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constantmourning · 9 months

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Confidence

[Price/Fem!Reader] [Gaz/Fem!Reader] [Soap/Fem!Reader] [Simon/Fem!Reader] [Poly!TF 141/Fem!Reader]

Summary: You haven't been feeling too confident lately. Your friends convince you to dress up to feel good, and you send them a picture of the end result. Except, you sent the pictures to the wrong group chat...

Word count: 6.9k (hehe)

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!! No use of Y/N, Thigh slapping, finger sucking, p in v, lack of protection, creampie (x2), oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, praise, pet names. Let me know if i forgot something please, I'll be happy to tag it if i did!

A/N: Reader is written As PLUS SIZE! There are mentions of fat/stretch marks/self esteem issues and the likes! This got very long I'm sorry but also I hope you enjoy!! Also, half of this is Beta'd, the other half... well, we die like men...

Your confidence had been at an all time low as of late. You weren’t sure what it was, but ever since joining Captain Price and not having your friends there to tell you just how great you looked every day, you really were down in the dumps.

Babes, I’m terribly upset

You text in your group chat with your friends. You waited for their answer. It felt like a century before someone responded.

Dear, what's wrong?

Finally, one of them had answered. You sighed and took a moment to respond.

I’ve been feeling like utter shit lately. Everyone around me is so… not built like me… I think it’s silly, but I don’t always feel beautiful.

You sent in the chat and immediately got a speech bubble.

Babe… I’m gonna tell you what helps me. Dress up all pretty. Do something to make you feel good. I promise it’ll help

You scrunched your face up.

I’ll try it. But if it doesn’t work I’m going to torment you forever

No response. You groaned and sat up. You decided it’d be best to try that. You looked through your things and found a cute underwear set and walked to your bathroom. Momentarily battling about putting on makeup, you decided to try it.

You sat in your bathroom for a good twenty minutes just doing your makeup. You then took another twenty minutes doing your hair. Everything was going to be undone, but if it was going to help you feel better, why not try it? You slipped into the cute underwear, black and lacy. You examined yourself in the mirror and smiled.

Remember, briefing tomorrow morning

-Captain Price

You remembered, and made a mental note to respond to his text a little later. You, instead of responding, began to take pictures of yourself in different positions. Once you were satisfied with some of them. You decided to throw a few into your group chat with your friends.

Validate me babes <3

You set your phone after you sent the pictures and just looked at yourself. You inhaled and placed a hand on your stomach. You pinched the fat there and sighed. Your phone went off, and then went off again. And again.

HUH?

-Gaz

oh fuck

-Soap

Wrong number?

-Ghost

You felt your heart stop. You wanted to vomit and run away and never be seen again by your teammates. Truly thinking about not responding and running away into the night, you scraped your nails through your hair. You grabbed your robe from the door and screamed into it. As loudly as possible without alerting anyone.

You grabbed your phone up and thought about being a grownup. Briefly.

WRONG GROUP CHAT

You then sent a barrage of different sad emojis and hoped the pictures would leave their minds.

There were no responses for the rest of the night. You went to bed just as you were; hair, makeup- You did put on comfortable pajamas though. You lied down and knew- just knew you would be getting an earful in the morning.

You grabbed your phone one last time and sent a group message to your girls, checking this time if it was really them.

Goodbye, I just wanted to say that. Since I will be simply passing away right now.

Immediate response.

What did you do???

I sent pictures to the wrong group chat. To the work group chat…

Your friends both, at the same time, asked what the pictures were. You sent the pictures and said nothing else. The chat erupted. Your friends were spamming you, different emojis, swears, memes. Anything. If they could send it, it was sent.

You lied on your back, looking up at the ceiling and you sighed. You were going to have to be an adult and face the men you really didn’t want to in the morning. You made that a problem for you in the future, and decided that sleep was the best option. You turned your phone off and slowly fell asleep. A pit in your stomach the whole time you waited for unconsciousness to overtake.

You woke up with the exact same pit in your stomach. You threw on your uniform and walked as fast as you could to the room you were meeting at. You wanted to miss Soap, Ghost, or Gaz. You did not want to run into them.

You opened the door to the room and realized you’d be facing Price alone. That was until you saw everyone was already in the room. You looked at your watch. You were early… If you were early, what time did they get there? You did not want to think about it…

No one would look you in the eyes. Their demeanor had changed completely. But no one mentioned the photos. You stood, uncomfortably, away from everyone. You couldn’t take in any information that Price was giving you. You were hyper aware of everyone around you; their body language…

You watched as Soap balled and unballed his fist a couple times. His knuckles white.

Gaz’s chest was rising and lowering a little quicker than usual. You could tell through the gear. His eyes were trained ahead, looking directly at Captain Price.

Speaking of Price, his eyes would look right over you. You weren’t the best at eye contact anyway, but Price was not bad at it. You knew he was trying to be professional.

Your eyes moved to Ghost and they locked onto his. You, immediately looking away, noticed him shift. His eyes didn’t falter though. He seemed to be the only one looking at you.

You shifted your weight, swallowing hard. Gulping down air like your life depended on it. The tension in the room was too much. You wanted to explode. Instead of exploding, you did (in your mind) the second worst thing. You opened your mouth, and words actually came out.

“I’m sorry!”

Everyone went quiet. Price stopped speaking and all eyes were on you. You gulped again and took a step back, distancing yourself even more. Price was the first to speak up. His brow cocked and you waited for his response. “For what?” He did sound genuinely confused, so you didn’t take it as him pretending to be stupid.

“Uh-” Your eyes scanned the room. You did the thing you were best at, word vomit. “Well, I’m sorry for sending those pictures! It was unprofessional and I didn’t check the group I was in- I was just- I meant to send it to-” You stopped yourself.

“To who?” Ghost asked, deadpan. But, you could almost see the smirk under his mask.

You, not knowing how to stop, kept going. “My friends. I wasn’t feeling good last night- Or the past couple o’ weeks really… My friends said, um, doing what I did would help me feel better! I mean, she did not tell me to send the picture in the work chat!” You put your hands up, no one stopping you from continuing. “I just wanted to feel cute… I guess…”

The room went silent. You made a face and held yourself back from stomping your foot or throwing a tantrum. You decided to be an adult, and wait for a response, one that felt like it was never coming. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all looked at each other before all staring at you. You pouted.

“What?”

“Do friends normally send pictures like that to each other?” Ghost cocked his head at you.

You wanted to throttle him. “Whatever. If this is done, can I leave?”

Price nodded, he knew you had retained nothing, but he didn’t say anything about it. “Free to go.”

You walked out of the room and began to walk towards your room. You felt tears prick your eyes and tried to hold yourself together, at least until you got to the comfort and loneliness of your room. You were seething. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. Mad at how they had acted, mad at how you had acted, and mad that the pictures were sent to them in the first place. You got to your room, slammed your door, and threw yourself down on your bed.

You curled up and decided it was best to skip lunch that day.

A knock came from the other side of your day and you held back the urge to tell whoever it was to go away. You threw yourself out of bed and walked towards the door. Forgetting that you had puffy eyes from crying, you opened the door. Price stood there.

“Hey, you weren’t in the mess hall-” He stopped when you wiped your eyes. “Are you crying?”

You pouted harder. Price sighed. You groaned and moved to the side, motioning for Price to come in. You did not want everyone to see you looking like a mess. Price walked in and you shut the door. You placed your back against it and looked at him.

“Are you alright?” He gave you a concerned look.

“I’m fine.” You lied. Terribly.

Price’s head dropped slightly. “You had said this morning you weren’t feeling-”

“Captain,” You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Just horribly embarrassed. It’ll go back to normal once no one looks at me differently.”

Price’s brows furrowed. “If they don’t?”

You blinked at him. Why would he say that? You felt tears forming again. “Captain-”

“I know you don’t want to hear it from me-” Price started, “And would obviously prefer it from your friends,” He smiled at you softly, and got closer to you, “but, you are stunning. You should not feel the need to be validated, but you should know you are beautiful.”

Something hit you; whether it was the eye contact, what he said, or how he said it, you weren’t sure, but whatever it was sent you into a frenzy. You, without thinking, grabbed Price’s face and kissed him. Hard. Your lips hit his and you realized what you were doing. The kiss was over as fast as it started. You threw yourself back and began to profusely apologize.

“Holy shit!” You were stunned at your actions, “That was so inappropriate, I’m so sorry.”

Price was as stunned as you. You watched him with wide eyes and he processed everything that had just happened. Nothing was being said. It was a deafening silence. Price watched you closely, his eyes dropping from your to your lips. His hands cupped your cheeks and he brought you into another kiss.

You eagerly kissed back, pressing against him. He pushed forward, your back pressing against the door. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth for him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and nothing was stopping either of you.

Until your stomach growled.

Price pulled away and looked down at you. “Look, you need to eat and I’m not sure we should do this-”

“I want this…” Your voice was barely audible, just loud enough for Price to hear.

“How about…” He paused, “you go eat. And think about this-”

“I’m not going to lie now, Captain Price,” You bit the inside of your lip, “I’ve been thinking about you, and the others for a while now.”

“Me and who?” He questioned you, brows knitting together.

“Um, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost… I think about you four all the time. Um, too much actually.” You stop yourself before going further. “Sorry, that's too much truth.”

Price laughs, “Okay… Go eat. Think on this. Text me when you’ve eaten.”

You nodded. “Yes sir,” You did a little salute. Price moved and let you out from your spot. You opened the door and both of you walked out of your room. You, pretending like Price did not just have his tongue in your mouth, walked off for lunch. As you were leaving, Soap walked up. He looked at Price in confusion.

“Why were ya in her room?”

Price smiled at him. “We may be doing a team bonding exercise later.”

“What does that mean?” Soap was quick to ask. Price was quick to ignore. He started to walk off, away from Soap, agitating him. “C’mon! You can’t say that and then not elaborate!”

Your mind was racing the whole time you ate. You could only focus on one damn thing; your earlier actions. And Price's words. Heat prickled across your cheeks as you ate and you made up your mind.

You wanted to do whatever it was Price had been thinking about.

You finished up your food and began to head back to your room. You just had to get a hold of Price, you had to tell him what you had thought about. But not before coming face to face with Soap.

"What happened earlier?" His brows were furrowed and his lips were turned down. "Wait, have you been crying?"

You groaned. "Fuck, it's still noticeable?" You looked back at Soap, "Where's the Captain?"

It was his turn to groan, "I'll take you to him."

You smiled widely and thanked him. He began to lead you to the barracks, the men's barracks. Your stomach flipped and you felt butterflies instantly. You kept your eyes trained ahead, on the back of Soap. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were burning.

"Did Price get to you first?" Soap turned to ask.

You blinked at him, shocked. "Huh?"

He shook his head, mumbling 'nothing' before leading you Price's door. He knocked and there was silence for a minute, before the door opened. Price's eyes fell from Soap and back to you. Price smiled and motioned for you to come in.

Soap began to leave and you grabbed his hand. "Can he come in too?" Your words caught Soap's attention. He froze and looked back at Price.

Price's smile turned into a toothy grin. "Of course."

You pulled Soap in behind you and Price shut the door. You held Soap's hand like a lifeline, a nervousness taking over that only hand holding could help. Soap didn't seem to mind. You looked at Price with a curious expression and finally asked, "What now?"

"Well, we have to lay down some ground rules, and let Soap in on what's going on."

"Please fucking do! What's going on?"

Price looked at you, for you to tell him. Your stomach turned. You swallowed hard and looked at Soap, letting go of his hand. "Um, I talked with Price this afternoon, before I ate. I told him about-" your eyes cut from Soap to Price, who gave you an encouraging nod, "-about liking the four of you. I thought about it, like you asked," you looked to Price again, "and I'm up for-"

"A team bonding exercise?" Soap asked.

You nodded. "If you wanna call it that."

Soap very much so wanted to call it that. He wanted to bond with his men over you. You were unaware- oblivious to the fact that all of them seemed to want that. But, now, the opportunity had presented itself so perfectly. Soap wanted nothing more than to launch himself at you. But he waited.

"Go get Gaz and Ghost." Price looked at Soap before his eyes hit you. Your heart fluttered and you looked at Soap, who was ready to protest.

"Why do I have to go get them? Call them!" Soap's hand snaked around your waist.

"Soap…" Price's eyes narrowed. "I'll take care of her, go get them." Price pulled you from Soap's grasp and Soap groaned. He mumbled a 'whatever' under his breath and left the room.

You watched Soap refrain from slamming the door and moved your gaze to your Captain. You bit the inside of your lip and your arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself.

"C'mere." Price motioned you over. Your feet were heavy and your eyes were wide. You couldn’t move. You inhaled sharply and your hands dropped to your sides. Price watched you like a hawk, “You still up or this? You can back out at any time.” You only nodded. “We’ll set ground rules as soon as Soap gets back with the boys.”

“Until then?” You asked, head cocking to the side.

“We can do whatever you want.”

You nodded again. Anxiety crept in, and even though you knew you could do what you wanted, you needed to ask. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered. Price nodded. You were on him in an instant. Your lips were on his, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled into the kiss. This time, you traced your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly opened his mouth for you, and your tongue slipped in.

Price’s teeth ever so slightly bit down, gently scraping your tongue. You moaned. Price smiled again. His hands rested on your hips and he pulled you closer to him. He began to back up and he soon reached his bed. He sat down on the edge of it and you froze. Suddenly, you were aware, very much so, of him and yourself. You looked at Price, he looked up at you through his lashes.

Without saying a word, he placed his hand on his upper thigh, and patted. Everything in you screamed for you to sit down, but you were stuck standing in front of him. Price’s lips turned downward and his brows furrowed. You shifted your weight and looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Love,” Price reached his hand out for you, “what’s wrong?”

You grabbed his hand and sighed, “I don’t wanna sit on your lap because, what if-” You stopped yourself. Price’s brows furrowed and he asked for you to continue. You refused.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You threw your head back and whined, “I don’t wanna be too heavy.” You didn’t want to say it too loud. You felt silly enough already. But it was a real fear, being rejected because of your weight.

Price gave you a soft smile, “Don’t even think that way, I promise it’ll be fine.” Price motioned for you, once again, to sit on his lap. So, you did. You didn’t place all of your weight immediately, and he could tell you obviously didn’t want to. So he would coax you. You were sitting on one of his thighs, uncomfortably if you were being honest. Until Price took matters into his own hands.

Price’s heel rose from the floor, catching you off guard. Your back arched and you grabbed his shoulders. “What are you-” His foot dropped, taking all of you with it. All of your weight pressed down on his thigh now, and as soon as his foot hit the floor his hands were on your hips. You instinctively grinded into him and let out an embarrassing whimper.

The door of the room opened and you looked back, unmoving. Soap and Gaz walked into the room, and your heart jumped into your throat when Ghost walked in right behind them. He closed the door and everyone was staring at you. You wanted to hide your face but there was nowhere to hide. Your whole body was hot and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of their eyes on you and how good Price’s thigh felt against you. Price lifted his heel again, and before you could prepare yourself, it hit the ground. You moaned.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Sorry, love,” Price smiled, “I had to show them your reaction.” Price gripped your hip before releasing it and looking at the guys. “There are some things we need to go over before we get down to business.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz all nodded, listening closely. “We need a safe word.”

They all looked at you. You were confused momentarily. “Uh, red? Like y’know, green, yellow and red? If I’m good I’ll tell you green, if I’m iffy I’ll tell you yellow, and red is just hard stop.”

They all nodded in agreement with you. Soap was the first to speak up, “What first?” You shrugged, feeling very shy all the sudden. Price gripped your hip before releasing it, and you looked at him for reassurance.

“You decide, darling.” Price looked back at the guys and then at you, “Who first?”

You said the first thing that came to your mind. “Gaz.” You looked back at him and watched him ball his fists, before relaxing. He smirked at you and Price stood you up. “You’re feelings aren’t hurt right?” You looked around the room.

“Bonnie,” Soap smiled at you, “we’ll all get a chance, no hard feelings.”

“You’re just saying that,” Gaz elbowed him, “You wanted to be first.” He then promptly ignored Soap’s angry stare and approached you. Price stood up from his bed and he, Ghost, and Soap watched you closely. Your body was set ablaze and you just focused on Gaz.

“Please, kiss me?” Your voice was soft, your arms behind your back. Eyes cutting through your lashes as you looked at Gaz. You did not have to ask again. He was on you instantly and his hands were cupping your face.

He backed you towards the bed and you fell down. You scooted up the bed and Gaz was on you again. This time, he was kissing your neck. Your mewls filled the room. You had no clue what to do with your hands. You were pulling at the sheets and then started to pull at Gaz’s shirt. He eagerly pulled it off.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?” He asked, so politely, how could you deny him?

“I don’t know…” You answered. Suddenly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were staring at the ceiling and playing with the cover beneath you.

“You don’t have to,” Gaz nuzzled your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. “We can work towards that.”

You nodded, “Okay,” a breathy whisper escaped you. Gaz worked wonder with his hands, he grabbed at your hips and his fingers ran up your side, just under your shirt, causing you to gasp. Goosebumps rose on your skin. With eyes shut tight, you spoke up, “You can take my shirt off.”

Gaz smiled into your neck and pushed himself up. You sat up and helped Gaz help you out of your shirt. You sat there in your bra and the cool air made you realize what you had just done. Your hands went to cover your abdomen and Gaz frowned. He placed a hand on yours but did not dare move your hands away from you.

“You’re beautiful… I-” He stopped himself, “We can show you that if we need to.”

You bit the inside of your lip, “I’m gonna be honest. I’ve never felt comfortable in these situations… Well, actually, I’ve never been in this situation, with multiple men… I never even felt comfortable with just one.”

The energy in the room shifted immediately. Before, it was just horny, then it quickly changed to something more serious. Gaz nodded, understanding. “We can stop if you get too uncomfortable. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” You grew more comfortable, even if it was just with him at that moment. You moved your hands from your stomach and placed them, palms down on the cover, beside you. Gaz gave you a soft smile and nodded. “You can continue.” You reassured him. He did just that.

You leaned back on the bed and let Gaz take over again. His hands ran up your sides and towards your bra. You arched your back and let him unclasp it. You shimmied out of it and he threw it to the side. You laid back on the mattress and looked up at Gaz, who was staring at you as if you were a gift from whatever God was listening to him when he prayed.

One of his hands moved for your chest and you gasped. His hands were warm and calloused and something about his touch was so calming. He massaged your breast and lowered himself to your neck again. Your back arched harder and your hips bucked upwards slightly, causing Gaz to groan into your neck.

You had almost forgotten other men were in the room. Almost. "Ugh" Soap groaned, "could you go any slower, Gaz?" You laughed at his remark. Genuine and loud. Gaz grumbled into your neck and pushed himself up.

"I'm going to ignore him now," Gaz looked dead at you, you were the only one in the room according to him. You smiled at him and nodded. Gaz kissed your jawline, down your throat and headed for your chest. He briefly paused at your nipples, a hand playing with one while the other got sucked on. You moaned and whined at him, the sound of the other men shuffling around the room not even detering you.

Gaz's hands moved towards your belt and you tensed. You said nothing though. But Gaz still noticed you tense. He froze and looked up at you, one of his brows cocking. "Green," you whispered, still focusing only on him. He gave a nod and made quick work of your belt. It was pulled off of you in no time. You kicked off your shoes and Gaz began to pull down your pants. You lifted your hips to make it easier, and soon enough you were just laying there in your panties.

You were nearly completely exposed to them. Your thighs, stomach, stretch marks, all of it on display. Part of you didn't care, but part of you was terrified. Gaz's fingers gently traced your stretch marks and you froze up.

"Yellow." You blurted out, without really thinking.

Gaz was off of you in an instant. "You okay, love?" Price and Gaz asked at the same time.

"Uh, sorry," You sat up, resting on your forearms, "not used to this attention. I was a little uncomfortable." They all looked at you, attentively. "We can continue."

"How would you feel…" Gaz trailed off, thinking hard, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs again. "Sitting on my face?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. How were you going to survive? Your eyes widened and you pulled yourself up, trying to comfort yourself. "What if… what if it's too much?"

"What?" Gaz, seemingly genuinely confused, cocked his head. "What if what's too much?"

You gave him a deadpan expression as if he should know. "I don't wanna crush you with my thighs!"

"What an honorable and lovely way to go, though!" Gaz gave you a goofy grin.

You thought for a moment, "Okay, but can we do it my way?" You played with the sheets beneath you. Gaz hummed, asking what your way was. "Uh, you lay on the floor and I'll sit on your face." Your face was suddenly burning as you said the rest of your thought, "So I can I suck one of their dicks." Your words ran together and you tried to hide your face.

"Hey, no need to be shy now!" Gaz comforted you. "Anyway, I'm sure I know one of them is absolutely dying for you to suck his dick." Gaz whispered to you. You laughed, causing the others to wonder what was being said.

Gaz moved off of you and got on the floor. He laid down and patted his chin, waiting for you to get up and take a seat on his face. The others looked at you with confusion. They couldn't help but wonder what you had planned. You stood up and wondered how to not awkwardly take your panties off. You decided it didn't have to be awkward, you were with four men who were ready to throw themselves at you (well, Ghost hadn't yet…), you didn't need to feel so self conscious.

Yet, there you were, being self conscious. "Do you have to watch me while I take off my panties?"

"Well, what else are we supposed to watch, love?" Ghost adjusted himself, causing a pit to form in your stomach.

You grumbled a 'fine', and slid off your panties. You made your way to Gaz, who was more than ready to devour you. You got on your knees, one on each side of his head and looked at the other guys. Gaz placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer down to him.

"Don't be afraid to sit all the way down." He smiled against your thigh, causing you to melt.

"Soap," You had said his name with a lust in your voice you weren't sure you were capable of. He perked up. "C'mere." You motioned for him to come over. He was on you as soon as possible.

"May I?" You grabbed up at his belt. Gaz kissed up your thigh, closing in on your pussy. Your thighs clenched around him without you meaning to and you immediately apologized.

"Fuck," Soap groaned, "You're so gorgeous…" That caused you to look back up at him through your lashes. Soap was promptly pulling his belt off for you. He unbuttoned and unzipped them so fast you were unable to process his movements.

Gaz licked a stripe up your pussy and you gasped. “Fuck…” Your voice was soft and weak. You focused back on Soap and looked up at him. Your hands moved to his waistband and you bit your bottom lip. You pulled at his underwear and you were immediately at eye level with his cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you began to softly pump it, the head already dripping precum. You slid his dick into your mouth.

Everything was going on at once. You were trying to focus on Gaz absolutely going to town on you, you were trying to focus on sucking Soap’s soul straight from his body, while also trying to focus on looking okay for Ghost and Price. Which, in all honesty, you didn’t need to try to do that at all. In their minds you were already perfect.

Soap’s cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged. You couldn't help it. Soap's hands tangled in your hair and he held you steady, which you were thankful for. Gaz was putting his mouth to good use and you needed all the help you could get. If you weren't so concerned with Gaz and Soap you would have heard Ghost and Price groaning and grunting on the other side of the room.

You looked up at Soap, tears pricking your eyes, and he pulled your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "Good girl," he grunted, causing you to have a reaction.

Gaz was going to town under you. His tongue lapping you up as quickly as possible. His hands gripped your hips tight, holding you down while his fingers dug into the skin. You lost it. You settled completely on Gaz's face and moaned onto Soap's cock. Gaz's nose rubbed against your clit and you were sent over the edge immediately. You gripped Soap's outer thigh and tried your best to keep going as your first orgasm hit you. Soap saw you struggling and pulled away, leaving you a mess.

"Kyle!" You moaned out. Gaz did not slow. In fact, you saying his name only caused him to go harder. Your hands hit the floor and your nails dug into the wood. You started to grind onto Gaz's face, a whining and whimpering mess. No words were forming. At least not properly. "Please- Fuck, I-"

Gaz slowed and his grip loosened on you. You pushed yourself up, or tried, Gaz helped you move off his mouth and you were left sitting on your knees, hunched over and reeling.

"Holy shit."

"You still good?" Ghost asked from across the room. You nodded. "Wonderful, because we're just getting started."

You looked up and noticed Ghost was still in uniform. He had obviously been masturbating, but he was fully clothed. Price however, was not. He stood naked, his hand pumping away at his cock. You wanted him. He caught your glance and immediately stopped jacking off. You sat up straight but your eyes cut away from him.

"Mind if I join, dear?" He smirked at you. Words were still not forming. You motioned for him to walk over and made his way towards you. He easily pulled you up and walked you over to the bed. He set you down and you took a moment to catch your breath. You looked up at Price, and sighed.

"I forgot to mention," you finally formed a sentence, "I'm on birth control." Price smiled at this. It was your way of saying 'Please rawdog me right now' and he understood instantly. He lowered himself to your level, lips pressing to your ear.

"Wanna be on top?" Price whispered, chills running up your spine.

"I don't know…"

"Whatever you want to do is fine, love, but I'd love to watch you ride my cock-"

"Okay." You are hooked instantly. His tone, his accent? He did not have to repeat himself. Before you knew it, he was laying on the bed and you were positioned over him. You grabbed his cock and started to gently rub up and down it, before lowering yourself onto him. You whimpered, Price steadying you. He watched you closely.

“Good girl, that’s it,” He grunted. His hands rested on your thighs. You were still so sensitive. You had a feeling you were going to be sensitive for the rest of the day.

“Captain…” You moaned out, not entirely sure where it came from. But it did something to Price. His hips bucked up immediately. You gasped. You were bouncing up and down, slowly at first. Your hands rested on Price’s chest to steady yourself, your legs still wobbly from the earlier interaction with Gaz.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Your whimpers and all of their groans and grunts filled the barracks, most likely. Your pace picked up and Price slapped his hand against your thigh, the smack ringing in your ears. The sting only turned you on more. “Fuck,” Price’s teeth were gritted, “love, you’re taking me so well.”

Your eyes shut tight and your mouth fell agape. One of your hands grabbed his, the one that rested on your thigh, and you were coming undone again. “John-” You stuttered out his name, “John, I’m gonna-”

Your movements slowed, but Price kept bucking his hips, causing your second orgasm to hit faster than you thought. A string of curses left your lips and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your stomach was in knots as you clenched around Price.

“Love, I’m-” He was so close… “Where?”

“Inside.” It was so clear and coherent. Price did not argue.

His hips bucked up a couple more times and suddenly he was cumming as well. You leaned down and your whole body tensed. The feeling of his cum spilling out and rolling down your thighs was all you could think about. Price pushed himself up and kissed you, catching you off guard. You were kissing until one of the guys stopped groaning and spoke up.

“My turn.”

You pulled away from Price and looked over your shoulder. Ghost. You blinked at him a few times and Price moved you off of him. He stood up and let Ghost approach you. Ghost looked at Soap and motioned for him to get behind you on the bed.

“This okay?” Soap asked.

“Yeah-” You started. Ghost clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh. Green.”

“Atta girl,” The tone in Ghost’s voice caught you off guard. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, love,” He began to pull his pants down, “but I’m not letting you on top. And the mask isn’t coming off.”

You nodded. Soap was behind you holding you. You began to wonder if Soap and Ghost had done something like this before… You, however, did not wonder for long. Ghost was on you quick, his mask pulled up slightly to kiss you. His hand was placed under your chin, keeping you in place. He pulled away from you and looked down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

Ghost’s fingers slipped down to your dripping pussy and he slid two fingers into you. He kept eye contact with you as he fingered you. You shut your eyes as he hit a spot you had never had someone reach with just their fingers and he clicked his tongue again.

“Look at me.” Ghost’s voice was gruff. Your eyes snapped back open and your chest heaved. “Good girl.” You were stuck trying to form a sentence again, and the word Ghost slid from your lips, but nothing else was intelligible. “Simon,” He leaned down to your ear, “You can call me Simon.”

You were sent into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up and as he dragged his fingers out of you, your hips tried to follow. You were putty in his hands. You were a blubbering mess once again. Another orgasm hit and you cried out for Simon. Your eyes screwed shut and you gripped onto Soap, who was still right behind you.

Simon pulled his fingers from you and slid them into your open mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You looked at him through half shut eyes and shut your mouth, sucking on his fingers. Simon smiled under his mask, you could see him smirking under it as you eagerly sucked his fingers. He removed them from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you watched him, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see what was next.

Simon grabbed your chin and made sure you stayed looking at him. “I’m going to fuck you, is that alright?” You nodded and he continued, “Soap is going to be here for moral support.” He patted your thigh. Soap’s hands rested on your hips, and as Simon said that, he gripped you tighter and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

‘Fuck,’ You thought, reeling from everything going on, ‘I’m going to need fucking support?’ You prepared yourself for what was to come. Simon told you to position yourself, and Soap, seeming to know the drill, helped you while Simon took his clothes off. Simon was completely naked except for his mask, and you were staring. Staring, and staring. Your head was resting on Soap’s stomach, and Soap was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Simon crawled onto the bed and leaned over you, angling himself at your entrance. His eyes cut to Soap and moved back to you.

“Green,” You were eager for him to continue. So he did. Simon’s hips thrusted into yours, his pace slow and steady. Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist and Soap rubbed your shoulders. He whispered how good you were, how amazing you had been, and how hot you looked taking Simon’s cock.

Your cries grew louder, and you begged and pleaded for Simon to go faster. Simon grunted as he did so. His pace picked up and you were being plowed into within seconds of asking. Your head rocked back and you looked at Soap.

“Johnny-” You whined, tears pricked your eyes, “Fuck-” You reached up for Soap, who was hard again, you could feel it, and you touched his face. Soap mumbled some swears but was quick to encourage you some more. “I can’t- Uhn-” Your legs tightened around Simon’s waist and you cried for him. His name ripped from your lips and you said it over and over. Moaning for more. Simon did not stop.

“You can-” Your words caught in your throat, “You can cum inside-”

Simon wasn’t far off from you. You were laying there, whining and mewling as he continued to wreck you. His thrusts began to pick up speed once more, until he finally came as well. His hips slowed slightly, and he placed his face in your neck. He moaned out your name and your stomach flipped.

Soap placed and a kiss on your forehead. “We can take a break if you need to?” You couldn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Simon pulled out of you and you lied there in Soap’s arms for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “Come on,” Price walked over to the bed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You didn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly and your brain was foggy. Your eyes cut over towards Price and you saw Gaz grow concerned. “You good?” He asked. You finally processed his words and gave a lazy thumbs up. This elicited a laugh from Simon.

After a couple minutes and Soap trying to get up, you stopped him. Your hand grabbed his bicep, “Wait,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from all the noises you had been making, “is this-” You froze momentarily, “Is this a one time thing?”

You could see them all look at each other and then back at you. They all started talking at the same time, “No!” “Of course not!” and “Do you want it to be?”

You sighed in contentment , “I think I could go for the occasional team bonding… If you guys are up for it of course!”

“Absolutely,” Simon leaned over you, “Now we really need to get this mess cleaned up.”

You smiled, agreeing, and let them help you. You had felt more confident than before, and while you knew you didn’t need to rely on others to make you feel that way, you hoped that whatever happened could continue.

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mockerycrow · 7 months

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okay so there is roommate!gaz, who’s basically your friend from teenage years, cute and all; there is roommate!soap, who is your drinking buddy, but what about roommate!ghost? the man will behave like a cryptid (or a literal ghost, hehe, get it get it), walking around the house at night, and scaring the shit out of you because the floodboards are horror movie type of squeaky, moving around things while you’re out of sight…sometimes messages appear on the mirrors and on the fridge (he’s just asking you to buy groceries)

- 🐇

kissing you PASSIONATELY, SWEETHEART AGAHAHS

At first, it isn’t on purpose. Simon is a naturally quiet man, despite his size. He instinctually walks silently, always so careful with his steps. The house you two have moved into, he wasn’t used to the creaks at first. After a while though, he memorized every noise the apartment makes—from the fridge hums when you open it late at night, to how the windows sound when you open them to air out the house if one of you two began to burn food.

That’s how you begin to know his steps are purposeful; he’s trying to scare you with how he steps on a creaky floorboard, making you swear and turn around late at night with a jolt. Simon’s notes are simple and to the point, but they are constant. A note left behind, but no sign of he himself. You know he finds it funny, too!

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #cod #mw2022 #modern warfare ii #mw2 2022 #crow’s thoughts #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x gn reader #ghost x gn!reader #simon riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #ghost call of duty

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Heyy!

How would 141 + Rudy and Alejandro react to the Reader that haves a tongue piercing?

TONGUE BAR SUPREMACY ON THIS PAGE! I recently bought a new bar for mine hehe. Found out my husband used to have his tongue pierced but took it out. He won’t put it back in. The wanker.

Warnings - allusions to smut, smut themes, piercings, gender neutral reader

Price 🥃

The first time Price saw your tongue piercing was when you were helping him with his reports. When you concentrate you had a cute habit of sticking your tongue out slightly. He loved it when your tongue grazed your top lip, as you desperately tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

He noticed a small black ball in your mouth which peaked his interest. ‘What’s that?’ He asked nodding towards your mouth. ‘This?’ You asked opening your mouth, your tongue piercing now in full view. ‘I didn’t know you had that.’

You smiled. ‘Yeah, don’t normally advertise it, like to see how long it takes people to notice.’ Price swallowed, hard. All he could think about was how it would feel grazing along the shaft of his cock. ‘Why’d you get it?’ He asked, trying to reposition himself in his chair subtly. Dropping the papers you walked around the desk, standing above him you ran your tongue along your teeth.

‘How about I show you instead?’

Soap 🧼

Soap hadn’t noticed you piercing until he felt it run along his tongue during a heavy make out session. He felt the small metal ball run along his tongue as he swiped his inside your mouth.

He pulled back ‘you’ve got your tongue pierced?!’ He almost sounded excited. You nodded, partly confused. ‘I used to have mine pierced! Took it out a long time ago though. Might have to put it back in.’

‘Oh cool! Will it go back in?’ You asked partly agitated, you wanted to go back to kissing. ‘I dunno maybe you can help me?’

You stroked his face, ‘maybe. But if you don’t start kissing me again I’m going to punch you.’ Taking that as his cue he placed his lips on yours once again, satisfying your hunger for him.

Ghost 💀

Ghost first saw your tongue bar when you poked your tongue out at him one day. You’d been sparring and he managed to get you in the floor. Flat on your back, completely at his mercy under his body. ‘Gotta be quicker than that to catch me’ he quipped. Rolling your eyes you stuck your tongue out.

Noticing the silver ball embedded in your tongue he took a double take. ‘Didn’t realise you had it pierced’ he said, somewhat surprised. You shrugged, still underneath him. He hummed to himself as he lifted his mask, sticking his tongue out you saw he had his pierced too.

‘I fuckin knew it!’ You shrieked in excitement. He allowed himself a small laugh ‘oh?’

‘Yeah, call it my super power. I can normally tell when people have it done.’

‘What gave me away’ he asked lowering himself closer to your face. ‘I can hear you playing with it for one. Two. You just look the type.’

‘Not much of a super power if you ask me.’

‘Wasn’t aware I was asking you’ you smiled. Your lips were dangerously close to one another’s now. Little did you know but Ghost couldn’t have been more turned on than he was right now.

Gaz 🇬🇧

You were out on a date with Gaz, at your favourite Italian in London. He was finally home from deployment, he’d promised you a proper date when he got back.

You were tucking into your pasta dish when you accidentally bit into the ball of your piercing. ‘Aw shit’ you muttered to your self, checking to see if you’d cracked your tooth.

‘You alright?’ Gaz asked peeking over the rim of the wine glass. ‘Yeah, just bit my tongue bar is all. So annoying when that happens.’ Gaz did a double take, eyebrows furrowed. ‘You’ve got your tongue pierced?’ His mind instantly took him to the dirtiest of places, he placed his hand over his mouth to hide is smirk.

Scoffing into your wine glass you smoked ‘play your cards right and maybe I’ll let you know what it feels like.’

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro noticed your tongue bar straight away, he always watched your lips when you spoke. Wanting to kiss them, make them his own.

He’d never kissed anyone with a tongue bar before, he wanted to know what it felt like. If he could even feel it at all. He day dreamed about kissing you all the time he just had to plan to make his move.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy first saw your tongue bar when you had all gone out for ice cream. It was a team building day and due to how hot it was, you all went to the local ice cream parlour.

You sat opposite him, ice cream in hand and as you swiped at your frozen treat with your tongue he noticed the small metal ball. The tongue bar left a small divet in the soft cream. A small drop of the vanilla ice cream fell from the corner of your mouth.

Boring your gaze into Rudy you licked at the stray drop causing him to flinch in the chair. Licking again at the ice cream you slowed your pace dawn, this time making sure he got a full view of your tongue bar. Biting your lip you winked at him before sauntering off to the toilet. Hoping he’d take the hint to follow you.

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starboyshoyo · 1 year

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Indulgence

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Kalim Al-Asim x fem!reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: fluff

Pampering your beloved with affection!

Kalim Al-Asim

You’re straddling Kalim’s lap as he sits cross-legged in the Scarabia lounge. The grand windows that arch overhead are open-air, but it feels as if there’s only the two of you in this world.

You’re facing him, carding your hands through his hair while he grins at you, eyes shining. Gently, you lean forward and give him a kiss to his forehead, laughing as he quickly pushes forward to roll you under him. Of course you couldn’t expect Kalim to sit still for so long; not without making a move himself.

Now, he’s laying on top of you and burying his face in your neck, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there. Hehe, I couldn’t resist that, he grins into your shoulder, peppering more kisses across every inch of skin he could find. You’re just too cute, sweetheart.

Deuce Spade

Deuce’s spine stiffens when he feels your arms wrap around him from the back.

He’s still not used to this brand of affection- the only times people used to touch him from behind were when they were picking a fight. But your hands are so much gentler than the pounding fists he used to know, and in a moment he’ll relax, melting into your arms with a sigh as you bury your face into his back, feeling the tensing in his muscles subside.

He smells of clean laundry and soap, with an underlying feel of comfort that you can’t quite describe. How is it that Deuce is always the right temperature for hugging? How does he fit so perfectly in your arms for a hug? It’s as if the universe has brought you together; shaping a love that was always meant to be.

Riddle Rosehearts

Though Riddle is usually composed, even he has his days where all he wants to do is crawl into bed and pull the covers up. You can always tell when he needs a little extra love, because his go-to comfort spot isn’t his own dorm- it’s yours.

When you unlock your door to find a small huddle under your blankets, you pull them back and crawl into bed with him. Riddle will slowly untangle himself from the sheets, laying his head on your chest with a sigh. Your heartbeat and the feeling of your hands on his back are comforts to him. They soothe him much more than any strawberry tart or warm cup of tea ever could.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

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yawujin · 9 days

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Hi there you're really cool (shuichi is great). If you wouldn't mind writing v3 boys x reader that dyes their hair a lot (wild colors each time)

Example: one week the reader has one hair color than a couple weeks later oop a different color.

Little bonus: the reader forgets to dye their hair and their roots grow back their natural hair color

I hope this made sense it's really late

Thank you

okay ramona flowers i see you lmao

request | how the v3 boys would react to reader that dyes their hair often

type | react , light hearted , non killing game , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara ♡

instantly but silently notices each time you do so

doesn't comment on it until you ask him if he likes the color of the week

ofc he does

"any reason in particular why you dye it so often?" he asks one day

you explain to him that you just enjoy it and that it's for fun

hmm would you want to dye your hair shuichi?

he raises his brows, surprised you'd ask him

"i'd try anything once so, i suppose!"

you two agree that he'll try it if you're the one dyeing his hair

rantaro amami ♡

unlike shuichi, he comments on it right away, sounding rather impressed

"well now, if it isn't the ultimate hairdresser~" he jokes

no seriously, where on earth do you find the time to dye your hair

he has certain colors he favors over others

especially on you

offers to paint your nails to match whatever color you have on your hair at that time

K1B0/kiibo ♡

omfg he's kinda jealous

he wishes he could also dye his hair but the chemicals in the dye would surely mess with the metal

you offer to get him wigs with different colors (and you know exactly where to get them from cough *tsumugi* cough)

he just laughs and says it's fine

adores each and every color on you

he's your go-to if you want to search for products that prevent damage from a lot of dyeing!

korekiyo shinguji ♡

would definitely bring up his research about how ancient peoples used to dye their hair using various things

like how vikings used to dye their hair blond using wood ash soap

hehe

anyway

he would also help you maintain it by offering to assist you in getting the dye in harder to reach places

like the very back of your head lol

offers to brush your hair after

"no matter what color you choose...you always look perfect."

kaito momota ♡

he never gets used to seeing you with a new hair color so often

everytime you greet him he's like

"again!?" and another two weeks go by

you have a brand new color

"AGAIN!?"

he doesn't hate it though, he finds it interesting

he really likes pastel blue on you

reminds him of neptune :)

gonta gokuhara ♡

he asks you about it

"why (Y/N) hair change so much?"

so you explain

you can practically see a lightbulb flash bright over gonta's head

"ah! gonta see..."

he really likes it

always asks ahead of time which color you are planning to dye your hair next

"gonta want to see if he can find bug to match (Y/N)'s hair!"

he'd then show you a beautiful orchid mantis which matched your baby pink hair

ryoma hoshi ♡

makes it a point to compliment you if you dyed your hair multi-colored

lowkey wants to you see you do the calico cat hair trend

offers one of his beanies to you if you feel embarrassed that you forgot to dye your hair and your roots begin to show

he thinks your natural hair color is cute though

maybe one day he'll get to see you with no hair dye at all (?)

kokichi ouma ♡

the first to notice that your roots are showing

he announces it aloud for all to hear

SHHHHH

he's just messing with you ofc

insists to everyone that you are a copycat when you decide to dye it purple

he really likes it when you dye it red

it just does it for him

winkk

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icyminghao · 1 year

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hello 💗💗 i love your fics so much

if you are taking requests now can i request boynextdoor as your bf's meeting your parents for the first time? thank you 😊

boynextdoor meeting your parents for the first time

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, crack (a little)

note for anon: thank you so much! hope you like it hehe

JAEHYUN

nervous puppy

would not stop asking you what your parents like to talk about on the way there (you entertain him though, he listens to what you have to say about your parents so attentively it does things to your heart)

you lowkey have to drag him to your parents’ front porch bc he’s having second thoughts as soon as you pull up on the driveway

your mom fawns over him, chattering about how “he’s so cute!” and “i’ve always wanted a son!” while jaehyun and your dad bond over his football knowledge (which your dad deems impressive, much to your endearment)

at the end of the day, jaehyun has charmed them so much you’d think you were the one visiting jaehyun’s parents with the way they’re so reluctant to let him go home with you

“You know, your dad has never been like this with any of the boys you’ve brought home before,” your mom sighs in bliss as the two of you stand by the kitchen, watching Jaehyun and your dad chat animatedly about football.

“Well, I guess he’s just really excited to have someone to geek out over football with,” you chuckle in reply, smiling in endearment at the two favourite men in your life bonding in front of your eyes.

“I think it’s more than that,” your mom speaks up, taking your hands in hers, “we’ve seen the way he looks at you, dear, he’s a real keeper.”

You choke on a breath. “Oh, mom, why are you getting sappy on me?”

“It’s true!” your mom breaks out into a small laugh, smoothing over your hair. “He must really love you a lot, to be coming all the way here and entertaining your old man. Take care of him, yeah?”

SUNGHO

don’t be deceived by the brave front he’s putting on, because as soon as you look away he’s on the verge of crumbling and folding in half at the stress

what if your parents don’t like him? he really doesn’t want to mess things up because he knows how much this means to you, and to your relationship

your warm hand on his thigh as he drives to your parents’ place soothes him just a little, overthinking the multitude of ways things can go wrong on the way there

once your parents open the door though, all his worries fade away

your parents are absolutely smitten with him

your mom fell in love with him as soon as she laid eyes on him (the face card truly does wonders!), though your dad needed some convincing before he grunted and reached out his hand for a handshake (he’s just sappy that he’s not the only man in your life anymore)

the dinner goes by smoothly, and sungho feels right at home as your parents treat him like one of their own!

“Let me help you with the dishes, sweetheart,” Sungho walks over to stand beside you as you scrub one of the many plates with dishwashing soap.

“It’s okay, dearie, you should go outside and entertain my mom. She’s quite the talkative one,” you reply, smiling at him with your eyes and nudging his shoulder to signal to him to go outside.

“Sungho? Come here, I got y/n’s old photo albums, you’ll love this!” your mom’s voice travels from the living room and into the kitchen, and you groan.

Sungho simply chuckles and tells your mom that he’d “be right over”. He rests a hand on your waist and squeezes the skin there, giving you a fond look that says “I’ll see you” in his dictionary before leaving to look at the treasure your mom brought in.

RIWOO

another nervous bf

he usually prefers to steer clear of social interaction, but this is for you, so he makes the effort to step out of his comfort zone to interact with the two other favourite people in your life

has to psych himself up constantly as the two of you approach your parents' place, holding onto your hand for comfort

all his worries go down the drain as he meets your parents, because they make him feel right at home immediately

he's practically their son at the end of the day, with your mom cooing over you and your dad nodding at you in acknowledgement

"Hey," Riwoo greets, taking a seat beside you on the couch. He had been helping your mom out in the kitchen after dinner, insisting to wash the dishes.

"Hey yourself," you nudge his arm, smiling. "How was today? You know, you're practically one of us now, with how Mom is absolutely smitten with you."

Riwoo lets out a soft smile. "I'm glad."

"That's a step closer to getting their approval to marry you, isn't it?"

TAESAN

he was born for this

he’s ready with a white button-down and navy blue slacks, a bouquet in hand for your mom (which you complain about in mock jealousy, bc he rarely ever goes all out for you)

his confidence falters a little once you reach your parents’ front porch, and you can see him start to doubt himself

you take his hand in yours and squeeze his hand reassuringly, reminding him that he has nothing to worry about

and he indeed doesn’t have anything to worry about, because his excellent social skills and ability to just know what to say everytime flatters both your mom and dad, much to your surprise

the day ends with your parents being completely won over by taesan, impressing you to no end

“Oh, come in, Taesan! y/n has told us so much about you, I’ve been waiting for you to come over,” your mom drags Taesan into the house as soon as the door swings open, leaving you behind with you dad as the both of you watch them leave.

“He doesn’t look half bad,” your dad acknowledges, stepping aside for you to come in.

Your mom talks Taesan’s ear off as he sits good-naturedly on the couch, the bouquet of flowers he brought resting on the coffee table, and you look on with a huge smile on your face.

“Mom, do you need help with preparing dinner?” you ask as an attempt to save Taesan from your mom’s never-ending talkativeness. Your mom lets out a surprised ‘oh!’, instructing you to stay put as she goes into the kitchen to resume preparing for dinner.

“She never runs out of things to ask you, huh?” you chuckle, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

Taesan suppresses a laugh. “Yeah. I was surprised, honestly, given how much you’ve already told her and your dad,”

LEEHAN

is excited and terrified at the same time

he’s excited to meet your parents, the very reason why you exist, and he’s terrified that they wouldn’t like him

he doesn’t show it though, but you can tell from how he starts breaking out into a cold sweat and starts tapping his foot on the way there

you take his hand in yours and squeeze it, and it calms him down a little

it takes a little convincing, but he makes it to your parents’ front porch with an uneasy smile plastered on his face

which turns into a genuine one as soon as your parents welcome him into the house warmly, making him feel right at home

the day ends with leehan’s heart (and stomach) full with love from your family, and he can’t wait to see them again

"So," you clasp your hands together and turn to look at Leehan once the both of you are in the car, "how was today? My parents didn't scare you off... right?"

Leehan breaks out into laughter, giving you the cutest eye smile you've ever seen. "No, of course not, baby. I loved today, your parents were really cool!"

"Really? I'm cooler though, right?" you smile giddily, reaching out to hold his hand.

Leehan taps his finger on his chin, pretending to think. "Hmm, I'll have to think about that one, actually."

"Hey!" you raise your voice in mock anger, and the two of you break out into laughter at the same time, leaning towards each other as you laugh.

"I'm kidding, I love you, yeah?" Leehan rests his forehead on yours, smiling brightly. "Let's go home."

WOONHAK

someone help this poor boy out he’s so nervous T-T

he’d be dreading it so bad the whole way there

it has nothing to do with you or your parents, of course, he’s just worried he wouldn’t be able to meet your parents’ expectations (you really weren’t helping when you recounted horror stories of how strict they were about who you were dating)

it would take some convincing and many kisses (+ promises to cuddle as soon as you get home) for him to finally get out of the car and onto your parents’ front porch

honestly he really had nothing to worry about, he doesn’t even have to do anything, just stand there with that goofy smile of his and your mom is sold

even your dad, who’s known to be extremely hard on whoever you bring home, gets along swimmingly with woonhak during the dinner (he even invites woonhak to come back again sometime, which shocks both you and your mom)

“Come on, mom, we have to go! Woonhak has an early day tomorrow,” you whine, pulling Woonhak towards the door, much to your parents’ dismay.

“Oh, y/n, it’s still early! I wanted to watch the Lakers game with Woonhak,” your dad cuts in, sounding so disappointed you coo on the inside.

“Mom, dad, can you at least act like you don’t want me to leave? You’re acting like Woonhak is your son at this point,” you complain jokingly, closing the front door and leading Woonhak to the living room.

“Well, we certainly don’t mind you guys getting married sooner if it means more opportunities to bond like this,” your dad makes an out-of-pocket comment, and your eyes widen.

You open your mouth to retort, but Woonhak takes your hand in his, beating you to it, “We’ll take that into consideration!”

a/n: this is probably not my best work i tried my best not to be repetitive i hope it's not really bad ><

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luveline · 2 years

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ok so !!! since reqs are technically open, i'm here hehe. no pressure tho, take ur time or just do it whenever you feel like doing it!

i feel like sometimes steve realizes he's in love in a strange way (kind of). for the others, it's already painfully obvious that he's in love with the reader but he's always like "nah, i'm not we're just good friends" yada yada. but then he sees you wearing his shirt and he's like "holy shit I AM in love" and it's cute 😭

This is the cutest concept ever! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope this is alright! 0.9k fem!reader

He doesn't mean for it to happen. Dustin's being a mouthy little shit and Steve's trying to assert some dominance. The shove is purely playful, Dustin's less so, and the second sends his young friend careening into you at high speeds.

The paper plate in his hand ends up pressed flat to your chest, ketchup and mustard instantly ruining the fabric of your cute shirt.

He feels a pinching, unbearable feeling at the sad frown on your lips as you look down. There's a smattering of condescending applause and cheers from the pool, a monotone, "Good work, idiot!" from his favourite coworker.

Steve is never hosting a barbecue again.

"Shit. Y/N, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you say, smiling at him despite the terrifying glassy quality of your eyes.

Dustin gives a similar, ashamed apology and you give him the same response. Steve stares at you with wide eyes, alarmed, and Robin pinches his arm until he flinches back into her, elbow jabbing for her waist when she says, "You need to take her inside and fix your mess. Like, now."

"Shit," he says again. He clears his throat and calls to you, "Come on, I have something you can change into."

You follow him inside. Steve ignores the giggling and suggestive looks he gets. His friend are insistent; if you ask any of his dorks they'll all say the same thing – that Steve is in love with you. Not just likes you, the full L word. Steve resents this. He would know if he was in love with you. It would be pretty obvious.

You know where his room is. He's quick for the closet, searching through clothes for something that's going to fit you well. He picks out a soft t-shirt, finds you wringing your fingers in the doorway.

"I'm really sorry," he says. "I'll pay for dry cleaning. Or the shirt. Even though it was totally Dustin's fault."

"It's okay. Really, Steve." You give him a smile he's seen a thousand times before, soft as a flower petal and twice as pretty. You've always been beautiful, more as you get older.

Steve passes you the shirt and looks at your hands as you take it, the guilt heavy. You already know where his bathroom is. "There's-" his eyes dart to the red and yellow stains on your collar, "towels and soap and whatever. Don't worry about making a mess."

"Thank you," you say. You sound more than genuine.

Steve nods and you disappear into the ensuite. He decides to wait on the bed for you, kicking his guilty feet. He can hear your comings and goings, the running tap, the sound of your shirt hitting the laundry basket.

Steve feels something sharp when you open the door. He doesn't know if it's coming from his chest or his heart or his brain, maybe somewhere deep in the abyss of his stomach. It's like a shock.

He hadn't expected to feel like this.

You're in his shirt. You've wiped your chest and neck and face with a washcloth and your skin still glows with dampness. You don't seem so upset now that you're clean, beaming as you emerge.

"Steve, your hand soap smells really good."

"Yeah?" he asks, swallowing around the lump in his throat

The hair surrounding your face is wet. "Yeah, it's amazing. I left my shirt in your bathroom but, honestly, maybe you could just throw it out. I think it's done for."

You giggle. Steve feels startled. Has your laugh always sounded like that? He needs to hear it again, to be sure.

"More done for than your flour sack baby senior year?"

You laugh, tracking towards him on light footing. Closer, he can see where his shirt hangs off the hills and lines of your body.

"Maybe the same amount."

Shit, he thinks. Those shitheads might be fucking right.

I think I'm in love with her.

"Are you okay?" you ask, paused in front of him. Worry lines your features.

"I'm great," he says, taking you in, feeling like this is the first time he's ever seen you. "Never better."

His realisation crests a well of elation, elation and desperation, because suddenly he wants to tell you how pretty you are and how good you look in his clothes, how he wants to be closer to you. The words burn a hole in his tongue.

Affection for you hikes up high. He reaches out, unthinking, and takes the hem of your borrowed shirt in his hands, neatening it up though there's no reason to. You let him without any complaint or suspicion.

"Do I look okay?" you ask him, striking a small, awkward pose that has his heart skipping a beat.

"You look killer," he says, tone joking though he's never been more serious.

"Thank you." You grin, spinning on your heel and trailing out of the room.

You double back when he doesn't follow. "Steve?"

Seeing you for a second time isn't any less evocative.

"Yeah, I'm coming," he says, following you down the stairs. He's struck by the realisation that he might follow you anywhere, and then wonders if Dustin gave him a concussion without his noticing. Fuck, he thinks, I'm so screwed.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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Any particular headcanons sfw/nsfw for Fem!Kalim x Fem!Jamil?

For some reason I imagine that brushing and braiding each others hair is something they do.

Ohh, of course, I have headcanons about these two too!

Really loving the fact that we’ve been talking about the girlies a lot these past couple of weeks hehe, I’m glad you enjoy reading about these. For some reason, headcanons for these two ended up being more cute than spicy, I hope you don’t mind that… but still, there is some spiciness going on~

You’re absolutely right about Kalim and Jamil braiding each others, hair, and here are some thoughts about it (and other things):

Jamil braids Kalim’s hair more often though. She helps Kalim maintain her hair in general: washes it, combs it, braids it every morning and accessorizes it, takes everything down at the evening, combs it again and braids it again before going to sleep. Kalim knows how to do basic things like washing and combing her own hair of course, but it feels good when Jamil does it, so she prefers to leave it to her. She also likes to braid Jamil’s hair, but doesn’t do it often: Jamil doesn’t really like her hair being touched.

They sleep in the same bed more often than the original Kalim and Jamil. Jamil considers this to be one of Kalim’s many whims, but doesn’t mind it too much: it’s easier to ensure that she is safe that way, I guess. The problem is that whenever they sleep together, Kalim doesn’t want to go to sleep and starts talking until she’s so exhausted that she falls asleep mid-sentence with her mouth open. And sometimes instead of falling asleep, she climbs onto Jamil, clings to her, hugs her tightly and kisses her cheek. She is probably even more touchy than boy!Kalim…

Kalim gets excited when Jamil and her get their period at the same time lol Whenever she mentions it, Jamil usually rolls her eyes, because this is a) kind of a dumb thing to get so happy about; b) nothing special because of course they’ll coincide once in like 4-6 months; c) not something that the older daughter of the Asim family should yell about in front of the entire dorm???

They’re pretty comfortable being naked around each other, because they pretty much always wash together. It’s a pretty natural thing for them, but sometimes the atmosphere gets weirdly intimate, especially when Kalim rests her head on Jamil’s lap, rubs her cheek on her thigh, looks at her and says that Jamil is very beautiful and attractive. Yeah right, from that angle she’s certainly very beautiful and attractive 🙄 Also, after saying that and maybe even kissing Jamil’s stomach, she starts fooling around again and playing with water and bubbles, giggling like a Disney princess. Jamil just can’t understand her sometimes. She’s so oblivious and childish, but there is obvious _intent_ behind her actions whenever she rubs Jamil’s body, and it’s not her passionate desire to rub the soap in.

But not everything about these two together is so ambiguous and mysterious: despite being seemingly innocent, Kalim has sexual desires and expresses them. But in a weird way: Jamil would expect Kalim to ask Jamil to pleasure her or something, but instead Kalim either asks Jamil to undress in front of her and sit on her lap like that (in a reverse cowgirl position), or simply asks Jamil to lie down in her bed so Kalim could undress her herself. At first it was the only thing Kalim asked for, but then she started kissing Jamil’s body, and at some point she started kissing her _down there_, and Jamil felt like an idiot because she didn’t see it coming. Long story short, after that they started to have sex. Jamil is 100% sure that Kalim is just toying with her servant girl’s sexy (“I guess”) body, but for Kalim it’s very serious: she is certain that they are in love.

#replies #kalijami #headcanons #genderswap

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inkykeiji · 1 month

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Girl please stop writing alastor, if I cum again I'm gonna throw up 😭❤️ you're too good at writing himmmmm I think the way you characterise him is *exactly* the way I imagine him to be... he definitely makes you undress at night too, he sits there with a mug in his hand, watching you strip, he makes a fucked up ritual for everything. He probably bathes you himself while tending to your stitches cuz why would he ever let you do that? You won't do it right, not the way *he* does it....

OH OH OH and I've been meaning to ask you for the longest while: is the cut he gives reader during "make a mess of me" the one that tends to in the short piece where reader ripped open her stitches while wearing white?

I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this month's period is easier on you ❤️

AHAHAHA oh my gosh anon!!! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ you’re so sweet aaaah thank you so much, that is SUCH a huge compliment!!! i really love writing alastor and exploring him as a character, i find him super fascinating and rly fun to write!! <33

omggg you are absolutely right, he 100% turns your undressing + bedtime routine into some sort of sacrament he controls; after he’s brushed your teeth and washed your face and tended to your hair, he picks out your pjs, watches with that smug satisfaction as you pull off the outfit he assembled for you this morning and slip on the cute lil nightie he’s selected for tonight. there’s a certain type of pride glimmering in his eyes, barely dimmed by the steam curling up from his tea; something sharp and bright that flares with each of your obedient actions, something that glows with the potency of such powerful ownership. and then, when you are finally finished and ready to curl up in the fluffy lil bed that sits in the corner of his room right next to his writing desk, he allows you to kneel at his feet, chin resting on his thigh as slim fingers tenderly unfasten that precious collar, still weighted around your neck <3

oh, of course! tending to your wounds—his wounds—happens to be his favourite ritual; well, right behind gifting you those injuries, that is. he always forces you into the clawfoot tub, even if you don’t necessarily need a bath; always makes sure the water is just a hint too hot, so he can devour that adorable little wince the moment the water stings your skin; and always cleanses your body head-to-toe, paying special attention to the gashes and bites and scratches he’s etched into your flesh—new and old. he revels in the sweet little gasps he pulls from your throat when he presses a touch too hard, the precious little hisses spit from between clenched teeth when he grinds soap into a fresh cut, murmuring out in that syrupy tone, oh, does that hurt, sweetheart? <3

ah good question!!! it is not the same wound, no (though u could read/interpret it that way, if you want to!), in my mind they were two completely separate incidents hehe c: aw thank u so much! uGH i spent most of today in bed writhing in pain >.<

#my period is REALLY kicking my ass this month #like kicking me in the gut #knocked me on my back for real #lmaooooo but anyway!! thank u so much for this ask!!#i hope ur having a fab weekend bb <3 pls stay safe n drink water!!#inky.alastor #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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joanofarcbutsilly · 10 months

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john “soap” mactavish x reader

ft. ghost

cute little thoughts about soap and reader finding a place to enjoy

reader is gender neutral! can be read as platonic or romantic!

my favorite order at MY local diner is included as a little easter egg hehe

one of the ways soap shows you he cares is by remembering as much information about you as he possibly can

pov: you and soap are at a diner you two love to visit on your off time after being relocated

a little establishment that’s pretty close to the base, just near enough to be able to sneak off without being caught be ghost

simon always knows when you and johnny leave camp, nothing really escapes him, especially the goings on at work. even though he will ALWAYS be able to find another task that needs completing for one or both of you, he also knows that soap loves the thrill of your “secret” rendezvous. he won’t admit it, but he finds it very cute, and how could he put a stop to such a simple pleasure?

anyways! back to soap!

so you two are at the your little hide out hole-in-the-wall, just chatting it up about anything and everything

soap LOVES to gossip

he will tell you some probably (read: definitely) fake stories. like the time he had to share a bed with the rest of the 141 at a safe house, and he SWEARS TO GOD that when he woke up in the middle of the night he saw simon and price cuddling in their sleep.

you can make fun of him all you want, call him a no good liar, say you KNOW it’s not true, you can even bring proof! tell him about the time you and ghost had to share a little patch of floor for bedtime, and when you knocked into him in his sleep he punched you in the stomach so hard you almost threw up.

soap says simon must just not like you that much, because he SWEARS ghost has kissed him on the forehead in his sleep.

he is such a faker.

there is no real point in arguing with him, he will defend each and everyone of his tall tales to his death. he has swore on everything he holds dear, including his mother, and locked pinkies with you so many times that it’s a little inside greeting for the two of you now.

you and soap have also challenged yourselves to try EVERYTHING on the menu. johnny insists that you give every menu item a shot, even the ones you know for a fact you won’t/don’t like. HOWEVER, he always has a clever excuse to why he can’t eat anything with mushrooms.

the seriousness of his “allergy” to mushrooms has been recorded ranging from hives, to immediate anaphylactic shock, he’s even claimed that he will combust into flames.

YOU have to try everything though. no excuses.

once you have managed to taste the entire menu, you go back to ordering whatever is your favorite

which brings us to soap’s next little quirk

soap LOVES ordering for you

not in a controlling way of course! he just loves to show off how well he knows you, to the smallest detail!

he knows EXACTLY how you like your favorite drink. how many creamers and sugar packets you like in your coffee, the juice you prefer (and has no shame in asking for mixes of several types, since he knows that you like an apple and cranberry juice concoction), and if you like iced tea, he knows how many lemon slices you like and if you like it sweetened or unsweetened. he knows all of this by HEART. your preferences are tattooed onto his soul.

so when the waitress comes over and turns to you to ask for your order, soap holds up both of his hands frantically and exclaims for you to wait. he then leans forward with his eyes closed and his elbows on the table, fingers massaging his temples.

“hmmm-“ he starts, much too seriously for the problem at hand, “they wan’ a denver skillet. eggs sunny side up. extra cheese and peppers. replace the toast with pancakes. with chocolate chips. and sprinkes. and whipped cream.”

he breaks character when he can’t hold back anymore and his face cracks into a smile, “could ya’ make the pancakes into a mouse?”

the waitress is charmed and amused by the two of you, and especially appreciates the generous tip she gets from you both, so she is more than willing to put up with your shenanigans.

soap still has a sly grin when he asks you if you’d like to change anything

soap is a human garbage can, so if you order for him (just make sure it doesn’t have mushrooms), whatever it is, he will loudly declare that it was the best meal he’s ever had.

when you and the rest of the 141 eventually have to move from this base to the next, this little tradition continues. you and soap immediately hunt out the closest local eatery, and start all over.

bonus!!

soap cannot keep his mouth shut, and will tell ghost all of the details of your excursions when he gets bored on coms.

ghost will just ignore him most of the time, just humming in false acknowledgment of whatever the hell soap is saying.

BUT. soap doesn’t know it, but his Lt. has taken the liberty to visit the same establishments as the two of you, and has escaped running into you guys by the skin of his teeth.

thank god he never stays, because soap would be in SO MUCH SHIT

#john mctavish #soap x y/n #soap x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #john mactavish x you #john mactavish x reader

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gentil-minou · 8 months

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wlw wangxian for @wlwangxianweek

Day 1 - In Over My Head (aka short girl Wei Ying being in over her head with her crush on the tall new girl Lan Zhan)

Wei Ying has sat in the second row from the front of the board since the very first day of school. It was the perfect spot, actually. Right next Mianmian and in front of her brother so maximum annoyance potential. Perfect. Best of all, no one sits in front of her, which is soooo important because no one tells you how awful being the shortest girl in your grade is until you're trying to see over their dumb big heads so she can see what the teacher's writing.

As long as they don't elbow her (though if they do, Wei Ying is much stronger than she looks. She can take them These thighs are all muscle, baby), she's peachy keen. Even when assholes like Wen Chao try to make fun of her, being this short gives her the perfect angle to look down at his crotch, frown, and say, "Wow, I'm so sorry. I think you can get surgery to fix that." Before running away cackling. She's fast, and these lumbering idiots will never catch up to her anyways, hehe.

So Wei Ying is feeling pretty damn good about everything, until the new girl walks into their homeroom.

She's laughing at something Nie Huaisang said and so isn't entirely paying attention until their teacher draws their attention. When she turns around, all she can see is the back of someone very, very tall, with incredibly long hair that goes all the way down their back.

Shiny and silky, the kind she'd seen in hair commercials, with the shower running overhead and soap streaming down a stranger's body…

Wow, Wei Ying must be envious. She's always liked her messy waves, but maybe it's just that she's interested in growing her hair out and straitening it or something.

Anyways, that's not the most important thing here. The most eye-catching thing about this new kid is how incredible tall she is. Like, almost reaching the top of the blackboard, taller than most of the boys tall. Wei Ying's head would probably wouldn't even reach her shoulders.

"So cool…" she whispers, subconsciously. Jiang Cheng elbows her to quiet down and she yelps, "Hey!" which unfortunately draws everyone's attention to her, including the new girl.

And…oh. Wow. New girl isn't just tall. She's so pretty. Model pretty. Pretty pretty.

Wei Ying's struck dumb by the way New Girl fixes an intense gaze on her, peering above wire-rimmed glasses with eyes honey-brown and lashes long enough the must brush against her glasses all the time. She's staring at her, well, glaring at her more like, but wow, Wei Ying doesn't mind at all.

She gulps as her eyes trails down the side of New Girl's perfectly sloped nose, down to thick plump lips that are pursed in a frown and just…ah, her throat feels parched.

Wei Ying has never cared much about other people's bodies before. She's touched herself, of course, but she hasn't had more than a peripheral interest in others. Her breasts are small and she's perfectly fine with them. The rest of her female friends are a bit larger than her, but it's never been much of big deal for her. She changes in front of them all the time and there's never been even the smallest hint of anything more untoward.

Now, she can't look away. She doesn't think she wants to.

New Girl's breasts are…incredible. Wow. She buttons her shirt all the way to the top, but she must have the wrong size or something because one of the buttons is stretched a bit and Wei Ying can just barely make out the lace edge of her—

Mianmian clears her throat beside her.

Oh. Wei Ying was staring. With her mouth wide open in an o. And standing up over the desk to lean forwards on the palm of her hands.

Oh.

Wei Ying drags her gaze back up to New Girls face and…yup, New Girl's glare is 1000% times worse now. But her ears are also tinged pink, peaking through strands of her long hair.

It's cute…really cute. She's super cute. Yeah.

"Wei Ying?" the teacher asks, "Are you perhaps volunteering to guide Lan Zhan around the school?"

"Huh?" Wei Ying says around her still dry throat, the name echoing in her head. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Wow.

She's a bit speechless still, but Jiang Cheng elbows her again and that seems to do the trick, fixing whatever got dislodged from her brain, and sending her back into high gear.

Yeah, she can totally show New Girl— Lan Zhan, wow, around! She's great at that.

She beams her brightest grin across the classroom, and okay Lan Zhan just frowns more but somehow that just makes her even prettier. "I'd be happy to!"

"Wonderful," their teacher says, amused. "Lan Zhan you may take a seat in front of Wei Ying then and she will give you a tour around the school after class."

Lan Zhan nods and walks over, except it almost seems like she glides over, the ends of her long uniform-issued skirt swishing around her ankles revealing plain white socks and matching shoes. It should be ridiculous but with the way her hair fans out behind her just makes her look ethereal. Wei Ying can almost imagine the sparkles that would follow in her wake.

Lan Zhan stops in front of her new desk and glances at Wei Ying, who smiles back up at her, all friendly and everything so she feels super welcome. Lan Zhan's face doesn't change at all, just gives her an impassive look before she sits down and...

Oh. That's a problem.

She blocks the board…Wei Ying can't see at all.

Normally, Wei Ying wouldn't think twice about telling someone to move their big head…except Lan Zhan doesn't have a big head.

Her head is small and perfect actually, and her hair slides over her shoulder and it's taking everything Wei Ying has in her to not touch it and see just how soft it is….but that's not the point. She can't see, and she's feeling so hot and flustered by it for some reason she doesn't know what to do at all.

Then, almost as if she can read her mind, Lan Zhan glances at her and, seeming to understand, shifts to the side so Wei Ying can see perfectly just around her shoulder.

Wei Ying smiles at her and taps her shoulder to say thank you, earning a static shock that's electrifying and sends sparks down her spine to pool in something low and deep within her.

Lan Zhan nods again, eyes cast and demure, and turns back to the board.

It's worked. Wei Ying can see the board again perfectly. So even if the new girl is kinda mean-looking, she's kind. The realization makes Wei Ying's heart flutter and her cheeks turn an embarassing pink. She tucks her chin into her hands, palms at her cheeks hoping her cool skin can relieve some of the heat.

But there's a new problem now. With the way Lan Zhan is sitting now, towards the side and angled a bit as she jots down notes with perfect penmanship, Wei Ying can study her profile. An unobstructed view.

It's very distracting, she can't focus on anything the teacher is saying, at all.

A very pretty distraction. Oh dear.

TBC

(threadfic here)

#GEDDIT??? IN OVER HER HEAD??? CAUSE SHE'S SHORT??????????????????? GEDDIT #i really wanna continue this and give my high school self so much catharsis #i dont know how to explain the brain rot i' have about short girl x tall girl wangxian like its taking over my everything #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #wlw wangxian #wlwangxianweek #genderbend #cisswap wangxian #genderbent wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs musings #bushy writing #okay now to write a thirsty wlw fic for xiantober dskjghs

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Can we get a headcanon where the reader sleeps alone, but the pillarmen keep coming to her to make a little nest to sleep all together (or bring her to their nest) and she wakes up in their arms?

Welp! Let me change it a little! What if the reader sees the process through a baby camera since they wanted to record anything bad happened? Hehe, let me see what I can do! Wouldn't it be cute that they all wanted to be with the reader but they don't want to admit it?

Dealing with pillarmen that doesn't know personal space, except for Whammu because he's a good boy, is really hard. Especially when they feel entitled to be with you, nothing romantic in general (since I don't do polygamy) just platonic love, ehem...if they admit to it though.

Okay so let's say that you have been trying to maintain your privacy with four pillarmen in your house, so you try to lock your windows and door of your room so you can sleep peacefully, and no, none of Acdc's whines and Kars's tempting suggestions at having him next to you so you can enjoy his presence, the guy smells like heaven all the time, can make you give in and let them in your room. And you make sure to lock any entrance properly, but you fail every night, finding yourself surrounded by four bulky men sleeping next to or om the ground. No lock or warning can stop them. You're not safe without being in their sight range!

You soon got fed up changing locks and finding yourself on top of a nearly naked demi vampire God. So you tried to drail some sense into them.

"For the last time guys..." you groaned as you snatched the mug of coffee from Acdc as he patted your head. You narrowed your eyes at him so he knew he had to move his hand away. "I'm a grown-up, okay? I surely need people's company when I'm going to sleep but not all the time! Like...don't you guys have anything to do? You've given me enough money from selling your jewelry and I've provided you with four big mattresses! Why don't you just let me be?" You said as you sipped on the coffee, having a look of "I'm fed up with your vamp shit" on your face. Whammu cleared his throat and looked away, Santana started to count the numbers of cereals in his bowl and Kars looked at his painted nails. They were ignoring whatever you tried to explain to them. You were their little human and you had to be at their arm's reach all the time.

This was why you decided to set a camera to see why none of your locks worked. So you purchased one and set it up when no one was watching, so you could record yourself sleeping. The night passed smoothly for you, you did your nightly routine and went to your room after saying good night to pillarmen who were still watching telly, you never found out why they were so interested in stupid soap operas, locked the door of your room and went back to sleep.

Not surprisingly when you woke up by alarm you were sleeping on top of Whammu who had hugged you closely, Kars was sleeping next to him as Santana had laid on the floor, hugging the plushie you had bought him. Acdc was nowhere to be seen but you could hear him humming in the kitchen as he cooked breakfast. AND THE DOOR WAS OPEN! Its key was mutilated and there was no use in keeping it. The company who repaired your doors was going to question the reason for the frequently destroyed keys and you didn't want to explain anything!

Anywho, you didn't argue with them that morning, which was pleasantly surprising to the pillarmen, you just watched your phone as they looked at you curiously. They were not aware of the fact that you were watching the camera's footage.

The first stages of the video were normal, but soon after you had gotten into a deep sleep, the lock was destroyed and melted down by Acdc's hot veins. You had guessed it was him since the metal had melted down, but apparently, on other nights, Kars had sliced the lock since the kick was cut in half clean. Acdc crawled into the room and as he tucked you in more he hugged you from behind.

A few minutes passed and Kars joined his friend, hugging your other side. No wonder that night you had a pleasant dream of a garden, it must have been his scent filling your nose.

Whammu joined in when Acdc had fallen asleep, he just slept on the rug, later in the video you'd find out that Acdc had woken him up so he could keep you company while the old volcano was cooking in the kitchen.

You were both pissed and in awe at those proud pillarmen who were so much eager to keep you close while you slept. But the peak of the video, which made you spit your coffee out when you saw it and made Acdc and Whammu worried, was the part that Santana's head showed up facing the camera, its mouth open as it looked at the camera, the guy was indeed clever. But the silly way he stared at the camera with mouth open made you laugh so hard that you couldn't drink your coffee.

Apparently you had to put up with them and let them sleep with you, so, rip privacy!

#blue answers #jojo #yandere jojo #yandere #yandere jojo x reader #yandere pillarmen #pillarman x reader #acdc #whammu #kars #santana #jojo bizzare

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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Anonymous asked: Hii i would to order some relationship headcanons plis with a giggly and sociable mc fem with beautiful golden curls like shirley temple for example ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა for heartslabyul and only if possible in another post for diasonmia 👀👌 thanks you and have a good day *hug

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Here's that other part I promised you to post! Here you'll find Trey, Cater and Riddle! Please, enjoy~♥ I hope you'll like it. If there's something you want me to fix, let me know, darl! ps. Please, dear anon, let me know if you liked these Heartslabyul's posts! Next time I can think of making Diasomnia too (if you want me to write it, please remind me once I open my inbox again♥ Thank you)

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw, cute stuff only here~♥

⭐𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞⭐ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐦𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬

⭐Trey would be the one to get along with her the best.

⭐Since he's the one who's considered as a kind of brotherly figure in Heartslabyul..

⭐...and since mc would act so responsibly and wisely..

⭐that's why they both would become friends immediately.

⭐Let's be honest, though:

⭐At first Trey would act like an older brother to mc most of the time

⭐Like he'd ask her if she's already brushed her teeth or if she's already done her homework

⭐Trey would cook for her her favourite sweets and probably even do some pranks to her

⭐Because we already know how much he likes to do small pranks to people!

⭐"Hahah! You should have seen your face, mc! You looked so disgusted..! You really thought that was actual cream?! It's actually soap, mc!! Hahaha!"

⭐Soon though Trey would notice how gorgeous she is.. How her blonde curls shine under the sun lights..

⭐.. And how her soothing voice usually speaks strangely too wisely for her age.

⭐She's young and yet so wise... So beautiful..

⭐After hearing her giggle.. After hearing her cute chuckle and seeing her smile.

⭐That's when Trey would understand that mc got his heart

⭐That he has completely fallen for her.

⭐But he wouldn't confess immediately but change his attitude towards her..

⭐Mc would notice him becoming sweeter and kinder with her as the days passed...

⭐"Trey, you cooked my favourite sweet again! Aw.. You're so sweet! Thank you so much!"

⭐He'd smile in response and enjoy the view of her eating..

⭐Her cute and giggly pink lips would get some cream while eating...

⭐And Trey would touch them to wipe the cream away.

⭐That would be the moment mc would feel her heart beating faster just like Trey would feel his one racing.

⭐His fingers would slowly and delicately wipe away that cream from mc's pink lips.

⭐"Hehe... How embarrassing... Mc.. You're the only one who can makes my heart race like crazy..."

⭐"There's a new student? Really??"

⭐Cater would be surprised by hearing from the others that there's a new student

⭐He'd feel curious to meet her..

⭐...also, a picture with the new student could be likable on Magicam for sure!

⭐So Cater would start looking around, framing with his smartphone around the courtyard, seeing tons of students.

⭐His friendly yet mysterious eyes would wander around the crowd, looking for new faces...

⭐Soon though, while keeping his eyes on his smartphone's screen and keeping framing what's around him..

⭐Cater would see mc giggling and smiling brightly while speaking with some other students.

⭐Her smile.. Her beautiful blonde curls.. Her energetic and cute eyes..

⭐Everything about her would make him feel his heart beating faster.

⭐"Is... Is she anyone famous on social media...? Maybe a model from Magicam...? She's.. Gorgeous..."

⭐He couldn't help but took a picture- or maybe a few- of her while she'd smile and giggle.

⭐Cater would soon get along with mc after meeting her properly.

⭐He'd ask to take pictures with her and he would occasionally even take tons.

⭐Like during school projects, Vargas camps or even after school in the cafeteria during lunch time

⭐Cater would get each chance to take pictures of mc and admire her beauty.

⭐But he'd feel a little bit nervous around her as soon as he'd realize to be in love with her.

⭐After realizing that his heart couldn't help but racing inside his chest.

⭐"She's so perfect, wise..smart and beautiful.. How could I have a chance with her...?"

⭐I don't know why, but I feel like mc would prove to be even brave by confessing her feelings first.

⭐Cater would be scared of being rejected so he would try his best to "forget" about his feelings while he's with her.

⭐This time with Cater mc would be the one to tell him that she's got a crush on him, then!

⭐"w-wow... Uhm.. Y-you really have a crush on me, you say...?"

⭐"Hehe... Cay-Cay is happy! He's going to date the most beautiful and wisest woman here at NRC!.. Oh..hehe.. Y-you're right.. You're the only woman too.... hehe... My bad-"

⭐Riddle would be the first one to greet mc

⭐As Heartslabyul's housewarden, it's one of his responsibility to greet new students.

⭐So he'd be one of the first students mc would meet at NRC

⭐Of course Riddle would be surprised by her beauty.

⭐He'd think to himself that her golden curls.. Her soothing giggle.. Her cute eyes.. Everything about her is beautiful.

⭐.. He'd think that she seems an angel sent by the heavens to Twisted Wonderland.

⭐But he'd fall in love with her only after realizing that she's wise and responsible too.

⭐That she's not only beautiful but also smart and mature.

⭐That even if pretty young, she's wise and responsible.

⭐That he has a sense of justice and follows rules..

⭐Riddle would argue with her about useless and stupid rules, that's true..

⭐..but I feel like her wisdom.. Her being responsible and almost mature would drive Riddle to think more about which rules should be followed and which not.

⭐"Huh.. So you say that there are rules which are worth it to be followed.. And others which are not... hmm.. your way of thinking is... particular, mc..."

⭐Mc would show him a sense of justice and authority which would be charming, especially to a guy like Riddle who's constantly acting like a kind of policeman in NRC...(?!)

⭐Riddle would soon shyly start to invite mc over to have some tea with him..

⭐Since he has no experience with girls, I'm sure Riddle would ask Trey for some advices..

⭐"Sh-should... Should I cook her something?.. M-maybe buying her some flowers...?"

⭐Or he'd even try his best not to follow Ace's ones-

⭐"N-no, Ace!! I won't take her to Phantom Manors!- And no, it's not because I'm scared! It wouldn't be romantic at all!...- I said I'm not scared!"

⭐He'd enjoy his time with mc so much, but he'd especially like her giggle and smile.

⭐As Riddle would try speaking with a neutral tone, he'd find mc giggling:

⭐"Wh-what...? You think I'm... Funny? B-but.. I didn't say any joke..... - Hehe.."

⭐Riddle would giggle too, letting himself go as he'd hear mc's soft and cute amused chuckle..

⭐Would he confess his feelings?

⭐Probably he would...

⭐..after preparing even the slightest details of his confession plan..!

⭐Because we all know that Riddle really cares to have a sort of schedule... or routine...

⭐He's too organized...

⭐"Mc.. Uhm.. I have something to tell you.. Uhm... C-can you follow me..? I.. I prepared a special dinner... For us. P-please.. enjoy your time with me.. hehe~"

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