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yeonjunszn · 1 year

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like hot summer ☼

pairing park sunghoon x f!reader

word count 8k

genres fluff﹒slight angst ﹒smut

warnings 18+ minors dni, mature language, best friends to lovers trope, sharing a bed/room trope, insufferable heeseung + slightly less insufferable jake, features enha jay, txt beomgyu, taehyun, and huening + skz jeongin, also features nct dream, i’m so sorry for doing u so dirty jisung 💔, mentions of alcohol, hoon is kinda mean for like a singular second, vaginal fingering, marking?, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it 😒), finishing inside, Lots of Kissing, they’re kinda gross at the end like i made myself mad with how cute they were being so of course i had to ruin it… u’ll see 😇

summary you’ve been best friends for years now, so why does the idea of sharing a room with him get you so flustered?

more HAPPY 900 FOLLOWERS!! thank u guys so much for giving me this platform to write even if it is for boys who have no idea i exist 😭 writing has always been something very dear to me since a young age and i’m so grateful for being able to get this far on this site. i’ve had an issue with reach in the past and this blog has been nothing but kind to me. i’m forever indebted to all of u and my future followers 🫶 here’s a small token of my appreciation — i havent written anything nsfw since ? march ? i believe 💀 so i apologize if this is rough.. it was originally a vernon fic before i decided not to write for svt anymore and i actually started it in july 😭😭 which is why it’s another summer based fic LMFAOAOAO anyways it was supposed to be like 5k and i got carried away so here u go <3

“please do not take those with you.”

you look up from the suitcase you were stuffing clothes in, a pair of your most comfortable underwear currently in your hands. heeseung gives you a dissatisfied look, standing from his spot in your desk chair to snatch them and throw the garment behind him.

“okay? what the hell?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“we’re going on a trip where you’ll most likely be meeting new people. i don’t think you want to be dressed like a grandma when you do.” he explains with an eye roll, as if it was obvious.

“first of all, rude, they’re cute. second of all, i don’t plan on sleeping around,” you frown, glancing behind him at your poor underwear on the floor. “i should’ve just asked hoon to help me pack. you suck.”

“i’m pretty sure he’d also tell you to ditch the granny-panties.” he shrugs, sitting back on the rolling chair.

“n-no! i wouldn’t have even let him see me packing my undergarments.” you say defensively.

“you’ve been best friends this long and he’s never seen your underwear at least once? what makes me so special.” the brunette snorts.

“you’re… you.”

he gasps in feign offense, slapping his chest. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“don’t take it personally! i’d probably let jake see my underwear too,” you defend your words, rifling through your clothes to make sure everything you needed was good to go. when you glance up at heeseung, he has a grimace on his face and you realize what you just said. “stop it! i meant because i see you both like brothers, so it wouldn’t be weird.”

“there are two things to be discussed here; one being the fact that you’d let bitchless, has never felt the touch of a woman in his life, jake sim, see your underwear— even if you think of him as a brother. and two being the fact that sunghoon is somehow different despite knowing him the same amount of time as us.” he raises an eyebrow as you turn to your dresser in search for a pair of replacement panties, since he so graciously tossed aside your favorites, then zip your suitcase shut.

with a grunt, you lug the thing off your bed, checking your appearance in the mirror since you were getting picked up soon. you peek over your shoulder at the brunette, narrowing your eyes. “i hope you know that you’re the absolute bane of my existence, lee heeseung.”

a couple hours later you find yourself sipping on a margarita, poolside at the airbnb you and your friends were renting. the beach was within walking distance, but you didn’t feel like going so you stayed back by yourself. you didn’t mind it at all, because it was probably the only chance you’d get to be alone in a house full of boys.

nine of you crammed into a single house was not ideal, especially considering you were the only girl in your group, but you planned this trip every year. loud, gross, and annoying antics aside, you loved them more than anything. (except maybe when they asked you to set any of them up with one of your girl friends.)

you also felt like you needed a bit of reprieve before you called it a night, since you weren’t given the privilege of your own room this time. all of you made the grave mistake of putting beomgyu in charge of booking the airbnb and his dumbass forgot until about a month ago, when he scrambled to find something within everyone’s standards and big enough to accommodate your large party. and while he was able to secure something, it did mean you’d have to have a roommate.

everyone agreed that it’d be okay if it was just you and one other person to respect your boundaries. rooming arrangements varied from year to year depending on how you decided, but this was the first time you were included. the boys got straight into it the moment you all set foot on the property, arguing in the front yard while you figured out how to work the keypad on the door. due to your ignorance to their shenanigans, you didn’t know who your temporary roommate was until the whole ordeal was a done deal.

before anything was set in stone, there was a unanimous choice to give you and whoever you ended up with the master bedroom, because none of them wanted you biting their heads off for hogging the bathroom. in the first room (the one next to the master), was heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin, delegated by a game of rock paper scissors. by some miracle or just sheer dumb luck, the three idiots wound up together and celebrated by hugging in a circle and jumping around like elementary schoolers. the second room went to jay, jake, taehyun, and kai. this left one person— park sunghoon.

had you participated in the actual game, you would’ve started a riot to switch roommates. hell, you’d even share a room with jake, and that said everything about how you were feeling towards this situation.

it’s not that you didn’t want to room with sunghoon, per se, it was more like you were afraid to room with him. he was decently calm and an easy person to get along with for the most part. except his ability to tease you in any situation lit a fire under you. his jokes that would seem belittling to anyone else felt flirty and it drove you crazy. all of the guys in your friend group were good looking, but you always found yourself gravitating more towards sunghoon. (besides, you could never in a million years see yourself making out with someone like taehyun; who you thought was quite honestly prettier than you or beomgyu; who enjoyed personally talking your ear off every opportunity he got.)

when the boys finally come back from the beach, the sun has set and you, yourself, had just returned from picking up dinner. the nine of you ate with comfortable conversation here and there, exhausted from the long day you just had, before drawing the evening to a close.

you feel awkward trudging up the stairs to your room with sunghoon in tow, like if you say the wrong thing you’ll alter the entire course of your friendship. he tells you that you can shower first and so you do, but halfway through, you realize you forgot to grab you clothes on the way in. you curse at yourself as you rinse your body wash, switching off the water.

you wrap your towel around yourself timidly, well aware that it’s the only thing stopping sunghoon from seeing your bare body. with a gulp, you reach for the door handle, pushing it open slowly. he’s sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, uninformed of your presence. you kneel down to your suitcase to quickly grab what you need so you can rush back into the bathroom and change, but the universe hates you and doesn’t think it should be that easy.

“shit shit shit shit,”

you frantically sift through your clothes after getting your undergarments, only for your pajamas to be missing. you remember packing them and you know heeseung was there when you—

you were going to murder lee heeseung.

fuck him and his overt desire to make your life a living hell. first there was the underwear thing and now this. did he not think your care bear pajamas were cute enough to bring on this trip? either way, you couldn’t wait to strangle him, your fingers wiggling in anticipation.

“hey, is everything okay?” sunghoon’s voice calls out, pulling you away from your nefarious plotting. your eyes widen almost comically because you’re still very much naked under your towel and you don’t have clothes to sleep in.

“uh— i— i think i forgot to pack— i mean— i can’t find my pajamas.” you admit shamefully, too embarrassed to look up at him.

the bed creaks lightly, notifying you that he got up. you stand from your crouched position, careful not to accidentally flash him. he rummages through his own suitcase, spinning around to toss a t-shirt at you. you catch it with your free hand and your cheeks are still impossibly warm. you’re not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, or if he really did rake his vision over your figure.

your heart is racing mortifyingly fast so you give him a tight lipped smile and raise your hand in thanks, bringing it back down just as fast when you think about the fact that you were holding your underwear in the same hand.

you think that’s the fastest you’ve ever run away from something, leaning back against the door while pressing the back of your palm to your forehead, your chest heaving. confidence wasn’t a weakness to you and it pissed you off to no end that it seemed to be only when sunghoon was around that you acted like a complete clown.

there was no chance of you surviving this trip.

the following day, you and the boys had gone out for an early lunch. because you were such a big group, they split you into two different tables. yours consisted of jake, heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin. the entire time you kept your glare on the brunette sitting directly across from you, even as you shoveled rice into your mouth.

“woah, y/n. if looks could kill, hee would be dead by now.” jake laughs, pointing at you with his chopsticks.

“good,” you say flatly. “that’s what i want.”

heeseung looks thoroughly offended by your statement, clicking his tongue in response. “i don’t know why you hate me so much.”

“oh really?” you ask with a small scoff, sarcasm leaking through your words.

“what’d he do?” beomgyu snorts, flicking his eyes between you and heeseung curiously.

you don’t take your eyes off of the latter, rather you give him an even harsher stare than before. you squint slightly, crossing your legs and leaning back into your chair. “he was with me when i was packing my clothes yesterday and when i went to change after i got out of the shower last night, my pajamas were missing. and i swear i packed them. i even double checked my suitcase.”

jeongin purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. “the care bear pajamas?”

“the care bear pajamas!” you exclaim.

“wow, heeseung, it’s like you’re asking to be suffocated with a pillow in your sleep.”

“that was such an oddly specific cause of death.”

“wait a damn minute! how do you even know it was me? why are you just assuming shit like that?” he defends, picking up his hands like he’s innocent of all crimes. jake holds back a laugh at his reaction and jeongin gives him a deadpan expression.

“why are you being so defensive about it? clearly that means it was you.”

“i agree! i know this is apart of his stupid ‘get-y/n-laid’ agenda. what if i don’t wanna get laid?!” you flail your arms exasperatedly.

beomgyu holds up a finger to halt you, scrunching his eyebrows together. “everyone wants to get laid. you’re no exception.”

you narrow your gaze at him as if to say ‘not helping’ and he shuts up, squeezing his lips together. if there was anything he could’ve said in that moment, that was not it. especially not when you were trying to prove your case. you were an independent woman! you didn’t need to sleep around if you didn’t want to! (you did, with a specific person, but that's besides the point.)

“so what’d you end up wearing to sleep?” jeongin asks, resting his chin in his palm before gasping. “wow, n/n, sunghoon got to see you half naked?”

“no! he lent me a shirt!” you dispute frantically.

“boring,” jake drags out the o. “i think i have an extra you can borrow for tonight if you don’t wanna wear that one again.”

“please, you’re a lifesaver, jake,” you clasp your hands together. “unlike someone by the name of lee heeseung, who’s currently on my hit list. you better sleep with one eye open by the way.”

“could you be a little quiet with it though? i share a room with him.” beomgyu throws in.

“don’t worry, gyu. i've been googling different ways that would be silent, quick, and successful.” you fist bump him, before resuming your eating.

“i don’t get why you’re not groveling at my feet and thanking me right now. i did you a favor, you know,” heeseung huffs, his words slightly muffled by the food filling his mouth. “you get to keep his shirt and sleep in the same bed as him. isn’t that a win?”

“i don’t like him like that, seung.” you say a bit harsher than you intended. the table grows quiet at your outburst, even if they all speculate that you’re lying. the silence causes the other table to look over in concern.

whether you’re just extremely unlucky, or the gods actually think you’re a waste of a human being, you don’t know, but things keep screwing up in your favor. you make accidental eye contact with sunghoon, whose lips are slightly turned downward when he sees how distressed you appear.

it pisses you off.

it pisses you off because all you want to do is kiss those same lips until you can’t breathe. you want him to press them all over your skin, making you hot and bothered. you want him to whisper sweet sweet nothings into your ear and pepper little smooches along the shell of it with them. it pisses you off because you know he doesn’t feel the same.

and it’s so fucking annoying.

you’re probably the only girl he’d never see that way, thanks to the long history you share. you’ll always be another one of the guys to him. you’re someone he knows will be there for him to fall back on when a talking stage fails. you’re someone he knows will sit there and listen to his tales of how he got his dick wet, listen to his bragging.

it should deter your feelings, honestly. not only due to the fact that you have no chance with him, but because he was your best friend. you shouldn’t be mad at him for treating you as such. except you can’t help that you are.

after lunch, the group decided you might as well have another beach day, seeing as it was within walking distance from the airbnb. since you weren’t much of a beach fan (you hated the salty air and, even worse, the sand), the boys allowed you to pick the activity for the night.

there was a club you passed by on your way back from the restaurant that looked intriguing, so that was what you landed on.

you watched your friends mess around by the water as you stayed planted on a beach towel under an umbrella, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. your body weight rested on your palms as you leaned back, soaking up the warmth on your skin. your cute white, shimmery bikini was a head turner, guys staring as they walked by you, ogling at your sunbathing.

you half hoped someone would just go up to you instead of drooling from afar, but at the same time, the thought of a stranger approaching you made you nervous. though, it would provide a decent distraction.

you try to act surprised when someone finally takes the bait.

he’s an attractive guy, you’ll admit, with dark hair that falls onto his forehead, slightly in his eyes which are also obscured by a pair of sunglasses. he ruffles it a bit before dropping himself on the sand beside you. he doesn’t talk for a few minutes, just copying your actions.

a small smile makes way onto your lips at his nonchalance and you turn to face him, pushing your shades up on top of your head. he does the same, giving you his own smile. now that you have a full view of his features, you can 100% say that he’s indeed handsome.

with an extended hand, he says, “hi, i’m park jisung.”

you return the gesture, shaking it with a firm grip. “l/n y/n.”

“wow, pretty name for a pretty girl. your parents must’ve known what they were doing.” he flirts with a laugh, almost like it’s second nature for him.

you can’t hide how bashful the compliment makes you, a tiny giggle bubbling from your chest. the bikini gave you a confidence boost when you put it on, but despite that, you were still you. so hearing little things like that always made you shy, especially because you weren’t used to it. how could you? being friends with a bunch of boys and all, guys never really cared to look in your direction.

“do you say that to every girl you meet, park jisung?” you manage to tease back, proud of yourself for recovering so quickly.

his smile morphs into a grin, his teeth peeking through his lips, and his eyes crinkle at the sides. “nope. just the really pretty ones.”

you tilt your chin into your shoulder as you feel heat spread across your cheeks. how was this guy so smooth? it’s like he knew exactly what you wanted/needed to hear and kept saying it.

when you compose yourself, you continue your conversation with jisung. it’s comfortable, even if you’d never met him before today, and it feels like you’ve known him for a while. you learn that he’s also on a trip with his friends, the six of them stationed just a few umbrellas over to your left. (he groans when you catch them spying on the two of you.) then he tells you that he noticed you earlier and his friends had finally convinced him to shoot his shot.

“you know, if you’d come up to me sooner, i would’ve been a lot less bored,” you sigh, scooting a little closer to him. “my friends have been ignoring me since we got here and i fucking hate the beach.”

he chuckles at that, subtly brushing his fingers against yours. “sorry about that. i guess you’re glad i saved the day, huh?”

“very,” you link your pinkie with his. “so, we’re going out later tonight to some club called allure? i think? it’d be really cool if you went, just saying. you can bring your friends.”

“that sounds like fun. maybe you’ll see us there,” he shrugs, nudging your foot with his. “depends on how bad you wanna see me.”

“nooo, don’t do me like that, jisung,” you whine halfheartedly, covering your face with your free hand. “i would like to see you there, but i don’t wanna beg.”

jisung laughs at how cute you are, poking your cheek with a nod. “okay okay, you convinced me. i’ll tell the guys.”

“okay, cool.” you breathe, tangling your fingers with his as you both stare at each other goofily. you almost lean in, the gap between you only disrupted by a centimeter, but then a throat clears itself and you jump apart.

it seemed that the guys all finally noticed you weren’t alone and decided to pay attention to you. you make eye contact with sunghoon and feel a shudder run down your spine, trying your hardest to conceal it.

“hey, y/n, who’s this?” he asks, albeit passively.

“oh, this is jisung. him and his friends are gonna meet us at the club tonight!” you give him a tight lipped smile, glancing over to gauge jisung’s reaction. he doesn’t look too fazed by their presence, instead standing up so he could introduce himself to each of them.

you sputter at the action, surprised that he was so willing to be buddy-buddy with the boys. you assume it’s because he isn’t too intimidated by them, considering they’d been ignorant toward your presence until now.

after he’s done, he turns to you and puffs his cheeks, blowing air between his lips. “i guess i better get going. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm,” you rub his arm. “see you tonight, ji.”

the nickname makes him grin and he ruffles your hair before bidding you all a goodbye. your eyes follow as he walks over to his friends, who are fist bumping in celebration of his success with you. your smile doesn’t go away as you look back at your own friends.

jake jumps up and down, shaking you aggressively by the shoulders. “y/n, holy shit! rizz master or what?”

beomgyu and jeongin burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, falling into each other as you roll your eyes. jake would be the one to use such a gen z term at his age. “please never call me that again.”

“well jakey, looks like she won’t need your shirt tonight after all. chances are she’ll use jisung’s instead.” heeseung jokes, smacking your arm playfully.

you cover your face with both hands to shelter how embarrassed they’re making you feel. rule number one for being best friends with a bunch of boys— don’t. they’re nothing but menaces. and if you happen to acquire a friend group of just males— don’t let them meet your significant other.

as you wrap up your day at the beach, so you could head back to the airbnb to get ready for your night out, you realize sunghoon is keeping to himself a lot. and you don’t know what to make of that.

you feel like a million bucks if you’re being completely honest with yourself. you packed one of the nicest dresses you owned in case you needed it and you were so glad you did. it would’ve been awkward rolling up to the club in shorts and a bikini top— though you’re sure management has probably seen that before.

it was gold and sparkly, with spaghetti straps and a lace-up back, low cut enough that it was cute rather than overly revealing. you styled your hair to preference and kept the makeup simple, soft glam that didn’t distract from the outfit. this was the prettiest you felt in weeks— months even— and it was a comforting change of pace.

when you step out of the bathroom, sunghoon is laying on his back on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sound of your heels clacking on the wooden floor forces him to sit up. “how long does it take to—?”

his words die out once he sees you, his throat going dry and his stomach tightening with an incessant knot. you look so gorgeous, it almost makes him angry that it’s not for him. never in your seven years of friendship has he ever seen you put this much effort in your appearance. (he thinks that’s why he feels himself getting worked up.)

“woah, missy, you’re not leaving the house looking like that. where’s your coat?” he raises an eyebrow, masking the icky feeling brewing inside of him.

“hoon, it’s like a hundred degrees out. we’re in the middle of a heatwave at the peak of the summer, the fuck do i need a coat for?” you counter with a scoff, shoving your phone and some lip gloss along with your credit card and ID in the little clutch you were taking with you.

“i’m just saying,” he shrugs. “you’re practically wearing a piece of cloth, you might get cold.”

“shut up, i’ll be fine.” you snort, exiting the room and leaving him scrambling for control of himself.

the rest of the guys are already waiting downstairs, whistling and hollering once you reach the bottom of the steps. jake tells you to do a little twirl, cheering you on like he was best friends with bella hadid or something. (you won't admit that it fuels your ego.)

“where’s sunghoon?” jay asks crouching to see if he was visible from where he was standing.

“i don’t know, but he’s being weird. my vote is we leave without him.” taehyun holds up a finger, pursing his lips as if he was being totally serious about his suggestion. you laugh at his expression, flicking his forehead.

“don’t be mean, tyun.”

a couple minutes later, sunghoon finally makes his way downstairs, looking conflicted about something. as much as you wanna ask, you know you shouldn’t get into it right now, so you choose not to.

jisung and his group are already at the club when you arrive and he waves you over to the high tables they secured. he introduces you to his six friends; mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, and chenle. once you’ve met them, the two of you introduce your own friends to each other. it makes you happy that they seem to hit it off, breaking off into smaller cliques.

you and jisung wander off to the bar, ordering some drinks for yourselves. he helps you sit at one of the stools, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. it doesn’t take long for the bartender to hand you your poison for the night and you take a gulp with a wince, letting the alcohol burn in its course down your throat.

“you look really good, by the way,” jisung compliments, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin that peeks through the straps in the back of your dress. “i didn’t get to tell you when you got here.”

his mouth brushes your ear as he speaks so you can hear him over the booming top forties music playing. there’s not nearly enough alcohol in your system to warrant the heat blooming under your skin so soon. you just giggle in response, spinning in your chair so you’re facing him. you hold your straw between two fingers as you sip at your beverage, looking up at him through thick lashes coated in mascara.

“you’re really something else, y/n,” he shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink before you return to your friends. “i’m gonna use the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

you nod with a smile when he pets your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. it catches you off guard, but you don’t mind it one bit. at least someone was interested in you for once.

heeseung squeezes his way through the crowd to you and narrows his eyes, taking a hold of either side of your head. your cheeks squish together and your lips form a pout, so no matter how annoyed you try to come across, you just look silly. your attempts to get him off of you are futile, making you raise a brow to find out why he was being so touchy-feely.

“i still cannot believe you managed to make moves while you were alone. i literally never saw this coming.”

god, lee heeseung was such a lightweight.

“can you stop being sentimental? it’s kinda gross.” you grimace, your words mushed together much like your cheeks. it’s at this point that jake decides to join in, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

(jake sim was also a lightweight.)

“i love you guys! i’m so glad we’re here together right now!”

you spot jisung coming back from the restroom, pleading for him to save you with your eyes. he laughs and inserts himself in the conversation. “i appreciate you guys watching over y/n for me while i was gone, but do you think i can steal her back?”

“i guess,” jake sighs dramatically, dragging out the s. “but you better bring her back in one piece, park.”

jisung salutes to the brunette, even if he wasn’t at all intimidated by his overprotective parent persona, and whisks you away to get more drinks and then to hit the dance floor. the moment your foot reaches the tiled ground, a summer walker song starts, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind.

you keep one arm wrapped around jisung’s neck as you begin to sway your hips with the music, taking swigs of your drink every now and then. his is long forgotten in favor of gripping your waist like you’d run away any second. you have him wrapped around your finger, the way he’s fixated on you and your movements has your head spinning. but when you glance towards the general direction all of your friends were in, you accidentally make eye contact with none other than park sunghoon.

he’s glaring right at you, making no attempt to hide the distaste on his features while he watches you dance. you keep the eye contact when jisung leans into your neck, his nose grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

usually you’d fold then and there, crumbling in his hands and letting him take you home for the night. but there’s something about the darkness in sunghoon’s gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, not the person you were currently grinding into on the dance floor. it sends your mind into a frenzy.

your blissful ignorance to the amount of attraction you truly felt for him was causing more problems than solving them. here you were, a nice guy treating you like an absolute princess, but still thirsting after one of your best friends with not a single ounce of fucking shame. years of pent up frustration and insufferable pining bubble over, and you don’t stop yourself from what you’re about to do next.

you pull back from jisung, finally breaking the staring contest between you and sunghoon, and smile at him, pushing some hair out of his eyes. he gives you a look of utter confusion and you huff. “i’m sorry, but i’m feeling a little tired. i think the drinks are getting to me.”

“do you want me to drop you off at your place?” he asks, so sweetly it actually makes you feel bad about your true intentions. you shake your head ‘no’.

“it’s okay, you can stay here with your friends. i’ll just ask one of the boys,” you respond, patting his cheek. “one of the sober ones.”

“alright, if you insist. just be careful and text me later, yeah?” he gives you that award winning grin that made you weak at the knees just moments ago. this time you don’t give him a verbal response, too afraid of your voice betraying you.

you still don’t say anything as you grab your clutch from the table where your group was at, flickering your vision to sunghoon once before you walk out of the club. the air is cooler than this afternoon, serving as a nice contrast to your warm, sticky skin. your ears are still ringing from the blaring music and you’re pleasantly buzzed, but you feel great.

the sound inside the club travels outside for a second when the door opens and closes, signaling that someone had just walked out. you don’t want to risk the backwards glance in case it’s not who you’re hoping it is and you feel dumb. you opt to stare at the cars passing on the street, hugging yourself.

there’s the ghost of a touch on the small of your back and a broad chest pressed to your shoulders, causing you to jump slightly. “ditched that dude finally?”

you swallow thickly, his deep voice reverberating in your bones. “and if i did?”

sunghoon chuckles, his fingers dancing around the knot of your dress. “then i won’t have to feel like an asshole for what i’m about to do to you.”

you squeak as he starts to push you in the direction of the airbnb, your feet carrying you as fast as you can with your heels. the walk is silent except for the clicking against the concrete sidewalk, but it’s heavy with tension. half of you wants to say something, to ask what’s even happening. you don’t even realize he’s punching the numbers into the keypad and pulling you into the house until you’re pinned to the shut door, nose skimming yours.

sunghoon has a desperate grip around your wrists, breathing like he’d just ran a marathon. you stare up at him with wide eyes. you’re not entirely sure what you were hoping for when you executed this plan, but this wasn’t anywhere near the list of outcomes. in fact, you were positive that park sunghoon didn’t feel any sort of attraction to you.

“hoon,” you gasp, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

he grins, his canines peeking through those lips of his that looked so soft. “you look so pretty tonight, n/n. can’t believe i get to have you all to myself.”

your head feels empty, like there’s nothing but cotton filling your skull where your brain should be. this was something out of a dream for you, something you’d only ever seen in your darkest fantasies. you wanted him to kiss you so badly it was beginning to ache. your head tilts to the side just a bit, your eyes alternating between his mouth and his own.

“need you,” you whisper, voice airy. “‘ve been waiting for this for so long.”

he connects your lips at that, a burning fever behind his actions as he does so. the dizziness doesn’t go away, instead amplifying. he releases your wrists in favor of grabbing at your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin. you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at the silky strands, forcing a groan out of him. kissing sunghoon is sickening. it’s exactly how they describe it in books, the stomach churning and the goosebumps and all. this morning, you never would’ve thought you’d be here, but you’re completely satisfied with this turn of events.

“bedroom,” he breathes. “don’t want anyone seeing you like this but me.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice, your heels discarded at the bottom of the stairs. the minute you’re in your shared room, his mouth is hot on yours again and you’re collapsing on to the bed. his hands are everywhere and there’s too many clothes between you. you slide your hands under his shirt, grazing your nails along his abdomen, smiling when it tenses under your touch. he gets the memo, removing his shirt and tossing it haphazardly behind him. you fumble with the button of his jeans and he laughs at how needy you are, solidifying just how real this moment actually is.

you notice that he’s already hard once his pants are gone and you palm his bulge as you lean back in for another kiss. he sighs into your mouth, reaching around your back to untie the knot on your dress. the straps fall instantaneously, the front of the fabric slipping down to reveal your bare chest. sunghoon’s lips move from yours to your jaw and along the column of your neck until he’s at your chest, looking up at you as he leaves open mouthed kisses all over your tits. you moan softly when the warmth of his mouth envelopes a sensitive nipple, slipping your dress off all the way so you’re left in nothing but your panties.

he steps back for a second to kick the article of clothing away, before caging your body with his. “i’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress all night. it pissed me off that you didn’t put it on for me, but he doesn’t get to see you all fucked out untouched, now does he?”

you shake your head, but that doesn’t satisfy him. his thumb finds your clit through the thin material of your underwear, rubbing tight circles into it to get a reaction from you. your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut, but it’s not enough for him. he grabs your chin a little forcefully, smushing your cheeks together like heeseung did earlier— however there was nothing wholesome about this moment.

“i asked you a fucking question.” sunghoon all but growls.

“n-no, hoon. only you,” you whimper, his mean demeanor turning you on even more. you’re embarrassed by the wet patch forming on the front of your panties and deep deep down you’re thanking lee heeseung for throwing the other pair out of your suitcase. (very very very deep down— you’d never give him the benefit of being right.)

“that’s my good girl,” he hooks his fingers into the waistband, glancing at you for confirmation. “are we really going through with this? you can back out now.”

your heart thumps disgustingly loud in your ears at how sincere he sounds and you pray to god that he can’t hear it. “sunghoon, i’m laying half naked in front of you right now— if you don’t fuck me—”

“alright alright… you got it,” he laughs that cute laugh of his, the one he reserves solely for you. the one that has crows feet forming at the corners of his eyes. it drives you crazier than anything else he’s done the entire night.

sunghoon slides your underwear down your legs with one hand, the other propping himself up to hover over you. you kick them off, biting your lip and hissing when he decides to run a finger up your slit. he curses as he watches how your arousal coats the digit. all you’ve done is kiss and you’re dripping.

“you’re soaked, baby,” he practically groans, pecking your jaw. “gonna ruin your pussy so you know who you belong to.”

you whine when he thrusts a finger in without warning, quickly adding a second and massaging your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. your head rolls back as moans and expletives spill from your mouth. sunghoon takes the opportunity to mark you as his, sucking and biting your neck and chest like he was a leech, ensuring bruises formed in his wake. he finds the sweet spot at your pulse point, curling his fingers at the same time he nips at it.

“f-fuck, right th-there, hoonie,” you mewl, instinctively spreading your legs wider.

at this rate, you don’t think you’ll last much longer.

you know he can tell too with the way he speeds up the pace of his fingers. you clench around them and he connects your lips once again, his tongue tangling with yours messily. it’s so sloppy and so aggressive, but it’s perfect. it’s so sunghoon.

he keeps working at you, kissing everywhere he can until he pushes the right buttons to make you fall apart in his hands. when he finally finds it— a little nibble to your earlobe— your back arches further into him, your moans uncontrollable and incomprehensible as your orgasm washes over you. the skill of his mouth and hands has you reeling from the experience knowing no one else could ever make you feel like this ever again.

once you’ve come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking them so he can taste you and all that you are. he groans before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you sigh in content.

“if you cum like that just from my fingers, i can’t wait to see how you look with my cock,” he mutters into your mouth, evoking a whine out of you. “so gorgeous.”

sunghoon steps away to remove his underwear, revealing himself to you. you have to stop yourself from drooling, reaching out to stroke his length languidly. he hisses as he goes back in for another kiss, biting on your lower lip when your thumb swipes over the slit on his sensitive tip.

he drags you to the edge of the bed, pushing away your hands so he can guide himself to your entrance. “are you ready for me, baby?”

“mhm,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer— if possible. “want you so bad, sunghoon.”

the sound of his name leaving your lips so filthily has the blood rushing from his brain to his dick even faster than before. he slips in easily, your arousal lubricating enough for him to bottom out almost completely. his balls slap against your ass when he does, his cock sheathed inside of you so far it’s like it’s poking your stomach.

his pace starts slow and consistent, his hips rocking into yours with timed thrusts that hit deep. your legs feel weak and your head is spinning, drunk off of his cock and how good it is. but it’s not satisfying you, you need more. you want more.

your heels dig into the dip of his lower back and you mewl, “faster, p-please.”

“anything for you, pretty girl.” he grunts, using one hand to grip your hip and the other to form a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging your head back so he can rest his forehead in the crook of your neck.

sunghoon angles his hips and pistons his cock into you quicker. each thrust is punctuated by his pelvis snapping into your own harshly and his fistful of your hair stinging your scalp. his hold on your waist is nearly bruising, but you don’t really care, too high from the pleasure he’s providing you. your moans raise in volume as you feel the band in your belly grow tighter.

your pussy clenches around him and he releases your hair in favor of rubbing tight circles into your clit. the stimulation of his cock driving in and out of you combined with his thumb on your most sensitive area has alarms blaring in your head as a warning for your second incoming orgasm. “i’m so so close, hoon, fuck— just like that,”

“c’mon baby, you can give it to me,” he coos, changing his angle again so he reaches that spongy spot in your cunt.

you swear you can see spots when it crashes onto you, your whole body spasming with the intensity of it. sunghoon prolongs your orgasm, still thrusting into you with a purpose. you know he’s closer to his edge too from how desperate he’s moving and the whines leaving his lips. you’re so sensitive it’s making you insane, but you allow him to keep abusing your pussy.

“where do you want me?” he asks breathily, his sweaty forehead sticking to your skin.

“inside,” you moan, your toes curling. “cum inside me, sunghoon,”

he just about loses it at that, fucking into you with everything he can manage and sinking his nails into the fat of your hips to hold you still. you’re overstimulated and your brain is foggy so you keep squirming around, involuntarily squeezing your walls around his length. it’s not too much later that he finally releases, painting your cunt with milky white ropes of cum.

he slumps forward once he’s given all he has to offer, his chest flat against yours while he attempts to regulate his breathing. the two of you lie there for a bit, recovering from what just happened. eventually he pulls out and disappears into the bathroom, only to return with a warm and damp washcloth seconds after. he hands it to you wordlessly and you awkwardly clean yourself up, wincing due to the acute sensitivity you were feeling. sunghoon sits beside you, naked and silent.

you think it’s funny how he was so confident not even ten minutes ago and now he’s acting like a shy teenager. you know you have to talk about the situation at hand and what it means for your relationship, but in this moment, the cloudiness of your head subsided, that fear of rejection has creeped back in. was it just a temporary lapse of judgment on his part? did he just feel attraction towards you because you dolled yourself up for once?

the insecurity rushes in like a tsunami wave and you want nothing more than to get out of here before you drown.

“i—”

“we—”

you both speak at the same time, cutting each other off before you can continue. he gestures for you to go first and you sigh, reaching for the t-shirt thrown over the bedpost from this morning. you slip it on, along with your discarded underwear, to hide your body, comparatively aware of how exposed you were. he follows suit, putting his underwear back on.

“i think i should sleep somewhere else tonight.” you say, your tone uneasy.

sunghoon’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “w-what? why?”

“it’s already awkward enough,” you avoid his eyes. “i don’t think sleeping in the same bed is gonna help.”

“i was just trying to put together the right words,” he explains, brows still furrowed. “i don’t wanna give you a half assed confession after we just had sex, y’know? you deserve something more intimate than that.”

you blink, thrown for a loop by his admission. well now you felt like an idiot.

“c-confession?” you stutter, resembling a cartoon character with your jaw on the ground.

“did you— did you think i was gonna treat this as a random hookup?” his lips form a frown, like he was offended by your assumption.

“um, yeah? i mean, you never really expressed any interest in me before tonight, sunghoon. you’ve only ever talked about other girls you’ve fucked around with. you can’t really blame me.” you play with the hem of the (his) t-shirt.

his hand finds its way under your chin, lifting it so you have to look at him. the glint in his eyes is soft and you will away the tears threatening to appear. “you really have no idea huh?”

“what are you talking about?” you sniffle.

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you for like five years. any time i’ve talked about another girl, it was to see whether or not you seemed bothered by it. did you actually think i felt nothing for you?” sunghoon snorts, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek.

“yeah,” you laugh, feeling a little silly for not knowing he liked you this entire time. “i guess i was blinded by my own emotions.”

“that’s why it made me mad that you were hitting it off so well with that jisung guy,” he holds one of your hands in his lap, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. “i kinda figured you felt the same, but i was starting to doubt it after that.”

“hoon, i was only doing that ‘cause i thought i had no chance with you,” you shake your head. “if you had told me sooner, all of this could’ve been prevented.”

“or if you told me sooner.” he adds with a shrug.

you lightly poke his chest with a playful eye roll. he smiles at you fondly and you think this is perfect. you weren’t expecting the night to go in this direction, but you definitely aren’t complaining. somehow you feel like heeseung is to thank, in an odd way. (you’d never let him know that though.)

“can i kiss you again? for real this time?” sunghoon asks, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

you nod, leaning into him so you can connect your lips in a sweet kiss. it’s not full of hunger or desire, but it still has that same passion from earlier. it’s loving and it’s everything you’ve ever needed from a kiss with park sunghoon.

you don’t get to indulge in the moment any longer, though, a thud sounding outside your room and hushed voices filtering from under the door. you and sunghoon share a look.

“shut the fuck up, they’re gonna hear us!”

“you’re the one being loud, what are you saying?”

“jake shut your fucking mouth, don’t back talk me.”

“wait why are they quiet?”

“shhh!”

sunghoon scoffs before he opens the door, revealing your friends all gathered in front of it. jake and kai fall forward, ears first. they give you guilty smiles when they realize they’ve been caught, chuckling uncomfortably.

“beomgyu, you owe me five bucks.” heeseung says when he takes notice of the clothes strewn across the room.

nevermind. lee heeseung truly was the bane of your existence.

#im sorry 👁️👄👁️#enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enha smut #enha sunghoon #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #yeonjunszn

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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Hey bestie!!! I don’t know if your asks are open. If not just yeet this out. Buuuut

May I pretty pretty please get a fem! Vamp Reader fic with maybe being a mate of Paul and Marko (best two to be in between—) who’s got like a rocker style,,,,I mean yk my style but? 👉👈 👁️👁️

And maybe some smut. I feral for them-🤭😇

(Also just realized I can’t put pictures in this damn. I was gonna give you an meme angel emoji 😭♥️

Ilysmmm and you’re doing amazing!!! Keep up the fabulous work!!! 🥹♥️♥️

Waiting for a Girl Like You🌹

Marko/Paul/Female!Reader

Summary: You have the most gorgeous men in all of California wrapped around your finger. Even though they're vampires, you love them so much. Soon they'll make you one of them, and it's a very pleasurable change~

Thank you @auntvamp for the request! I hope you enjoy this! Everyone, give Auntie some love! ♥️

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Poly Throuple, Flirting, Pet names, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Nipple play, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Language Kink, Threesome, Creampie, Blood drinking, Vampire transformation, Song lyrics

You were a bombshell in every sense of the word. Beautiful, blonde, stylish. Wherever you went, heads turned and eyes widened as men and women alike stared in awe at you. It was quite the ego stroke to get that kind of attention.

But there was much more to you than looks. You had many passions and dreams to keep your spirits high. The skills you had in makeup were professional-level, you had a deep love of painting, and you were a hardcore fan of all things rock-and-roll. It felt like there was a music video going on in your head, constantly spinning you around with the fun tunes you loved so much.

Everything that made you the way you were caught the attention of two other blondies. Marko and Paul, you adoring lovers. It was at a record store where you met the two of them. Your hand fell on a Van Halen record, as did the hand of another shopper. To your surprise, the other person interested was a lot like you. Blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed like someone in a rock band.

You were immediately in love with the gorgeous stranger, and the look in his eyes told you he felt the same.

As if that weren’t already amazing, it got even better. A shorter boy with long curls dressed in leather and patches came up to him, holding some cassette tapes to show off. His words were cut short when he saw what had caught his friend’s gaze.

You didn’t think it was possible to fall in love twice in a matter of seconds, but it turned out to be so. It was just meant to be.

Marko and Paul swept you off your feet in no time. They asked you out on three-person dates to the boardwalk almost every night. Even if it was the same location, there was always something new and exciting to do. Sometimes they’d take you to romantic dinners and let you get your favorite foods. Sometimes they’d show you the wildest rides at the theme park. You had a growing collection of stuffed animals from all the carnival games they had mastered.

When it first started out, you worried that one of them would get jealous of the other. That they would start fighting over you and insist you pick one of them. It was your worst nightmare, as you couldn’t possibly imagine having one of them instead of both. Thankfully, they worked so well together giving you equal attention and love. You were more than happy to give that love back.

The true challenge in your relationship was learning they were vampires.

It was a miracle that you took it so well in the long run. They were true, honest-to-God monsters that hunted and devoured humans for sustenance, yet you still longed to be with them. Paul was still that lovable goofball who liked to dance around at concerts with you. Marko was still the artistic soul with a sense of playfulness and mischief. You would never stop loving them, and it relieved them both to know they hadn’t driven you away.

The three of you had a true bond, and it was about to get stronger.

They had invited you over for a night in at their cave hideout. You practically lived there at that point, having a special room in one of the alcoves that was full of your stuff. Band posters, makeup, slim, black outfits, leather jackets, rollers, and a mountain of pillows and blankets to keep you warm in the chilly cave. It was so nice to be able to call it your second home.

Marko and Paul were eagerly waiting for you on the couch, visibly perking up when you stepped into the room. It warmed your heart to be so wanted.

“There’s my principessa!” Marko cooed, reaching out to take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles. It always got you going whenever he spoke his mother tongue.

“Hey, Sugar! You’re lookin’ fine as hell tonight~” Paul purred, eyeing you up and down in hunger.

You giggled flirtatiously at their sweet words. They always knew exactly what to say to make you feel good. You all but melted into their embrace as they got up from their spot and held you in their arms.

"Hello, my loves," you greeted them, kissing Paul's cheek, and then Marko's. "Where are we going for date night today?"

For a moment, your boys were silent. There was a visible shift in their mood, any sweetness turning sultry as they eyed you hungrily. You knew that look very well. It meant pleasure was going to come your way.

"Actually, we were hoping to…stay in tonight~" Marko said.

"Yeah! We actually have a surprise set up in your room~" Paul whispered, leaning in close to nibble on your ear.

Shivers ran down your spine from the excitement building up inside. You didn't want to waste a second, so you let the two of them lead you from the lobby and down the hall to your special room. The beating of your heart was getting faster as the anticipation built up.

When you finally arrived, your excitement only grew stronger.

The room was decorated beautifully. Rose petals scattered, candles illuminating the space, a silky, red blanket spread over your bed. Paul’s boombox was propped up on the nightstand and playing music from your favorite romantic rock station.

“Do you know what today is, baby~?” Marko whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist as he did so.

You shook your head, as you weren’t sure what the special occasion was. Paul snickered as he nuzzled your neck.

“It’s the one-year anniversary of us telling you that we’re vampires. We wanted to surprise you….and offer you something as a present~”

Your eyes widened as reality washed over you. It wasn’t a secret that the boys wanted you to become one of them. It had been on your mind for quite a while now, but you wanted them to be the ones to decide when the time was right. They were savoring you for who you were as a human, but they adored the idea of spending eternity with their lover.

They stared at you with such intensity. Such passion. You could tell how badly they wanted to claim you in every way. How could you possibly refuse?

As the opening notes of the next song started to play, you sweetly asked for them to take you.

So long, I've been looking too hard

I've been waiting too long

Sometimes I don't know what I will find

I only know it's a matter of time

Paul was the first to kiss you, caressing your cheek as his lips met yours. You loved the way he smiled into each kiss he gave you, expressing how happy he was to be with a woman like you. The two of you worked together to remove your jackets and shoes, already feeling too hot with your clothes on.

Marko stole you away for his own kisses and helped you slip off your top and your skirt. He loved it when you wore skimpy outfits under your trusty leather jacket. It made him act extra handsy. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as he nipped playfully at your lip.

When you love someone

It feels so right, so warm and true

I need to know if you feel it too

With all three of you naked and eager for more, the boys pulled you down on the bed. They absolutely spoiled you with affection, Paul running his tongue along your exposed nipple while Marko sucked at your neck to bruise you with hickies. Sighs fell from your mouth as you relaxed into their touch. They knew just what you liked.

“Lemme fuck you, Sugar. I need you so goddamn bad~” Paul purred. You nodded eagerly, and Marko helped position you so you were leaning up against his strong chest. He pawed at your breasts, holding you close and savoring your body.

Paul was practically salivating while lining himself up to your pussy. The tip of his cock rubbed over your clit, teasing you just a bit. It made you mewl and shiver with desire. Your bottom lip stuck out, giving a silent plea for him to finally fuck you.

Maybe I'm wrong

Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?

This heart of mine has been hurt before

This time I want to be sure

“Shhhhh babygirl, I gotcha~” he cooed as he slid right in. The two of you moaned out, both of you overwhelmed by the pleasure. Marko snickered into your neck as he watched all the fun play out. You could feel his own cock pressing against your ass and his fingers teasing your hole.

“Ooooh Paulie…yes~” you moaned out. He filled you so perfectly as if your bodies were meant to be together. Without even thinking, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and pulled him in closer. Behind you, Marko was keeping you close as well, toying with every sweet, sensitive spot you had.

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

Paul slipped his tongue past your lips, kissing you deeply to express his lust. It made you dizzy as your head clouded, the only thought on your mind being how good the boys made you feel. Meanwhile, you could hear the sound of Marko grunting in your ear while he pushed his lube cock into your ass. The sensation of getting filled even more was making you tremble and shake.

“God fuckin’ damn, I love this ass~” Marko growled. “Like a vice grip on my cock….mmmh…makes me wanna keep you like this forever~”

If all went well tonight, he could possibly fulfill his wish. You wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of your two lovers all night long. Every night could be like this. Three vampires ravishing one another as mates and making the most of immortality. The mere thought only added to your pleasure.

You're so good

When we make love it's understood

It's more than a touch or a word can say

Only in dreams could it be this way

Marko and Paul moved perfectly together, matching each other’s pace of thrusting in both your holes. Their moans were only turning you on more. Your voice mixed with both of theirs, singing out your pleasure. It only encouraged them to keep it up.

“Oooh amore mio….sei tutto per me~” Marko whispered in your ear as he fucked you. He always said the most romantic things in Italian. It never failed to make you blush.

“F-Fuck….shit…I l-love…love you, Sugar~” Paul moaned, barely able to form a full sentence. Still, it was cute to see him so intoxicated from your body.

When you love someone

Yeah, I really love someone

Now, I know it's right

From the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night

There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be than holding you tenderly

You couldn’t possibly last much longer. With the way they stuffed you and filled you up, your body was getting closer and closer to the release you needed so badly. Your legs tightened around Paul while you reached around to caress Marko’s chiseled face. It was like your body was screaming for them.

“Marko! Paul! Oooh god! FUCK!!” you cried out. The waves of ecstasy came crashing down on you, and it was absolute perfection. Your boys were quick to follow, both of them cumming deep inside your body together. Their animalistic growls rang out as they filled you to the very brim.

The three of you collapsed onto the bed, panting and glistening from the intense fucking you had gone through. A lazy smile painted your face and your mind and body went absolutely fuzzy from the afterglow. You were incredibly grateful to have not one but two lovers that always made you cum.

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

“Now then~” Marko said, interrupting the peaceful moment. “How about we give you that gift we mentioned?”

You perked up as Paul slipped away for just a moment to grab a familiar-looking wine bottle. Red jewels glimmered in the candlelight, catching your eye. The two of them smiled as they handed you the drink.

“It’s got blood from both of us in it,” Paul explained. “That way we’ll both be claiming you. Even when we’re apart, you’ll always have us with you”

I've been waiting for a girl like you, I've been waiting

Won't you come into my life?

It was all so incredibly romantic. Your heart swelled with love for Marko and Paul. They were so good to you. They really were your soul mates, and you never wanted to experience life without them by your side. As you uncorked the bottle, the sweet scent of their blood teased your nose. This was really happening. You would be a vampire.

There was no hesitation as you took a sip.

You were still a bombshell. Though the sunlight was your enemy and the night brought you inhuman powers, your beauty had followed you into your new, undead life. The rocker look was still your style, but now there was a sense of mystic charm to your personality. People still stopped and stared, but now you could lure them to follow you.

Lure them away and quench your thirst for blood.

And all the while, Paul and Marko stayed by your side. They were amazing teachers, showing you all the ropes for using your powers. Whether it was flying in the sky or fighting hunters, they cheered you on. You knew you were going to love them forever, and you would enjoy every second of it.

#the lost boys #tlb #female reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #writing request #my fic #Nsft #Smut

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enchantedchocolatebars · 5 months

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Good Omens Chibi Headcanons (Aziraphale And Crowley) [Part 1: Chibi Aziraphale]

👼 Original headcanons 👼

👼 Ao3 version 👼

Part 2 (original) is here.

Ao3 Part 2 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 2 is here.

Part 3 (original) is here.

Ao3 part 3 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 3 is here.

(*Takes place during Season 1*)

• HE'S THE CUTEST, SMOLEST, MOST GOODEST ANGEL BOY EVER!!! 😇👼❤️❤️❤️

• You can thank Aziraphale’s heavenly influence for that!

• The chibi gets little reminders from Aziraphale to be happy and to think positive.

• Chibi Aziraphale finds happiness in his friendship with Aziraphale and is delighted that they get along so well.

• Aziraphale enjoys reading to him.

• Chibi Aziraphale hopes that humans will create books in his size so that he can read them.

• Chibi Aziraphale's favorite fictional characters are Winnie The Pooh, Molang, Pusheen The Cat, and Moomintroll.

• Aziraphale takes Chibi Aziraphale to St. James park to visit the ducks by the pond and feed them. At first, the sight of the ducks frighten the little angel. They were so much bigger than him. What if they tried eating him?! Noticing the scared look on his small friend’s face, Aziraphale kindly reassures him that the ducks were merely water birds who enjoyed bread and that the tiny celestial being had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. He even shows the chibi how to properly feed the birds by placing a piece of crust in his hand and allowing him to toss it to the nerby drake, who caught it immediately. This causes Chibi Aziraphale to beam in delight as the two angels spend the rest of the afternoon giving food to the ducks. 🦆🍞

• As a reward for helping him around the bookshop, Aziraphale miracles Chibi Aziraphale sweet desserts.

• The angel had a love for food similar to his bigger counterpart. Chibi Aziraphale’s favorites include crepes and sushi, (of course) coffee cake, raspberry cream pie, and shortbread cookies.

• He’s not aware of it, but Aziraphale does indeed spoil his chibi at times.

• Aziraphale likes to dress his chibi up in 17th and 18th-century male doll outfits/attire. (Imagine a clothing montage of Chibi Aziraphale trying on/wearing the outfits and looking adorable in them all while classical music plays. Aziraphale would squeal at how cute Chibi Aziraphale looks in each outfit, telling him that he looks like a little gentleman).

• Chibi Aziraphale loves wearing his doll outfits when he and Aziraphale have tea parties. It makes him feel fancy! The chibi’s Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plush would also be at the tea party, dressed in 17th or 18th-century outfits similar to his.

• I can see Aziraphale getting his chibi a pair of round lenseless doll glasses. He looks nifty in them.

• Since he’s become fairly proficient at it, Aziraphale shows his chibi how to do the gavotte! It’s really cute to see the two angels both have ridiculously pleased expressions on their faces.

• Chibi Aziraphale really likes this song! Everything about it was just so pure and divine. Imagine during a cold winter day, Aziraphale happily knitting his miniature pal a sweater near a warm fire place, all while the song plays in the background.

• Aziraphale finally has a little assistant for his magic act!

• Chibi Aziraphale loves Aziraphale’s “magic” and was easily impressed by it, believing it to be real. His favorite trick had to be the ‘pull the coin out of the ear’ trick.

• Aziraphale gets one of those really big old doll houses for Chibi Aziraphale (something similar to the Astolat Dollhouse Castle) to live in so that he had a place he can feel at home in and be in control of.

• If someone or something new scares him, Chibi Aziraphale would quickly run and hide behind Aziraphale’s leg, similar to how a timid child would hide behind their mother.

• At night, after Crowley drops him off at his bookshop, Aziraphale goes inside and immediately heads to the back room to check up on Chibi Aziraphale. He had miracled the angel sheets of paper and a pack of crayons before he had left to keep the little guy from being bored while he was away. When Aziraphale walks inside the room, he spots Chibi Aziraphale asleep on his desk. The chibi was nestled up near his Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plush and several sheets of paper and crayons.

Aziraphale smiles.

Just when the angel was about to attend to the papers and crayons that were on the desk, he notices a drawing on one of the papers. He picks it up and takes a look at it. It was an adorable childlike drawing done by Chibi Aziraphale. On it, Aziraphale and Chibi Aziraphale were smiling and had a heart around them. The words “Friends Forever” were slightly sloppily written in crayon. Seeing this beautiful artwork made Aziraphale’s face melt into pure joy and happiness, tears welling up in his eyes. He sets the lovely art down on the desk and gently picks up Chibi Aziraphale without waking him up.

“You’re so sweet,” he softly whispers to him before walking over to the chibi’s doll house. As Aziraphale tucks the tiny angel into bed, Chibi Aziraphale forms a soft smile in his sleep and snuggles underneath his little blanket. Aziraphale smiled sweetly once more. After that, the principality returns to his desk to take care of the papers and crayons. When finished, he catches up on some late night reading.

Tommorrow, he plans on finding a safe place to keep the drawing.

• Aziraphale and Chibi Aziraphale have a parent and child relationship.

• Chibi Aziraphale didn’t look so happy today. In fact, he seemed quite sad. The angel was sitting on top of a book that was on Aziraphale’s desk with a glum expressoion. Aziraphale, witnessing this, makes it his duty to cheer his little buddy up. He knows that Chibi Aziraphale really likes it when he performs old-timey human "magic", so he switches into his magician outfit that he wore at Warlock’s party and tries doing just that. Although he performs the basic tricks (the card trick, pulling Chibi Aziraphale’s Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plushie from his hat trick, the coin trick, etc), they do not seem to alter the small angel’s gloomy mood. For his final act, Aziraphale makes a “pie” (a paper plate filled with whipped cream) “disappear” (He just shoves the plate in his face, pieing himself). He then exclaims, “Ta da!” and does jazz hands.

Chibi Aziraphale looks at him for a moment before laughing.

Aziraphale joins him in his laughter.

• Chibi Aziraphale does get slightly envious of Aziraphale sometimes, mainly because of his size. Aziraphale's size ensured that he didn’t have to worry about being stepped on, and he could eat all the crepes and sushi he desired without difficulty. It’s not fair! How dare that angel be big enough to do all those neat things! He still loves him though.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable chibi husbands #chibi au #ao3 #a03 #ao3 link #a03 link #ao3 writer #a03 writer #headcanon #headcanons #writing #my writing

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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hey bbyyy! i am back with another request! 🙈 i saw the feitan one, but i couldn’t read it cause you said it was spicy 😩😩 but hey it’s hunter x hunter! and i immediately wanted a killua fic from you 🥺🥺

so hear me out, it’s like canon events where they go on adventures and follow gon around as he tries to track down his horrible dad. reader took the hunter exam with the gang and befriends everyone and gains a stupid kid-crush on killua! and killua gains a crush on reader too, and it’ll be a super sweet and comedic romance cause they’re only twelve ya’know! we can expect petty fights and teasing and making fun of random strangers killua style and it’ll be so freaking cute 😆😆

Oh and if it’s possible, can you please not have the fic take place during the chimera ant arc? i’m still not through that cause i literally had to take a break because it overwhelmed me so much lmaoo 💀💀

and of course this is a no pressure request, i’ll understand if you’re not comfortable with writing a fic about someone as young as them, or if you’re not comfortable with writing this particular fic in general! anyways, have a great day luv and remember to stay healthy 💛💛

I thought this request was soooo cute lol 🥺 I really kept it as innocent and cute as possible 🥺. I'm sorry it took a while, but I struggled with writing this because I wanted to keep it interesting but innocent at the same time.

I've rewritten this story so many times by now, but I think this one's cute, so I chose this version :3 I hope you enjoy this one! I had fun writing it, so I'm happy you requested this 😇✨

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‘Here you go’, you smiled at the white-haired boy, ‘You need this, right?’.

You tilted your head, confused by his distrust. You’d spend forever looking for this badge, he could at least take it without being so defiant about it.

‘No’.

‘H-hey! I know you need this!’, you placed both your hands next to your body in discontent.

‘I’ve already collected enough badges, don’t need that one’, the white-haired boy had his hands stuffed away in his pockets, a disinterested gaze met yours.

‘B-but I-‘. ‘Don’t care’, the boy closed his eyes, now turning his back to you.

You didn’t want to cry, to show you were weak, but you went through so much trouble for nothing.

‘Huh?’, Killua frowned when he could hear some cute, sniffling sounds from behind him. ‘I-I just w-want a friend’, you wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your pink sweater.

‘H-hey, are you crying?! Stop crying!’. ‘J-just l-leave me alone!’, you quickly turned around, running as fast as you could from the white-haired boy.

‘Tch, idiot’, Killua gritted through his teeth before walking the other way, ‘Who takes a hunter exam to make friends’.

Killua stopped walking when he considered his own words. Images of Gon forced themselves into his head.

‘Idiot, idiot, idiot!’, Killua felt frustrated. Why did you have to say something like that? Why did you have to remind him of himself? He knows better than anyone what it’s like to long for a friend, and since you went to all this trouble… Even participating in the hunter exam… ‘Fine!’, Killua turned back around, ‘I can hear her sob from here, it’s not like I would waste much time’.

It didn’t take long for Killua to find you. You were sitting on the ground, head resting against the trunk of a tree.

‘Go away’, you sniffled into your sleeve, eyes overflowing with tears. ‘Here, you dropped this’, Killua tossed the badge towards you.

You reluctantly caught it, a sulking expression now on your face.

‘How many badges do you have?’.

You frowned, confused by his question. What did it matter? It was obvious he didn’t want to be friends with you.

‘Take as many as you want’, you tossed your bag towards the boy.

‘W-what?’, Killua’s eyes widened when he could see you'd collected over 10 badges, ‘How did you get these?’. ‘Stole them’, you slowly stood up from the ground, wondering what his intentions were.

‘How?’.

‘W-what do you mean ‘how’?! You don’t think I’m capable of doing so?’, you raised your voice. He underestimated you, so much was clear. ‘Hm’, Killua raised his shoulders, both of his hands still in his pockets, ‘Let’s make a deal’.

Killua couldn’t help but be intrigued by you. There weren’t many kids his age that were as strong as him, but you and Gon might be the exceptions.

‘A deal?’, you crossed your arms, eyes fixed on the bag that was laying between the two of you. ‘If you can get your bag back, I’ll be your friend’. ‘R-really?’, you intertwined your hands, ‘S-so it’ll be like a game?’. ‘Guess so’, Killua smiled, closing his eyes. ‘Deal!’, you smirked, focusing your eyes on your bag. ‘Okay, see you’, the white-haired boy smirked before he picked up the bag and disappeared into the distance.

---

You sighed, dragging your feet while walking down the crowded streets, ‘Eh, I’m tired’. ‘Just a little bit further. Leorio’s waiting for us in that restaurant’, Gon smiled at you. ‘Good, I’m starving’. ‘I told you to eat some breakfast!’, Killua smacked against the back of your head, ‘Idiot!’. ‘Hey, you’re an idiot!’, you pouted while rubbing over the spot where he’d hit you.

‘Let’s try to be kind to each other, okay?’, Gon nervously meddled, ‘You can order something, I’m also hungry. ‘That’s because you haven't had any breakfast either! You’re both idiots’, Killua scoffed while grabbing both of your heads, ‘Now we’re going to waste time because you two didn’t listen to me!’.

You let out a guilty giggle, Gon quickly following your lead. The two of you knew Killua was right, he always was. It was a trait you both came to love and hate at the same time.

‘We need to get money to buy Greed Island, we can’t waste time like this’, Killua let go of your heads, ‘I hope Leorio has figured something out. I don’t like the idea of hunting down Spiders’.

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‘If he calls, run. If he calls, run. If he-‘.

‘You told me you two were the only ones? I’m starting to feel like I’m running a daycare, damn brats’.

Adrenaline immediately rushed through your veins when you could hear the dissatisfied grunts of your friends.

You quickly jumped away from the window, now looking at the unfamiliar face. ‘Who are you?’.

‘Phinks’.

‘Y/N run’, Killua never sounded so serious before. All the playfulness, all the mockery, the sarcasm… There wasn’t any trace left of it in his tone.

‘Don’t’, the tall man tightened his grip around their arms, ‘I’ll kill them if you try’. ‘What do you want?’, your eyes were lingering on the burn marks around Killua’s ankles.

You wanted nothing more than to shove the man’s face into the concrete wall next to you, but the fact that he’s managed to catch both of your friends told you everything you needed to about his strength – he could easily kill you if he wanted to.

‘Do you know the chain user?’. ‘Chain user?’, you frowned at the unfamiliar name, ‘Maybe… Maybe not. What’s it to you?’.

‘Idiot!’, Killua broke free from the man’s grip, tearing his shirt in the process.

You noticed the way that the man’s eyes widen, he obviously didn’t expect Killua to be so strong.

‘Why would you lie? You know we’re dealing with one of the spiders, right? I told you to run when I say so! What’s wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?’. ‘I was trying to get us out of here! Why do you need to be like this? I’m strong too, you know?’.

Phinks frowned, trying to grasp what was happening before him. Was it arrogance? Were you two mocking him? Were you trying to distract him? He swiftly looked at the boy he was still holding onto, maybe his expression gave something away.

‘We’re friends, don’t worry’, Gon smiled while looking at the blonde, ‘They’re always like this’.

‘Enough’, Phinks grabbed Killua’s arm again. ‘Hey, Mr. Sweatpants, I was talking to him!’.

You froze when you could sense another unfamiliar presence behind you, his aura just as horrible as the man standing before you.

‘What’s taking so long? Can’t handle a couple of kids? Pakunoda and Machi are already waiting in the car’. ‘I’ve only got two hands Nobunaga’, Phinks smirked, ‘You can take the little girl. Watch out, she’s got an attitude’.

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‘Don’t worry your little girlfriend will be fine’, Phinks sighed while sitting down on a stone, ‘Machi and Pakunoda were in the car behind us, they’ll be here soon’. ‘G-girlfriend?’, Killua raised his voice, cheeks red, ‘S-she’s not my-‘. ‘Oh?’, Gon looked with big eyes at his friend, ‘I really thought you liked her’. ‘Why would you think that? You’re as big as an idiot as her!’, Killua pressed his nose against Gon’s, his digit pressed against his head.

‘Then why are you blushing?’.

Phinks couldn’t help but let out a small smile at how innocent Gon sounded in contrast to his friend. He tried to grasp how they could be so skilled that they’d managed to track his fellow spiders without them noticing.

‘Get off me! I can walk myself!’.

‘There’s your little ray of sunshine’, the blonde massaged his forehead when he could hear your voice again, ‘She never shuts her mouth, does she?’. ‘You get used to it’, Killua and Gon both simultaneously replied.

‘I know you have the same IQ as Gon, but please don’t say anything about Hisoka’, Killua looked at you, hoping you would be smart enough to pretend you never saw him before.

‘This one doesn’t know anything about the chain user either’.

You scanned the room, trying to count how many people were in it.

‘Huh?’, you smiled when you saw the magician, ‘Hisoka? Is that you?’.

‘Idiot’, you could hear Killua’s voice in the back of your head.

‘And you are?’, Hisoka smirked while playing with his cards.

All eyes were on the two of you. Everyone seemed to be interested in your relationship with their fellow troupe member.

‘I took the Hunter exam with you’, you smiled, ‘I wanted to be your friend, remember? Brought you the badge you needed’. ‘Ah yes, I remember. You two were there too’, Hisoka pointed at Gon and Killua.

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‘Again’.

You could see how Gon’s hand started to bleed, little drops of blood falling onto the cold stones underneath him.

‘K-killua?’.

The only thing you could see in his eyes was anger.

‘Killua? I’m scared’.

A symphony of fear and sadness flooded your eyes. You didn’t want to feel like this, but neither one of you was strong enough to fight off one of the spiders, let alone the bunch of them.

‘Huh?’. Your soft sobs seemed to pull him out of his trance. Two blue eyes were now staring into yours, ‘Gon’s fine, don’t worry’.

‘A-ai, don’t worry Y/N, it doesn’t hurt’, Gon forced a smile on his face, a determined look in his eyes.

‘But-‘, ‘Too much noise, need quiet’.

You froze when you felt someone pulling your arm behind your back, nearly breaking it.

‘Shut up or I’ll break it’.

‘Try and I’ll kill you’.

Killua’s aura completely changed. His usually bright blue eyes went dark, a villainous grin on his face.

‘Sorry, can’t let that happen’. Two of Hisoka’s long fingers pressed a card against Killua’s neck, keeping him in his place.

‘Fei stop’. The man they called ‘Nobunaga’ sounded calm, as if it was normal to threaten a child.

‘Scared, huh?’, Killua’s soft voice grounded you, ‘I always knew you were a scaredy-cat’.

You knew this was his way of distracting you from what was happening around you, from the pain in your arm. You knew he must be on edge too, with Hisoka threatening him… even so, he wanted you to feel okay, to stay strong.

‘Tch’, the man behind you – reluctantly – let go of you, pushing you away from him.

‘Y-Y/N?’, Killua genuinely felt overwhelmed when he felt your hands grabbing around his arm, your head pressed against his shoulder, ‘You know Hisoka’s standing behind me, right?’.

Ah, there it was again, Killua’s grumpy voice. A sound you grew to adore over the last few months.

‘Hm, so sweet and innocent’, Hisoka smirked, pulling his card away when he saw Killua’s burning cheeks.

---

‘Killua? Gon?’, you softly knocked on the door of your friends' hotel room. ‘What’s wrong?’, Gon opened the door, a startled look in his eyes. ‘I-I can’t sleep, I-I’m scared and Leorio won’t answer his door… I think he’s having a party with Zepile’.

‘Idiot’. You could see Killua sitting on the ground, a smug look on his face. ‘You always sleep in a room together! It’s not fair!’. ‘No need to fight’, Gon once again tried to meddle, ‘You can stay here’. ‘Let’s watch a movie!’, you smiled, immediately jumping on the big bed.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to be sitting next to each other on the bed. Gon and Killua smiling next to you, eyes flickering with joy.

‘Oh Killua, I want to be able to fight like that!’, ‘We already do, idiot’.

‘Hm’, you smacked your lips together after yawning, ‘So tired’.

You didn’t notice the way your head fall onto Killua’s shoulder; you were too tired to wake up from his scoldings.

‘Oh’, Gon gently tapped on your shoulder, ‘Seems like she’s asleep’. ‘Get her off me! I can’t sleep like this’, Killua looked the other way, hoping Gon wouldn’t notice his cherry-red cheeks. ‘Are you okay? Do you have a fever?’, Gon widened his eyes when he noticed Killua’s red cheeks. ‘W-what? No, I’m fine’, Killua turned his head further away, ‘Let’s just go to sleep, it’s not like we’ll be able to wake her up. You know how she gets once she’s sleeping’.

---

‘Hey Killua!’, you tried to catch up once you noticed your friends were already walking ahead, ‘I’m hungry’.

‘Again?! We’ve just entered the game!’, ‘I’m hungry too’, Gon nervously chuckled. ‘Fine! Why’d I even expect to start playing right away when I’ve got you two idiots with me’.

‘Let’s go there!’, you pulled Gon behind you, ‘Seems cozy’.

---

‘I’m scared, it’s so dark’, you whispered, hoping your eyes would still adjust some more to the darkness of the night. ‘It’s fine, we’re here’, Gon’s kind voice made sure you felt more at ease.

‘Eeee!’, you jumped into the air, quickly hiding behind Killua, ‘I-I felt something!’. Your hand grabbed Killua’s, the other wrapped around his arm. ‘H-hey!’, he turned his head to look at you.

His eyes softened when he could see the way your cute little nose was pressed against his arm, your eyes closed in fear. He felt a sudden warm and fuzzy feeling when he realized you felt safe with him, that you ran towards him to protect you.

‘D-don’t worry, I’ll protect you’.

‘H-huh?’, your eyes widened when you could feel Killua’s hand tightening around yours. ‘Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll keep you safe’. You blushed when you could see him smiling at you, ‘T-thanks Killua’.

You knew your voice must sound fragile, since you felt too embarrassed to talk properly.

‘Ai! I’ll protect you too!’, Gon appeared next to Killua, his smile as bright as ever, ‘We’re your friends, we’ll always be there for you, no matter what’.

#killua x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #killua zaoldyek #hxh #hxh spoilers #killua x y/n #killua x you #killua zoldyck #killua zoldyck x reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter fanfic

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redfurrycat · 4 months

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you have amazing fic recs and I have been an anxious mess lately

do you have any super soft hangster fics? or mav/ice being Dads™️ to the daggers?

Hey Winter 🤗

First, if you allow me... Let me big-bear-hug you?

🫂

Regarding your request, I have a massive fluff recs list incoming. However, as it is as massive as ...

... Couldn't help the lil' joke. 😇

(Then again, he's a feel-good kind of guy. A Feel-good, Looking-good Man.)

Hum. Okay. So. As I was saying....

It's far from being ready. But, have this selection in the meantime? (Tried to rec you some older and newer fics with different kind of fluffy vibes.)

auction-verse by ChexMix {T}

better than your best dreams by teacupivy {M}

Can we lay down, lay down together? by xo_em {T}

Christmas is what you bake it by nimuetheseawitch {T}

He is in Love by indybob {T}

I will always hold you close by LadyLanera {G}

I Will Follow You Into the Dark by lizbeth_e {E}

jet blue skies by winterbucky {M}

let's make christmas merry, baby by davidbyrne {T}

love, like you're on fire by galehautstomb {T}

never wanted anyone so bad by iridescent {T}

oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up by rosexpetals {G}

signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours) by yourstrulytay {T}

sitting with you, in our own little world by MyDadsAnts {T}

The Stuffed Rooster by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {G}

Feel free to request another round of floofiness. I'm more than happy to provide. (There are SO MANY fics out there.) 💖

(And thank you for the ask....

I could really use the fluff too tbh.)

I hope you enjoy them, and I'm sending all the positive and warmest vibes your way.

🐈💕

#answered ask #do me a 🐈recs list🐈 asks #find me a 🐈hangster fic🐈 asks #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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moe-broey · 8 months

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The Sun and Her Reflection (happy VERY LATE BDAY to ALL THREE OF THEM this officially has been the WORST PIECE of LOVINGLY CRAFTED ART that I'm actually so proud of THAT I'VE EVER HAD TO PHOTOGRAPH ‼️‼️‼️‼️)

SOME progess pics under cut this was very involved LMFAO

Was gonna paint but I got scared :(

Made a whole ass standee w cardboard and jewelry wire

Made a whole ass shadow box with a gift box (how fitting!) I had laying around (more jewelry wire, and a clothes hanger!)

Arrangemnet...........

Added glitter (a little heavy handed! But still came out nice!) and stars (matches my jacket LMFAOOO)

+ Concept art! This is where I got scared of painting LMFAOOO (was worried it might look too plain, could see myself overworking it, and then dying. Badly.)

All in all I am SO happy I went with creating This bc it was extremely enriching the entire experience I was working w wire and cardboard and fabric and paint and glue. Like whough you're so right. You HAVE to rediscover arts and crafts in your 20s and everything is okay forever 😇✌️

ALSO the joys of propping up my art like they package stuffed animals... twisty ties and such. That was VERY cool and fun to figure out!!!

#fire emblem #feh #blease don't look too closely at my living space evem though i have adhd meds i'm still fighting for my life every day 😔#anyway. i'm finally free. i can fuck off forwver now 🫡 YAAAAAYYY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉#fe alfonse #sharena #fe lif #my art

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sngbins · 16 days

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🕊️😇🪽 happy mothers day!

the dog pictured is named mojo, a dog that my mom adopted years before I was born. She described him to me as her biggest good luck charm, her best friend, and the reason she knew my dad was the one. when my parents were dating my dad came over to her house, she had forgotten something at the store, so my dad offered to go get it for her. my dad looked at mojo, who had a full hambone in his possession, and my dad asked him if he wanted to go for a car ride, mojo left the full hambone on the floor for the other dog to get and ran out the door to go on a car ride with my dad, that’s when my mom knew he was the one, she had found her dogs person and the love of her life. I have met mojo, I just don’t remember it, he passed away from bone cancer when I was baby.

I created this stuffed animal as “mojo jr.” a present to my mom to have something to remember her baby with.

hello everyone, I’m evan, 23 years old! I am new to crocheting so I wanted to created this account to show my progress :D I do see a lot of my errors in this project, he’s my first ever try at amigurumi, so I’m still very proud of myself. I am always open to nice tips! and to make other crochet mutuals and friends 🥹💗

my instagram is also sngbins!

pattern credits

#crochet #amigurumi #crochet dog #black lab #yarn #yarn crafts #handmade #mothers day

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Historia

Relationship, vibe & various

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Historia can sometimes be a pretty complex person - she's trying to figure herself out and find who she really is. So patience is a must if you want to be close with this angel.

Adores and has shelves full of exotic bubble baths, lotions, moisturisers, bath bombs, face masks etc.

She's pretty organised and tidy her house is always super clean and has the modern furniture and latest trending modern wall art.

She takes care of herself well, so her skin is always satin soft, hair smells gorgeous and her nails and smaller features are always tidy.

Ideal Dates

Historia is royalty. So she doesn't expect anything less than the best things. She's not spoiled or materialistic though; from her background and how she was raised she is very humble. She won't turn her nose up at a gift but see the beauty of the meaning and be super happy. But - she personally likes the finer things.

So although she would be happy with just a homecooked meal in the garden, that's only after you've already won her heart. To impress her at first, you're going to have to pull out all the stops.

If you can't afford the best, she'll still adore it if you improvise. Flower petals all over the floor, light some candles, run her a bath... its the quality of the idea over the price-tag.

Pick her up some flowers before you see her and she'll melt like butter.

Once you earn her trust, then her heart she'll always shower you with small tokens of affection. Small gifts (big ones on special occasions) little love notes, words of affirmation and so on.

Modern AU

Prom queen / head cheerleader vibe. That stereotype. Everyone wants her, no one can have her. You have to be really special for her to want you. And by special I mean kind-hearted and strong.

Remember those bubble baths I mentioned? She has a walk in closet that's full of perfumes, fancy soaps, hats and shoes. Always organised and some are even labelled.

I can't really see her being career orientated. She's naturally well off from her family. She'll still do part-time shifts at a café or something though, to kill time.

Volunteers litter-picking and environment control.

If she does decide to start a career, she'd be a Kindergarten teacher.

NSFW

Okay so there's two extreme sides to Historia. One is this gorgeous, innocent girl who is so small, you can see the indentation of your cock on her lower stomach when you're really pounding her. She's tiny down there and super tight.

Then there's... her dom side. Where she will literally make you her bitch.

Again, she's just figuring herself out. But just... prepare yourself.

When she's being dom she's second only to Yelena. I'm talking whips, paddles, toys, chains... if that's not your thing then cool, but she sometimes would really like to sit on your face until you tap out.

The more submissive side to her, she blushes heavily (She'll 100% be submissive until she's totally comfortable with you) squeaks, she gets embarrassed and squirms by how good you make her feel.

"N- no - I can't it's too good, I can't take it..."

"You're so strong..."

"You're too big! It's too good!"

You can skull fuck Historia, she'll just take it.

Kinks

Mommy kink. When she's dominating she'll be the mommy. "That's it baby... drink deep from mommy..."

Pillow Princess. She uses this when she's submissive and Dominating. Will order you to pleasure her and make her feel good.

Size Kink. With her being so small she gets a kick out of how far your dick or strap can stretch her - the bigger the better. But she's so tight down there, even a smaller one would be more than enough for her.

Stuffing. Enjoys feeling filled up to the point she could just burst. Fingers, toys, dicks, strap on... you name it she wants it all in her at once. She'll act all shy about it but she'll orgasm over and over again as you absolutely ruin her.

Aftercare

This poor lass will need to be looked after if she's feeling more submissive. You'll actually leave her unable to walk for at least thirty minutes.

She bruises easily so tight grips on her leave small marks. Kiss them better, please.

If she's destroyed you then after she'll order you in some food, stroke your hair / tickle your back until you fall asleep.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 9/10

Affection 10/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 5/10

#historia #snk headcanons #snk x y/n #historia smut #historia aot #historia snk #historia x reader

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iamthecomet · 11 months

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Water!Dew pics have me bringing up all kinds of feelings now the line up has changed again, I love to hurt Dewey and angst and unreliable narrator suit him so well, he loves the pack and the new Ghouls but he feels so on the outside now the one who held him through his change left him, even worse,he could be next to go 🤭😇

I think about this a lot actually. Dew's grown so much since his days as a water ghoul. And the days after his transition. He's different. Confident. Better. But he still doesn't do well with change. He's better at hiding the way it hurts now. Better at stuffing it down and hiding behind bravado. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It doesn't mean he doesn't lay awake at night with an ache building in his chest, panic clawing up his throat as he worries about what happens next. He had found security in the way things were. And it doesn't matter how many times he tells himself that he's been through this before. That he will get used to this too. He feels like the world is dropping out from under him, hopelessly out of control, floundering. Aether and Sunny retiring. Copia getting increasingly paranoid about his future with the church. New ghouls. Dew plays cool. Projects ease into all of his actions. Anxiety and hypervigilance disguised as untouchable confidence. He doesn't allow Aeon or Aurora to get too close. Distances himself from the others as much as he can manage just to keep himself sane. He doesn't even talk to Aether as much as he used to--or as much as he wants to. He's fine. Admitting he needs anything is admitting that something is wrong. Talking to Aether about how he feels means admitting that things don't feel good. That's he's worried. That it bothers him. And he told Aether it was fine--to make whatever decision felt best. Dew stands behind it on the outside, and screams about it inside his head. Dealing with it by himself doesn't really work. But he doesn't know what else to do. He feels weak. Everyone else is ok with it. Unbothered. Happy. So why is he so fucked up? He can't voice his worry without feeling crazy. Can't say he's worried about himself. Worried about Copia. Worried about everyone he loves. Worried that what happened with Terzo could happen again. That it could be Copia next. or Rain, or Swiss, or Mountain. Or him.

#comet comments #comet canons #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop lore #dewdrop charaterization #ghost headcanons #ghoul thoughts

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socdarlings · 9 months

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i want to know more about your boiling hot takes about transfem dallas i am enamored 😇😇

alright here we go. this is gonna be a long one. tw for transphobia/dysphoria. these are just my own headcanons, some abt his family, etc. i’ll be using she/her and he/him interchangeably

transfem dally hcs

okay so first off he goes by he/she/they, though he would melt inside if ppl started using she/her for him. i’d imagine it’d be from the gang

pretty much had a feeling she was trans since they were a kid, he stole his sister’s dolls and tried to put on his mother’s dresses when she wasn’t around. had to stop cuz he got caught by his older brother, who’s an ultra masculine douchebag

i feel like this’ll happen no matter what au he’s in (canon, modern au, 80’s or 90’s au, etc) considering he didn’t exactly have the best background

so he never got to explore their gender and was practically forced to shove it down and not tell anyone. ofc this led to him being very secretive and defensive abt his masculinity, where he dials it up extremely when he’s a teen. which is one of the reasons why he’s so angsty in the novel

also being masculine and putting up the tough guy act protected her from the rest of the world, and most importantly: being validated by men. even if she wants to distance herself away from masculinity, internally there will still be that conflict of wanting to be appealing to men

again no matter what au he’s in, i feel like there’d be transphobia everywhere. unfortunately

started growing out his hair and styled it like how those old 80’s supermodel’s used to do it, with the blow dryers and hairsprays. my fav portrayal of dallas is him having really poofy blonde hair (think @/felworthless’ art)

her hair is her pride. absolutely refuses to cut it

is actually quite proud of a little bit of her features, like her ears and her long eyelashes. likes being compared to an elf since elves are always seen as feminine. once somebody drunkenly said she looked like a fairy and her happiness levels? shot through the roof

i feel like she’d start wearing dresses and makeup as a joke on halloween and then continue to wear them in private

actually really likes hair clips. hair clips, berets, hairbands, etc. (if this is a 90’s au, she really likes those butterfly clips)

they would come out to the gang and i’d imagine they’d be confused but accepting

and he’d try coming out to tim who would go like

“we’ve been knew”

would steal sylvia’s perfume and makeup. she also likes smelling sweet, hence the extremely strong strawberry scent i hc she smells like

he wishes he was smaller tho. they feel like it’d be easier to pass if they were johnny or pony’s height

in the future i can see her as an adult either working odd jobs or in radio. i feel like she has that unhinged radio personality, like howard stern’s show in the 90’s

wouldn’t be out out considering the. absolutely difficult circumstances of being trans in the south but within the gang? yeah they’d be really happy. one of the actual few times they’d see them smile w/o it being menacing

likes pink things. pink or red things. also really likes stuffed animals

anything that’s “girly” or “feminine” he really likes

once he came out two-bits been calling him any blonde model he could think of (which was easy since there was a lot of platinum blonde models in the 50’s)

and she’s not opposed to it. not at all

even tried dressing up as marilyn monroe for halloween

in fact i think marilyn monroe and jayne mansfield gave her gender envy big time. maybe was the first time she really wanted to be them

overall. transfem dally my love

#the outsiders #dallas winston #luci’s rambling #the outsiders headcanons #transfem dally be upon ye #requests?? who knows #asks

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puppygirlaurora · 1 year

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10 Creative Ways to get into Puppy Space 🐶💗

1. Coloring (or journaling) 🎨

2. Collars and Leashes (or other submissive garb like frilly socks and girlie dresses) 🎀

3. Have a Snuggle Session (grab a stuffed animal if you’re by yourself or feeling lonely)

4. Training (and learning 😇)

5. Being Disciplined and Following Rules

6. Receiving Treats for Being a Good Pup 🦴

7. Playtime (either with a partner or with a stuffed animal friend, get into a playful mood)

8. Making Puppy Sounds! Express yourself and find your unique puppy voice 💕

9. Find the right bdsm language and style for you and your partner. Let your partner know what turns you on. What are your favorite ways to please? What feels good to you? Do you like the term puppy/Master, or do you prefer something else? Like it when he tells you you’ve been a good girl? Tell him, or better yet show him! 🐾

10. Pamper your Pup! (A clean pup is a happy pup. Bathtime can be fun! Pup-play works best when you are happy and clean 🧼🐶)

#puppy sub #puppy space #puppy pl4y #pupplay #puppygender #puppy girlfriend #puppy gf #bd/sm puppy #puppy regression #puppylife

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Can I request a fic? 😇 Today is my birthday and I can't imagine how amazing it would to celebrate it with the best bf Frankie!! He doesn't even have to buy anything just having him would be the best gift 🥺

Also the birthday sex would be a plus too lol

❤❤❤❤

AN | I am so sorry for how long this took bb, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [fingering], 18+ Only

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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When you woke up, you were disappointed to find the other side of the bed empty. It caused a small sigh to escape your lips, despite the fact that you knew that only meant he was in some other part of the house. His side of the bed was cold, signaling that he’d been long gone. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly disappointed by the fact that you didn’t wake up on your birthday with Frankie next to you.

Before you could make it out of bed, you heard the telltale creak of the stairs a few moments before the door was opened. You looked up in surprise, finding your boyfriend beaming at you with a tray in his hands. Your mouth opened in surprise as took in his boyish smile and the delicious smell of coffee, bacon, waffles, and eggs.

“Happy birthday, Honey Bee,” he sing-sang as he walked in, trying to keep from dropping everything. You scooted over to make room for him to sit and place the tray down, “I hoped to be back before you woke up.”

“I woke up a few moments ago,” you leaned over and kissed him, letting your lips linger against his in a saccharine moment of bliss, “you’ve got perfect timing. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I wanted to,” grabbing a piece of waffle, he stuffed into his mouth as you giggled at him, “it’s also selfish, because I wanted breakfast too.”

“A win-win,” you grabbed your coffee, prepared just the way you like it and took a long sip, letting it soothe your tired soul, “delicious. Thank you, love. You’ve already made this a wonderful day.”

“And to think, I still have a few surprises left for you,” his heart melted a little bit when your expression softened and your smile turned megawatt, “I-I hope that’s okay, baby. That I planned our day out.”

“More than okay,” you promised. This was your first birthday spent together, since you’d only been dating a little less than a year. You truly hadn’t expected anything, let alone something so thoughtful, “I…Francisco, this is wonderful. It’s more than I could ever ask for - no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“Well, I’m glad to be able to do it for you,” he kissed the side of your head before pushing the tray towards you, “I love you very much. But right now, it’s time to eat and then we’ve got to get ready for adventure time. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed happily, “hey Frankie?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you very much too,” you promised and you spied a pretty flush of red coloring his cheeks.

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Frankie’s day of surprises included a few things he wasn’t sure if he’d hit the mark or you’d find boring. He could have taken you to a museum dedicated to different types of salt and you would have been more than happy. But when he revealed that the first stop was the local animal conservatory, you’d almost jumped up and down and squealed in delight. You’d been wanting to go forever but the opportunity never presented itself…until today.

You spent the morning and early part of the afternoon visiting the different animals, taking lots of pictures - including some candids of Frankie that you loved - and eventually left with you holding on tightly to a new stuffed panda bear. You’d jokingly called it your son and dubbed Frankie the father, which had caused him to laugh, but had also caused him to experience an entirely different feeling that he was trying his best to push down. There was no way he needed to be thinking about you pregnant with his child just yet.

Afterwards, he’d made it a point to stop at your favorite little cafe for lunch, both of you indulging in sugary drinks and treats. He’d picked a pretty flower that he had seen on the short walk from the car to the cafe and placed it behind your ear. The sweet little gesture had caused your heart to feel full to bursting at the sweet little gesture.

Once you were both fully stuffed and on a sweet, sugar high, it was a stop at the botanical gardens. It was a place that was both tranquil and romantic, and the two of you walked through all of it, holding hands and admiring the beauty of it all. You were focused on plants and flowers and gardens, but Frankie was stunned by you in turn. He found it a Herculean task to focus on anything but you. To him, you were the prettiest flower in the entire place.

By the time the sun started to set, he’d almost dragged you to his truck, not telling you just exactly what he was up to. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your lap, holding your hand. You’d been looking out the window and started to slowly drift to sleep as the soft music lulled you to slumber.

By the time you’d woken up, you were at the beach, the sun starting to set and cast brilliant and buttery golds and oranges on the horizon. You suddenly felt wide awake as Frankie came over and opened your door to help you out. He reached into the bed and grabbed out a soft, thick blanket and wasted no time in leading you down to the sandy shore. A soft, comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you sat down next to each other, hands brushing but not quite touching.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered as you leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. He inhaled sharply, his heart still pitter-pattering nervously at your display of affection. Despite the increasing amount of time you’d been together, you still managed to make him nervous and feel like a shy boy.

“Yeah,” he agreed, soft-spoken as he wrapped an arm around your waist, “it is. So are you.”

“Such a flatterer,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder, “you’re pretty too, just so you know, Francisco. Thank you for a wonderful day.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he promised, “two options for dinner - we can go somewhere fancy of your choosing, or we can go home and be lazy and order take out. What sounds good to you?”

“Both,” you mused for a moment, “but going home and being lazy sounds perfect. But only if cheesy movies are on the menu too!”

“As if that was up for debate,” he snorted in amusement, “alright - lazy night it is. Whatever you want, Honey bee.”

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"This was a good idea," your current situation was you, curled up on the couch, legs resting on Frankie's lap. He was tracing aimless and gentle shapes on your calves, an intimate gesture that made you want to close your eyes and surrender to sleep. But both of you were half paying attention to the movie playing in the background, stuffed on delicious pizza, salad, and breadsticks.

Just because your mind was fuzzy with food fullness, you were hyper-aware of one Frankie Morales. How he was lazily touching you, stealing hungry looks along with sugary sweet smiles, offering soft words and comments as he divided his attention between you and the movie. Every little touch was electric, sending shivers down your body as you tried to mentally tell him to go further. You wished he could just read your mind and -

“Bee?” you hadn’t realized just how deeply you were lost in your head until you found him watching with an intent expression and a mischievous glint in those big brown eyes, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you lied, your entire face warming up under this intense gaze, “just…zoned out.”

“Sure baby…” he wasn’t believing your lies for a moment. He could see right through you and you were both hyper aware of it all, “tell me. What’s really on your mind?”

“T-touch,” you managed to choke out as he kept stroking the soft skin of your leg, “touch me, Frankie. Please.”

“I should have known that’s what you wanted,” he teased, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “but I am touching you…I’ve been touching you.”

“You know what I mean,” you pouted at him, shifting so you could move closer to him. You shuffled along the big couch and almost crawled into his lap. His large hands found your waist as he finished what you started and he pulled you onto him. You beamed happily as your dark haired and honeyed puppy of a boyfriend looked at you with the softest eyes. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, “hi.”

“Hi beautiful,” he took your face in his large hands and peppered soft, barely there kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, and nose before stopping at your lips, “I hope you had a good birthday, Bee.”

“I did,” you promised, nudging your nose against his, “it might have been one of the best birthdays ever. You are…wonderful.”

“So are you,” he relaxed slightly once you reassured him that he hadn’t completely blown your birthday. He wondered if it would be enough, if you would be happy without something more material. But he knew you were a kind, tender-hearted person and that material things weren’t ever on the forefront of your mind, “and while it’s still your birthday, I want to ask you if there is anything else you would like today.”

“You,” it was a soft, breathy little request whispered against his lips and he made a small sound in the back of his throat, “just you. That’s all I ever need. Will you touch me, Frankie?”

“Y-yes,” he nodded before sliding his hand up the back of your neck and bringing you back to his lips. He kissed you until you were dizzied and breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Frankie pulled back for a moment, admiring the blissed out look on your face. He dragged his lips across your jaw and down your neck, gently biting and sucking at your delicate skin to leave soft lavender lovebites. There was something about that made you feel like a teenager, but you always loved when he marked you; you liked letting the world know you were his. His fingertips skimmed the hem of your shirt, “you make the prettiest fucking noises, baby.”

“They’re even prettier when you actually touch me,” you grinned as he lifted up your shirt and gently pulled it off and tossed it to the side. The cool air hit your skin and caused you to lean into him to steal some of his warmth. He kissed along your collarbones, languidly dipping his head lower and lower, “you’re such a tease.”

“I’m just taking my time,” you could feel him smiling against your skin, “admiring the beautiful artwork.”

“Such a sweet talker,” your teasing was swallowed into a moan as he dipped lower and lavished your breasts with attention, “and normally I would appreciate that, but right now I would really like it if you touched me.”

“I am touching you,” oh he was being smart now, “where else do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Right here,” you reached for his hand and pulled it towards your clothed core, “please.”

“I can do that,” he pushed your loose shorts to the side, along with your underwear before slowly dragging a finger through your soaked folds, “so wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“More,” you were already mewling at his touch, slowly rutting your hips into his hand, “want to cum on your fingers.”

“That’s just the first thing you’ll be cumming on tonight,” he rubbed gentle circles on your clit as you closed your eyes at the sensation, already feeling that delicious warmth spreading through your veins, “so, so pretty.”

“Frankie,” the way his name dripped from your lips was enough to make him weak, “feels good.”

“Yeah?” his voice was husky as he slowly pushed a thick finger into your dripping entrance. You grabbed onto one of his arms and held it tightly at the feeling of the stretch his finger presented, “think you handle more?”

“Yes,” you promised, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of another feeling being added, while he used his thumb to touch your sensitive clit. He kissed you, swallowing up all your soft little moans as you rocked your hips into his touch, “so good, Frankie.”

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he murmured as he tried to keep from cumming in his pants at the feeling and sight of you perched in his lap, “such a perfect, pretty cunt. Gonna cum for me, baby? Cum all over my fingers.”

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut as that coil started to snap as you slowly came apart, “fuck, Frankie. S-so good.”

“That’s right,” you squeezed his shoulders as you came on his fingers, practically seeing stars as he worked you through it, cooing sweet praise into your ear, “my beautiful, wonderful girl. I love you so much.”

Once you calmed down and slowed down your breathing you slumped against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You pressed a gentle row of kisses to his jaw, “I love you too. But I believe I was promised even more…”

“Oh yeah,” his grin was cheeky, “that was just the start baby. Why don’t we head to the bedroom for a little more?”

“Lead the way, Francisco,” you grinned, “thank you for making this a wonderful day.”

“Happy birthday, baby.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pp

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