#𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

[rapellaz]

𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 ❣️👀 💕🌵2022 WOMEN'S SKIRT SHORTS HIGH WAIST A-LINE STUDENT PLAID PLEATED SKIRTS FOR WOMEN CLOTHES DANCE MINI GIRLS SKIRTS KAWAII FALDAS🌼🌹✨ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 🎟️💖 75 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 😍🌻 #𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 #𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 #𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 #𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 #𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 #𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 #𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 #𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 #𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 #𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 #𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢 #𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐬 #𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/CebYdxlBFYt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 #𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 #𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 #𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 #𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 #𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 #𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 #𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 #𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 #𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 #𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 #𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢 #𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐬 #𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 #2022

[maomao9jinshi]

𝐌𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 🌸🌺🫶🏻

via” The Apothecary Diaries”

#𝐌𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 🌸🌺🫶🏻 #via” The Apothecary Diaries” #kusuriyanohitorigoto #theapothecarydiaries #jinshi #love #jinmao #anime #maomao and jinshi #maomao #Maomao #knh maomao #knh jinshi #kusuriya anime

[funbonded]

Stupid names Funfred calls any member of the Afton family to piss them off:

Jaffacake

Beans on toast

Jammy Dodger

Fish and Chips

Crumpet

Tea and biscuits

Fruitcake

Cherry Bakewell

Mr. Kipling

#[ ⋆ ] 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 ! 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟! / 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . #⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

[ravynous]

゛☆﹕LOOKING FOR ATTENTION﹒ ♫

ALBUM TITLE : looking for attention。

DESCRIPTION : a series of short multi—fandom drabbles based on different k—pop girl group songs。

SONG DURATION : april 24, 2023 — ?

LIST OF TRACKS : 

attention by newjeans ( leona kingscholar — twisted wonderland )

heart attack by loona — chuu ( kalim al-asim — twisted wonderland )

tba.

#✦ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞「navigation」 #✦ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤—𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥「masterlist」

[feathercall]

(reaches out and swipes a claw at your leg as you walk past)

#aggro radius. #🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[immortal666]

༒𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲༒

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒,𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤.𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦,𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠.𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠, 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙.𝐼𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒,𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜.𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤,𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙

#𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

[tophatz]

⤷ @starsweepers | | DISCUSSED STARTER ❐ .* - - - ✰

Ryan's feeling fly today and he's almost CERTAIN it's got something to do with the FEDORAS he just stumbled upon. People can say what they want about the pretentiousness they denote upon a person's head, he still loves the feel and look of them adorning his blondness. Somehow, they always manage to compliment him.

Right now, he's torn apart between two. This month he's decided to cut down on his spendings shopping-wise, so he'll only allow himself one. TO PINK OR NOT TO PINK, however, truly is the question; one he cannot answer for himself, it seems. Had Sharpay been here he'd have asked her but he supposes a random stranger might do the trick for now.

" Hey, you. Guy in the bland shirt. " he taps a fellow he RECKONS is around the same age as him on the shoulder. " Be honest. Is this more my vibe, " he puts the pink fedora on, tilting his head up to SHOW IT OFF, " or should I toss it and go for this one? " he asks, switching it out for a purple checkered one.

#(( Leave it up to an Evans to ask a random stranger what he thinks of the fedoras on him )) #(( lmk if i should change anything! )) #♬ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 * 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 ♬♭Ryan Evans ‘ ic . #♬ * . Ryan & Gray ♭ #starsweepers #✮ ᴡᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. . . ✮—✒ queue↲

[lassohub]

In love with this picrew, bc LOOK AT HIM.

stolen from: @demone-volpe-arch tagging: whoever wants to try. lemme see your kids!

#.𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲? (visage)

[muscdeverao]

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━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Interactions ⋮ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Closed interactions ⋮ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ POV ⋮ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Extras ⋮ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Musings ⋮ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Task ⋮ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Visage ⋮ 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Interactions ⋮ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Closed interactions ⋮ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ POV ⋮ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Extras ⋮ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Musings ⋮ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Task ⋮ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ Visage ⋮ 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 #tags

[confessioncassette]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 ��𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 ��𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 - 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚)

“Another cosmo, please."

It's late.

Soft music plays through the lobby as Husk quietly makes your second drink of the night. It was a long day, but it's the weekend. A drink after a hectic day never hurt anybody, right? Husk tried to get you to talk, but you just didn't want to. No offense to him- you just weren't in the mood. And he understood, he always does.

Movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. The radio demon, quiet as ever, props his elbow over the counter. His red eyes scan over your body as Husk hands you your next drink.

"A whiskey, neat, if you don't mind."

Alcohol buzzes warmly down your throat as you take a sip. Your eyes watch Husk as he pours Alastor his drink and slides it across the bar to him.

"Tough day, my dear? I don't think I've seen you so gloomy." He slides over the bar stool to sit.

You shrug, "I don't really want to talk about it, Al."

He hums and takes a swig of his drink. He doesn't pester. He doesn't fill in the gaps of silence. He listens to the music with you on the opposite side of the bar. Husk is quiet too, polishing glasses as he nurses a drink.

You scroll through your phone to pass the time. The alcohol warms your body, giving you a relaxing buzz.

You're tired. Your body's heavy from the emotional weight of today. Everyone at the hotel now has become accustomed to each other, all knowing the limits of others' emotions. They're always there to talk, sure, but one look at your sunken face and tired eyes gives them a signal to leave you be in the silence.

But it's comforting, in a way. 

Everyone besides Husk, Alastor and yourself have taken themselves to bed a while ago.

"You're not asleep, Al?" You ask. Husk, you already know, is usually up this late anyways. But you've never seen Alastor hang around more than needed, especially this late. But come to think about it, you're not usually up having a drink at the bar in the early hours of the morning either.

"I don't sleep much, my dear." He finishes his last sip of whiskey then Husk tops it off.

Oh.

A familiar song begins to play over the radio. The beautiful acoustic guitar prickles your senses. You hum along softly, tapping your finger onto the glass stem of your drink.

Alastor takes a swift drink before he's by your side.

"May I have this dance, sweetheart?" He extends his hand, waiting patiently. A sincere grin is painted across his face, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

You blink at him.

He shrugs, "I do admit this is after my time, but it's a good one regardless."

"I'm... not very good..." You frown and before you avert your gaze to the floor, Alastor's hand is gentle as he swipes your jaw and lifts your chin up to him.

"Nonsense, just follow my lead sweetheart."

Taking his hand, he guides you to the middle of the lobby. With a snap of his fingers, the volume is increased. The song is in surround sound, thumping through your body.

"May I?" His hands hover over your body, waiting for your confirmation to touch you.

You nod.

"Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more..."

One hand slides down to the small of your back and presses you into his body. The other hand curls around yours, and you take notice of how much smaller you are compared to him.

Being so close to him, you inhale his scent. He’s so close to you. You note: A simple bar of soap, the whiskey he just drank and a musky cologne that contains nodes of grassy lemon and licorice.

You follow his lead. His first steps guide you backwards, then to the side, forward and over again. His movements are gentle and to the rhythm. You do your best to follow. Your face tightens as you try to focus.

You stumble over his foot but he's quick to hold you upright. You mumble.

"Relax, my dear. Here," the hand resting on the small of your back glides over your waist. You look down between your bodies to watch his footwork. With every step, he guides your waist in the direction he leads you.

"A natural," he coos, "now look at me." His knuckles push your chin up. His gaze is fixated within yours.

"When you dance you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me..."

"Posture," he murmurs, his hand gliding back up to press his fingers between your shoulder blades, and you lengthen your spine. "Good girl."

"Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you..."

You become fluid to the rhythm. The trumpet sings a melody that bleeds through your bones. Alastors hips begin to sway and roll against yours. The two of you glide across the floor as one beautiful movement. As the music crescendos, you lose yourself within it. The nervousness you felt before dissolves off your shoulders and you feel like you can breathe.

“I can hear the sound of violins…”

Alastors scent swirls all around you. His cologne is sweet. His red eyes are an intensity that never leave your face, but it doesn't bother you. He holds the weight you drop into him with every sway, like he's caressing your body, telling it that he can handle you- that it's okay to dance your heart out. 

Your head rolls slowly as you sway your hips, exposing your neck to him. The hand holding yours squeezes slightly.

"My, my, a natural indeed." 

Alastor pushes you away so you spin your body halfway. Your back presses against his abdomen, your waist against his groin, as his hands slowly slide over your waist. The ghost of his breath tickles your neck as his nose skims the side of your face. Grabbing your arm, he twists you back to face him. 

Your arms fly up to his shoulders and his palms grip your ribs, guiding you into a few turns across the lobby. 

Alastor takes a moment to look you over. 

“Sway me now…”

Beautiful music rolls in waves as the instrumental takes over. The guitar solo now leading your footsteps. 

Your feet cross over each other in place, your hips dipping with each step. Alastors grip over the sides of your ribs flex, claws gently digging into the fabric of your clothing. 

“Absolutely stunning,” he whispers, watching the way you take over with the music. 

It becomes a demon's tango. The strength he has, holding your body upright gives you confidence. You’re quick to take Alastor’s hands into your own and glide across the floor. Your movements slow and agonizing to him. Your head leans back as his meets yours, your noses almost touching. 

You spin a few times in place, as his hands shelter your hips. He stops you, once again your back turned to his body. His hands slide ever so slowly up your waist and to your neck, carefully tilting your head to expose your neck. 

Sharp teeth threaten to break skin, but they don't. His teeth are gentle as they nibble your neck, his tongue swiping out to taste your sweat. 

“Delicious,” He whispers in your ear. 

You respond with a roll of your hips, lowering your body down a bit to roll against his leg. 

He growls as if irritated and spins you back to face him. Your face is inches away from his. You nuzzle your nose into him. 

You both sway your hips to the beat of the music and it’s a stare down. His eyes glow as he takes your face in, as you stare back.. 

“Behave, darling…” He says slowly, the static in his voice slightly amplified.

You inch your face closer to his, and temptation paints his face.

Without another moment, his lips crash into yours.

“Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you…”

He kisses you deeply, his tongue swiping at your top lip. His hands grope your belly, kneading at every piece of skin he lays his palms on. He pulls away in one swift maneuver to reset- a hand at the small of your back and a hand curled around yours. 

Alastor guides you across the floor again, guiding you forward, backwards and to the side. The look on his face is one of a predator. His eyes narrow down at you, the sweat that beads at your forehead, making your hair stick so deliciously to your skin. 

“Long before, it begins…”

The way your legs move with ease, the way you trust him to keep you balanced and the way your hips press into his groin- Your slow movements are so sensual it’s beginning to drive him mad. 

You look up at him through your lashes, following everything he does.

“Ready, sweet girl?” 

In a quick movement, Alastor lifts you up as he spins. Your legs hug along his thighs as he twirls you. His eyes never leave yours until he slows down enough for you to catch yourself and continue spinning on your toes. 

“Sway me now..”

In one final motion, Alastors arms are wrapped around your body in an instant. You dip your body, exposing your neck and arching your back into his grip. Alastor follows your body down, his face close to yours. His smile grows as he takes you in. You look like a beautiful mess as your chest heaves. 

So delicious for him.

His teeth bite down at your shoulder before his tongue licks up your neck. 

“Looks like I finally found someone who could keep up with me on the dance floor,” the grip around your body tightens, “What a pleasure, my darling.” 

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor

[funbonded]

Funfred literally has a hyperfixation for death and torture methods he'll go off on a tangent . He's got so many thoughts about death and torture don't get him started

#[ ⋆ ] 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 ! 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟! / 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . #⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . #it's not even a headcannon its just fact

[ravynous]

✧ Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Legend: ★ ー personal favorite , ♥︎ ー fluff , ⚠︎ ー nsfw , ✿ ー platonic , ☄︎ ー alternate universe (AU) , ☼ ー crossover , ◎ ー character x character

kaeya alberich!yuu ー riddle, deuce, ace (headcanons) ♥︎ ☄︎ ★

noelle!yuu ー riddle, deuce (headcanons) ♥︎ ☄︎ ★

amusement park and rollercoasters (drabble) ♥︎

kanao tsuyuri!yuu ー riddle (headcanons) ✿ ☄︎

tartaglia!yuu ー leona, ruggie, jack (headcanons) ♥︎ ☄︎ ★

eula!yuu ー leona (headcanons) ♥︎ ☄︎ ★

attention ー leona (drabble) ♥︎

kanao tsuyuri!yuu ー kalim (headcanons) ✿ ☄︎

#✦ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞「navigation」 #✦ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤—𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥「masterlist」

[feathercall]

@iceflowers​ said:

Leng Yun, carrying an umbrella, thoughtfully nods. "They may try to guide it, but forcing it to bend to their will will only end in disaster. There  is no fury like mother nature's."

     Xayah nods, but with a tired laugh.

     ❝ yeah. try telling that to any human, though. ❞ She replies, pulling her hood down and her hair out, so she can better feel the rain, ❝ men don’t walk with storms, and humans always wanna destroy anything they can’t find a way to fit into the palm of their hand. it’s their nature. like the scorpion from that old fable. ❞

#🟄 * ⁎ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. » rp.

[superhoeva]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 – 𝐜. 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, +𝟏𝟖) | an oldie but a goodie. the song is nothing can change this love by sam cooke. warnings include language, carmen being scared of good things, bodily fluid (mentioned), subby!carmen, soft fdom!reader, edging, and blowjob(s), handjob(s). pretty please reblog with a thought if you liked! <3 (wc - 3.3k)

The request has his brain short-circuiting because what?

“I said dance with me, Carmen.”

The look on his face–eyes blown wide and wild, expression something close to startled–tugs your mouth into a grin.

“Dance?” His face pinches as he repeats the word that feels foreign falling off his tongue. He doesn’t dance. He’s never danced. “I don’t dance. I’ve never danced.”

You can only grin wider. Gosh, he’s cute. The way his curls fall into his face, the steam that previously soared off the pan of chicken that now sits in the oven you can thank for that. Carmen’s eyes–no. His electric, striking, bewitching orbs of Nordic stare into the depths of your very soul as you slink from your spot against the counter and ease over to him. They’re full of fascination and a little hesitancy, but he doesn’t flinch when you reach for his hands.

He glances down at the way your skin heats his. When he raises his gaze, you’re even closer. His tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, and he quietly repeats, “I-I don’t dance, sweet thing. And the chicken, the foods in the oven, I gotta make sure it doesn’t–”

A gentle squeeze of his hard shoulder quiets him. He blows out a sigh.

“You just put it in, Bear,” you remind him, and he sighs again. “Please just indulge me for a little bit? Thirty seconds tops.”

Carmen sniffs, thinking. You take the second to start the song you’d queued up. The soft entrance of a slow, swinging piano and bass and guitar through a nearby speaker startles Carmy back into reality. His chest rises with a tight breath at the voice that fills the room, and his entire body stiffens when you politely guide him closer to you.

He focuses intently on the way your palms slide up his arms. You stop at his biceps and rub your thumbs in a calming motion.

“It’s just, I’ve never,” he tries, hands squeezing into tight fists, completely unsure. “Never done this before.”

You nod because you want him to know that you hear him.

“I know, Carm.” You keep nodding, grasp slipping to grab his stiff arms and pull them down. They take on a mind of their own, automatically settling onto your hips. “But all you have to do is sway, okay? Just sway for thirty seconds. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

So that’s what he does. And he’s as tense as you’ve ever felt or seen him. But he indulges you. And sways for much longer than thirty seconds.

Carmy doesn’t even notice when his eyes close, forehead tilting to press into yours. His grip becomes a little more sure and the time that passes seems to seep all the rigidity of his body right out.

By the chorus of the song, the two of you are moving in an effortless sync. He’s nearly wrapped all the way around you now, body pressed against yours as the weight of him sinks against you. It isn’t until the guitar solo that he pries open his eyes, face warming when he realizes you’re already looking back.

“I like this song,” he finally mumbles, voice small. “What is it?”

“Nothing Can Change This Love,” you whisper back. “Sam Cooke. One off his ninth album, I think.”

Carmen hms with a little nod. “Sam Cooke.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Carmen’s face lights up with a closed-mouth smile. You match him, body shaking with the huffing laugh that leaves you. When the song ends, neither of you has the strength to pull away. You stand with your arms around his neck. Only now registering that, despite the absence of any music, you’re still swaying. With Carmen leading.

“...Can, uh, can we keep dancin’? Just for a little longer?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze when he asks, eyes tilted downwards. Tightening your arms, you reach and press a long, sweet kiss on his jawline. His eyes threaten to flutter shut at the feeling. 

“‘Course, Bear. What song?” You mumble against Carmen’s skin. He doesn’t answer right away, instead taking a finger under your chin and directing your mouth to his. Pausing in his dancing, the man kisses you deep, needy. He only pulls away when his lungs force him to, but only enough to shake his head.

“No song. Just you.” 

The words pull forth a smile with your nod. Carmen, eyes dancing across every inch of your face, returns the smile shyly.

This time when you dance–to the muted sounds of a busy evening that pour in through a closed kitchen window, the low-frequency hum sung by the building's electrical system, and the breathing of two intertwined souls falling deeper in love–Carmen holds you even closer. Tighter, with his eyes closed once more and chin sitting atop the skin of your shoulder. You smell like him and you, a perfect mix of something familiar and something newer that makes him feel like he’s floating.

In the past, good things have always scared Carmen. They still do, as they always come along with uncertainty. Happiness, joy, enjoyment, good things never fail to backfire and leave him to deal with the unfavorable repercussions. Stuck in a place where he is forced to face the fact that he shouldn’t have good things. That he can’t have good things.

Yet, as he stands here, you in his arms and him in yours, the tranquil air of the room lowers his guard. The pleasant, happy feeling in his everywhere allows him to enjoy this. Enjoy you. Enjoy the safety you bring without any dreadful feelings trailing behind it. He’s sure they’ll come sometime later, but he doesn’t think about that now because he doesn’t need to. You’ve got him.

It’s later after a hearty dinner of chicken with vegetables and half an hour of you watching some rerun on the television while Carmen watches you, that he has enough courage gathered to bring up something that’s been on his mind.

“You, uh…” he begins, finger rubbing aimless circles into your thigh while he’s slumped against you, “you remember when we talked about that thing?”

Puffs of air pepper gently from your nose as you process the words. You turn your head to Carmen.

“What thing, baby?”

Carmen swallows, clearing his throat. He raises off you but doesn’t meet your gaze. His eyes stay trained on his hand where he squeezes your leg to steady himself.

“Uh. That thing we talked about last week? With the, uh, the stuff.”

Carmen bites his lip at your growing smile and pinched eyebrows. He even has to hold back a laugh himself because the way he’s trying to say this sounds so stupid.

“Sorry, the stuff. The… sex… stuff.”

His voice trails off into nothing as he finishes the sentence, neck reddening when he pushes out the words. He holds on bated breath when you shuffle and think.

“Oh,” you let out, voice light. Carmen finally regains the ability to breathe. “You mean the whole edging thing I asked you about?”

Carmy is nodding before you can even finish the sentence. “Yeah. Yeah, that… is-is tha–is that something you’d still be, uh, up for, I guess?”

You draw in a long exhale, eyes cemented on a fidgeting Carmen. After what feels longer than the seven seconds that pass, you give him a gentle nod.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reassure him. “Can I ask you, though, why bring this up now, Bear? Not that I’m mad or grossed out or anything because I was the one that brought it up the first time. But what made you start thinking about it again?”

Carmen sighs and runs his fingers through his curls. He scratches the top of his head, pursing his lips before he speaks.

“When we, uh, we danced earlier? Before dinner? That was new, I’ve never really done something like that before, but it was nice. I really liked it, doing something new with you like that.”

As he continues, Carm’s voice becomes a little less wobbly.  He sits up a little straighter and actually looks you in the eye.

“And it’s just, I-I feel good. I feel really good right now with you. I always feel good with you, and I think that, uh, I think that it–the sex thing–would be something I enjoy. With you. Because of how… how good you make me feel.”

A beat passes. Carmen scrunches his face. “Did that make sense?”

“Yeah, Carm. That makes perfect sense,” you smile, your hand reaching over to take his. His thumb strokes across the skin of your palm as he stares at you with an amount of love that has you shuddering. You pull your voice down to a whisper. “Thank you for telling me that.”

Carmen moves and pulls you closer. With an arm around your shoulder and lips pushing against your cheek, he whispers back, “Thank you for dancing with me. And for making me feel safe.”

“Love you, Bear.”

Carmen gifts you another kiss.

“Love you more, sweet girl.”

The sheets are soaked–with sweat or lube or something. Carmen is too far gone to know what, but he can feel them sticking to his back as he arches for a third time in the past minute. His hands–the ones he promises to keep lowered against the bed–are fisted tightly at his sides.

“Fuck,” Carmen drawls out, quivering and shaking because he’s so, so close. Teetering on a glorious, head-spinning edge, and has been for the past thirty minutes. “Fuck, sweet girl.”

You smile at the whimper that leaves Carmen’s throat. One of your hands is snug around the base of his cock, the other up near his sensitive head. His hips jerk violently when you run the pad of your thumb over and across his frenulum.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close,” Carmen rushes out, head back and eyes shut completely. “Shit, I’m close.”

You slow your movement, soon coming to a complete stop. Giving his shaft one last squeeze, you pull your hands away and move them to rub his clenching things. You lower yourself even further and rest your chin against his hot skin, pressing light kisses onto his sack.

“Color?”

Carmen can’t answer. Your mouth is so close to him that he can feel the air fan against his cock and it jumps at the sensation. Even with his eyes closed, he blinks and fucking barely remembers to swallow the spit collecting in his mouth. When he tries to respond, his own gasp cuts him off.

“Can’t keep going until I have a color, my love–”

“Green. Fucking green,” Carmen tells you. “And sorry. Sorry, didn’t mean to cut you off, just-just please. Please keep going. Please.”

On his last please, he lifts his head to peek down at you. You’ve got such a pretty smile and your hands are still on his thighs and jeez, he feels so good. You make him feel so good, it burns.

All of the fluids mixing on Carmen’s skin has made him slick. You run your hands up and up and up until they reach his shining sack. Your thumb and pointer finger reach to form a make-shift cock-ring, and Carmen’s stomach rises with a large inhale.

Carmen’s eyes roll back lazily in his head, mouth falling open when your palm presses back against his cock. A choked groan pours from him as you start to stroke.

You make sure to move your hand as slowly as possible, and his body ends up rising and following you when you tug upwards. You repeat the motion again. And again. And again, each time a tiny groan leaves Carmen.

Your grip is gentle as you stroke Carmen and you find yourself unable to look away from the sight in front of you. He’s writhing, muscles tense and clenching, and wants so badly to fuck up into your hands. But he doesn’t and won’t. Not until you say he can.

“Oh, my God,” Carmen whispers, “feels so good. Can’t even talk.”

“Don’t have to talk, baby,” you promise him, hand speeding ever so slightly, and Carmen nearly lets out a sob. “Just breathe for me, okay?”

Carmen forgets to nod and then forgets his name when your grip moves upwards, secured tightly around his pulsing head. You stroke, harder and faster, Carmen’s breaths turning into pants. You move deliberately, making sure the skin of your fingers doesn’t leave the top of his cock.

By this point, he’s leaking out large beads of pre-come and something in you can no longer resist.

The ah Carmen releases is loud and it startles him. He loses the fight against his hips and they surge forward when you swipe your tongue directly over the opening in his tip. He lets out another noise, something long and whining, when you envelop his entire head.

“Close,” is all he can spit out. You leave him with one last circle of your tongue before pulling off, and he whines again. Your hands still, allowing him the time he needs. After a few moments, he gives you a short nod to continue.

“Good boy.”

The words set Carmen aflame. They’re small and quiet but echo in his head like thunder. It thrusts him to the brink of his long-awaited orgasm, your resumption of kneading of his cock only pulling him closer.

“I need to cum, sweet girl. Fuck me, I need’ta come. Can I come, please?”

Your pussy, soaking and also leaking onto the sheet beneath you, clenches around nothing at the request. As you answer, you bend and glide your tongue across him once more.

“Not yet, my love.”

Carmen moans but obeys and it’s so hard. He’s so hard and your stroking and licking and moaning against him. Looking at him with those eyes that he loves to get lost in. He’s tingling all over and doesn’t even bother to hold back whatever sounds exit him anymore.

You’ve sped up even more now and he can barely take it. Carmen’s eyes fill with tears and the control he holds over himself. Dwindling second by second. He’s losing himself but it’s okay because he’s with you.

Somehow, Carmen manages to spew out broken moans between his erratic breathing.

“Please, can I come,” Carmy sobs out and he can feel the actual tears leaking from his eyes. “Please, baby? So, so close. I wanna come, please.”

You take a long second to answer, wanting to hold him out until the very last second. Squeezing your hands a little tighter, breaths heavy and deep as you stare over Carmen.

“Go ahead,” you order over the squelching sounds of your drenched grip around his throbbing cock. Carmen groans loudly, mouth pulled tight.

“Yes?” He rushes out, making sure he’s heard you right. Part of him hopes it was just all a part of his imagination because he wants this feeling to last forever. Here, with you. Barely hanging on. Body tense and vibrating with this bliss.

“Yes,” you repeat louder, and there are not three seconds before Carmen’s entire body constricts and he lets out a wail. It seems to last forever and grows even louder when the first rope of cum spurts out of him.

Your mouth parts in semi-shock at the sight. He pumps out string after string, body glowing as he jerks and jolts against you and the bed. Whatever leaves Carmen’s mouth is so far from any intelligible words. Just a string of curses that melt together as he keeps cumming.

“Fuuuck, yeah. Ah, sh… shit, holy fuckin’ shit, feels so good.”

You only slow when his hand finally reaches up to gently grab your wrist. Even through the aftershocks and his last few beads of cum leaving him, he squeezes you tenderly. A long hiss leaves him when your hands slowly release his wet cock, and he lets out one last groan when the air of the room hits him.

Both of your pants are the only sound in the room. Carmen’s eyes have been shut for the better part of the last two minutes and he doesn’t have any strength to lift his head to look at you.

Somewhere in his blurred haze, Carmen feels your weight shift from on top of him to beside him. You feel both near and distant as you press kisses on his sweaty forehead. He isn’t sure but it sounds like you mumble something about you running to the bathroom and grabbing something for him.

Carmen doesn’t know if it’s seconds or years before you return, but the warm, wet feeling on his stomach and chest pries his open. He watches you in silence as you rub a damp cloth across him to clean off the fluid drying on his middle. Each wipe is followed by a small peck of our lips and it has Carmen’s eyes closing again.

He’s nearly sleeping by the end of it and you grin at the sight.

“Keep those eyes open a little longer for me, Bear, okay?”

You get nothing from him a smile again as you grab the water bottle set on the bedside table. You pop it open and use a delicate finger on his chin to pull him from his light sleep. When his eyes meet yours, he gives you a small hi.

“Hi, Bear,” you greet him quietly. “Need you to sit up a little and drink half of this for me. Pretty please.”

Carmen moves in a dreamy trance, raising slowly from the bed and onto an elbow. You help him hold the bottle, and he ends up chugging most of the liquid once he realizes how thirsty he truly is.

“You need some, too,” Carmen mutters after pushing away the water, but you shake your head and urge him to keep drinking.

“I’m okay, baby,” you nod, and he eyes you before drinking the rest. He swallows and huffs out a breath. “You okay?”

Carmen lies back down because his limbs feel like jelly.

“I think so,” he begins, and you run a hand over his head to smooth down his hair. “Don’t think I can walk, though.”

You snicker out a laugh and Carmen’s eyes light up at the sound. The hand on his hair sneaks down to his cheek and settles there. “You did so good, baby. Really good, you were great. So proud of you.”

“You were great. Made me feel incredible. Always make me feel so good,” he tells you lowly, his own hand raising to feel yours against his face. His eyes flutter shut and he kisses your palm twice. “And thank you for doing that with me. I-I really liked it. A little more than the dancing.”

This time you both laugh.

“Also, uh, as soon as I regain feeling in my legs, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you’re the one that won’t be able to walk.”

Carmen’s words are slurred and he’s exhausted. And his eyes are closing again before he finishes the sentence. But his sense of humor is still there. You withhold the loud laugh that wants to leave you, so as to not disturb him.

In his half-sleep fog, Carmen’s arms pull you down to lay next to him. He nuzzles his still sweaty head into the crook of your neck, settling strong arms around you as he falls even deeper into sleep. Managing to grab the nearby blanket and throw it over the two of you, you hold him tight and keep holding him. Even when his light snores start.

The sheets are still a mess under you, but they’ll get washed in the morning. The next few minutes are spent watching Carmen’s chest rise and fall. The pleasant ache of your dripping core fades into a warm fuzz.

And soon, you’re following behind Carmen and are off into sleep. Dancing throughout dream realms where Carmen is the tide, you are the sun, and your love for each other is the moon sitting prettily in between.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

#carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fic

[liyahin4k]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖𝐌)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Paige’s jealousy gets the best of her

Ever since you two were in high school she would always be jealous when ever someone would ask you out. She would show that she was happy for you of course but deep down she wasn’t. Even when you got your first boyfriend she knew she couldn’t do anything then but when y’all broke up she took her shoot.

But know that you two are together it’s gotten wayyy worse whenever you two were out together sometimes she would catch other men staring at your ass.

And would pull you closer to her starting them down as you paid no attention. She didn’t want to hover so much but just to be safe whenever you went out with some friends she would call or text every two hours.

You found it sweet how much she cared for you but sometimes it was a little to much so sometimes you two would argue. But she would always make it up to you (🤭)

She didn’t care what you would wear but whenever you two were out and she knew drinking was involved after a while she would put her jacket on you covering you up.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠,𝐲𝐨𝐮.𝐤𝐤,𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚.𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝟒 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.“𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧” 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 “𝐰𝐡-“. “𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 “𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝-“ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

Eyes on you as you sat in the side lines at any of her games

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.“𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 “𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 “ 𝐮𝐡𝐦” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #kk arnold #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #azzi fudd #viral #tumblr fyp #nika muhl #black reader #Spotify

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐥.𝐜 🦭

child of hephaestus! reader x luke castellan 🛠️

summary- the best blacksmith and the best swordsman in camp half-blood make the perfect couple

warnings- none, should be gender neutral i think??, lowk hate this !!

[a/n]- haven’t posted in a hot sec.. oopsies! next post SHOULD be a (very cliche) ares reader enemies to lovers !

[blurb]

“Luke, please.” You begged with an exasperated pout as he gave you a motherly stare. 

Today was a routine cabin check performed by your boyfriend, Luke. Spare tools and mysterious spills adorned the log floors, courtesy of your crafty Hephaestus siblings. Until around ten minutes ago, it had been cleaned. However, when bunking with grubby teen boys and a few creative girls, it often gets spotted with the fruits of their labor. 

“Babe, you’re lucky you’re even getting a two.” He stated, looking around at the messy dormitory.

“I tried! I spent all night cleaning the cabin, but you know how my siblings are. If Trevor hadn’t decided to go batshit crazy at 12 a.m. and start working on a new project, it would have been spotless.” You pleaded, hoping Luke would be generous enough to up your score. He shared a look of guilt before checking out the room again.

“I’ll give you a four out of ten just because I love you. And because you worked so hard.” He spoke up, a grin present as he gazed at you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You spewed out, jumping into his arms with a giggle. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a tight embrace.

“Anything for my favorite counselor.” Luke whispered into your ear, letting go of your waist. 

“You know, if you make it a five, I’ll make you a new sword.” You offered, glancing up at him with a small smile and puppy-dog eyes. He furrowed his brows in consideration, finally coming to a conclusion.

“Deal. But if Chiron checks, just tell him it was clean when I did inspections.”

“Deal.” You extended your hand, and Luke grabbed it to signify a solid pact. The moment he kissed you goodbye, you were off to welding. 

Everyone in camp knew you were an excellent blacksmith. Every piece you created was seemingly perfect, with flaws missing from the lustrous metal surface. It was an honor to have any work your magical hands had composed.

Later, after spending the day around scorching flames and burning metal, you had crafted the perfect gift. And on the hilt of the carefully crafted, sharp weapon was a special message.

It was your and his initials, engraved neatly and surrounded by a heart. 

#luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan blurb #blurb #liv’s writing ! #pjo series