still there left uneaten.

Knowing that Beel would usually never leave leftovers you decide to ask him if something is wrong but you’re met with silence, not even the sound of his stomach grumbling. You try to reach out to him one more time promising to help him in any way you can. It’s only then that you saw him peek his head around the door. He asked you one more time if you really wanted to help him only letting you into his room once you nodded in agreement.

Your little conversation in the doorway used up what little restraint Beelzebub had and now that you were alone with him he was going to take full advantage of your “help”. As he stared down at you it seemed that for once his lust outweighed his hunger as he tore off your clothes and carried you over to his bed. Once your back touched the bedsheets Beelzebub spread your legs apart leaving kisses and bites on your inner thigh before burying his tongue inside you. To him you weren’t just a snack, you were a full meal and he wasn’t gonna stop until he had his fill. As you squirmed, he pinned your hips onto the bed holding you still while he licked and sucked your clit to his heart’s content.

You were so wrapped in ecstasy you failed to notice that he stopped until you realized he was no longer between your legs and was now on top of you. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance and braced yourself as he thrust his full length into you and started pounding into your core.

Even though he usually held back since he knew how big he was compared to you, that detail was left as an afterthought due to all the tension from his heat. For the rest of the breeding season when Beel wasn’t eating, all his energy went to fucking you. Every time so much as a drop of his cum seeped out of you he went right back in to fill you up with another load. When his heat finally ended you were covered in cum and bitemarks, unable to move. Beels heat induced lust faded away but his hunger still remained. He made a mental note to bring back some of your favorite snacks for when you wake up in addition to all the aftercare he was going to give you.

Belphegor

Belphegor hated breeding season. His heat made him too horny to sleep and since he kept using all his energy to get himself off he always ended up tired. Usually there wasn’t much he could do aside from stay in his room and wait until his heat was over. Even with his soft bed and hoards of pillows Belphegor knew he was in for another uncomfortable season.

From what you heard from the others breeding season was typically a tough time for a demon, especially one without a partner to find comfort in. They warned you not to approach Belphegor until his heat was over since there was a chance he might lose control, however you found their advice rather hard to believe. Belphegor was always gentle with you and when he wasn’t he let you choose the pace you were comfortable with. A few days past and you forgot their warnings, letting yourself slip into Belphegor’s room eager to help him in any way possible.

His room was certainly dark but even so you could hear his soft moans emanating from his bed. You moved carefully towards the source of the sound ready to explain that you were there to help but before you had the chance to speak an arm shot out and pulled you into the heap of pillows that sat on top of the bed. You couldn’t see a thing, all you could sense was Belphegor’s hot breath against the skin of your neck as his whimpers grew more and more desperate. He moved closer to you, his lips brushed against the outside of your ear. “Please...help me…” was all you heard from him as he took your hand and moved it over his crotch, his hard length pulsed and twitched against your palm. He shuddered under your touch and moved his hips against your hand trying to get as much stimulation as he could.

When you freed your hand from his grip you could see distress start to form across his face until you moved on top of him. You took off your shirt first then moved his hands back onto your body to feel the softness of your stomach and chest while you slid your pants off. When you were finally undressed you positioned your entrance just above the head of his cock before moving your hips down to take in all of him. Belphegor’s hands were now on your thighs pushing you down as hard as he could while he thrust his hips up in sync with yours.

Even after he finally came he had no intention of stopping, his heat not allowing for a moment of rest. For the next few days you spent your time riding him until you had no energy left, leaving him to hump your legs while you rested for a few hours. When breeding season ended Belphegor could finally sleep peacefully with you by his side albeit you were sweaty and covered in cum but at the moment both of you were too exhausted to care.

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Hiiii Congratulations on 300 followers!!❤️✨ About Myself: I'm 5'4'', Tomboy, black hair with boycut (literally boy's cut/hairstyle), dark brown eyes. I play lots of sports (⚽🏀🏐🥊🥋🏸)and workout everyday! I'm currently studying highschool physics n math. I'm West-Asian🇮🇳 and can speak 2 languages (one being English) I love eating chocolates and sweets but I eat healthy food 9.9/10 of the times. I can play multiple instruments as well! Could you please pair me with one of the 1-A's boys?

Thank you for the congrats! :) You got it. Awe yeah, I’m excited for this one because I haven’t gotten the chance to officially write for Blasty Boi yet...but I want to. So. Bad. Thank you for providing me with this blessed opportunity. <3

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This gif cracks me up

-Total Power Couple. You dominate EVERYTHING together, yet at the same time, you challenge each other to be better and worker harder to get to where you want to be. Love Rivalry at it’s finest (he does really love you tho)! Working out together? Check. Practicing sports together? Check. Cooking healthy food together? Well...mostly check. Bakugou can be picky about his cooking and who he wants in the kitchen, but he’ll let you help out 99% of the time. To be fair, you feel the same way about your sports and actual games. You two practice them together and he does okay, but he doesn’t have the finesse that you have for sports just like you’re not a practiced cook like he is.

-You can play instruments, and Bakugou can play the drums. It’s perfect! The two of you could do some really nice duets together! If you don’t already know how to play the drums, he might be willing to teach you. Good luck teaching him how to play any other instruments, though...his temper has a short fuse and he gets frustrated very easily. It’s not going to be pretty.

-Sometimes Bakugou’s favorite thing to do in his down time is play the drums with you. Even if it’s a short song or something the two of you came up with on a whim, he finds it relaxing to give you a soft steady beat and listen while you play. Honestly, all his focus is on you. He’s practiced so he can keep up with the beat just fine, but he’s just watching you the whole time with soft red eyes. It’s the softest you’ll ever see him apart from the times he’s being affectionate.

-He’s gonna notice your love of chocolates and sweets almost right away. And do you know what that’s going to result in? Home baked sweets. They don’t look the prettiest...but they taste like heaven. He’ll take extra time with any chocolates he makes so that they look nicer, and you can definitely tell that he put the effort in. It does take him a few tries, but he gets it down within the first couple of batches, probably just in time for a special holiday or occasion. He wraps them up neatly with a little bow and everything, and then gives it to you as a surprise gift. So sweet! Figuratively, and literally lol.

-Bakugou would help you study if you needed, and does his best to keep you focused on yourself and your school work and hero studies. Although, you do pretty good at that already, so mostly he just helps where you need. He’s a really good tutor, so if you do ever get stuck on something, he could help to explain it to you and walk you through it. In exchange for his help, you return the favor by tutoring him in english studies if he ever needs it. The two of you make sure you keep the other motivated and both of you get the best grades you can.

Fall Drabble: Pumpkins

“I’m gonna kick your ass at this, Katsuki!”

“Not a chance in Hell, babe!”

Bakugou laughed menacingly at you as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other in anticipation for the event you signed up for. Since pumpkin season was coming to an end, the local farm in town had a surplus of pumpkins, and the teachers at UA thought it would be a good idea to hold a pumpkin smashing contest so that the students could work on their quirks and let off all the steam accumulated over the last semester. The remains would be cleaned up by the participants and donated to animal sanctuaries and rescues as a source of food as well, so there was a good cause behind it all. You and Bakugou had immediately jumped at the opportunity, both of you eager as ever to outshine each other and earn bragging rights against the other.

“Alright, listeners! On the count of three, you can start smashing! We’ve got plenty of pumpkins, so don’t hold back, okay?” Present Mic raised a hand in the air enthusiastically, his thumb and pointer finger sticking out as he started the count down. “One, two, three, let’s go, listeners! YEAH! START SMASHING!”

Pumpkin flew everywhere as the school’s training grounds turned into a war zone in mere seconds; the students’ screams and hollers easily drowned out Present Mic’s voice, all the pent up stress from school studies and work manifesting itself in violent acts against the poor orange squash. You wasted no time in joining in on the festivities, using your quirk to destroy multiple pumpkins at once. Beside you, your boyfriend stalked over the heaping pile of his own pumpkins and, in true Bakugou fashion, gave the gourds a pompous sneer as his quirk crackled to life at his palms, sweet smelling smoke starting to rise in the air.

“Sorry to break it to ya Y/N, but I’m gonna blow this competition away. There can only be one winner, and that’s gonna be me!” There was loud boom as Bakugou shot off a huge blast of his quirk. “AP Shot!”

Boy, you really wished the teachers had put a limit to how much the students were allowed to use their quirks. Not because his blast scared you or shook you, but because now you were behind by 20 whole pumpkins! Speaking of which...you weren’t sure there was much to clean up after that blast, if you were being honest. It looked like he had completely obliterated them all to tiny bits and pieces, unsuitable for even the smallest of animals.

“Oh ho ho! Somebody get this kid more pumpkins!” Present Mic announced, and only then did you realize he had destroyed them all in one go.

“How you like that, hah!?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed as he laughed, the competitive smirk on his face taunting you.

Oh hell no. You were NOT about to let Katsuki just one up you like that.

“Alright, Bakubitch, it’s on!”

A growl escaped your throat as you powered your quirk up to it’s highest capacity and gave him a challenging smile, your gaze flitting to him out of the corner of your eye momentarily. He seemed too fired up for his own good, though you were happy to see him let go a little bit after the grueling work you both had put into the current semester of school. Sports could only do so much in relieving frustrations and worries; this was a much needed vent for the both of you.

Focusing your attention back to your own area, you hit your targets harder, faster, with more effort and determination than you thought possible. After a while you fell into a rhythm, and time seem to just pass by as you let yourself go, smashing all the remaining pumpkins you had. One of the teachers wheeled more over to you in a wheelbarrow, dumping them unceremoniously on the ground. But before they even rolled to a halt, you had destroyed all of those too, and the board above you that was keeping track of your score continuously began to rise in numbers without stopping. Over and over again you demolished them, not stopping a single time during the competition. The only thing left on your mind was beating Katsuki at his own game, absolutely wrecking him and then rubbing it in his face.

Suddenly there was a loud buzzer ringing out. “Alright, listeners! That’s a wrap! Please remain in your designated areas while the score boards come a stop!”

You huffed, desperately trying to catch your breath after exerting yourself to your utmost limits. You’d really gone all out. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt his alive, sweat pouring off of your brow as your heart pounded in your chest. “Holy shit...” you muttered as you leaned over, your hands resting against your knees for support.

“You good?” Katsuki slunk over to you and inspected your form, his warm palm caressing your cheek as he helped support you with his other arm. “Been a while since I’ve seen you that worked up...damn.”

You tried to give him a reply, but it came out breathy and quiet, and you ended up just shaking your head yes to let him know nothing was wrong. He slung your arm over his shoulder to help keep you up, and the two of you looked at your respective messes with amusement. There really was pumpkin bits everywhere. The walls, the street, the grass, it was an utter mess. Cleaning this up was really going to suck, but you reminded yourself once more that this was for charity and animals, and that you could deal with a little bit of scrubbing and sweeping if it meant helping cute little porcupines and squirrels.

“Seems we have our winners!” Present Mic’s voice interrupted your train of thought as he spoke, and you leaned most of your weight back onto your own two feet but left your arm over your boyfriend’s shoulders as you listened. “Who would have guessed it!? It’s a tie for first place between Bakugou and Y/N!”

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

The two of your cursed in sync together, your brows furrowing and Katski’s lips turning down in a frown. But as soon as it came, the frustration was gone all the same, and you gave a soft sigh before smiling up at him.

“Nice job, Y/N.” It was a plain complement, but that was how Bakugou worked. You had noticed that when you first started dating. He was more willing to say things with his actions than his words. Although, you knew him well enough by now to catch the soft tone in his voice.

“Thanks. Guess we’ll just have to have a rematch sometime, huh?”

Bakugou snickered at your comment. “You idiot, how are we supposed to have a rematch at smashing pumpkins? You’re just a sore loser.”

“Loser? I believe I’m tied with you if I heard correct!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Y/N.”

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hello it's me again! i mean i kinda wanna see jihan finally end up together in the snowboarding au! i know you may have a lot of requests right now but i'd love to see this! thank you~ ♡ (i'm a diehard jihan shipper aaaa)

A/n: aaaa you’re so sweet haha I don’t actually have that many requests but thank you for sending this in!! 💜 I love that you’re such a fan of my snowboarding AU hehehe 💜💜 Also I’m so thankful that you’ve been so patient with me omg I haven’t written in so long I had to go read my own post to remember my plot smh but tonight, at 1:58am, I. WILL. FINISH. THIS.

Update: it’s 5am and I still havent’t finished it RIP.

5:10am: FINALLY DONE YAAAAASSSS

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Jisoo wakes up in the morning just before his alarm, sighing as he sees the snow falling gently outside

Yesterday’s lesson had gone considerably better, although Jisoo still ended up crashing into multiple piles of snow, netting and well… Jeonghan (yes, again)

It wasn’t his fault, okay?! The girls wanted to go on a ski lift on their own, so Jisoo and Jeonghan were seated behind, together. Eunwoo had struggled a little getting off the lift, shrieking with glee as she whooshed gracefully round the corner

Jisoo on the other hand, panicked. He got off the lift and focused so hard on not crashing, he didn’t realize that he’d cornered Jeonghan into the padded pillar that supported the ski lift

Jeonghan hits the pillar with a muted thud, and Jisoo turns around in another bout of panic, because oh my gOD i juST senT JeongHAn INTO A PILLAR –

He’d obviously crashed right after that, nearly (actually) faceplanting at the feet of his cackling daughters, who made absolutely no move to help him up.

Despite the incident, Jeonghan had invited him and his daughters for dinner, treating them to some of the freshest grilled trout Jisoo had ever eaten

Jisoo sighs. He doesn’t want to go home. He wants to stay here, cuddled up with his daughters and his new (hopefully mutual) love interest

But he’s also really thankful it’s the last day of their little ski getaway. As much as it makes his girls happy, and as much as he enjoys spending time with Jeonghan, he’s too old to be bad at something like snowboarding

(He’s not really that old he’s just exhausted and embarrassed of all the bruises and teasing he’s gotten in the last three days)

The girls wake up excitedly, but it quickly turns sour when they realize it’s their last day on the slopes. Jisoo wants them to enjoy it, but it’s hard when they’re both throwing a tantrum about not getting to go back out again tomorrow

Jeonghan, on the other hand, would rather cancel their last snowboarding lesson in favour of just spending the day with Jisoo and his beautiful girls. He wants to be a part of their little family dynamic

It’s an odd feeling. He’s had boyfriends (and girlfriends) before, but he’s never fallen this hard, this fast. It’s… well, terrifying. He’s afraid that his infatuation with Jisoo is just that, and he really doesn’t want it to be

It’s ten minutes from the start of their lesson when they hear a deafening CRACK! and everyone jumps, some shouting in surprise

Jisoo immediately fears the worst, frowning when the girls point excitedly at how the snow is making swirlies in the sky

He has a hunch that the girls are about to be even more upset than they were this morning (regular snowfall does not make any kind of swirlies in the sky)

True enough, he spots Jeonghan walking towards them, looking unusually serious. The girls are oblivious, faces pressed to the window as they watch the snowstorm create patterns they’ve never seen.

“I’m so sorry Jisoo,” Jeonghan murmurs quietly, glancing forlornly at the twins. “The snowstorm is wrecking havoc outside,” he whispers

Jisoo’s heart sinks into his stomach

They both silently watch the girls marvel at the gradually worsening storm, until all they can see is a sheet white

Nayoung’s the first one to realize something’s wrong, tugging at Jeonghan’s pants quietly. “Ssaem, is it dangerous to go outside?” she asks, bottom lip quivering as the possibility (reality) sets in

Jeonghan takes a deep breath, lifting Nayoung into his lap for a cuddle. Jisoo sits Eunwoo in his lap, and tries to comfort her as they break the news as gently as they can

The girls are inconsolable, and Jisoo feels worse than when that woman walked out of his life

He hates seeing his princesses upset, and hates even more that there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it

Jeonghan, as of late it seems, wipes away the girls’ tears and smiles gently – Angelically, Jisoo thinks, suppressing a fond sigh when his daughters’ wailing is almost immediately reduced to sniffles

“Don’t be too upset, it means you get one extra lesson with ssaem for free!” he beams at the girls, and they blink up at him, confused

Jisoo laughs, resting his hand over Jeonghan’s, warmth bubbling when he curls his fingers around Jisoo’s own

“What Jeonghan is trying to say is, because we can’t snowboard today, it means we can come back another weekend,” he explains, and the twin gasps almost make the awful snowstorm outside worth it

“You can come every weekend if you want,” Jeonghan grins cheekily, and Jisoo glares playfully at the blonde instructor

“Only if you’re willing to take time off to spend with us,” he answers sweetly, too-sweet grin gracing his handsome features, and Jeonghan snorts so hard he nearly chokes

“Anything for you and these princesses,” he agrees, ruffling both girls’ hair, grinning wider when they look at him adoringly

“Besides, now that snowboarding’s out, how bout we play some games? I saw some board games in your room last night,” Jeonghan singongs

(in that moment, Jisoo knew he was royally fucked. It’s impossible to love someone in only three days… right????)

Jisoo’s pretty much yanked out of his seat as the girls haul ass back to their room, chattering excitedly about beating Hannie samchon (when the hell did he go from ssaem to samchon?!) in Monopoly and UNO

(Jeonghan does lose consistently, but only because he can’t find it in him to win after everything that’s happened)

The girls are tired out by four, curled up in bed with each other, and both men slump onto the sofa, breathing a sigh of relief

“You’re so good with them,” Jisoo murmurs, curling up into Jeonghan’s side. It’s warm, and Jeonghan’s comfortable, and Jisoo’s almost ready for his own little nap

Jeonghan laughs quietly, pressing a fond kiss to Jisoo’s hair. “Only because you raised them well,” he hums. “By the way, you should come stay with me when you come up from Seoul, it’ll save you some money too.”

Jeonghan’s hoping, praying it doesn’t come off as being too forward. The last thing he wants is to scare the single father away. Jisoo grins, leaning up to kiss Jeonghan softly

“I’d love that,” he whispers, and Jeonghan kisses Jisoo again, just cos he can

The rest of winter goes like that, with Jisoo driving up to the ski resort and spending the weekend with Jeonghan

The girls are ecstatic to play in the soft, fluffy snow every weekend, even sneaking in some lessons on the slopes

(On those days, Jisoo sits safely in a café, away from the bruises and accidents, sipping his coffee and reading a book)

Jeonghan finishes his season early for the first time since he started working, much to the surprise of everyone literally no one at the ski resort

It was the girls’ last weekend at the resort before school started, and Jeonghan wanted to spend more… private time with Jisoo

They had spent the day making snowangels with the girls, which somehow evolved into an intense snowball fight

After exhausting themselves throwing balls of frozen water at each other, and some much needed hot showers, they’re seated around the table with hot chocolates and fried chicken on the table

It’s peaceful, and Jisoo couldn’t be more content. Jeonghan just fit with their little family, and the thought fills him with a happiness he never thought he’d find again …

“Hey, hannie, wanna come with us to see the cherry blossoms?”

“Fuck yes”

“SAMCHON SAID A BAD WORD!!!”

“DADDY!!!!! SAMCHON SAID THE WORD!!”

“JEONGHAN!!! LANGUAGE!!”

… somewhat peaceful, at least

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