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hwaflms · 3 days

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct dream reaction to you touching yourself!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 2.5k, smut under the cut [cw: masturbation, degradation, voyeurism, fingering, very mild dubcon in jaemin’s, nudes, allusions to phone sex, established relationship in most, i think that’s it]

♡ mark . . . the poor baby had just gotten back from practice and was nearing the bedroom door when he heard some sounds of what he thought was you in pain or distress. being the sweet boyfriend he was, he hurriedly went to open the door, but the sight that greeted him was certainly not one he was expecting. you were laid out on the bed, your pants pulled only halfway off your legs as if you were too desperate to even bother taking them off fully, a hand stuffed in your underwear as you threw your head back and let out the prettiest sounds, looking so blissful and fucked out. your eyes shot open at the disturbance that was mark's arrival, the light blush coating your cheeks nothing in comparison to the bright, tomato-red one that decorated his. "fuck, um– i'm sorry, lemme just– i'm just gonna go", he mumbles his way into the bathroom, bumping into the door while trying to enter, but you both knew he looked for too long. now what was he supposed to do? it's not like that godly an image of you is going to leave his head anytime soon, no, of course not, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it for days, weeks, months even. sprawled out on the bed like that, lips parted and letting out such dirty, magical sounds– fuck, he couldn't help letting his hand travel into his pants in a similar fashion to you. before he knew it, he was jerking himself off to the thought of you (something he had definitely done before, but he had some wonderful new material now), pumping his cock up and down while his breathing became laboured, but in all his haste and pleasure, he had "forgotten" to lock the door. "um, need a little help there?"

♡ renjun . . . you thought renjun texting you “pleaseee baby, come over tn” meant that the two of you would spend time together until you eventually fell asleep, which did happen for a while until your boyfriend excused him to go play “one game with the boys”. though you rolled your eyes at him, you were fine with him playing a game or two, figuring you could just be on your phone for a bit. you weren’t, however, expecting to be sat on your phone for over an hour, with renjun now having his headphones on (you don’t know what the point was, though, you could still hear all the slurs being shouted mutedly from them). “renjun”, you grouched, but he doesn’t even turn to face you. “if you wanna leave me for a man, just say that.” he does laugh at this, but he pleads “one last one”, making you sigh and slump back down on the bed. you had chosen the pretty, new lace underwear you had bought the other day to wear tonight, but now you’re too salty to let him take it off you. deciding to take matters into your own hands, you shimmy out of your shorts, rubbing circles over your underwear with your eyes trained on his back. if he was too busy to touch you, what’s stopping you from doing it yourself? you try and fail to stifle your moans with your arm as you slip your hand into your underwear, rubbing your clit for a moment before dipping your fingers into your entrance. “renjun…”, you call out again, but both of you know it sounds different this time, and he glances over his shoulder at you. it’s almost comical the way he does a double take, pushing his headphones off of one ear, to get a clear look at you. slowly but surely, the tips of his ears and cheeks are dusted with red, but his eyes still shyly observe the hand concealed by your underwear. “oh…”, he sounds out while you throw your head back and whine, his headphones now fully off and you could hear whoever he was on call with distantly calling out “renjun? renjun, what the fuck we’re losing?” he shuts off his computer screen without even looking at it, getting up and slowly walking over to you, sinking down on the edge of the bed. “you just gonna sit there or you gonna help me?”, you grumble, but his eyes don’t miss the way your hips buck up. “wanna watch.”

♡ jeno . . . you swear you had meant to wait for him to return, you had tried your best to busy yourself while jeno was at schedules. he had told you the exact time that he would return, no earlier, no later, than 7:30 p.m. and there he was, promptly unlocking your front door at 7:29 p.m., expecting you to be reading a book in your room, or baking brownies-for-one in your underwear in the kitchen. he definitely wasn’t expecting the sight that greeted him. he had given you one rule for when he was away at work, to “not touch what’s mine”, one simple rule. you seemed eager enough to please him before he left, so he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear moans coming from the kitchen. he watches you for all of five seconds, back facing him with one hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts, head thrown back a little as you leaned against the counter. “what are you doing?”, the sharp, gruff way in which he says it make you stop immediately, yanking your hand out of your shorts and holding it behind you. it was one thing if you were pleasuring yourself in the bedroom, but right out here? in the kitchen? jeno promptly walks over to you, reaching over and clasping the hand behind your back tightly, jerking it over to him. your fingers all but glisten when held under the ceiling light, and your cheeks redden at the short “pathetic” he spits while looking at you. not breaking the heavy eye contact, he closes his lips over your two fingers, swirling his tongue around them before releasing them with a ‘pop!’. the next thing you know, your face is being pressed against the cold granite surface of the counter hard, while jeno’s other hand holds both your wrists together behind your back. “you know how to count, right?”, he asks demeaningly, and while he lets go of your head, your cheek is still pressed against the counter so hard you can see the condensation form as you breath, nodding your head before he yanks your shorts down with such force that you can still feel the burn on your hips five seconds later. he places the palm of his hand flat against your ass, pulling your underwear up to reveal more flesh. “i’m gonna show you what happens to whores when they don��t follow a simple rule.”

♡ haechan . . . “well, well, well," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, tone dripping, pouring with desire, just sounding so sultry. your eyes shot open at the sound of him, squealing shortly and rushing to cover yourself up with the blanket. "what do we have here?", he cooed from the door, one foot in front of the other and a hand placed against the doorframe, leaning against it. "f-fuck off, hyuck", you replied breathlessly, cheeks dusted with pink due to your embarrassment and also the rush you were feeling from touching yourself. he wasn't supposed to be back so early, you thought you were going to be alone for a little while longer; clearly you were wrong. "fuck off? did you mean 'fuck me'?", he drawled, letting out a half scoff and half chuckle, slowly sauntering towards you. “why don’t you show me what you were doing there?”, his suggestion sounds more like an order, and its like you lose the ability to think when he reaches over you to lead the hand straying away from your pussy right back, inclining his head to the side expectantly. under his urging, watchful eyes, you continue your previous actions, eyes widening when hyuck lets out an almost pornographic moan at the sight. sinking your fingers deeper into yourself, you whimper out of pure frustration from the fact that these were your fingers instead of his, and you swear you are almost in tears when he says, “stop”. he’s quick to replace your fingers with his own, coating his digits in your wetness before pumping two into you without any warning. “think you can give me three? maybe four orgasms?”, he cooes, tutting when you shake your head ‘no’. “i think we’re gonna find out.”

♡ jaemin . . . “aren’t you sweet?”, to say hearing your roommate jeno’s friend’s sultry voice startled you would be an understatement, fully believing you were home alone when you started pleasuring yourself. “jaemin– what the fuck–”, a blushing, bumbling mess, you’re quick to yank your blanket over your partially naked body, not knowing how long he’d been standing there watching you or how he had gotten into your house in the first place, choosing to ask about the latter first. “how the fuck did you get in? and did no one ever teach you how to knock?”. tilting his head to the side, jaemin raises his eyebrows but makes no efforts to hide the way his eyes scanned over your blanket-covered body, tracing your hips, collarbones, legs with his gaze. “jeno gave me the keys. and that’s not fair, the door wasn’t shut. besides, you called me”, he replies coolly, taking a step into the room but leaving the door wide open, as if you invited him in. “i heard you call my name in that pretty little voice of yours, but i thought you were hurt. didn’t think you were fucking yourself with your fingers to the thought of me.” you move to further cover yourself up as he walks closer to you, embarrassed out of your mind that he both heard you moan his name and watched you touch yourself. but what he does next really has you shocked– eyes never leaving yours, his hand snakes over to his pant-covered cock, gripping it with a satisfied hiss, a smirk curving on his lips when he sees your look of surprise and…desire??? “you see how hard i am for you, pretty?”, he all but moans out and you do see, the outline of his cock straining against the material of his sweatpants and making your mouth almost water at the thought of it. without another word, he’s in front of you, pulling his raging boner free from his pants. “what do you say we give jeno a little show when he comes back?”

♡ chenle . . . “damn, you started without me?” after enjoying the dinner you had cooked for the two of you, you suggested taking a shower together before slipping into bed to watch a show. following the routine that you had wherein one of you would cook and the other would clean, chenle grabbed your plate and his, placing them in the sink and telling you that he’ll be there in about ten minutes after he finished washing the dishes. figuring you could just get undressed and enjoy the extra space in the shower before your boyfriend joined you, you opted to start without him, but leaving the door unlocked for him. the second the hot water hits your body, you are relaxed, letting it soak your hair and cover your body. you trail your hands along your body to further spread the water, but soon you can’t ignore the dull thud coming from your core when you reach your inner thighs. grazing your fingers against yourself and testing the waters, you slowly begin your ministrations, spreading your folds with more intent now. another two minutes in and you’re blatantly touching yourself, head resting against the glass of the shower, steam engulfing its expanse while you sigh out of bliss. chenle, having left the dishes to dry, decided to join you, ridding himself of his clothes and finding the bathroom door to be partially open. when he’s greeted by the sight of you, your back is facing him, but it doesn’t take a genius to understand what you were doing. when you finally hear his voice, you look over your shoulder in surprise and slight embarrassment, but that is soon replaced with pure lust when your eyes mirror the look in his. “thought i’d get a head start”, you offer, slowly picking up the pace with your hand. “is that so?”, he muses, placing his hand over yours but not stopping your actions. “we both know that i can make you cum much faster than you can.”

♡ jisung . . . when you first started dating your boyfriend jisung, you didn’t realise just how much time you’d be spending on your own. if he wasn’t away at practices, he was busy filming various videos and content, so a large portion of your day was spent waiting for him. this was not to say you were unsatisfied with your relationship, you still got to spend time with him and when you did, it was time well spent. all you were saying is that you got a little lonely and bored at times, and that would explain why you were currently standing by the sink, debating whether you should hit send. you had just finished taking a couple photos of yourself during a moment of confidence and horniness and now they sat in the message bar of yours and jisung’s dms, waiting to be sent. you and jisung had gone there multiple times, but nudes were unexplored territory, yet you thought, fuck it, and hit send. even though you know he’s busy, it doesn’t take long before the ‘delivered’ changes to a ‘seen’, and you watch as the typing bubbles appear and disappear a number of times. after five minutes or so, you’re starting to worry and overthink, biting your lip when you see that jisung is now trying to call you. you pick up and play it off with as much confidence as you can, but jisung sounds the opposite– breathing heavy and voice quiet, like he’s trying to make sure no one hears him, and you hear the sound of a lock clicking. “why would you– are you–”, he blubbers, clearly at a loss for words and you can just picture him, cheeks coated with a sheen of red, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing. “what are you doing right now?”, he asks in a goofy manner and you can’t help your chuckle at the sound of his shy voice, cooing into the speaker. “i was missing you, sungie…”, you mewl, positively beaming when you hear him audibly gulp. “was thinking about you.” his breathing quickens and he mumbles “thinking of me?”, before he clears his throat. “what about me?” you smile at his inability to balance his shyness and desire, and you tell him what you were thinking about, soon hearing the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down.

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baldval · 20 hours

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heyy! You dont have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable it is a little darker…

can i request overlords finding out that reader selfharms? Like they knew she was unstable but they didnt think that much

thank you!!!

BEING COMFORTED BY HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: alastor, vox, velvette, valentino, lucifer, adam

warnings: sad reader, slightly ooc adam (that man is so hard to write omg)

a/n: ik i said i'm comfortable w darker asks, i just don't really feel ok w writing about such heavy/negative topics (especially sh), but don't worry anon, should've added that mb. anyways, i give you hazbin characters comforting reader in return 🫶🫶

ALASTOR:

ᯓ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᯓ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᯓ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᯓ he sees your pouty face when you get home

ᯓ “hey, darling, come look,” he says

ᯓ he’d been at work when you’d left

ᯓ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᯓ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᯓ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᯓ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᯓ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᯓ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᯓ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᯓ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᯓ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᯓ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᯓ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

VOX:

ᯓ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᯓ he just knows what you need

ᯓ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᯓ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᯓ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᯓ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᯓ “hi, vox.”

ᯓ he peppers your face in kisses

ᯓ “feeling off?” he asks

ᯓ you nod

ᯓ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᯓ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᯓ so you tell him everything

ᯓ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᯓ just for you

ᯓ anything for you

VELVETTE:

ᯓ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᯓ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᯓ you tell her everything

ᯓ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᯓ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᯓ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᯓ you very happily oblige

ᯓ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᯓ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᯓ you’ve never felt more loved

ᯓ she murmurs about how your aniversary is coming up

ᯓ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty

ᯓ you don’t really know how you got here

ᯓ but you’re not upset

ᯓ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᯓ you don’t even remember why you were upset

VALENTINO:

ᯓ he feels what you feel

ᯓ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᯓ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᯓ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᯓ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᯓ that manages to get you to laugh

ᯓ he smiles at your smiling

ᯓ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᯓ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᯓ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᯓ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᯓ “why’re you upset?”

ᯓ “oh, it’s nothing, val.”

ᯓ “bullshit.”

ᯓ you spill

ᯓ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᯓ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᯓ he kisses all up your neck

ᯓ “but we don’t have to think about that at all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up as many lives as you need.”

ᯓ you laugh, making him laugh

ᯓ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

LUCIFER:

ᯓ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᯓ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᯓ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᯓ “everything okay?”

ᯓ “rough day…”

ᯓ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᯓ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᯓ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᯓ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᯓ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᯓ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᯓ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᯓ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᯓ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᯓ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᯓ he does his best to give you a solution

ᯓ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your house for the next week

ADAM:

ᯓ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᯓ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᯓ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᯓ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᯓ you shrug

ᯓ “wanna talk about it?”

ᯓ you tell him everything

ᯓ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᯓ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᯓ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᯓ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᯓ he wants to help you, even if he doesn't make it obvious

ᯓ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᯓ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᯓ you both talk nonstop

ᯓ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᯓ just things that remind him of you

ᯓ and a bracelet, too

ᯓ he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᯓ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᯓ ever

ᯓ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᯓ but you’re not

ᯓ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

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fortheloveofallthingsgreen · 3 days

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Sink or Swim - Evan Buckley x Diaz!reader

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first time writing fanfiction/one-shots, but I'm eager to put this into your hands! Please let me know what you all think! This is not proofread/beta read, so please forgive me for any mistakes! <3 <3 <3

Synopsis: Buck has been in love with her for a while now. It's too bad it takes being swept up in a tsunami to get him to tell her.

Word count: 4.6K

TW: Mention of deceased individuals, blood, brief description of an injury/injuries, Buck's self-deprecating thoughts, she/her pronouns used, brief mention of reader's eye color

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Buck tried to be annoyed with Eddie for dropping Christopher off at his place - he really did. All Buck wanted to do was lay in bed, sleep, and try not to think about what the rest of his life was going to look like, but all it takes is one look at Christopher's bright, adorable smile and he just melts. He can't be annoyed. He loves Christopher, and he knows Christopher loves spending time with him.

"So," Buck says as he walks up to Christopher, "what do you do for fun?"

And Chris tells him exactly what. He likes pancakes with cinnamon syrup and lots of whipped cream, and he loves going to the movies, but he tells Buck that he and his dad haven't been able to go to a movie lately. Buck looks up the showings on his phone while Chris rambles on, taking notes in his head.

"Buck?" Chris calls for him.

"Yeah, buddy?" he says, not looking up from his phone as he tries to determine which of the movies listed would be appropriate for an eight year old boy.

"Can [y/n] come with us?"

Buck looks up at Chris. [y/n], Eddie's little sister. As far as he knew, she didn't normally work on Saturdays.

"We can call and ask," Buck tells him, his heart softening at Chris' growing smile. Buck finds [y/n]'s contact in his phone and dials her number, putting the phone on speaker before handing it to Chris. They boy practically shrieks when his aunt answers the phone, making Buck wince slightly.

"Hola, Christopher!" [Y/n]'s voice rings out. Buck tries to ignore the way his heart flutters. "You're spending the day with Buck today?"

Buck has a feeling she knew Eddie's plan.

"We're going to go get pancakes and see a movie," the boy tells her. "Right Buck?"

Buck sits down next to him. "That's right, buddy," he tells him. "We were wondering if you'd like to come along, [y/n]. If you're able to."

"Oh, well I supposed I can make some time for you two," she sighs, making Chris giggle. "I'd love to. Want me to meet you there at the loft, Buck?"

"No, no, we can pick you up from your place. If - if that's okay with you."

"Sure, no worries! Whatever is easiest for you. Just let me know when you're on your way, okay?"

"Sure thing," Buck tells her. "We'll see you soon."

"See you soon! Bye, querido sobrino."

"Adios, tia!"

About thirty minutes later, Buck and Chris are waving to [y/n] as she comes up to the car. A small green backpack is slung over her shoulder and she's dressed in blue jeans and a tank top. Her smile is bright as she opens the door and slides in, saying hello to Buck before turning towards Christopher.

"Oh Chris, did you pick that shirt out?" she gasps. Chris nods quickly. "It looks very nice on you, honey."

"Thanks!" he says with a big, toothy grin. "Are you ready for pancakes?"

"I'm always ready for pancakes," she says, winking at Buck, who feels his face flush as Chris laughs.

"Let's go, Buck!" Chris urges.

"I'm going, I'm going," Buck laughs, [y/n] laughing with him.

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Hen asks him about Buck and Chris just as Eddie is about to check his phone. He pulls it out, opening the message from Buck.

"Looks like [y/n] joined them," he says with a smile, showing Hen and Chim the picture of Buck, Chris, and [y/n], a huge stack of pancakes in front of Chris. Buck and [y/n] wear equally bright smiles. [Y/n]'s arm is wrapped around Chris' shoulders and her hand is pressed against Buck's arm. Buck's cheeks are noticeably pink.

"Hey, when is Buck going to admit he's in love with your sister?" Chim asks, a huff leaving his mouth when Hen elbows him.

"Eddie's brows furrow. "What are you talking about?"

Hen and Chim look at each other and then at him.

"You're actually being serious," Hen states. Eddie nods. "You don't see the way he looks at her? They way he lights up when she walks into a room?"

"Like at his welcome back party," Chim adds, Hen nodding vigorously. "He rushed through saying hello to everyone but then spent like ten minutes with her."

"And, if I do say so myself, she definitely feels the same way," Hen says. Eddie still just stares at them. He looks at Bobby as he walks up to them.

"Are we talking about Buck and [y/n?" he asks, making Eddie gape at him. "What?"

"Eddie didn't know that they're in love with each other," Chim tells him. Bobby looks at Eddie like he's crazy.

"Don't worry, Eddie," Bobby says, patting his friend on the shoulder. "You'll see what we're talking about."

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[Y/n] is sitting next to Buck on the bench as he holds onto Christopher, who is entranced by the water below. He had been talking for an hour about wanting to see a sea lion.

"Thanks for coming with us today [y/n]." Buck looks down at her, his blue eyes meeting her hazel ones. "This was fun."

"Well thank you for inviting me," she tells him with a smile. Buck likes the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles at him. "Are you feeling any better?" she asks tentatively.

"Actually, yeah," he says softly. "A little bit. I - I still don't know what I'm going to do."

"Understandable," she muses. "You've found a job that you love and are passionate about. I know how much you love being a firefighter, Buck. It isn't just a job for you - it's your calling. You don't feel like you can do anything else and you don't want to do anything else. I get it." She takes a deep breath as she rests a hand on his arm, her grip firm and gentle at the same time. Comforting. "You just have to be patient. I know that the chief said, but maybe it'll change. It this is what you are meant to do, the job will find a way to pull you back in, one step at a time."

Buck hates that he's tearing up right now. He's grateful that [y/n] doesn't mention the moisture gathering in his eyes. She just smiles at him.

"Thank you for saying that," he says softly, his voice more like a whisper. Christopher's voice cuts in before she can respond.

"Where did all the water go?"

The two adults share a look before looking out at the water. Buck hears [y/n] gasp.

"Evan, is that -,"

"We need to go right now," he cuts her off, launching himself off of the bench. He picks Chris up in a fireman's carry and goes to reach for [y/n], but her hand finds his first. he takes off running, trying his best to be gentle as he pulls her along.

"We're not going to make it to any buildings!" [y/n] shouts, her voice barely carrying over the volume of the panicked crowd. Buck's eyes lock on the carnival booth that they were at earlier.

"Come on!" he shouts, pulling harder to get them there. He sees the wave getting closer. He pushes Christopher under the booth's counter, ushering [y/n] under as well. He sees her crouch down, shielding Chris, and she calls out his name when Buck hesitates to look at the tsunami racing towards them.

He throws himself over the side of it, barely having time to latch onto [y/n] before the water slams into them. He panics when the water rips him away from her and from Chris. He yells for them but water fills his mouth. He is able to get to the surface, but the current is strong and he can barely stay above the water. He tries to look for Chris and [y/n] but everything is going by too quickly. He yells Chris' name, then [y/n]'s.

His heart nearly stops when he hears Chris shouting his name. He turns his head and spots Chris holding onto a pole.

"I'm coming, Chris!" he yells as loud as he can. "Hold on!"

He swims to the kid, reaching out his hand to try to grab him but the current pushes them apart, and Buck misses him. Buck manages to grasp onto a string of lights and shouts at Christopher, telling him to let go, that he’d catch him, and he does. He pulls Chris to a mostly-submerged fire engine, and Buck is relieved to see that no one is stuck inside the cab. He gets Chris up onto the rig and manages to pull himself up as well, gasping for air. He pushes himself onto his hands and knees and maneuvers Christopher further down the back of the engine where the ladders and hoses are. He holds Chris tight to chest, trying to comfort the boy and himself.

“Where’s [y/n]?” Christopher asks, and Buck doesn’t know. He’s been looking around, trying to see if he can spot her, but he can’t.

“We’ll find her, Chris,” he promises. “I’ll find her.”

A few moments later he hears a woman calling for help, and is mad at himself for being disappointed that she isn’t [y/n]. He gets the woman to the engine and Chris points out a whole group of people who are swimming towards the truck, and Buck is about to help them when he hears someone yell his name. He blinks slowly, thinking he imagined it, but then he hears it again. A woman’s voice. [Y/n]'s voice. He yells out her name, turning his back on the other survivors. He might feel bad about that later, but he needs to get to [Y/n] first. He hears her yell again.

“Buck!” Christopher yells, pointing at something on the other side of the truck. Buck climbs on top of it again and looks to where Chris is pointing, and he finally spots her. She has her arms wrapped around a tree, and he can see the blood on her face from the truck.

“I’m coming for you!” Buck shouts before he jumps into the water. He moves as quickly as he can to get to her, panic rising in him when he sees just how much blood covers her face. Soon his arms are around her and the tree, keeping them there for a moment. Thankfully, the current has weakened greatly, and he doesn’t have to hold as tightly onto the tree.

“Buck,” she gasps, drawing in a breath.

“I’ve got you.”

“Chris?”

“He’s safe. You see that engine over there?” he says, pointing to it. She nods. “He’s on top of it with some other people. He’s okay.”

“How fitting,” she chuckles. Buck laughs with her.

“Let’s get you over there so I can look you over.” She just nods. Halfway to the engine, she speaks again.

“I think I hit my head,” she whispers. Buck frowns and tries to mask his worry.

“I think you did too,” he says. “We’re at the engine, I’ll hold you up, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, before reaching up and holding onto one of the railings. A middle-age man grabs onto her arms and helps her up, nodding when Buck thanks him. Buck climbs up himself, and sees that [y/n] is already sitting by Christopher, who has his arms wrapped around her.

“I’m alright, sweetie,” she assures him. Buck kneels in front of them.

“[y/n], let me take a look at your head,” he says gently. She turns to face him fully. He doesn’t miss the way her body relaxes when his fingers come in contact with her head. She winces when he dabs at the cut on her forehead. Blood is oozing from the cut and Buck moves to take off the button-down shirt that he is wearing.

“This will sting because of the salt water, but I need to get all of this blood off your face, okay?”

“Do what you need to.” Her voice is soft.

He’s quiet as he cleans her face, Christopher resting his head against [y/n]'s shoulder.

“Is Dad going to come find us?” Christopher asks, his gaze shifting between Buck and [y/n]. The two share a look.

“I’m not sure, buddy,” Buck tells him. Christopher’s face falls.

“He just doesn’t know we came out here,” [y/n] tells him. “He probably thinks we’re back at Buck’s place or at the movies. But we’ll see him soon, okay, carino?”

“Okay,” Chris sighs. [Y/n] ruffles his hair. At this point Buck has gotten most of the blood off of her face, and can now see the cut clearly. He’s grateful to see that it is superficial, but there is already a bruise forming around it.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asks her, his hands laying gently on her knees.

“I think something hit my ribs. They hurt a little bit, but not bad.”

“You sure?” Buck asks. [Y/n] rolls her eyes and nods.

“What about you?” she asks him. She glances at the cuts on his face and arms.

“I’m fine. I think I bruised some ribs too.”

She hums in response. She shakes her head as if she’s trying to wake herself up. Buck figures she might have a concussion. She scoots back, bringing Christopher with her, until her back is pressed against the exterior of the cab.

“Let’s play I Spy, huh?”

“Okay!” Chris laughs, making [y/n] laugh too. “You are gonna play, Buck?”

“Of course I am,” he says, sitting down in front of them. “I spy with my little eye…”

They play that game for a while trying to keep Chris preoccupied. Buck hears hushed gasps coming from the other people on the engine, and looks up at the water. He feels bile rise in his throat at the sight of the bodies floating past them, face down and deathly still. He quickly picks Chris up and places him up on the raised part of the bed by the railings, facing him away from the bodies. [Y/n] sits up straight, her head tilted in confusion. She looks out at the water before he can stop her and he sees the moment she realizes what he was shielding Chris from. The content, patient smile that lit up her face was gone in an instant, and Buck desperately wished he could do something to put it back. [Y/n] stands and sits beside Christopher, her arm around his shoulders in a way that prevents him from turning his head too much. Buck tries to catch her gaze but she won’t look at him. She won’t look up from her lap at all. He wants to take her hand but freezes when someone approaches them. He looks up to see the first woman that he saved from earlier. She crouches in front of Chris and reveals a deck of cards in her hand, miraculously dry.

“Hi, I’m Alex,” she introduces herself. “My friends and I are going to play a game, do you want to play?”

She’s only asking Christopher. The boy looks up at his aunt, who nods.

“If you want to, sweetie, go ahead,” she says encouragingly. Christopher smiles and nods to Alex, who takes his hand, continuing to block his view of that part of the water as she guides him to sit with the others. She looks at the couple over her shoulder, giving them a knowing look.

Once they’ve sat down, Buck turns to [y/n]. She has angled herself away from the group of people so that they can’t see her face. Buck sees her chest rising and falling, but it’s doing so much too rapidly for his liking. Then he catches her voice hitching, and he sees a tear falling down her face, and he curses himself for not doing more to comfort her.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, quickly sitting beside her. He doesn’t want to do too much so he just holds her hands, but then she leans against him and tucks her face into the crook of his neck. He lets go of her hands to wrap his arms around her, holding her as close to him as he can.

“It’s okay,” he tells her. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

She whispers an apology but he quickly silences her.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay,” he mumbles. He presses his lips to her hair and leans his head against hers. “We’re going to be okay, [y/n]. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Chris.”

“I know.” Her voice is muffled as she speaks against his skin. A shiver runs down his spine. She pushes herself off of him, but her hands remain on his arms. “I’m scared, Buck, but not because I don’t feel safe. I do feel safe. You make me feel safe. You -,” she falters, trying to think of how to phrase it. “I’ve always felt safe with you around me.” she finally meets his gaze, although hesitantly, as if she’s afraid of how he’s going to react. Buck can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“You feel safe with me?” he asks, his voice quiet. Unsure. [Y/n] nods.

“I can’t explain why,” she tells him. “I’ve just always felt that if something ever happens, you’d try your hardest to keep me safe. When you’re in the same room as me, it’s relaxing. Even if you’re on the other side of the room or haven’t seen me yet, your presence makes me feel safe.”

Buck sits there and takes her in. she’s probably panicking while he figures out what to say. No one has ever said anything like that to him before, ever. And he feels so strongly for her. He’s never cared for anyone as much as he cares for her. And she’s right - he would go to the ends of the earth for her.

“I love you.” The words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. Her eyes widen and she gapes at him, and he gets scared but he blubbers along anyway. “Now is the worst time to tell you this, I know, but I am so in love with you. I’ve loved you for a while now. At first it was weird because every time you talked to me or even looked at me I felt like I was having a medical emergency, because I would get lightheaded and my heart would start pounding and I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I thought I knew how it felt to be in love with someone but with you - either I was wrong about how I felt about her or this is the strongest form of love possible, because I literally cannot stop thinking about you.” His breathing is labored, his chest heaving as he observes her. He feels like he’s floating when her lips break into a smile, her cheeks turning a bright pink.

“You love me?” She sounds hopeful. Buck smiles too.

“So much,” he assures her. “More than I thought was possible.”

“Buck,” she gasps, laughing quietly. “I -,”

Her voice cuts off when the fire engine lurches to the side. Buck latches onto the railing and tightens his hold on her.

“What was that?” she asks. She lets out a yelp when it happens again, and the water around them begins to surge and push its way through the debris again.

“Chris!” [Y/n] shouts over the noise of the water. Her nephew looked at her, panicked. Alex is beside him, holding him tightly. “Hold on to something, do not let it go, okay? Hold on tight.”

Buck is about to pull [y/n] into him when he hears, and sees, someone fall into the water. He looks at [y/n] once before rushing to the side, reaching his hand out to try to grab the man. Their hands lock and he tries to pull him up, but he loses his grip when the engine lurches and shudders again, and he hears a splash behind him. Then he hears Christopher yelling and screaming [y/n]'s name. Buck turns around in a panic, barely stopping himself from jumping into the water. [y/n] fell and the tide is going back out. He needs to get to her, needs to save her, but he needs to stay with Christopher. She would tell him to stay with Christopher.

Christopher stumbles over to him, managing to step over the ropes and hoses that litter the flat surface, and Buck latches onto him, keeping him away from the edge.

“Buck, Buck, [y/n] fell,” he whines.

“I know, buddy,” Buck tells him. “We’re going to find her again, okay? We just need to wait until the water settles down again. I promise buddy, we’re going to look for her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” the boy asks. “Maybe dad will find her.”

“Maybe,” Buck says quietly. “I hope so.”

When the water resides, Buck climbs down from the engine and helps Christopher down. He scans the area, unable to decide where to go from here. He needs to look for [y/n].

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Eddie is standing outside with Hen, Chim, and Bobby discussing what and where they should go next when all of the sudden, Hen gasps and goes completely silent for a moment. He, Bobby, and Chim all turn to look at her.

“Eddie, is that [y/n]?”

“What?” Eddie gasps, whirling around to face the direction Hen was looking in. He sees her immediately. “Oh my - [y/n]?” he shouts her name and rushes toward her. She looks straight at him and he hates the look on her face. Her eyes are dazed, void of emotion even when he gets to her and he grabs her by her shoulders.

“[Y/n], what -,”

“Eddie?” she whispers. He reassures her that he is there, that he’s real. “Eddie,” she sobs.

“What happened - what are you doing here?” He hears the others approaching them. Eddie tilts her head to get a better look at the cut on her forehead, which is oozing blood, the skin around it turning an ugly shade of red.

“We went to the pier,” she cries out.

“Chris?” he asks his sister. “Buck?”

“Buck kept us safe.” Her voice is hoarse. “We were waiting on a fire engine when the tide went out. I - I tried to reach for someone in the water, I thought I could help her, I couldn’t let her die Eddie I -,”

“Shhh, shhh,” he says, pulling her into him.

“I don’t feel good.”

Eddie looks at Hen and Chim, who slowly start to step towards them. Hen reaches out and rests her hand on [y/n]'s back.

“[Y/n], why don’t we get you to a bed? Chim and I will look you over.”

“I need to find them.” Her voice is muffled by Eddie’s shirt.

“There are dozens of first responders out there right now,” Bobby says, making the young woman pull out of Eddie’s embrace. He looks at the siblings. “We will find them. Let them check over you, [Y/n].”

She is silent for a moment before she nods. She lets Hen guide her over to a cot, Chim following close behind.

“Go with them, Eddie,” Bobby commands him. Eddie looks at him like he’s crazy. “Be with your sister. We’ll find them.”

Eddie nods hesitantly, watching Bobby walk over to another fire captain. He turns and follows his sister.

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“Bobby!”

He would know that voice anywhere. He turns around and sees a bloodied, bruised Buck, who is carrying Christopher on his back.

“Buck!” Bobby rushes over to him.

“Cap!” Chris shouts, making Buck flinch.

“Let’s get you two inside,” Bobby says. “Chris, what do you say we give Buck a break? I can carry you.”

“I want my dad,” Chris whines, though Bobby knows he’s trying to be patient.

“I know, buddy, he’s right inside,” the captain says. “Your dad is here.”

Buck gently places Christopher on the ground, keeping a hand on his shoulder to keep the kid steady.

“Bobby, Bobby I need to go back out there,” he says, keeping his voice low. Bobby ushers them along, moving them as quickly as they can handle. “I - I lost [y/n]. We got separated and I couldn’t find her.”

“Buck -,”

“I need to find her, Bobby.”

“Dad!”

Eddie whirls around, not wasting a moment to rush to Christopher.

“Christopher, oh my -,” he falls to his knees in front of him, scooping his son up into his arms. He looks up at Buck, who has a haunted look on his face. “Buck -”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” he says, his voice choked up. “I - I lost her. I couldn’t find her, I’m so sorry.”

“Buck -,”

“I need to keep looking for her.”

“Buck!” Eddie nearly has to shout to get his attention. It takes a lot of effort for Buck to meet his gaze. “She’s okay.”

The shock is clear on his face. “Wha-”

“[Y/n] is here,” Bobby steps in. Buck turns to him. “She stumbled in about an hour ago, pretty banged up.” Buck almost looks like he doesn’t believe him. He looks to Eddie, who nods.

“Where?” he asks. “I need to see.”

Eddie carries Christopher, who immediately falls asleep, through the tented area. They don’t walk very far before they see Hen and Chim, standing next to a cot. They see Buck before [y/n] does. Buck sees Chim tap [y/n]'s shoulder and point in his direction, and sees him mumble something. [Y/n] tries to sit up straighter and turns to look in his direction. His heart had been pounding before, but as soon as he saw her face his heart nearly stopped. He is frozen more a moment, not sure what to do or if she wants him there, but then she says his name. And then she’s trying to move, trying to swing her legs over the side of the bed.

He rushes past Eddie, moving as fast as his feet will carry him. He needs to get to her, needs to have his hands on her. Hen and Chim aren’t there anymore, they moved to stand with Bobby and Eddie.

“Buck,” she gasps right as gets to her. He collapses onto his knees in front of her.

“[Y/n], oh God, [Y/n],” he rambles, resting his arms over her thighs. “Are - are you okay? I’m so sorry -,”

“I’m okay, nothing serious,” she assures him, one of her hands moving to his hand, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m okay, it’s not your fault. I’m okay.”

A sob tears through him and he presses his face into her legs. He feels her lean over him, her arms placed gently around his shoulders and neck. He listens to her breathing and doesn’t realize until he feels water trickling down his neck that she is crying too.

“I love you too, Buck,” she whimpers. “So much. I love you.”

“I couldn’t keep you safe.”

“You did, Buck. You kept me as safe as possible.”

“Y/n -,” Buck opposes, lifting his head from her lap. She shushes him. Buck rambles on. “I didn’t jump in after you. If I had you wouldn’t have been alone out there. You…,” he brushes a finger against the fresh bruise on her collarbone.

“You stayed with Christopher. That’s what you had to do - that’s what I wanted you to do. You kept Christopher safe. You saved me, got me to the engine. You saved all those other people.” [Y/n] runs her fingers through his hair again. “You did your best, Evan, and I’m so proud of you.”

Before Buck can respond, they hear Chris calling out to [Y/n]. They look over at the rest of the 118, having forgotten that they were there, and see Chris wiggling trying to get out of his father’s arms. Eddie places him on the ground and Chris has enough energy to walk to his aunt. Eddie stares after him. [Y/n] is too busy coddling Christopher, checking him over and giving him reassurances, to notice the misty gleam in Eddie’s eyes. Buck does notice, and meets his best friend’s gaze.

“I need to talk to Eddie for a second,” Buck mumbles. [Y/n] nods, although hesitantly. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He leaves her with Chris, going to stand with Eddie.

“Eddie -,”

Buck barely gets his name out before his friend is crushing him in a hug. Buck is still for a moment before returning the embrace.

“Thank you for keeping them safe.” Eddie’s voice is shaky. He pulls away from Buck, but keeps a grip on his shoulders. Buck knows Eddie well enough to be able to decipher the look in his eyes. The intense relief and gratitude that he sees there nearly makes Buck crumble. “They’re the two most important people in my life, Buck. You’re the third.” Buck’s eyes widen. “You kept them safe. And I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I would do anything for them,” Buck tells him.

“I know you would. It took you long enough, by the way.” The soft grin on his face confuses Buck for a second.

“Wha -,”

“You and [y/n]. I’m happy for you.”

“Oh - I - I love her, Eds,” he tells him. Eddie just nods with a smile. Buck looks over to [y/n], who is now curled up on the cot with Chris curled up on her lap. Relief washes over him, and he smiles back at Eddie, who puts a hand on his shoulder and starts to guide him toward them.

“Let’s get you checked out.”

#911 abc #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #buck #eddie diaz #diaz!reader #911 #bobby nash #athena grant #henrietta wilson #chimney han #christopher diaz #911 fanfic #evan buckley imagine #buck is doing is best

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mellowinfluencermiracle · 24 hours

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Hi loves, if you want more drivers and wags drabbles, don't be shy to request something!

I hope you'll like this one. I will also add a masterlist soon! Please send some requests(can be only driver, drivers and wags or Sainz family), I need some inspiration!

(Wish me luck, I am writing a physics exam tomorrow)

-XoXo

Chaos before her arrival

Chaos. Everywhere at the grid was chaos. People are running left and right. Mercedes mechanics carrying flower bouquets in their garage. McLaren bringing an extra princess like sofa in theirs. Ferrari has three personal chefs at the motorhome.

One might think the royal family is coming to the grand prix. But one wouldn't be so wrong. In fact, Amira Sainz, the paddock princess and littlest sister of Carlos Sainz, was attending her first GP after the winter break.

With staying in Colombia for filming the 3rd season of Narcos, babygirl didn't have a lot of time to attend her big brothers GPs.

On one hand, Carlos was thankful that his baby sister wasn't surrounded by the drivers and their crazy girlfriends.

I mean, can you believe the audacity from Lily and Alex to go shopping with his baby sister because:" Baby, you look so warm, let's get you some shorter clothes to cool you off"(Alex) and "Baby, I saw this really cute handbag for 30k and it reminded me of you. Let's go get it!We can be all matchy-matchy" (Lily)

Or George and Carmen with their "Sweetheart you have to come to London with us. We can have our own tea party the mansion from Downtown Abby and wear our Tommy Hilfiger clothes and...."

Or Pierre and Kika and their "good hearted" invitation to Portugal because, apparently, babygirl is looking too pale. So she has to spend the whole winter break in a villa with only one bedroom (ups) and a private beach with them. Obviously!

But the worst of them all were Charles and Alex. Carlos can't even think about it. The last time his sister came to visit the grid, Charles had the audacity to give her a sparkling pink La Ferrari. And if that wasn't enough, he and Alexandra had to drive her around the city (let's be honest, our girl can't drive. But that's OK, cause she is pretty) with her sitting in Alex lap to "get the full driving experience cherie"

So, as you can see, Carlos wasn't very happy to have his sister attending a GP with these demons around her. His poor angel, nearly getting eaten alive by those monsters (is he dramatic? Yes. Does Carlos care? Absolutely not!)

But Carlos heart, mind and soul hurt the whole time she was in Colombia. What do mean his darling sister isn't by his side or by their family. She's just a baby! What if someone robbed her? Or her car gets stuck? Or worse, she has to go buy things with her OWN money?!

No, Carlos couldn't live with that thought either. So either way, their wasn't really a good solution to his problem.

When he saw all the teams acting crazy, decorating their garages, how his sister likes them and cleaning EVERYTHING, his blood was boiling. His baby, darling sister is staying in HIS team garage, on HIS half. (I'm looking at you, Charles and Alexandra)

However, the last straw for him was when he saw all the wags waiting by the entrance for Amira. They stood at the entrance like hinters waiting for their prey.

Oh Carlos could feel the grey hairs growing

And Amira? During the whole fiasco, babygirl was in the spa getting ready for her exhausting day. Looking pretty the whole time and watching the race IS pretty exhausting. Our poor babygirl🥺

@stinkyjax @khaylin27 @xoscar03

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luvjoshuahong · 3 days

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birthday proposal - csc

☆ cast: bf!seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. roommate/bsf!seungkwan) ☆ tags: fluff. a little kissing and slight cursing. also mentions of readers past boyfriends being terrible people. ☆ wordcount: 481 ☆ a/n: April 17 aka my birthday! I've been stressed recently that's why i've been incative but hope you enjoy! ps.. lowercase intended and slightly proofreadㅤㅤ

"happy birthday my love!", you hear your boyfriend seungcheol say as he runs into your room. being hunched up on your desk all week trying to finish a report your boss asked for made you lose track of time. how is it my birthday already? i thought it was next week.

seungcheol takes you into a warm hug which you had just realized you very much needed until suddenly he starts tackling you with kisses until you both fall onto your bed. "cheol!", you scream while laughing.

"i know how you always say you're not excited for your birthday because your family always ruined it for you so that's why i asked seungkwan to let me in secretly", he says with excitement.

sometimes you wonder how your roommate, seungkwan, and your boyfriend, seungcheol, become friends. seungkwan was always cold with your boyfriends knowing how your exes have treated you terribly. it came as a shock to you when seungkwan warmed up to seungcheol rather quickly. either way, you're glad your best friend and the love of your life are good friends knowing how long you have been dating seungcheol.

"oh! right, i can't forget your gifts",

gifts? as in more than one? you know seungcheol comes from a wealthy family but you had no idea he was going to spend so much on you. maybe you can scold him another time for spending so much for you but you just don't have the heart to when he's so excited to give you them.

"here are some dresses i knew you would look beautiful in.. oh and some lip gloss since you mentioned you ran out of your favorite recently", your jaw drops lower and lower as seungcheol pulls out so many things for you that look so expensive you couldn't even guess the price of them.

"and i got you one last thing, i wanted to show you last to make it special", suddenly he drops to one knee and opens a box to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

you stand there in shock which starts to worry seungcheol. "is there something wrong? do you not want to get married now? is it too soon? shit, i'm so sorry i should have talked to you about it before—" you shut him up by kissing him and start tearing up. "cheol, how could i ever say no to someone like you. you're perfect in every way and treat me in a way that no one ever has before",

"and i'm so sorry for pausing and scaring you, i didn't know you also had marriage in mind.", seungcheol just looks at you with his dimpled smile with a sparkle in his eyes.

"i love you, i'm so happy you said yes. i can't wait to live the rest of my life with you", he says while giving you a kiss on your head.

☆ end notes: thank you for reading to the end! I don't expect my birthday to be well but at least I got a cute coups fic out of this<3

☆ special mentions: @luvleejihoon @joshuaahong. thank you harin and soojin who were motivating me while writing this and thank you soojin for uploading these cheol pics on Pinterest for me to use 🫶

masterlist | taglist | rules | carrd | help palestine by: @luvjoshuahong

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treasureofmammon · 2 days

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🍽 Petty revenge dinner 🍽

🔎Summary: The seven brothers, your roommates, were fighting for you. After hearing the reasons, it angers you. You're a person who decides for themself, so why are they arguing about you as if you were a mere object?

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, MC. (Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Raphael, and Thirteen mentioned).

⚠️Warnings: Objectification (is that the word in English?), yelling and anger. Petty revenge revolving around food, (but not related to food poisoning or something f*cked up, just bad taste). This is supposed to be kind of funny and light-hearted.

📝 Note: No favorites on this one, the seven brothers are treated equally. I guess, it's implied this MC is in love with the seven of them [I think I'd be similar, although Mammon is my favorite, I'd have a crush on them all. But if Mammon asked me for exclusivity (monogamous relationship), I'd drop EVERYTHING for that man!!]. I also did some small research on the brothers likes and dislikes on food, but some are made up (you all will see why once you read the text). - For this one, I got inspired in that scene in Aladdin where he, Jasmin's father and Jafar argue about who she should marry; all of them failing to see that the most crucial thing is that she has a right to chose. In a way, that's objetification. She quickly forgives her father and Aladdin, though; as long as they understand. Hopefully that was a lesson learned for these men. So it made me think on how the Demon bros have this posesive nature towards MC sometimes, they too needed to learn a lesson.

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As usual, chaos reigns the House of Lamentation. This time, it began when you said "I can't, I'm sorry".

One by one all of the brothers came to you today to ask you on a date to spend some quality time, alone. However, when you said that you can't, each of them had a similar reaction:

—H-Hey, MC? Would you... like to play videogames with me before dinner?—, Levi asked you in the morning, flustered and visibly embarrassed.

—I can't, Levi. I'm sorry—, you answered, with a sad expression on your face. You tried to explain yourself —You see, today I'm- —. But before you finished, Levi interrupted you, completely disappointed: —Oh. I guess I sort of expected this. I knew it. After all, I am just a yucky otaku who...—, babbling and whispering self-loatheling things, he left. Confused, you tried to follow him; nonetheless, as you checked the hour, you realized that it's quite late for class. You felt stressed but ended up deciding to go to class and explained him later; anyway, he would understand once dinner time arrived.

As you walked through the classroom's threshold, Beel stopped you: —Hey MC! I was wondering...—, he stuttered, —W-Would you like to go with me to Hell's kitchen before dinner? I have some good "all you can eat" coupons that Mammon gave me—.

Your facial expression turned into a sad one. Once again, you answered: —I'm sorry, Beel. I can't today. You see, I'm- —. Beel interrupted you with an audible —Aw—, dissatisfied. He continues: —I see, so it's not me—. —What do you mean?—, you asked. But before Beel could talk, the bell rang, and you had no choice but to enter the classroom. It's okay. You were sure he would understand later today, just like Levi.

As you took your seat and got your notebook and pen out of your cute bag, Asmo sat on your desk. —Hey there gorgeous— he said, —Would like to come with me to Majolish before dinner? I'll buy you whatever you want—.

—Oh, Asmo, thanks. But I can't. Today I'm-—.

Asmo didn't let you finish and took his leave inmediately —Unbelievable! It's not ME!—. He sat, rambling in whispers, visibly upset.

Satan, who usually sits behind you, tapped at your shoulder. He had a wide smile and you wondered if something good might have happened to him; whatever it is, you were glad that it did. —Hey, MC. There's a small art gallery that just opened. Would like to go there with me before dinner?—.

You sighed. —I'm sorry, Satan. I can't. Today is the day that I'm- —. Before you could continue, the teacher entered the class and greeted everyone. —I'll tell you later— you said to Satan before turning around. His smile was a frown, though.

—What in hell is wrong?—, you thought, as half of your roommates pouted, upset. You brush it off as the class finished. Nonetheless, Belphie came to you too, still drowsy after his "class nap," as he calls it.

—Hey there, MC. Do you have plans after class? There's a meteor that will cross the Devildom sky. Do you wanna see it in the house planetarium with me? It'll be before dinner, I promise—.

You sighed again, —Oh, Belphie. I can't today. I'm the one-—. You stayed silent when you noticed Belphegor's mood.

—I see— he said, —Maybe some other time— he finished, rushing out of class.

—Belphie! Wait!—, you called, as you run after him to no avail, even the Avatar of Sloth is faster than a plain simple human. You wondered if it's just your imagination that each of your beautiful demons is inviting you on dates exactly when you can't.

As you walk out of RAD, sad and disappointed, Mammon was waiting for you in the school's entry as usual. He noticed your mood and immediately asked: —Hey, what's wrong?—.

—Everyone has been inviting me to do stuff before dinner, and I had to reject them all. It makes me feel so sad—.

Mammon smiled, and you frowned to his smooth grin. —Is that so?—, he said, —well, I just happened to listen to somethin' pretty interestin'. Hey, why doncha 'n me go for a drive before dinner then?—.

—What? That's the whole point, Mammon. I can't, I'm sorry. I'm-—.

Mammon froze but immediately sighed. —Say nothin', you don't have to explain yourself—. He pouted and started walking back home without even looking at you —Come on, let's go home—, he shrugged. As you walked behind Mammon, you sighed unhappy, looking at your shoes with every step back home.

Once you arrived, Lucifer took notice of your emotional state, as well. —Are you okay?—, he asked.

—Yeah...— you replied, sighing, not wanting to explain yourself again.

—Doesn't seem like it. I know. Would you like to come with me for some tea before dinner?—.

—Lucifer! You too?! I can't, I'm sorry. Did you forget why? I'm- —.

Lucifer pouts. —Say no more— he said, almost begging. You felt his disappointment, so you stood quiet. He turned around and left you, words still waiting to come out of your pretty mouth. This turned into an upsetting scenario. So, you thought that, at dinner, you could ask what is going on. Nonetheless, you were in a hurry. You needed to change into your regular clothes and get ready. After all, you were on cooking duty tonight. Since you're a normal human who has yet a lot to learn, you need to take the time to cook for seven + army-like rations for Beel. Besides, you wanted to do something nice for them all and cook each of their favorites as a thank you for all the great and thoughtful things they have done this week for you.

As you walked to the kitchen, ready to get started, you heard a heated discussion in the living room. Quietly, you walked to the room's threshold and listened:

—Okay!— Asmodeus shouted, —Who's the one who got the yes?! I am the most beautiful one! So which of you stole my MC?!—.

—Huh?! I should be the one saying that!— Mammon answered in the same raging tone of voice —Y'all know MC is MINE! Who stole them?!—.

—Yours?— Lucifer said, —Don't make me laugh, you'd be the last demon they'd want to belong to—.

—You're just bitter 'cause they didn't choose you either—, Mammon responded.

—Shut up!— Satan yelled and continued, —You're disturbing my reading time!—.

—You say that but you too are annoyed so I assume you weren't chose either—, Belphie pointed out. —When you all yell and fight, you make Beel sad. Look at him—.

—Nah—, Beel admitted, —They didn't chose me either, that's why I'm sad. I can't believe one of you stole them from me—.

—From you?!— Belphie snapped, —Rather one of you stole them from ME!—.

—No! From me!— Levi said —They're my only friend and you took that away from me!—.

A seven party discussion ensued, all of them talking about you "not choosing them" or "being stolen" from each of them. You are not an object to steal. You're not an asset, a thing they can take whenever they feel like it. It annoyed you that they didn't even ask you what was going on. Heck! They didn't even let you finish when you said you couldn't. Now it was your turn to snap.

—SHUT UP!— you ordered.

All the brothers had no choice but to do so. They all looked at you perplexed.

—I'm not an object you can own! I rejected all of you! Wanna know why? Because I'm on cooking duty today!—.

The brothers looked at each other, surprised. Asmo broke the silence, though: —But, this witch friend of mine said that the person you truly love was going to receive something from you around dinner time... who is it that you love MC? Come on! We are totally sorry, but we all love you too. Like, "love-you-romatically" love you, you know?—.

You blushed at Asmo's forthright love confession, worst of all, made on behalf of they seven, who quietly expected your answer as if confirming their brother's words. Nonetheless, you quickly pivot back to anger. —I have no idea what you're talking about. I was going to make everyone's favorites for dinner, but I guess that won't happen now. So for dinner, you'll eat whatever I make and shove it down!— you ordered. The seven brothers walked to their usual seats at the dinner table without a pinch of self-control, as if in a trance, unable to turn around, and waited there as you finished to cook dinner.

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You walk to the dinning table, feeling the tension and the growing impatience: Lucifer taps his fingertips on the table, Mammon and Leviathan shake their leg anxiously, Asmodeus holds his chin with both his hands while pouting. Satan reads a book, and every ten seconds or so, he tsks and starts over again; Beelzebub brushes his hair with both his hands over and over again, and Belphegor moves positions on his chair every two second or so, as well.

You have to admit that it makes you feel a little satisfied to look at them so worried, probably torn up between you, being angry, and you, cooking them all an unpleasant meal. Either way, it's because of you.

Satan spots you walking through the dining room opening, with their meals levitating around you by your magic; a simple trick that Solomon taught you no long ago. —Hey kitten. What do you have there? Not that we are worried or anything; in fact, we're eager to eat your delicious dinner. Why don't you unbound me from your order, and I'll help you set the table?—.

—Nice try— you think, but keep your mouth shut and instead, you answer: —I'm not a demon, Satan. I won't do anything bad to your meals—, you continue as you set their plates on their specific places —I'd never do something like that to you seven—, you grin devilishly as each of their specific meals take their places. The seven lords glup. Their meals don't look bad, but all and each of these are their least favorites. And of course, all of these with a teeny tiny of bit of a Solomon's unidentified substance, that you all kept in the bottom of the fridge, as one of the spices you used for cooking, enough for the dinner to taste awful but not enough to make them ill:

• Beef in a spicy sauce with Devildom eggplant salad for Asmodeus.

• Stir-fried green peppers for Mammon.

• Lots of green peas in a risotto for Satan.

• Stir-Fried Okra with tomatoes and fish for Leviathan.

• Chicken salad only, bathed in a copious amount of lemon juice for Beelzebub.

• Noodles in a very liquid salsa for Belphegor.

• And of course, tiny hamburgers for Lucifer and a side pudding as dessert.

—Although I didn't make your favorites, that's okay for you, right guys?—, you say, walking through the dinner threshold once again, not before taking your coat from your usual chair's support.

—Wh-Where are you going?—, Mammon asks.

—Oh! I decided I didn't want to have dinner at home today, so I invited Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Thirteen, and Luke to Hell's kitchen for some delicious hamburgers. My treat!—, you answer with a passive-aggressive tone, a grin in your face that obviously hides your anger.

—MC, come on! We said we were sorry—, Asmo interferes.

—Oh! Nonononono! I know. I forgave you all. Remember?— you respond, and all the brothers sigh in relief. —But only of you eat your specific meals— you add, and they all sigh again, this time disgusted.

A ding dong sound stops the brother's spiraling thoughts, with no other option but to eat their least favorite foods, bounded by your orders, so even if they decided not to eat, they would anyway. —That's for me— you say, while taking your cute bag too, —Oh! I also added a little something-something to your dinner. It was kinda purple, I think Solomon brought it some weeks ago. You all don't mind, right?—.

The room falls silent, and you walk happily out of the house. At the door, your fellow exchange students and friends.

—Dammit!—, someome yells once you close the main door.

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⏩️ Read my next text here ("Our future together", Mammon x gn!reader).

[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 day

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Aita for refusing to make birthday plans that involve my boyfriend ⁉️

So my birthday is coming up in about two weeks. One of my oldest friends, T, has her birthday the same week as mine, so she had planned a trip to watch the upcoming eclipse, staying with our friends, in a little airbnb near some hiking trails in the woods. She said she would be happy to share the birthday celebration with me, and we can have a nice rural birthday vacation for a few days. Sounds good to me! I immediately agreed to it. She said that, of course, my boyfriend is invited, since it's going to be a party for me too.

When I asked my boyfriend the first time, about two months ago, he was working on getting a new job so he was unsure about whether he would manage to get the time off to be able to go. He did not end up getting the job. About two weeks ago I asked AGAIN if he would be interested in going on the trip. He seemed completely disinterested, fully wrinkled his nose at the thought of spending multiple days hiking in the woods. He said he would "think about it" but I could tell by his tone that he was not interested. That's fine with me! Girls birthday weekend in the woods with friends.

He asked me today what I want to do for my birthday. But I already have birthday plans, and I'm spending all my free time and quite a bit of money helping my friend to get it all planned out. I genuinely don't want to do anything else? I'm already overwhelmed with planning, and I intend on spending the week leading up to the trip packing and ironing out logistics, between working full time and being an adult. But he wants me to come up with a full plan for activities for my birthday. I told him that there already is a plan, and an activity, and I don't really want to do anything else.

And like that's fine with me! I'm super introverted and also neurodivergent so even the IDEA of doing multiple big things in one week, in which I work almost every day leading up to the trip, is exhausing. I would be more than happy to stay home and play baldurs gate all weekend, maybe go to like chilis or something. But he's getting upset, saying he wants to do something fun with me for my birthday, but there's really nothing I want to do except relax and not have to think about trip planning for a while.

SO, aita for refusing to make birthday plans that involve my boyfriend ⁉️⁉️

NUANCE: T is also a friend of my boyfriends, she is actually the person who introduced us to each other. The other friends are T's coworkers who I've hung out with a few times. My boyfriend doesn't know them, but it's only three other people, so it's not some huge wild party or anything. Just a small group making burgers and hot dogs with a bonfire and watching an eclipse, playing board games, having some drinks. It's right up his alley, so I don't understand why he doesn't want to go. There's no financial or work issue. He just doesn't want to.

#aita #am i the asshole

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m-jelly · 2 days

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OMG I just read the pilot levi and flight attendant reader head cannons and I loved them!

Can you please write a NSFW story on them please??

Mile high.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, pilot Levi, flight attendant reader, romance, smut, married, some foreplay, dirty talk, bathroom sex, slight public sex? unprotected, pet names quickie.

Levi gives you a hint that he is aroused, so you reply with a hint back. The two of you go to the pilot's bathroom where Levi ravages you. Quickie smut.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

You walked into the cockpit with drinks and snacks for your husband and Erwin. "Evening, gentlemen. I have brought drinks and snacks to keep you going."

Erwin took his drink from you as Levi's hand went up the back of your leg and under your skirt. "Thank you. Appreciate it."

You shivered as Levi's fingers lightly touched your panties. "Mm, you're welcome."

Levi moved his hand away and took his drink. "Thank you, darling wife." He looked up at you. "Your feet need a rest, can I help?"

You nibbled your lip at the hint of him asking if you wanted to fool around. "I need it."

Levi's eyes sparkled. "I'll come and help you in a moment. You don't mind, do your Erwin?"

Erwin shook his head. "No, it's okay. This is a long fight, so take a rest and have a nice little date or something."

You smiled a little. "Thank you."

You slipped out of the cockpit and walked around the pilot's area. You and Erwin's wife were the only flight attendants allowed here, which was nice because the two gents didn't need much. It had become the perfect job, all you did was relax and spend time with your best friend, your dear friend and your husband.

Levi strolled towards you and called your name. "Come here."

You trotted over with a smile on your face. "Yes?"

He wrapped an arm around you and lifted causing you to giggle. "You're mine." He carried you into the slightly spacy bathroom and slammed the door shut. "Little privacy." He dropped you on your feet and locked the door. "Now then...where was I..."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi."

He ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Let's have a feel again."

You leaned your head back and gasped in delight as his lips dotted your neck with kisses. "Ah, mmm."

He slipped his hand into your panties and moved his fingers against you. "Naughty girl, already wet and ready for your husband even before he did anything."

You shivered as his fingers plunged in and out of you. "Can you blame me? You're incredible."

He dragged his fingers out and lightly played with your clit as he spoke against your lips. "You're the incredible one. Every inch of you is a pure delight and pleasure." He kissed you and mewled in delight. "All mine."

You panted and moaned against his lips. "Yours."

He dragged his finger from you and licked them clean. "I love you."

You purred. "I love you too."

He lightly gripped your neck. "Now, my wonderful wife, I'm going to fuck as much love into you as possible." He nipped your bottom lip. "Fill you with all the cum you want."

You moaned. "Please."

He lifted you and sat you on the sink. He smirked when you unbuttoned your shirt a little. "Look at you."

You hummed a laugh. "I know you like my breasts." You shifted on your bum and slipped your panties off. "Now, come here and cum in me."

Levi was fast to move, he opened his belt, popped the button and yanked his zip down. Once he pulled out his throbbing thick correction, he pumped it in his hand a few times. He pressed the tip in just a little bit to ensure you were okay to take him.

The warmth of your pussy was intoxicating to him and the thickness of his cock was addictive. His loving hands gripped your hips before he slammed himself deep into you. He kissed you roughly and caught your moan before anyone passing by heard you.

You gripped Levi's back as your legs locked around him. You moaned desperately into the kiss and felt yourself melting under him. The pleasure pulsing through you was overwhelming as he pounded into you over and over. The two of you were just made for each other. He stretched you in all the right places and you clenched him just right.

Your toes curled tightly in pleasure. Each pump of Levi's hips was causing your shoes to fall off. You felt your coil tighten hard as skin slapped against skin and Levi's tongue moved against yours. The two of you were losing your minds and bodies in the heat of passion.

You squeezed your legs around your husband as you felt the end coming. You pulled from his lips. "Levi, I'm close."

He smiled at you. "Moan against my ear, darling. I want your moans of cumming against my ear."

You pressed your lips against his cute ear and panted heavily. You mewled in delight as you felt so close. You gasped when you felt the snap followed by the familiar blissful release. Your orgasm consumed you causing Levi to moan in delight.

You kissed the side of his ear. "Cum inside me."

He bucked as hard and as fast as you could take before plunging in deep. He cupped the side of your face and looked deep into your eyes as he came hard inside you. Each twitch of his cock and pump of cum inside you was euphoric to you both.

He purred to you. "Fuck, darling."

You kissed him and mewled. "That was just what we needed." You kissed him again. "It's a shame we can't go longer."

He growled. "Quickies on the plane only. Just wait for when I get you in a hotel room."

You nibbled your lip. "I'm excited. We'll go all night."

"We will." He dragged his cock out of you and tucked himself away. "Let me get your underwear."

"Thank you."

He slipped them on you and helped you off the sink. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I was a bit rough."

You linked your arms around your neck. "You were perfect as always."

He pouted. "I wished I lasted longer for you."

"You made me cum." You giggled. "Besides, we don't have much time on the plane like you said." You kissed him over and over. "I love you."

"I love you forever and always, my darling wife."

You showered his face with kisses making him chuckle. "So handsome and all mine."

He hugged you tightly and hummed in happiness. "How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?"

"You were you."

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scribbledghost · 1 day

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Oh gosh, angsty idea I just need to ask... how do you Simon reacts to civilian!reader being captured?? And how do you think Simon reacts when reuniting with reader after rescuing them (b/c my brain won't accept any other ending than Simon and reader reuniting.) BTW, my brain didn't really have a particular version of Simon in mind while writing this... so you can picture fem!Simon, neighbor!Simon, etc. while responding :))))

It's been a minute since we've checked in on Neighbor!Simon, so let's do that, hm?

His first call is to Price when he finds your front door ajar and your house in disarray. He knows calling the cops would be next to useless, especially since it doesn't take a genius to piece together the kidnappers' motive - to get under Simon's skin, and lead him to them.

It takes all his resources to find you, including Price and Laswell pulling strings on his behalf. The 141 take on your rescue mission personally, though they're very much alone here. There is no backup, the military wasn't going to expend such resources rescuing a single average civilian.

Simon turns into a machine. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. He only focuses on finding you and using whatever scraps of breadcrumbs he can in order to do so. He gets testy with the team. Any bit of lightheartedness from Soap or Gaz quickly gets crushed under Simon's heel. No time for jokes, not when you're out there somewhere, being put through god knows what.

His mind often wanders to Mexico. To Roba. Simon Riley is not a praying man, but he bends his own rule just this once. Not only to beg for your safe return, but to also plead that wherever you are (and whoever has you) is kinder to you than Roba was to him.

When they track you down, Simon is quick to start barking orders. Normally, Price would put him in his place, but he allows Simon to take the lead on this one. Simon has come too far to not be the one that rescues you. He makes quick work of whatever misguided group thought they could stand up to him; he leaves behind a trail of bodies with no remorse, and personally carries you out of the building and to a waiting helo.

Truthfully, I see him being completely devastated by guilt. Whoever took you did it to get back at him, and they found you by finding him. In his mind, it's the same scenario with his family all over again - someone he loves got hurt, and though he wasn't directly to blame, he can't deny that you would have been safe if he hadn't come into your life.

You wake up in a hospital bed some time later to see Simon sitting at your bedside, leg bouncing and arms crossed as he stares into space.

He all but freezes when you softly call for him, head snapping to you as he launches towards you. At first, he doesn't speak. The only thing he says is a soft "I'm so sorry" as he gently touches your cheek. He's a steady presence in the following days, making sure you're well taken care of, helping you when you start to get up and moving again.

Honestly, I think he might wrestle with himself a little bit here. Part of him wants to vanish; to leave you, move away, and break all ties with you in an effort to keep you safe. Sure, he'd spend the rest of his life thinking of you and yearning to have you back, but at least without any connection to him, you'd be free of the risk of this happening again.

And part of him wants the opposite. He wants you close, wants to keep an eye on you, wants to never leave your side. The risk would still be there, but he knows he'd be able to protect you better and he knows he'd be better-equipped to find you if anything were to happen.

In the end, he settles for the latter. And maybe he starts talking about condensing your two homes into one.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles #neighbor simon

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elllisaaa · 1 day

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the new hoon x bookworm reader post made a new thought pop up in my mind seconds after i read it…. eli why are you so good at writing this and HIM overall i can’t bare the emotions anymore 🥺

hoon fucking you against a bookshelf in the public library 😳 you came just to return some books and pick up new ones but he got bored from waiting for so long for you to choose new titles… just imagining his quiet voice whispering the filthiest things at your ear while you bite on his shoulder to repress your moans 😔 (and what if he’s wearing those glasses? you know which ones)

i think the reason is just that i need him so bad i'm projecting all the things i want him to do to me lmaoo i love everything that comes out of your mind whenever it comes to him i could pay you for sending me these asks, i'm not kidding.

SUNGHOON is always willing to drive you to the library because as stated before, he's obsessed with you and your undying love for books. he finds it so cute how you always come up with a little list of the books you want to pick up to not get distracted and spend hours between the shelves.

you always tell him that he can stay in the car and that you're not going to take long, but sunghoon insists on coming with you every time. except that today, you didn't make a list because you didn't have the time. which means you will be wandering around to get your books for a long time. you feel a little bad for your boyfriend this time because he had things to do today - he even still has his glasses on - but you can't just choose your books in two minutes, right ?

sunghoon follows you everywhere you want to go, walking slowly behind you. and his eyes cannot help falling onto your ass with every step you take, your cute little skirt moving along with the swaying of your hips. and he's starting to get frustrated because he didn't expect to spend his afternoon only able to look at you and not touch you.

he knows it's wrong, but he also knows that it's what you like. so when you walk into an alley where there is no one and that is far enough from everything else, sunghoon corners you against the nearest bookshelf, pressing his whole body against your back. you can feel his hot breath against your ear, and his semi hard on against your ass. "hoon ? what are you doing ?" - "you're taking too long doll, so let me have my fun too okay ?"

you can only nod weakly because how could you say no to your sweet boyfriend ? his hands quickly drag from your waist to your asscheeks, kneeding the flesh under your skirt. he adored them, it made it so easy for him to fuck you everywhere he wanted. "you're so good to me baby, always wearing your little skirts for me, right ?" - "yeah, know you like them." - "that's right, you know i do. so you're going to let me fuck you there ?" - "yes, please…"

that was all sunghoon needed to turn you around and kiss you hungrily, smearing your lip gloss but he couldn't care less when you were pulling him even closer to you. he tried to get away to take off his glasses but you grabbed his hands to stop him : "no ! keep them on, you look sexy with them." a smirk played on his lips immediately, he loved when you were so blunt about your desires. sunghoon grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you from the ground, his boner pressing on your wet cunt still covered by your panties. "yeah ? i should wear them more often if it means you'll let me fuck you everywhere then."

and you did let him fuck you, let him wrap your legs around his waist, push your underwear to the side and ram his cock into you. sunghoon is grabbing the bookshelf behind you like his life depends on it and making it shake, and it doesn't matter if it alerts someone because he knows you like the thought of being watched. you're holding on him tight, head thrown back as you struggle to repress your moans.

"you're such a slut, letting me fuck where everyone could see you. but that's what you like, yeah ?" "fuck, your little cunt is squeezing me everytime someone walks by." "you hear how wet you are doll ? you're so fucking dirty."

sunghoon keeps whispering the nastiest things in your ears, and everytime a word leaves his mouth, it becomes harder to quiet down your noises. you can't even answer him because you feel like you might cry out some begs for him to make you cum. so you bite his shoulder instead, soaking his neat white shirt with your saliva. "you're making a mess doll, everybody's gonna know what we did if you keep biting me like that." but in the end, sunghoon's loves it, and when he paints your cunt white with his cum, he struggles to keep his voice down too. and he loves it even more when you go to register your books, with his cum staining your panties, your hair still a little messy, and your gloss on his lips stretched out with a proud grin.

#this idea of fucking in a library will not leave my head #might include it into my sunghoon college fic who knows ?#eli answering your questions #eli's moots #dinna's asks #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enha hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut

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hyacinthoideshispanica · 2 days

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A modern Feysand au where Rhys just took over his father's company and is trying to make it his own. So, he's creating new job titles, firing people who only work there because of nepotism, and in his free time, he likes buying paintings from CursebreakerArt.com to decorate and liven the building up.

Feyre is a struggling artist who is only able to afford rent because some random guy keeps ordering from her shop and she's not complaining, but he's bought so many, and who needs that many paintings?

One day, after mailing the latest orders out, Feyre decides to walk around the city and eventually notices the help wanted flyers for Velaris Co. everywhere she looks. She's curious. She's heard of this company before, and apparently, the ceo is an absolute prick, but the pay and benefits are supposed to be fantastic. So, she takes a flyer, and after a few days of no new orders, schedules an interview.

Rhys goes through the list of the days scheduled interviews. Normally, a ceo would be too busy to conduct interviews on their own, but he wants to show he's different from his father, and he wants to know every employee as a friend, not just someone who works for him. He scans through the list, and one name suddenly catches his attention. Feyre Archeron. He knows that name. He's seen that name elegantly signed on almost every painting on this floor and has seen it scribbled on a little thank you note that comes with each order. Feyre Archeron, creator of CursebreakerArt.com, is interviewing at his company that afternoon.

Feyre walks into the interview room slowly, suddenly self-conscious about her paint stained sweater and leggings. This place was really nice and really professional. She was way in over her head to even think of trying this! She should have washed the paint out from under her nails! She should have worn a pencil skirt and blouse!

Feyre's thoughts are cut short when Rhys enters the room and then suddenly stops. Then, their just staring at each other in silence. Feyre thinks Rhys is not only the handsomest man she's ever seen but that he must also be appalled by her appearance and it was definitely a mistake to come here.

Rhys, on the other hand, was 100% prepared to gush about how much he loves her work, that is, until the moment he actually saw her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had not been ready for that at all.

Feyre gets up, starting to apologize for wasting his time, saying she'll see herself out, but Rhys stops her with only two words. "You're perfect."

Feyre blushes fiercely, then Rhys clears his throat and begins talking to cover up what he just said.

"For the job. You're perfect for the job. You see, a lot of my employees have young children who spend the day in our care center or go there after school. I was hoping to hire some new employees, people who are passionate about something like art, cooking, or music to come in to spend time with the children during the day and teach them."

"I see... and you think I'm perfect for that job from just one look at me? Without even looking at my portfolio?"

"Ms. Archeron, off all the interviews I've conducted today, you have been the only one to dress appropriately for children and not an office. You're covered in paint, so you're clearly passionate, and I already have most of your portfolio hanging in my office or in the hallways."

#acotar #feysand au prompt #modern feysand au #rhys and feyre #rhysand #feyre archeron #feysand

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Ignorance Is Kind

Seven months ago Bradley Bradshaw attended a barbecue hosted by Jake Seresin. Seven months ago Bradley met a girl at said barbecue. Seven months ago Bradley railed her.

And here she was at Jakes next barbecue, even months pregnant.

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Warnings: smut, fingering, marking, light degrading, unprotected sex, pregnancy

Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader

"Come to my barbecue," Jake Seresin insisted as he spoke to his little sister on the phone. "You owe him that much."

From the other end of the phone, he heard her release a sigh. "Jake, c'mon," she said. "Leave it alone. If I wanted him to know, I would have told him," she muttered.

"You know I don't like him either," Jake replied. "But he deserves to know. Plus, I want to see you."

She couldn't admit that Jake was right. And still, some small part of her wanted to resist. "Fine," she finally agreed. "But just because I wanna see you, too."

Jake let out a cheer, one that had his sister laughing. "Brilliant," he said. "I'll go and get the spare room ready for you!"

"Jakey," she said before he put the phone down. "Can you get some pickles and potato chips?"

"Of course I can," Jake replied. "Anything else?"

"Maybe some ice cream?"

Jake let out a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said and got him ready to run out to the store.

***

The last time Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw had gone to one of Jake Seresin's barbecue, things hadn't gone too well. Or they'd gone exceptionally well, depending on who you ask.

Bradley hadn't expected to meet a pretty girl at Jakes barbecue. He hadn't expected to bump into somebody as he walked away from the drinks cooler, a beer in his hand. His free hand settled on her waist as he steadied her.

"You okay?" Bradley asked her, stooping ever so slightly to look into her eyes.

She nodded her head and swallowed. "Yeah, uhm, yes. Yeah, I'm fine," she said and offered him a sweet smile. Bradley didn't think he had ever seen something so sweet.

He hadn't meant to spend the entire barbecue chatting up Jake Seresin's little sister. In his defense, he didn't realise that she was Jake's sister. He got her drinks when she ran out and brought over a selection of food from the barbecue.

The thing about Bradley was that he was irresistibly charming. She held herself back for most of the barbecue, waiting until Jake found himself distracted by some pretty thing that 'wanted to see the way he grilled'.

And as soon as Jake was distracted, she slipped into Roosters lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm staying at Jakes tonight," she muttered and she slowly moved in his lap.

Even as disappointment crossed his face, Bradley kept a tight grip on her waist. He shifted slightly and her eyes closed as she let out a whimper. "I think you should come up to my room with me," she whispered as she buried her face against his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin.

Bradley couldn't stop the shiver from running down his spine. "Who are you?" He asked through a breath.

The way she moved against him now, her hands running through his hair, Bradley had to get her inside. He didn't care about who she might have been to Jake in that moment, he just wanted to be sliding his cock through her folds and watch as her eyes rolled back.

She hopped off of his lap. The sun was setting and Jakes guests were still eating, but neither of them cared much. If anybody noticed them sneaking into the house, they didn't say anything.

She led Bradley up to the spare bedroom. He'd stayed in it a few times before, but that wasn't what he was thinking about as she pushed the door shut and popped her the button on her shorts.

Bradley salivated as she walked towards, hips swaying from side to side. She pushed him back onto the bed. Bradley could have resisted, but he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. His hands touched her sides, drifted beneath her shirt as she climbed on top of him and attached her lips to his.

Bradley's hands cradled the back of her head, holding her close as moved her lips against his own. He'd let her lead, for now.

When her tongue began to explore her mouth, Bradley decided that he had had enough. He flipped her over, his thumbs brushing over her stomach as he pressed his lips to her own. She let out a whine from the back of her throat as his lips moved across her jaw and down to her neck. He sucked dark purple bruises into her skin, not caring for who would see them in the morning. She moaned out, nails against his back, not quite scratching the skin.

She pulled her shirt off and threw it to one side. Bradley immediately moved down her chest, lips against the supple flesh that wasn't covered by her bra. "Take it off," he commanded as he kissed down her stomach, making his way towards her shorts.

She did as he asked and unclasped her bra. The moment she pulled it away from her body, Bradley's lips were around her nipple, sucking as his hands pushed her shorts down her legs.

She whined and moaned, nails finally digging into his skin. Bradley couldn't stop his own moan as he released her nipple.

With her shorts pushed all the way down her legs, Bradley unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He got to his knees and gripped her thighs, dragging her to the end of the bed.

The first touch of his lips against her thigh had flames igniting through her body. She cried out, reaching for something to grab onto. But Bradley stopped her. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists as he lifted them above her head. "Keep them there, pretty girl," he said and kissed her again.

Bradley travelled back down to where she needed him. He nudged her legs apart with one hand, the other working to free his length from the confines of his jeans. He ran a single finger through her folds and a desperate whine left her lips. "Fuck!" She cried, hands coming back down.

But then Bradley pulled away completely. Desperate tears ran down her cheeks as she put her hands back above her head, just as he had told her to.

He pushed his finger through her folds, brushing over her clit. She jolted her body but Bradley kept going, pushing a single digit into her hole. "Please!" She cried, immediately rolling her hips against his hand.

"So fucking needy." He let out a low chuckle, finger completely still inside of her. "Humping my hand like a little slut." He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in, a second one accompanying it.

Bradley's thumb brushes against her hip as he used his other hand to stretch her out. She rode his fingers desperately, babbling incoherently. "Please, please, please," she cried, but Bradley could barely understand her.

"What do you need, pretty girl?"

"You!" She cried through a gasp. "I need you."

Her thighs were drenched when Bradley pulled his fingers out of her. He pushed down his jeans and climbed on top of her yet again.

Bradley reattached his lips to her own. Her hands were around his shoulders as she drew in quick breath. "Ready, pretty girl?" He asked and she nodded quickly, desperately.

She looked down, looking at what he was working with. Her lips drew in a gasp as she saw just how big he was.

Bradley pushed himself through her folds. It was slowly and gentle. Every time her breath hitched, Bradley kissed her. But the way he filled her, it was all consuming. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than the way his cock filled her.

He bottomed out with a grunt, his forehead against her own. "Fuck," she hissed, eyes squeezed shut. Nothing had ever made her feel like this, certainly not the other people she had slept with over the years. No, there was just him and nobody else. He was the only thought that entered her mind.

Slowly, he began rolling his hips. Her legs locked around his hips as he rocked his hips against her own. His cock pushed through her folds again and again, his pace building. "That's it, pretty girl," he grunted. "Feel so good."

Every nerve in her body was on fire. Her back arched from the bed, chest pressing against his own. The lines on his back that her nails were creating, Bradley couldn't wait to show them off.

His lips swallowed her moans, her desperate cries. She rolled her hips against his own as he hit every single spot inside of her.

"Fuck," she whispered as she pulled away. But Bradley swallowed it, his lips against her own.

Her walls clenched around him and Bradley squeezed his eyes shut, pulling away from her lips to press his forehead against her own. His breath came out in short puffs, grunts leaving his lips. "I'm gonna..."

But she couldn't even finish her sentence. Her legs tightened around his mid section, holding him close as she came around his cock. Bradley kept going. He pressed himself as close to her as he could get as his thrusts grew sloppy. "Shit," he hissed, her walls still squeezing him.

When Bradley came he slumped forward, his arms barely holding him up on top of her. His cum painted her walls and he kissed her one last time. Sweetly, deeply, slowly. It was nothing like the way he had just fucked her, nothing like the way he had sent pleasure crashing over her.

Bradley pulled out and laid on the bed beside her. His hand was resting on his chest as he stared at the ceiling above him. "That was... amazing," he said through gasps, turning his head towards her.

She sat up. On shaking legs she grabbed a shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts. "Where are you going?" Bradley asked as he watched her move towards the bedroom door.

"I'm gonna shower," she said and pulled the door open.

"Want me to come with you?"

She shook her head and Bradley felt himself deflate.

But that was seven months ago. He hadn't even gotten her name, but she was the best fuck he'd ever had. Bradley thought about her often. Whenever he picked someone up from The Hard Deck, he couldn't help but think of her.

When Jake invited him to another barbecue, seven months after he'd last seen pretty girl, as he had been calling her, Bradley jumped at the chance.

He was unable to stop himself from arriving to the barbecue early. The only one there before him was Bob. Bradley got himself a drink from the cooler and sat himself down as he waited for the rest of the guests to arrive.

Every time somebody walked through Jakes back door and out into his garden, Bradley couldn't stop himself from growing hopeful. It wasn't her. He started to think it would never be her.

He didn't know that she was in the spare bedroom, hand on her swollen stomach as she looked down at the barbecue bellow. She'd seen him the moment he walked in, moustache and hawaiian shirt the same as the day they'd met. She immediately remembered why she had found him attractive in the first place.

She had promised Jake she'd he at his barbecue, but something kept her in the spare room. Fucking pregnancy hormones. But she was craving potato chips. Potato chips that Jake had put outside.

Mustering all of her courage, she slipped on her shoes and made her way outside.

Nobody was looking at her, but she couldn't help feeling exposed as she stepped into the garden. Even in the sunshine she wore loose pants, a tank top hugging her seven month bump.

Bradley didn't notice her as he sipped his beer. He had long since given up looking for her. It seemed as though she wasn't coming.

But then she walked in front of him.

"Pretty girl!" Bradley said through a gasp as he stood up.

She completely froze up. "Shit," she squeaked and turned around. "Hi," she said, giving a small, awkward wave.

"Hey-"

But then Bradley spotted it. Well, how could he not? Her bump was huge; she looked ready to explode. "Wow," he said, swallowing nerves. "You look... different."

"Save it," she said and walked away, going to sit with Bob, Natasha and their potato chips. (She didn't know them any better than she knew Bradley, didn't even knew their names, but she needed to get away from him).

Bradley downed his beer. In two gulps it was gone. He placed it down onto the table behind him and strode over to Jake at the barbecue.

"Is it mine?"

"Huh?" Jake asked as he looked away from the barbecue. "What the fuck are you on about?"

Bradley's nostrils flared as he looked at her across the garden, watched her as she got acquainted with Bob and Natasha. "You know what the fuck I'm on about," he said. "Is the baby mine?"

Jake let out a dry laugh. "That baby is a Seresin and that's all that matters."

"So it's yours," Bradley said, his voice defeated.

Immediately Jake began to fake barf. He clutched his stomach as he pretended to throw up onto the grass. "Gross, Rooster. That's my fucking sister." He turned the sausages. "Yes, you're the babies father. Happy?"

No Bradley wasn't happy. He walked away from the barbecue, instead striding over to her. When Bob met his eyes, saw the fury in them, he stood up and pulled Natasha with him, leaving Bradley alone with the woman he had gotten pregnant.

"Jake is your brother," he said as he sat in the seat Bob once occupied. "You didn't tell me that."

"You didn't ask," she replied bitterly as she placed a potato chip between her teeth.

Bradley couldn't stop himself from staring at her bump. Fuck, she looked incredible. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to look in her eyes. "Jake said its mine."

"It's not an it," she spat. "He's a boy. And he's mine."

"But I am the father, right? Like, without my sperm you wouldn't have been able to get pregnant, right?" He challenged. It was taking everything he had to not let himself get frustrated.

She picked at her nails. "I suppose so," she mumbled and laid her hand against her bump.

"Were you never going to tell me?"

She sucked in a breath and looked up at the blue sky above her. "You were a one night stand, somebody who's name I didn't know," she said. "How was I supposed to find you? And, what was I supposed to say? 'Oh hey, remember that girl you slept with at Jakes barbecue? Well I'm pregnant. By the way, whats your name?'"

Bradley sucked in a breath. She wasn't right and, by the look on her face, she knew it. But there was nothing they could do to change it now. Instead, he held his hand out towards her. "My names Bradley," he said as she placed her hand in his. "What's yours?"

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peachhcs · 2 days

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samy and will would definitely have like a date night where will takes her to the rink and the just shoot pucks around and it’s just a cute and fluffy date night

you can take the girl out of hockey, but not hockey out of the girl

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

thanks to some of the umich boys, samy and will head to the yost for a little 1v1 fun

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ok so i kind of switched it around bc i felt it fit better for the circumstances where samy wants to cheer will up some more after the loss still weighing on his shoulders. the ethan, mark rutger banter was lowk fun to write too lmao

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samy wanted to do anything she could to flip her boyfriend's mood around. he followed her everywhere like a lost puppy and while she adored his clinginess, she hated seeing the solemn look lingering on his features. losing the national championship still hadn't shaken from the boy's mind. even his escape trip to michigan's hadn't really lifted his spirits besides getting to spend time with samy.

the youngest hughes was determined to change that. she dragged will to the yost, her plan set into motion thanks to rutger, ethan, and mark.

"why are we going to the rink right now?" the boy raised his eyebrow when he realized where they were.

"just trust me, yeah?" samy peered back at the boy who met her loving gaze. the smile on her lips was quickly replicated on his own knowing how contagious her pretty smiles were.

the girl pushed one of the side doors open, leading the boy up the stairs where the locker rooms were and one of the entrances to the rink. mark, ethan, and rutger stood at the top holding skates, sticks, and pucks.

"what is this?" will grew confused when he saw the three.

"a little birdy called us up and said you could use a pick-me-up," ethan grinned.

will's gaze slid over to his girlfriend who beamed. he looked back at the gear in the older boys' hands, allowing another smile to grace his lips.

"hopefully i'm not too rusty and can still beat your ass," samy teased the blonde as she grabbed one of the pairs of skates.

"oh, you're so on hughes," the young hockey player shook his head, racing to kick his shoes off and lace up the pair of skates.

"you guys have an hour. i better not come back and see you guys making out in the locker room," ethan quickly cut in.

"oh come on, like you haven't done that before," samy rolled her eyes at the older boy.

"i'm sure roger over here has," mark teased their younger teammate. poor rutger's face blushed in embarrassment.

"hey! don't bring me into this. i was told i was getting pizza," the boy defended himself.

"chill, i've got the twenty in my pocket," the girl rolled her eyes again.

she traded the three for the sticks and puck for the twenty, promising that she'd buy them pizza for helping her out. mark snatched it out of her hands a little too quickly, a smirk painting his expression.

"have fun! be safe! don't be gross!"

"fuck off, estapa," with that, samy pulled her boyfriend towards the rink.

the lights were up and everything felt a little more peaceful without fans packed in every corner of the rink. she looked back at will, trying to gauge his reaction as he glanced around the beautiful yost.

"so different without fans in here," will mumbled.

"kind of peaceful, right?"

"how'd you even do this?" his eyes found hers again, another smile creeping into his lips wanting to momentarily pull her closer.

"bribed them with pizza so they'd talk to security to let us in after hours for an hour," the girl explained her brilliant plan. "plus, i hate seeing you so sad. maybe this can get your mind off things and just have fun. remember why you do this sport in the first place."

the smile never left will's lips, planting a kiss to samy's lips. she hummed, kissing him back before letting go. she was really excited to skate around the ice. "come on, time's ticking. i wanna kick your ass like when we were kids," the brunette stepped onto the ice, dropping the pucks down as she took one towards one of the goals.

"you forget you haven't played in years and i just went to the national championships with my team and leading with the most goals," will called after her.

"so? let's see if it all actually paid off."

the couple began a 1v1 game. samy's skills were muscle memory for her as she darted past her boyfriend towards the goal that he failed to block when she made the first goal. her hands pumped up in victory as she taunting skated around the blonde.

"i wasn't ready," will tried covering up.

"yeah, sure," the girl chuckled.

they set back up and will went a little rougher knowing she'd be able to take it. he skated after her, trying and failing to retrieve the puck away from her stick. a laugh fell from samy's lips when she skated around the goal, gently pushing will into the boards.

"hey!" he grumbled mostly because he couldn't believe she was better at this than him even after not playing in almost three years.

"clean hit," samy shrugged.

they went to 3 points. will didn't even make it to 1 when samy scored her 3rd and final point to win their little game. despite the boy's slight annoyance, he couldn't help but smile seeing his girlfriend with such a big grin on her face and on the ice.

it was like she never even left with how naturally everything still came to her. will knew she would've made such a great hockey player if she stuck with it.

"sorry, willie. guess i wasn't rusty after all," samy squeezed her boyfriend's cheeks making him flush.

"maybe i let you win?" will tried even though they both knew that wasn't the case. he was just trying to protect his ego.

"mhm, whatever will make you sleep at night," the two shared a laugh as will's hands snaked around his girl's waist. she smiled up at him, her own arms finding a place around his neck.

"but being real, i can't believe how good at this you still are," his words made the brunette blush.

"what can i say? gotta thank mama hughes for this gene," samy grinned.

"thank you for doing this. it's really fun and i actually do feel a bit better."

"i was hoping this would ease some of the tension. just don't forget why you're doing this will. win or lose," samy stroked the hair poking out of his baseball cap. a flush coated his cheeks at the feeling of her fingers on his skin.

the two shot the extra pucks around having a small shooting competition before the doors opened back up. the trio of boys walked in, smiling when they saw samy on the ice.

"time's almost up, lover birds!" ethan called out.

"almost done!" they watched as samy took one last lap around the ice with a puck. she shot it into the goal, pumping her arms up in victory.

"you can take the girl out of hockey but not hockey out of the girl," mark smiled.

he snapped a picture while making a mental note to send the picture over to luke later knowing he'd enjoy seeing his baby sister on the same rink he skated on for two years. samy and will wrapped it up, skating towards the older boys with large smiles on their features.

"saved you guys some pizza if you're hungry," rutger took the sticks from them while ethan grabbed their pucks.

"wow, that's so kind of you guys. for sure thought you'd eat it all in one go," samy giggled.

"hey, we're not pigs," mark rolled his eyes.

they let samy and will into the locker room. the two unlaced the skates, passing them over to mark who returned them to the right place. the brunette's eyes slid towards her boyfriend's whose eyes flicked around the large and impressive locker room. his expression was a bit unreadable, so she nudged him.

"what's up?"

"sometimes i think about what my life would've been like had i gone to umich or something," the blonde shrugged.

"do you wish you went somewhere other than boston?" the girl wondered, her voice soft. will looked over at her, shaking his head.

"no, but i sometimes think about what in my life would've been different if i didn't go to boston."

"would've seen me everyday if you came here," she beamed.

a grin spread across her boyfriend's lips, "i wish i could see you everyday. i dunno, you think my experience would be different if i went here?"

"experience in what? friends or hockey?"

"hockey."

"i mean, yeah in some ways. every program's different, but i don't think your experience would be drastically different. i think it would be between knowing a lot of people there or stepping out of a comfort zone and coming here for something new," samy shrugged,

will nodded, taking her words in. she opened her arms up, indicating that she wanted the boy to lay down. he obliged, head falling against samy's chest while she twisted his locks around her finger.

"thank you, again. for tonight. i had a lot of fun," will hummed, focusing on the way her soft touch tangled in his hair.

"of course, i'm glad. only forwards from here," she kissed the top of his head knowing whatever happened regarding a second season at boston or heading to the sharkes, will would would come back even stronger.

“okay, come on. i want pizza before those three actually do eat it,” the girl tapped her boyfriend’s shoulder. the two laughed as they got themselves up and raced to find ethan, mark and rutger who were most definitely eating the rest of that large pizza.

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riki-riks-chick · 1 day

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★Blind Date★

︱Enhypen Sunghoon OneShot

︱nsfw! oral sex! sexual intercourse! fucking on the ︱first date!

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Third Person POV~

"Heeseung, I don't wanna go on another blind date... The guys are always weird.." You were annoyed. Your best friend was once again trying to talk you into a blind date. There was no way you'd agree. "Come on Y/n.. He's really good looking! And he's a gentleman. Just give him a shot.." He wouldn't quit until you agreed, so you simply nodded. "Fine.. I'll do it.."

"Alright.. I'll let him know.. Trust me on this one.. I really think you'll like him.. You have a lot in common." He smiled before leaving your room so you could get ready for your newly scheduled rendezvous.

You spent a few hours getting ready, wearing a periwinkle colored maxi dress that stopped mid thigh. Adorning yourself with a decent amount of makeup, your favorite jewelry, and a thin fur coat for the occasion you got cold. You also made sure to put some essentials into your clutch.

After that, you were ready to go. Heeseung drove you to the restaurant. "If you need me.. Call me, I'll be close by. If you don't text within an hour I'll go home.. Be safe.. I love you." He smiled, kissing your cheek as you smiled. "Alright.. I love you too Heeseung.. Bye.."

"Don't come home or the date is unsuccessful." He made sure to add as you laughed. "Okay.. Bye Heeseung." You got out of the car, tugging down your dress as you waved at Heeseung, watching him drive off before walking inside. "Reservation?" Upon being asked, you simply responded Lee, as Heeseung had told you to. The man led you to your table shortly after.

You arrived at the table, immediately gasping as you met eyes with your blind date. He was extremely handsome. You smiled, taking your seat as he smiled at you. Your heart fluttered. "Hello... Nice to meet you... I'm Sunghoon." He smiled, reaching across the table to shake your hand as you gladly took his hand. His hands were warm and smooth. "I'm Y/n.. Nice to meet you as well.."

"You're really pretty Y/n..." He smiled as you blushed. "Thank you, you're really handsome." He smiled at your response. "Let's glance at the menu.. Order whatever you want, I'm footing the bill.." His words made your stomach do a flip. No guy had ever offered to pay for your dinner. They were always down to split it fifty-fifty. He definitely had your best interests. "I can't let you pay for everything Sunghoon.."

"Just leave it to me.. What do you want to eat? Any cravings? I'll have whatever you're having.." He gently gestured towards the menu as you sighed, skimming the selections for something that suited your taste. You had eventually decided on something, pointing it out to him as he smiled. "I like that too.. Alright then. White wine or red?"

Everytime he asked for your preference, you felt special. No guy had ever been so considerate. "I prefer red.." You answered shyly as he nodded, gesturing towards the waiter. "Hey can we get two (insert food) and a bottle of your best red wine?" He asked as the waiter nodded. He repeated the order to make sure it was written properly, and then he left with a promise to bring the bottle of wine.

"So, what are your interests Sunghoon?" You asked as he hummed. "I'm a figure skater.. I'm currently in talks of doing it professionally, but as of now, I work at my parents' ice rink.. I teach skating classes." He said as you stared at him, stunned. "You ice skate too?" You asked as he nodded. "You do as well?"

"I used to.. I was about to go pro, but I slipped during a triple axel, and I tore a ligament.. I haven't been able to skate the same since." You explained as he pouted. "That's so sad... If you wanted.. We could spend some time together after hours.. I'll help you get conditioned to skating again." He offered and you couldn't resist.

He got better and better with each sentence. "I'd love to try.. I haven't skated since the incident happened a few years ago.. I tried skating once my leg healed, but I kept falling.. It was frustrating.." You didn't notice how emotional you were becoming until he reached across the table to rub your hand. "It's alright... We'll take it slow.."

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The night was long and you enjoyed every second of it.. He was offering to drive you home, and at first you were reluctant, but he was adamant.

"Actually.. Can we go back to my place? I don't think I want this night to end yet." He asked so politely and you couldn't resist. Heeseung wasn't lying about him being a gentleman.

He took you to his apartment, opening the door as he led you to the living room. He sat you down, offering you a glass of water to sober you up. Your alcohol tolerance was low, but every interesting topic over dinner was paired with another glass of wine.

Sunghoon had apologized, saying that he wouldn't have kept pouring you glass after glass if he'd known of your low tolerance. You insisted it was okay though.

"Here... Take a few sips.. It might make you feel a bit better." He took your coat, setting it down with your other belongings before turning on the tv. Some random movie was playing on low volume. It provided background noise. "Thank you.. For everything tonight.." You set your cup down, only just now noticing the small distance between you.

"I enjoyed talking with you.. What do you wanna do now?" He asked as you hummed, inching closer to him, your thighs were now pressed against each other. "What do you want to do Sunghoon?" You let your drunken state lead you, leaning in to whisper in his ear as he let out a shaky breath. "I- I.. It doesn't matter what I wanna do.. I'm happy pleasing you.."

"So, are you fine with this?" You pulled him closer, your lips ghosting over his as you turned towards him, crossing one leg over his lap. "If that's what you want.." He swallowed, hard, eyes flickering from your lips and back to your eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. "What do you want Sunghoon?" You wanted an answer. He gulped, "I want you.. Y/n.. I want you.." He finally spoke as you smiled.

You pressed your lips against his, letting him have control as he pulled you to straddle his lap, your dress riding up as you sunk into the new seat. His hands naturally found the curve of your hips, squeezing occasionally as his lips melted into yours.

You grinded into him, rolling your hips into his until you could feel his erection through his slacks. He slid his tongue past your lips, licking, swirling, and sucking to his hearts content as you let out needy little mewls every now and again.

The kiss was heated, both of you needily pressing against each other as he let out impatient groans everytime your hips met his in a concentrated roll. "I.. I need you.." He pulled away, panting against you as you smiled, already out of breath. "You can have me.." He smiled, watching you move off of his lap, attempting to remove your heels, struggling in the process. "Let me do it.."

He easily unstrapped the heels, taking them off your feet as he pulled you up from the couch. "Follow me.." He spoke in between heavy breaths, unbuttoning the top buttons of his silky white shirt as you followed him to his room.

He had pulled you against his chest once entering the room, leaning down to leave wet and sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulders, knowing that his nipping and biting would leave many marks in their wake. You moaned at the contact, feeling him ease your zipper down as the thin strap of your dress slid off of your shoulder.

"Hurry up and take it off.." He was eager, unbuttoning his own shirt to reveal his ab line. You had turned to face him, easing your dress down your figure as Sunghoon watched attentively. You had taken an interest in his slim, but fit physique. Faint, yet toned abs, and strong, toned arms that were revealed once he let his shirt hit the floor. You were fascinated.

He gestured towards the bed and you gently obeyed, climbing onto the bed as he followed, hovering over your figure. He kissed you again, this time more needy than before. His hands roaming your skin as he rubbed your clit through your lacey underwear, drawing small and breathy moans from your throat.

He had pulled away, kissing down your torso as his lips met waistband. He had tugged on the thin fabric, pulling it off of you and discarding it before focusing in on your perforation. He left a few gentle kisses before going in, licking and sucking to his hearts content. You let out small yet musical sounds, which all went from Sunghoon's ears, and straight down to his throbbing dick.

"Fuck.." You swore, the world falling carelessly from your lips as he went down on you, enjoying every liquid that poured out of you. "Sunghoon.." His name fell from your lips so easily, and he moaned at the sound, sending pleasurable vibrations through your body. You were so close.. "I'm gonna cum-" You could barely speak as he increased the intensity of his attack, leading you through, what you now acknowledged as, the best orgasm you'd ever experienced.

Multiple expletives fell from your lips as he lingered against you, soon pulling away with glossy lips and hazy eyes. "I've been dying to do that all night..." He sounded satisfied, working on his belt as he removed it, his pants following soon after.. You could already tell he was big.

He used his fingers, sliding two into you as a means of prepping you for his package. You were far too horny to wait, as was he, but his fear or hurting you overshadowed his raring erection. You let him finger you until he was able to easily slide in three fingers, and then you stopped him.

"Just fuck me.." You mumbled and he nodded, reaching towards his nightstand for what you assumed was a comdom. "No condom.. Just fuck me already.." You spoke as he glanced at you, worried. "You sure? I don't know if I can pull out in time.."

"I'm on the pill.. It's fine.." It took some convincing, but he finally complied, removing his underwear and letting it litter the floor along with all your other clothes. He spit into hand, giving his length a few slow and languid strokes before pressing his tip against your entrance. "Can I?" He asked your consent again, wanting to be sure as you nodded. "Please fuck me Sunghoon.."

He had pushed in almost instantly, his tip touching spots that had never been touched before. You felt full.. He was huge, and he knew it. He gave you a few seconds to adjust properly before moving slowly, letting your wetness coat him.

He let out adorable moans and other pretty noises that made your stomach turn. He was so perfect. "Y/n... Shit.." He cussed, head dropping in pure pleasure as he increased the speed of his thrusts, making sure to fuck you deep. "Sunghoon- mhhm.." You moaned his name, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his.

Every sound in the room was lewd and hot, skin-slapping, the wet sounds you guys made everytime you parted lips, and the heavy breaths and moans each of you let out. Sunghoon was in pure euphoria, as were you.. "I'm.. I'm gonna- cum-" He was already close, having not expected to last long, and you were already nearing your second release.

"Cum with me.." You spoke, gripping his bicep as he thrusted harder, cumming inside of you as you came undone on his dick. He continued to thrust to ride out your orgasms, hips slowly coming to a stop as you smiled. "That was great.." You kissed him again, throwing your head back against the pillows. "Thank you for tonight.. I had fun.." Sunghoon thanked you as you smiled. "So did I.."

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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The next morning, you wake up to soft, golden sunlight, and an empty bed. You yawn, stretching your stiff limbs before getting out of the bed. You were wearing an oversized shirt and some sweats that barely managed to stay on your hips despite being tied as tight as possible.

You checked your appearance, and surprisingly, even your makeup had been removed. You were so sleepy after sex with Sunghoon last night, you had barely stayed awake during your shared bubble bath. Looking at your neck, you could see every pretty little love bite he left on your skin. You barely remembered him helping you tie your hair up and take your makeup off.

You left his room, easing your way to the kitchen where you heard soft humming. Sunghoon was there, cooking breakfast. "Good morning Sunghoon.." You smiled, garnering his attention as he glanced at you with a smile. "Good morning Y/n... Did you sleep well?" He asked as you nodded. "Mhhm.. How about you?"

"I slept a lot better with you beside me.." His words made you blush. "Sunghoon..." You were flustered, hiding your face against his arm as he ruffled your hair. "You're cute... Let's go out again sometime... Okay?" He asked, glancing down at you as you nodded. "I'd like that.." He leans down to kiss you. "Then I guess it's a date.."

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(if you've seen this b4 i also posted it on ao3 so its my work not stolen)

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I actually have my own little head cannons about percy and annabeth's own family, and I'm gonna share them for no reason other than being annoying <3

Percy and Annabeth have lived in unstable homes throughout their childhood; I truly believe that they got married in their early twenties after college

Annabeth hyphenated her last name! She becomes "Annabeth Chase-Jackson" because she loves the Jacksons and is a part of their family while also keeping her last name because she's THE Annabeth chase and it's iconic

I think that they always wanted kids together, but it was always a thought for the future, even when they got married and were busy with their careers

So yes, their first kid was a total surprise, but a very happy one

They were the first of the hoo group to have a kid

Their first kid's a boy (ik unpopular opinion), with blonde hair and green eyes.

I always imagined they'd named their kids something both unique and greek, with maybe a middle name after a lost hero? Giving the first name of a lost hero sounds painful, and also defeats the whole purpose of Sally naming Percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending. An example I like is Amycus Charlie Jackson. idk tho, something more normal makes sense too.

Amycus would probably be a stereotypical angel first child tbh

Because they had their first kid so early on, I think their second would be a couple years later, I think around 4.

They'd have a girl next, Daphne Zoe Jackson, with Percy's raven hair and Annabeth's gray eyes. She'd be a little more troublesome lol, but in a loving way!

I honestly think 2 kids are good enough but my heart says they'd have 3. He'd be a surprise baby, and on the younger end of the hoo group's kids (if not the youngest). I haven't thought of much characterization for him yet, but he'd get Sally's blue eyes for sure.

And they live a great life in New York, I'm sorry but they aren't moving to New Rome! Especially Percy, he's a New Yorker through and through

Annabeth works from home from time to time as an architect, mostly to spend more time with her kids, especially when they're babies.

Percy has a pretty chill job doing something in marine biology or marine vet, so he's there for the kids plenty too

Sally babysits the few times both of them are busy

Ya that's their perfect domestic life in my head hehehe >:)

thanks for the ask @littlesillyfilly!

i love all of these!!! super cute! i shall go through each one

1. same! some people think they don’t get married, but i hate the reasons why most people think that. as demigods, percy and annabeth didn’t grow up in a stable family setting. i think they would want that stability, and to do normal stereotypical couple things, because they crave as much normalcy as they can get.

2. another vote for the hyphenated name! that seems to be people’s favorite option

3. yes absolutely. they always have wanted kids. it’s not even a question in my mind

4. i agree, for some reason i’ve always had the hc that their first kid is either a total shock, or it takes a really really long time for them get pregnant. it’s one or the other 😂

5. completed agreed. honestly? i dont even know if many of their friends would have kids. i mean, frank and hazel, together or not, probably would i think, albeit much later than percy and annabeth. but i don’t know if i see anyone else having kids. i think its not super common amongst demigods, especially greek ones

6. absolutely 1000% agreed. i have always thought and said that their first is a boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes.

7. agreed! i like them doing a mix of things when it comes to names. and this is so funny because i always have liked the name charlie (after beckendorf) for one of their kids! it’s in my percabeth baby names list LOL. so i think i like their second son being named charlie, and then i have a girl name for their daughter that i love.

8. oh absolutely. first babies seem to always be so precious and sweet and easy. that’s how they get you. then the second one comes and all hell breaks loose

9. i agree that their second kid would come a few years later. they would need a hot minute to adjust. having kids as a demigod would be hard i think, but once they get the hang of it, they want more!

10. i absolutely agree that their next kid has percy’s black hair and annabeth’s grey eyes! personally, i always imagined it being another boy though. he is their charlie in my mind.

11. yeah, i think they would originally plan on 2 kids, but end up having three (if not 4🤭). and in my mind, number 3 is their girl! i’ve always imagined her with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with a bit of green in them.

12. you are team percabeth living in new york? ok ok i like it. idk personally i feel like they would start out in new rome, for safety reasons. also having a community of demigod friends and family would probably be very comforting for them. but i definitely see them ending up in new york again! percy is absolutely a new yorker through and through!

13. aww annabeth being able to work sometimes at home would be cute. i can see that!

14. can i just say im so glad people are getting on board with percy becoming an aquatic/marine vet?? i’ve always been so alone in that thought, so seeing other people like it and agree with it makes me so happy!! he’d be sooo good at it! but yes, it’s a chill job so he can be around for the kids a lot.

15. sally and paul would love babysitting. 100%

i loved all of these so much and agree with nearly everything!! thank you for these!!

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo headcanons #percy jackson and the olympians #answered

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