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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fiancé Edition

Fiancé!Vox x gn!Reader

A/N: MY BRAINROT IS BRAINROTTING OKAY I JUST NEEDED TO DUMP THIS STUFF SOMEWHERE AFTER SEEING ALL THE WIFEY ALASTOR AND LUCIFER STUFF- LIKE I LOVE THOSE TWO BUT LEMME YEET IN MY BELOVED SAMSUNG TV NOW YALL- THIS COULD MOST LIKELY BE OOC COMPARED TO CANON BUT LIKE- LET ME DREAM I WANT THIS FLATSCREEN SO BAD P L E A A A S E-

A/N: This little thingy would have both an SFW and NSFW portion, mostly because I'm a depraved little shit and I am downbad for a 7ft bipedal television with issues-

SFW HEADCANONS:

Now first off, y'all probably would've been dating a long long while before this mans would pop the question.

I feel like he'd know that he wants to marry you, but he's so unsure of it plus he's concerned about how that would affect you in all of it.

Like, oh great if this gets out suddenly you've got one of the biggest targets on your back because you're the technology overlord's fiance and soon to be wife/husband.

As if you hadn't already when you both started dating-

Vox is a perfectionist so I'd imagine he would try so so hard to get everything completely flawless for his proposal.

But nothing goes his way that day, none, nada, zilch-

That's just his luck, totally not because it got screwed over by a certain radio demon for shits and giggles.

But he ends up asking you anyway, though a bit indirectly because it slips during his irritated rant.

"I can't believe they managed to spill wine all over me back there! All over one of my best suits as well!"

"Hun, we could always send your suit to the professional cleaners. It's okay! We can always just go someplace else next time too-"

"No! That- ugh! I had all these plans today and they were just ruined! I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for when I was going to propose to you-"

"You were gonna what-"

Vox immediately shut up once he realized his screwup then.

So much for keeping it a surprise!

That's kind of how you ended up with a diamond ring on your finger that night.

And that's how Vox ended that really stressful day with an extremely satisfying night.

He ditched work the next day and just spent it being all over you.

Yes he admires the ring on your hand from time to time, this man just stares.

You can betcho ass that ring is expensive as fuck too.

Like as if this man didn't kiss your hands enough, that new accessory marking a new chapter of your afterlives just makes him do it more.

He's actually kinda housewife material if you squint-

This man can cook and clean, and as a bonus he's filthy stinkin RICH.

Bro I need me one of these holy shit-

If he wasn't clingy enough before, oh boy get ready for this.

He will always have an appendage on you at all times, a hand on your lower back, your hip, in your hand-

Or he'd just have you in his lap while he worked on stuff in his office.

Also, Vox being possessive as all hell if someone so much as just stared at you too long-

Please that goes straight up to 1000% when you agreed to wear that ring.

You guys planning to get hitched doesn't stay secret for too long though.

With Valentino and Velvette sticking their noses in Vox's business as a daily pastime anyhow-

Hence why a lot of sinners started shipping you two.

And oh goodness the ship wars.

Sometimes Vox wishes the internet wasn't really connected to his brain-

The magazines went wild with that one too-

Cuz imagine, the richest and the pride ring's probably most esteemed bachelor-

Aside from Lucifer probably, Vox's marketing and PR team are insanely good at their jobs-

Was now off the market and due to get hitched with you.

I'd imagine even if Vox doesn't post anything on social media, you or Vel would-

Literally like those married couples on TikTok or something with a whole bunch of cute shit.

You can best believe the most cracked out shit happens while you're both engaged though.

"Oh this is Vox, he's my ex-boyfriend."

"... You have got to stop saying that. I'm their fiancé."

You did not stop saying that.

Actually you wouldn't stop saying that even when his title upgraded to husband.

Not that Vox cares, your shenanigans were what caused him to gravitate towards you in the first place.

And until now they're what keep your relationship fun and interesting.

"Hey hubby, ooooh~ you're looking like the hottest thing in all of the pride ring despite having just rolled out of bed."

"Hahaha, good morning to you too doll."

It doesn't register what you called him at first until he's had his coffee and then it clicks.

You play it off attempting to be coy until he replays the video of you greeting and calling him that on his face.

His. Face.

Sneaky little shit that's what-

He doesn't really respond to any other petname now, you've dug your grave.

"Vox."

"Vooooooxxxx-"

"What? What?? What do you want???"

"Can you peel this orange for me?"

"Really? That's it? Why don't you peel it yourself?"

"Because it tastes better when you do it?"

He does it eventually, hell if he's in a particularly good mood he'll even feed you.

That's always kind of how it goes when you ask him for things.

If it's something you want/can buy though?

You're already in possession of his credit card, just get whatever tf you want HAHAHAHA-

He's still a busy bastard though so it's not really much different from how it's like when you guys were dating-

But he genuinely tries to balance his work a little better to spend more time with you.

This man is such a workaholic though you end up having to drag his ass out of his office to rest anyway.

Again, nothing new from when you were just dating.

You guys jokingly throw around your soon to be marital titles in private.

Vox kind of feels like a kid in a candy store when you do, just giddy and excited for what's to come.

Not to mention he now has a partner in crime when he riffs on Alastor!

He'd be over the MOON if you just joined his chaos.

The radio demon probably wouldn't give a shit, he's just built different like that-

You both get so comfortable that you almost forget that you have a wedding to plan and set a date for.

Until Velvette asks about it and you're both just: "Oh. Right."

Your fiancé's schedule is so fucking packed though it was nearly impossible to.

This guy was going to work himself to death before you could tie the knot lmao-

But eventually you both got a date and venue settled, so that was one step closer.

NSFW HEADCANONS:

Okay so like, I know sinners can't actually copulate unless you're Lucifer but that's besides the point-

And Vox isn't really a family man at all-

But boy oh boy if he didn't have it before-

This man would have an insane breeding kink after you both got engaged.

This man wants to see you stuffed.

Literally doesn't matter if you're riding him or he's just impaling you on his cock-

This guy just wants to fill you up so bad.

I'd also think that you guys would be screwing around a lot more often after he popped the question-

Something about emotions constantly running high and dopamine being one hell of a drug.

I think Vox is a switch, so I'd also imagine he'd be more inclined to let you dom him every now and then.

Or when he just wants to be a bratty little shit please go ahead and tame him, he likes it.

You can kind of get away with more stuff when you're both engaged.

Like tease him a whole ton and he just bites hook, line and sinker.

It's already gotten to the point where the power in the tower would die often enough that Velvette herself has gone through some crazy lengths to cockblock her colleague.

Speaking of, Vox would probably use you as a stress reliever after work if you let him-

Like he will just fuck you stupid until all you say is his name because this guy is addicted to hearing it.

Or he'd let you fuck him stupid until he's so far into sub space he forgets about his shitty day.

Cuz if it's rough, it's rough with you two.

But on the gentler side-

It's just as addicting and if not probably a little worse.

Though you would probably be the one taking initiative/domming whenever you both have gentle rounds.

I'm all for Vox being able to switch some of his parts cuz he wanted to/can.

So y'all have fucking choices when it comes to wrecking this idiot.

Like a multiple choice exam, literally shotgun the fuck outta those answers like you deteriorate his mental.

And consequently the entire city's power grid.

"GODDAMNIT! VOX! (Y/N)! NOT AGAIN!!"

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st4rrth0ughts · 2 months

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Ok I know I said I’m taking a break but I’m going to just dump this idea and expand on it soon, warnings below

Reader is aven’s bodyguard, mentions of dead body, death, a bit of a word vomit, and a sfw brainrot (I know, shocking, Im writing on the train anyways) probably ooc aven? Prodding at the hsr 2.1 leaks (if ykyk), I’m not in my computer so no more yellow text T-T

Aventurine peeking into your dreams through that phone in the Penacony dreamscape, only to see you, his precious bodyguard, always so stoic and unemotional, breathing hard, in the ‘real’ dreamscape, desperately yelling his name.

but the feelings of happiness, the feeling that he was important to someone, goes away the moment he sees you mortified, staring at his dead body. He wants to just jump into the dream, hold you and tell you it’s alright, seeing the look of panic, desperation and pure agony in your eyes makes his heart shatter. He would never make you cry, and he certainly wouldn’t want to in your own dream, where it’s supposed to be relaxing.

nothing much he can do about it when he stares at the dream playing out in shock, when your begging, begging for him to wake up, praying to the Amber Lord himself that this dammed nightmare would end soon, and that you would see him alive and well again.

Aventurine has never known how to receive from anyone. All his life, it was him giving, since childhood to his current age as Senior Manager of the IPC. The fact you, on a daily basis, already sacrifice so much for him, your time, freedom, even your own safety, bearing cuts, wounds while Aventurine remains perfectly unharmed was a foreign concept he still struggles to comprehend.

the fact that in a dream state, where your supposed to be happy, thinking about something else, no, even in your dream, it revolves around him. As much as he wanted to be smug and shit and be proud he was the main priority in your life, seeing you quietly sob as you hold the dead body of his doesn’t sit right with him. Never in 700 years. (See what I did there)

the dream ends, and the caller cuts off the call before he can even say anything. He walks aimlessly through Penacony, the dream replaying in his mind.

You crying. You holding him close. Of course, close contact wasn’t exactly unheard of between you two, you always did keep a eye on him, mostly during gambling sessions because of jealous competittors, he can’t count the number of times you pounced on someone for trying to attack him, but to be still cannot wrap his head around the fact that he was so important to you that he was quite literally on your mind even unconscious.

He hears footsteps, and your just right behind him. He always questions and teases you about how fast you can clear up your appearance after it gets disheveled, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares at your slightly trembling hands.

“Apologies for being late, sir. I was caught up in the dreamscape.”

Stop apologising, he wants to yell. You just had one of the most horrific nightmares in your life and your apologising for being late?! He grabs you and pulls you close. Sometimes he wishes he was taller so he could bury you in his chest and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, but feeling your chest in his face isn’t that bad either.

“I’m staying here. I won’t leave you, never did and never will.”

You run your hands through his hair. It’s not just the nightmare, it was the fact you were trying to find him, and overheard his plan to be a sacrifice to reveal The Family’s secrets to the universe. But you can’t tell him that for now, he’ll be sure to make changes so that you can’t interfere and be a self sacrificing idiot (as he puts it).

So you simply nod, thank the Amber Lord that you have those sunglasses that hide your bloodshot eyes as you let yourself be consumed by his lie of forever.

“Likewise, sir.”

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iamasaddie · 6 months

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I wish that I was good enough

paring: Javier Peña x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 3k summary: Getting Javier Peña to be your fuck buddy was a win. You had fun, orgasms and absolutely no feelings involved. Right? warnings: oral (m receiving); unprotected PinV (‼️); creampie; light degradation kink; dirty talk; mentioning of cum eating; angst-ish; no use of y/n a/n: just nurtured my Javi brainrot. sorry for maybe bad Spanish? and maybe bad English? not beta-ed, I'm owning all the mistakes MY MASTERLIST

Javier Peña was a fairly simple man and he prided himself in that. He never lied about who he was, never put on a mask; what you saw was what you got, and what you got was a man who'd seen so much shit that not only his edges turned rough, his whole being was hard as stone; not only his hands were calloused from the heavy weight of a gun, his soul was as gentle as sandpaper. His were the first brown eyes you saw that weren't warm. He had trust issues, anger issues, and all them other issues you could think of, and he didn't think about fixing them. He just went on with his life, sometimes alone, sometimes with someone who could handle him for an odd month or two.

You were someone who stayed around the longest. Most likely that was due to you two never actually having a "relationship". That was exactly how Javi phrased it to you the first time you shared a drink in a crowded bar in downtown Bogota.

"I'm not good in all that ‘relationship shit’”, he mimicked quotation marks with his fingers before downing his third whiskey, dry.

You nodded then, you weren't in search of your life partner either, too much shit to deal with after graduation and constant struggle to find a job. Stuff just piled on your plate higher and higher, and you though that your hands would just finally drop under the weight of your fucked-up life, with every decision you made being a wrong one. But at the end of the day, you were just a human, and if you knew one thing it was that pent up frustration lead to eventual big bang in a bloodied bath. So as any other girl you thought of the easy and safe way out. You needed a fuck buddy, a friends with benefits situation. The friends part wasn't that important, though. Any type of relationship would just complicate your life further, and that wasn't something you could handle. But yeah, a fuck buddy didn't sound like such a bad option, and you put on your most flirtatious smile as you mentioned that to your new devilishly handsome acquaintance.

"Ain't I too old to be your fuck buddy?" He barked a laugh holding his drink close to the plush softness of his lips, anything but flustered after your explicit proposition.

"Do you have an expiration date?" You countered cheekily, you were prepared for something like that to leave his inviting mouth.

He shook his head at that, shamelessly taking all of your form in. His glassy eyes were darkened, and you knew it wasn't the lights in the damn place. Javi was practically fucking you, already spreading your legs on top of that bar table, fucking into your throbbing cunt even before he learned your name. And even after finding out there were painful 16 years between you, his dark smile didn't falter, and his eyes didn't stop hungrily roaming over your body.

That night you ended up going to his place and getting fucked so hard you were sore for the next three days. It wasn't a bad thing, even if Javi did give you a concerned look when you crab-walked to his bathroom. The experience made you limp at work and cast your eyes down under the all-too-knowing looks of people oh so worth it.

From that moment you've established an equally beneficial routine: you’d meet two-three times a week, he’d let out all his pent up anger on your poor pussy and you’d free yourself of all the frustration and get the best fuck of your life on top of that. He was calmer, you were more satisfied and focused. The only thing that could ever make you go back on this safe heaven of sexual fulfillment would be someone starting to develop feelings, however impossible that was. However if that was to happen, well… what the other one didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? The routine would stay put until the truth came out, and God, the hopes were high for it not to happen any time soon.

It was one of your nights. Darkness of the room was filled with wet sounds, the smell of sweat more intense in Colombian humidity. Two completely naked bodies were positioned in the middle of a small bedroom, the dim yellow light from the bedside table made the sweat covered skin look majestic rather than dirty. Though the words spilling in the confines of the night were less than.

"Good girl, sucking my cock like a filthy slut you are. Eres fantástica, cariña." The man above you put his hand around your throat lightly, squeezing to feel his cock pumping in and out of your welcoming heat. Your eyes watered, the image of him getting blurry, but you continued stuffing your throat, anticipating the soreness tomorrow.

You felt saliva wetting the corners of your mouth and dribbling out with a mix of his precum. Javi looked at you, the adoration in his voice was a strange contrast to the violent desire burning in his eyes and the nastiness falling from his lips. He swiped your spit with his thumb and proceeded to pat your cheek gently, not a slap, but close enough.

"Look at you, you're so greedy for my cock it's pathetic." His thrusts became harder, heavy balls slapping your chin with every movement. "Going to leave you here as my personal fucktoy." You moaned, excitement resulting in arousal coating your thighs, you desperately needed him to fill the hole that was clenching around nothing, but you didn't dare pull away. "I know you'd like that, mi puta deliciosa."

When you felt the desperate need for oxygen burning up your lungs, you leaned back a little, earning yourself a gentle slap across your cheek and thick fingers squeezing your jaw.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? I'm far from being done with you, hermosa."

"Fuck, Javi, just fuck me already. I need your thick cock inside me, please." Your voice sounded fucked out, raspy and pleading. You put your hands on his thighs, breathing heavily as he swiped your drool with two fingers, before shoving them into your mouth unceremoniously. You didn’t mind, swirling your tongue around the digits, and biting them gently.

"Can’t wait until I fucking give it to you. Do you just love begging so much, baby?" He chuckled and shook his head in fake disappointment. You knew it was fake because there was nothing that excited him more than seeing you so desperate for him, needing him splitting you open like only he could. It made his head spin and cock twitch. "Such a needy little slut." You hummed around his fingers, and he took them out, leaving a string of saliva on your bottom lip. "Come on then, hands and knees, baby, let's put that greedy cunt to use."

The speed of you jumping into the position for a good fucking was comical, and Javi did laugh until he saw your puffy glistening lips inviting him to sink his throbbing cock into. The mattress dipped under him, and you felt his hands enveloping your hips, squeezing the skin tightly as he teased you pushing his hips into you, but not actually penetrating.

"Fuck, Javi," you turned your head, whining, "stop playing, just fuck me already!"

You felt the slap before you heard it. His massive hand left a burning imprint on your ass, and then another one right on top of the first. He lowered himself, hugging your middle with his left hand and forcing you to press your back against his broad chest. You whimpered as he left a trail of bites from your shoulder to your neck, stopping at your earlobe. "Don’t fucking tell me what to do, baby. Stop whining. I’ll fuck you when I see fit, and you’re gonna take it and thank me, because that’s how it works. Because that is how you want it. Am I wrong?"

You shook your head desperately, annoyed at how right this is. Your whole deal only worked because he seemed to know you better, that you knew yourself. At first that scared you, but soon you craved it more than a glass of water on the worst hangover morning. His hand left another generous slap on your burning asscheek and this time it made you actually yelp in pain.

"I asked you a fucking question, baby, am I wrong?"

"No, Javi, no you’re not wrong."

"Damn right I’m not wrong." His hand traveled up your sternum, stopping as it found your right tit and Javi pinched your tight with sensitivity and arousal nipple. He was just as gentlemanly as you needed him, which was none. He let go of you and pushed you back in the original position, your elbows meeting the soft mattress.

You knew he needed you as much as you needed him, you had felt him throb on your tongue, his thick cock with its fat round head had been punching bruises into your throat for the last ten minutes, and you knew he was about to bust when you let him go. So you just needed to be a little bit more patient and he’d give it to you. He always did. Quenching your desire for him all up in your guts with little breaths, you lowered your head between your arms.

"That’s it, hermosa, waiting like a good little bitch." You smiled, knowing that he wouldn’t see it, and he caressed your hot ass with a light movement. "Just needed to discipline you first." You honestly didn’t understand the thunder of slaps raining on your asscheeks after those words. There was less than a second between every spank, and while you whined and shivered both in pain and pleasure, begging him to just let you cum, you couldn’t stop your back from arching further, giving him a bigger expanse of your skin to torture.

"Good girl, such a good girl, Hermosa, just taking all I give you."

Slap,

slap,

slap.

The last one made you jerk, his hand already wet with all the slick running down your slit and thighs twitched, making his slap land square on your begging pussy.

"Fuck!" The scream was literally slapped out of you. Javi stopped immediately, pressing his whole palm into your burning lips.

"Okay?"

It was more than okay, the raw sensation seemed to bring you even closer to your long-awaited orgasm than you anticipated, but it was your chance to make Javi stop playing with you. You did have an awful day and you just needed to forget everything being split open on his cock. "It will be if you fuck me already," you gritted through your teeth.

He let his hand gently pat your slick pussy, diving into your throbbing hole with two fingers and sliding in and out easily. "That pretty pussy is just drooling for me, baby. She got my hand all wet, can’t wait to give my dick the same treatment, can she?"

He didn’t wait for you to answer, and you didn’t think you’d be able to anyway. Not when the tip of his cock teased your pulsing clit, and then swiftly opened up your cunt, letting Javi bury all of him inside you in one deep stroke.

"Fuck," you could hear him speaking as he bit his lower lips, words muffled as he placed both of his hands back on your hips. You closed your eyes, feeling the familiar stinging fullness that you came to desire every morning. That you failed to recreate every day you were alone. That you came back to every night your phone buzzed with ‘you should come over tonight, hermosa’. "That fucking cunt ruined me, baby. Can’t fuck anything but your pretty hole. Squeezes me just fucking right." His little sentiments sent a warm feeling down your spine, even though you knew he was just saying it in the heat of the moment. He’d say stuff like that, feeling you cunt clench and more of your arousal seeping down of your stretched opening, making the sounds in the room absurdly vulgar.

It was like Javi just read your mind. He was a great fuck from day one, but what shook you the most, what made you addicted the most was his fucking intuition. It was like he saw all the cues your body was subconsciously giving off: when to slap you, when to go faster or slower, and when to drag his skillful fingers to play with your clit. You even told him once that whatever he did for work now he should quit, because being a male prostitute would get him way more money. He laughed, and then fucked your brains out on the kitchen table, eating your mixed cum out of your overstimulated pussy afterwards while your takeout was getting cold next to you.

Just like every other night you spent tangled in each other, he gave it to you just the way you wanted again. Slow, deep strokes of his cock that you felt from your opening and right to that spot inside you that he punched with every push. With every rugged breath his pace became more rigid, he was close, but you were closer. You lifted one of your hands off the mattress guiding it to your begging clit, but again, Javi read you before you could think. His fingers moved from your hips to the apex of your thighs teasing your bundle of nerves with tight circles. You could feel his balls slapping against you, his sweat mixing with yours, the coarse hair above his cock irritating the raw skin of your ass with every thrust.

"Javi, I’m gonna.."

"I know, hermosa, feel you squeeze me with your pretty cunt," he gritted through his teeth. "Come on, baby, I wanna feel you cry all over my cock, give it to me."

His thrusts became more rapid, the movements of his fingers unforgiving on your clit and you felt your knees almost give out as your mouth opened in a silent scream. You throbbed and pulsed around his still hard cock, and the drag of it inside you made you cry out with oversensitivity.

"Turn around, come on, wanna see you." He manhandled you like a doll, your mind not cooperating with your body as you dropped on your back welcoming him once again between your spread thighs. Javi didn’t wait a moment, crowding you with his arms, and dropping his mouth to suck little hickeys on your tits as he sunk back inside. You shuddered, still coming down from your climax as he chased his. His hips worked like a jackhammer, stuffing you full again, again, again. Wet lips left kisses, bites and licks wherever he could reach, and eventually his head fell into the crook of your neck, only his loud breathing and the lewd sound of skin slapping skin remaining in the quiet room.

You circled your arms around his neck, and tugged on his hair, sweaty strands of it slippery between your fingers. That little pang of pain was what undid Javi, and he let out a wail, like a wounded animal, filling you with rope after rope of his cum. He fell on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, fuck, I love you so much. Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero." His soft whisper was as loud as a thunderstorm in an empty field. And you felt like you were struck by lightning, mind sobering up from your orgasm in an inhuman past when you pushed his slick body away from yours. You didn’t pay attention to the sticky cum leaking down your wet thighs as he landed on his back, eyes looking at you with more than just physical pain.

"What the fuck did you say, Javi?"

You wanted him to say that it was in the heat of the moment, that he didn't mean it. Or that he thought of someone else while fucking you, so the words just slipped out and weren't meant for you. Anything, any fucking excuse.

"Lo siento, querida." He didn't blink, staying as still as a statue, droplets of liquid salt quickly soaking into the sheets under him.

You shook your head, trying to get his words out of your brain. No, no, no, fucking please. It felt like a betrayal. He was the only constant in your life, the only thing you were sure of, and then he decided to selfishly take that away from you? Fall in love with you? What a fucking prick.

"That's some fucking bullshit, Javi, we had a deal! We had a fucking deal!"

He nodded, closing his eyes, too weak to see the disappointment on your face. "I know, I fucked up, but I just... - "

"No," you were quick to interrupt him, jumping off the bed that had seen so much and pulling your jeans and a t-shirt without even trying to find your underwear. "I can't fucking believe you'd do that." Your eyes watered, angry tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, so you dropped your head lower to pick up your shoes and walked to the door barefoot.

"Hermosa!" You heard him calling for you, and then the sound of his movements. There he was, staring at you in all his naked glory, more desperate for you than ever. The only time you didn't want to satiate his craving. Wasn't ready to.

"Fuck you, Javi."

The loud bang of the door closing was nothing compared to the sound of his newly healed heart shattering into dust.

ummm... yeah. so, comment if you liked it? thanks!

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galazry · 7 months

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Look at Me!

pairing: best friend!scaramouche x gn!reader genre: modern au, friends to lovers(?), is this angst? idk tbh content: Again and again, you, being the hopeless romantic that you are, yapped about this new crush of yours. When is it going to be his turn? word count: 812 a/n: inspired by the song "From The Start" by Laufey. is it also based on a brainrot? you bet it is! i also want to apologize that most of my brainrots are in indonesian but hey, at least the drabble is in english.

"Them? You've got to be kidding me."

You were talking about your new crush to Scaramouche, your best friend. It's the same old formula every time; You see someone attractive or said person does something nice for you, you get a crush on them, and then you tell Scaramouche all about said person. Truth be told, he was actually getting tired of this same old gig. Every time you yapped about some new "soulmate" of yours, he is reminded painfully that the feeling he harbored for you was unrequited.

"Can't that thick skull of yours see? They are only doing that just because they are a decent person."

"Come on, Scara! I really think I have a chance with this new 'soulmate' of mine!"

Soulmate. What a laugh.

As you go on and on about how the person you currently have a crush on was so perfect for you, he can't help but to let his mind wander. How he wished that the day would come where you run up to him and confess that you actually have been harboring feelings for him as well; that all these crushes you have were just mere distractions since you were confused about your feelings for him. Another wish of his was for you to finally realize that he has a crush on you, and that the feeling was mutual. Of course, those were all just silly little thoughts in his head.

How much longer do you need to finally notice he has feelings for you? For now, he'll just have to listen to you gush about your current supposed soulmate.

It's taking a tedious amount of time for you to realize that he has feelings for you. How long has it been? Scaramouche has lost track but he's sure that almost 2 years have passed. Hell, at this point, he thinks that both of your peers have noticed how he always looked at you differently.

All, except you.

Scaramouche was getting impatient. It was ridiculous. He had done everything to give signs that he was in love with you, so why haven't you noticed yet?! Even a kindergarten would notice all these hints he had given for you. After weeks of you yapping about ANOTHER new crush of yours, he can no longer contain the feelings in his chest.

"And then our eyes meet and-"

"[Y/N]."

"Hm?"

"Stop it."

You blinked a few times at your best friend. He looked annoyed. Well, more annoyed than usual as there was a thin line on his forehead. "What do you mean-" before you could get your sentence out, Scaramouche gripped your wrist and pulled you closer towards him.

"I've had it with you and your crushes. Can't you give me a glance for once?! I'm right here! Why can't you have feelings for me?!"

"S-Scara...? What do you...?"

Your eyes widen and Scaramouche immediately regrets what he had just did. He lets go of your wrist before looking away. Even if he tries to hide it, you could definitely see that his cheeks were gaining colour. His mouth felt dry as he cursed himself for suddenly lashing out at you, but since the cat's out of the bag...

"I like you alright?! From the start and for the longest time, I have always had feelings for you! I've tried every thing for you to notice me! Everything!"

Scaramouche rambled on and on about his feelings for you as you sit there in silence staring at him with wide eyes. He begins explaining all the things he had done just to get your attention— He makes sure that his notes were always tidy so you could read them, he always packs an extra set of lunch since he knows you sometimes forget to pack yours, he always carries around bandages since you were known to be clumsy— those were just the three out of the many things he had done just for you to either realize his feelings for you, or for you to fall in love with him. Yet, it seemed like all his efforts were for naught.

Finally, after a solid five minutes, he had gotten everything out of his chest. You were still speechless by the time he had finished, trying to process everything your best friend had said. He opened his mouth to say anything, anything at all, but no words came out of it. Fearing words of rejection from you, or even causing a rift in your long-standing friendship, he decides to leave before you could even utter a single word.

That wasn't how it was suppose to go... Now Scaramouche was sure that his feelings for you were never going to be requited. For some odd reason, even though it was a sunny day, he could feel something wet streaming down his cheeks.

"Stupid... You should have kept your mouth shut..."

#gala writes #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #HELP IDK IF THIS IS ANGST OR NOT??? SOMEONE HELP #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x y/n #kabukimono x you #kabukimono x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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a world without you

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: When Leona hears the Shroud brothers' plan, he thinks back to his herbivore, and how their existence has changed so much for him.

Tags: spoilers up to Ch 6!!!, established relationship, angst but fluff, drama, bot proofread

Word count: 878

Notes: this can be read as my view of leona's character, so please accept my leona brainrot <3 just some thoughts I had when I read ch 6. also leona might be a little ooc but it's his internal thoughts so I like to think he's more emotional :3

"It needs to reset before we can start a new game."

Shocked expressions were exchanged across the room as the implications of the younger Shroud's plan slowly settled on everyone's mind.

Leona couldn't help but think that, if the opportunity had been given to him a year ago, he'd likely have accepted whatever the robot kid was going for.

Leona always felt that he had been cheated in life. Ever since he was young, he was constantly compared to his older brother, who was seen as the epitome of success in their family, the perfect heir to the throne. Everyone would constantly praise his brother's achievements while dismissing his own accomplishments as trivial. It didn't matter that he was working hard to prove himself, that he could wield such powerful magic as a child.

He often wondered why he had to be born, if he was only meant to stay in another person's shadow to make them seem brighter in contrast.

No matter how hard he studied, how mature he acted, or how strong his magic was, it was all pointless. The ghostly whispers of the palace staff continued, and the judging remarks from the council intensified.

He was born as the second prince.

And he was destined to forever be just that—second.

When it finally clicked for him, he stopped trying. Why make an effort in anything, when time and time again, he had given his all only to end up with nothing? They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting different results. Despite what others might say, Leona was incredibly brilliant, with a sharp mind fit to be a wise ruler. He knew, without a doubt, that it was pointless to continue down the road of insanity.

Instead, he continued down the path of sloth, eventually finding everything, the entire world, pointless. He found himself skipping classes and taking naps whenever he could, hiding away from the world where he would never be able to stand under the sun, but at least comforted by the serene embrace of his dreams.

He had wanted to turn the world to sand and start over.

It had been a wild thought, but here the Shrouds were, proposing an entire reset of the world.

Leona's mind raced as he contemplated the consequences of such an ordeal. Indeed, he had always dreamed of a world where everyone had an equal chance to succeed, where people were not judged based on their social status, birth order, or magical ability. A world where he was no longer burdened by the expectations of his family, where he was free to be who he truly was, a world where everyone was given a fair chance to succeed, and where no one was left behind.

And yet, without realising it, the thought of starting over in a new world had left his mind ever since you came into his life. You were everything he had ever wished for but never deserved in a partner—kind, caring, and endlessly supportive, always by his side despite his crude demeanour and harsh words. You showed him that there was meaning to living, opening his eyes to the people around him. He had friends who cared about him, incredible talent that could bring great changes, and most importantly, you, his dearest herbivore who shone like a beacon in the shadowed depths of his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt truly content with what he had, despite all the flaws and problems that persisted.

He had never cared about resetting the world and losing everything he had to start anew. But it was a different story now.

What would happen to the people he cared about in this new world? What if he never met you? What if everything he had ever known and loved was erased? And what of the memories that he made at NRC with you, with Savanaclaw, and everyone else?

Leona's thoughts drifted to his memories of you, your fierce eyes staring directly into his, determined to befriend him; the quiet evenings you had spent together under the starry sky sharing stories and enjoying each other's company; the way you would instinctively lean into him for comfort; the dazzling smile that graced your face when you spotted him in a crowd.

He made up his mind then.

He didn't want, no, he wouldn't risk losing you. Your presence had given him the joy he had never experienced, the hope for a better day tomorrow, and he wouldn't give that up for anything. He would continue to work towards a fairer world, but he would do so without resetting everything that he had come to cherish.

He had learned to appreciate the people in his life. He had found happiness, despite the unfairness of the world. He knew that he had found something precious in this unfair world—someone who cherished him wholeheartedly for whatever he may be.

No, he doesn't want to reset the world.

"I'll grant you one thing. The world totally sucks as it is. But I don't think your new one would be any more to my taste. So I'm going to stick with this one. It's less of a pain."

#writing this made me realise vil and leona's characters really mirror each other #vil always works hard because he believes that that will increase his possibility of achieving his dreams #and meanwhile leona has stopped believing in hard work because his efforts have never gotten recognised #my boy's lost all hope #and for vil the film industry is something way more flexible than the royal family's views #so i feel like leona does respect vil and his hard work #just like he respects jamil's talents #hes so optimistic for everyone except himself #ok i wanna really give him a hug now #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona #twst leona

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 3 months

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Hello,so i've been brainrotting about Pei ming genuinely falling in love with f!reader,but the reader always ignored him since he is known for using women for fun,but he just keeps trying so hard to win reader over and prove he's actually inlove with them. It would be great if you could write this in hcs,you can ignore this if you dont want to

I Have Standards

Pei Ming x F!reader

Do you know how long I had to search the gifs for him?

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Pei Ming is a womanizer everyone knows that

But Pei Ming genuinely has found an interest in you. Truthfully!

You intrigue him, however you also ignore him

So he hasn't been able to get far in his affections

Most women don't ignore him like this you know?

Pei Ming has been chasing you around like a lost dog, trying to prove his love to you

He's tried to woo you, give you flowers, buy you expensive things, take you out

But no you ignore him gracefully as if he were your fan

This man is genuinely confused. Like??? Why is she ignoring me ugh I got to step up my game I guess

Doesn't realize it's because of his reputation until Ling Wen tells him

Which she only did, because he wouldn't stop bitching in her ear about how his lovely crush won't bat an eyelash at him.

She wishes you the best of luck

Now that he knows the problem lies within his reputation he doesn't know how to fix that. . .

How does one go back and fix the past?

Ling Wen tells him he's stupid and maybe he should try to clean up his act. Then you'll look at him.

So that's what he attempts to do.

He should've done that in the first place but like he's trying okay?

Pei Ming really isn't all that bad, he just needs to get you to actually talk to him now.

Asks Ling Wen how he's supposed to sit down with you and she sends him right to your door.

Ling Wen is probably the only reason you guys have a chance of being together because she paid you off to deal with him.

She's sick of it

You stay true to your word though and give him a chance to woo you.

You sit in your palace lounge with crossed legs.

You aren't expecting anything heart felt

However you sit with wide eyes when Pei Ming pours his heart out to you.

Pei Ming practiced this speech like several times.

"I know I don't have the best reputation with women, but if you could give me a chance I promise to treat you right and not throw you to the side like rumours say I would"

Etc, etc

Okay so you're woo'd

Do you know what time period it is? Especially as a women?

All men are too afraid of their feelings and some are too busy being gay with each other cough, cough Xie Lian.

It just doesn't leave a girl like you many options

But you do like Pei Ming you've just never told him because of the whole reputation thing

You've been quiet for a long time, Pei Ming almost thinks you're going to say no.

Very happy when you say yes!

Astounded when you say you'll castrate him if he does you wrong.

He'll accept that!

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I hope I wasn't rambling 😞 but yip yip guys 🖤

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #pei ming x reader #pei ming #mxtx tgcf #mxtx

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reds-ultrakill-brainrot · 6 months

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hiya! firstly, thank you for filling my current brainrot on this game, you are the best

could i get some gabriel romantic headcanons? enjoy your day!

You Were Like an Angel to Me

gabriel romantic relationship headcanons

x reader content (intended romantic)

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- he had never taken much of an interest in having a hobby before, his duties had never given him the time. this changes after he meets you, your passion in your hobbies inspire both affection and interest in him, and it isn't long before he begins practicing in his spare time to share with you - it isn't the most surprising thing that he is incredibly touch starved, however the issue goes further than that. Gabriel was designed to act as a soldier for God's will, a spear against the darkness and a voice for the aimless. the only compassion intended in his design was that for heaven's chosen, not himself. his reaction to comforting touch is shock and immediate discomfort, not to the physical sensation- he could drown in that, but in what it represents. all he had ever recieved were compliments for his actions and abilities, the people of heaven revered him, but they did not truly love him, not like you do. it takes a fair amount of time for him to settle to the idea of intimacy, but once he does he incorperates it into nearly every interaction, wether that be a lingering touch or a short embrace - i imagine his wings aren't corporeal, however this doesn't stop him from wrapping them around you while the both of you cuddle. he sees it as his job to protect you from the numerous threats across both heaven and hell and he knows with you safe in his arms nothing bad will happen - despite his distaste for their inhabitants he does appreciate the architecture and views around certain layers of Hell (such sentiment has never been voiced and never will while he serves the council). if you appear interested in viewing any of the more notable sights around Hell he will volunteer to take you, being that you are willing to go no further than an arm's reach. he trusts you, however he does not trust the wretched beings that inhabit Hell - a majority of his tasks are dealing with the more distasteful tasks such as quelling unruly inhabitants of Hell and overseeing the conduct of other lesser angels. he rarely wishes to recount his day to day activities, much preferring to hear about your own day to day life, mundanity and all. such domestic normalcy is a dream to him, so please humor him with details of chores and unruly hair, nothing would make him happier - he is quite easy to fluster, especially with any particularly forward expressions of affection. he quietly delights in the attention he receives for his reactions; teasing may have a slight sting to it but is much easier for him to digest than soft words - if you ever choose to dress in his colours or in similar attire you will find him enamoured, his gaze unable to leave you for long. he very quickly notices the gesture and the creeping burn of a blush doesn't leave him until he is forced to take a moment to compose himself - he is especially gentle with you. oftentimes he chooses to let you initiate physical contact to allow you to approach it at your own pace and to avoid manhandling you by accident. he is exceptionally strong, and all it would take is him being distracted to grip you too firmly and bruise you, or, Heaven forbid, worse. he has seen the damage that his wrath incurs and would sooner perish than harm you - he (much to his own dismay) doesn't have a mouth to kiss you with, however the both of you have learned to make do with other gestures. touching foreheads has to be his favourite, there is something about having you so close to him that calms him almost instantly. of course you are still able to kiss him, and despite his, at times, inelegance in other romantic interactions he is always quick to respond if you peck his cheek; expect to be swept up in his arms for a hug

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the sneak peaks at the new chapter have been really interesting so far, i am excited to see where Hakita is taking the plot (especially Gabriel's story) next

#ultrakill x reader #gabriel ultrakill x reader

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iloveau · 11 months

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jing yuan watching you pegging blade and praising both of you 🫣🫣🫣🫣 blade is just a crying mess while you just enjoy his beautiful body reaction to your strap and thrusts

jing yuan and you just can’t help to destroy him, he’s too pretty and fk sksksj

sub blade got me brainrotting frfr!!!!! Wish I captured him well bc I’ve never written him as a sub before until I received asks 💫

𓂃⊹ YOU AND JING YUAN, who breaks the mighty little swordsman until he’s pent up. 𓂃⊹ WARNINGS ; afab reader, anal, pegging haha, bdsm, overstimulation, degrading, praise kink, probably a pt 2 of my first blade sub, sub blade strikes again, dacryphilia, MINORS DNI, pt 1(?) of that is community labeled as well as most of my posts LOL so if you want to see it you can head over to settings HFJSHF

YOU AND JING YUAN, who bought a bunch of new toys for your whore to try out.

“that’s a good little boy,” you coo at the bounded and roped Blade, who’s still glaring at you with his mouth stuffed with your lingerie. You have a dildo strapped onto you, ready to impale him until he can’t breathe. His eyes waver like beautiful twin rubies that look like they’re about to break into millions of tiny pieces. The silvery toy glints sinisterly under the dim lights. You rub the tip of it teasingly against him, enjoying his ruined expression. ”you’re doing so good, angel,” Jing Yuan’s deep voice is a purr, he’s right behind you to watch the humiliating sight. He doesn’t hold any remorse as he sexily smirks at the other male who’s currently powerless. The taller male removes the clothing pieces from Blade’s mouth. He gasps out for air. He doesn’t protest or anything, but his eyes are enough to explain. “that’s a scary stare you have there. what’s the problem?” he chuckles. “I promise, she’ll make you feel good.” Blade’s lips part when you push in the long length without warning- it’s a melody, rhythmic thrusts leading him up the stairs of his climax. His eyes curve into lovely half moons when it hits his insides, perfectly sending pleasure right into his thoughts, scrambling his ability to think straight. The noise of skin slapping, the melody of sticky substances being squeezed in together echoes throughout the chamber. Your hips are flush against Blade’s now, you want to savor the beautiful expression he has- panting like a dog, his face a lovely pink, letting out lewd grunts whenever you pounded the toy strapped onto you deeper in. How meaner could you two get?

JING YUAN, who praises both of you in the process, albeit the process itself being not so gentle.

“good little boy, taking it all in.” his voice is lilting and honeyed, admiring the state of ruin Blade is in. His ethereal tears adorn his face like crystal dewdrops, so celestial and almost majestic.. if it was a better situation. The tears are mixed with pleasure and pain, you could see his face turn a shade of red as well as his long girth that hardens embarrassingly at the praise. watching his sensitive and lithe, muscular body shiver and twitch against each of your thrusts, every curve and line coiling in and out, you couldn’t help but pick up the speed. He’s nothing but a little puppet dangling from you and jing yuan’s hands. With the general giving both of you sweet praises, you caress blade’s broken expression, the wetness of his cheeks staining your own hands. He’s truly, utterly pathetic, he’s gasping out pleas to stop, yet you just know he loves this too much. He secretly loves being restrained and violated, you knew. bladie belonged to both of you, and you just fucking knew it.

#⏤͟͟͞͞★𝘩𝘴𝘳.#honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade smut #hsr jing yuan smut #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade x you #hsr jing yuan #Honkai star rail

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jebiwonutty · 10 months

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A wedding, good reason to celebrate.

Note : Yeah Im having fun giving a different boyfie to Jiwoong all the time. Also im not assuming his sexuality he does whatever he wants Im just having fun and I could not care less about what type of person he likes. First time im writing smut in my life lmfao I am currently writing this on the 15/06/2023 and i dont know if I will ever post it lmfao

Genre : Smut with a quick introducing ? Just brainrot Matthew smut

Synopsis : Matthew and f!reader celebrating in their own way the wedding of their friend Jiwoong

Warnings : unprotected sex, princess calling, making out, playing with tits, lots of foreplay

Minors please do not interact. I repeat minors do not read this.

You swear it was yesterday he was tutoring you in math and introducing to you one of his closest friend.

But now you were here, two years later, celebrating his union to the love of his life, Jongwoo. With heart eyes and tissues, you saw the two men dancing together. When you had met Jiwoong he had already been a in a relationship for four years and living with Jongwoo. And now finally seeing him at his happiest, with a smile plastered in his face. You could start to feel yourselves sobbing once again.

Your boyfriend, Matthew took your hand in his. Envelopping a kiss on it.

“Being sentimental baby ?”

Unable to answer you just sniffled, before leaving your table to fetch yourself something to drink.

With the love in his eyes, Matthew followed you make your way toward the bar, but most importantly he saw the eyes of men on you. As you came back at the table, Matthew rested his hand on your thigh and circling it.

Jiwoong and Jongwoo saw the both of you at your table and salutated you both, wishing for you to have a good and proper celebration.

Watching them leave, Matthew kept pulling his hand in your thigh, he was even starting to get under it and putting his hand close to your inmate part.

Lowering his head on the crook of your neck Matthew whispered “I want you”

Not wasting one more second, the both of you stand up from your chairs before going to the elevator to rejoin your hotel room

Matthew gave a quick look around him before suddenly putting his hands on your waist to join both of your lips together.

The elevator coming in the both of you engulfed yourself in it. The kiss kept getting more passionate, Matthew biting your lips and you feeling his erection against your thigh.

Passionely kissing in the elevator you could not even grasp for air anymore, your boyfriend Matthew was the one that played the game, hand rumaging your body, placing kisses behind your ear. As the elevator stopped both of you went out and sped to go to your room, each other lips not leaving one another.

Feverish, one hand up your thigh and the other unlocking your room, Matthew pushed you in.

"Now you are all mine"

Taking a few moments to look at each other before you started to pull each other even closer. You took him by his tie and joined your lips even more hurriedly than before. You needed him close and now.

Matthew’s hands were rummaging under your dress and quickly he passed it over your shoulder to take it off. Grasping for air you did the same for his shirt, helping you he took off his tie.

You started kissing again even more in the urgency of the moment, he pushed you foward the bed not leaving your side. You were grasping even more for air as he kept playing with your skin.

He made you sit on the bed as you traced your fingers all over his torso. Feeling his muscles under your hands. He was muscular and you loved it. Giving you back the feeling, he took you by your neck and joined your lips once again huriedly.

You wanted him more, your hands joined his belt and huriedly you started to take off his belt. With love he was looking at you, kissing your lips and malaxing your boobs.

Finally taking off his belt, you did not wait one more second before pulling down his pants putting it to his knees, smoothly he pushed it over, only staying in his boxers in front of you. The same as you were, only staying in your underwear in front of him.

You felt the wetness between your legs and saw the bugle that was proeminent under Matthew boxer. Withtout him having to ask you for anything you smiled at him « I want you to feel good ». Without even waisting another second your put your hands on his hips and took down his boxers.

Matthew looked at you and smiled in your direction, you smiled back and one last time your lips united before you started to work on him.

Now starting to work him with your hands you started to lick his tip timidly, slowly, liking the sound of despair he was producing for you. In your hands you started to hold his balls and massaging them.

Slowly you started to put his tip in your mouth, before pulling out. Feeling him let out a growl. You smiled upon hearing his reaction. That was only making you more needy for him.

You put his dick back in your mouth completely, licking it, pulling it up and down. Malaxing his balls. Feeling good Matthew grabbed you air pulling you closer to him. You started to feel him even more eager for you, you didnt wanted him to cum just yet, and before he could you took his dick off your mouth and by his neck you eagerly joined your lips together

"You are making me crazy princess"

Without wasting one more second Matthew threw you on the bed, leaving kisses all over your body, his hands going to rest on your boobs and finally on your back where he took off your bra.

He stared lovingly at your boobs before kissing them leaving wet marks all over you. You felt his erection against your lower body and the wetness between your legs, you couldnt just stand it anymore, you needed him.

Feeling you getting wetter under him, he went lowler on your body, leaving wet marks and kisses all over your it. The works he was putting on you was making you crazy, you couldn’t stop moaning and soon you started grinding against him.

“Not just yet princess"

Feeling that you were loosing your calm he finally went down closer to your sexual part, kissing over he slowly took your panties off. Giving you one last kiss.

Matthew was making you crazy.

He started by opening your legs violently before him and finally seeing you wet all over for him, he grinned, loving the view.

Slowly he started to give back the favor you gave him, licking your clit, making you feel good all over. Kissing your inner thight, and lipping it again, kissing the lips of your vagina. He truly was making you crazy, you were just full on moaning and saying his name.

"I beg you, I need more"

Hearing your reaction he put your hand back on his dick, you needed to get him ready again for you, you started putting it up and down while he kept on licking you.

Slowly you put his tip closer to your entrance, Matthew stopped his work down and joined his lips to yours. Before starting to put his dick to your entrance.

You started to groan even more loudly

" Matt now"

Grinning against your lips he went fully in, withtout teasing you anymore, you could feel his whole width inside you and his dick twitching inside your walls. Liking the sound you made he started by going slowly pulling his body close to yours, with his hands he kept massaging your boobs, kissing you and grinding inside you.

Needing. More, your hand rested on his back, putting your nails on his back, scratching his back.

You could feel that you were started to be close and his reaction told you that he too was getting close. His trust kept on coming in stronger, your walls were getting stronger on him.

"Now"

Finally Matthew gave in his last trust, fully giving in his liquids inside you and you giving your liquids to him.

Both grasping for air, Matthew pulled out of you and left kisses on your shoulders. Laying down next to you, your head going to rest on his torso, Matthew pulled the cover on both of you, tucking you in.

"We should go to weddings more often my love"

"We definitely should"

#kim jiwoong #kim jiwoong hard hours #kim jiwoong smut #smut #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hour #zerobaseone hard hour #kim jiwoong hard hour

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kuroashims · 6 months

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☠ CHRONICLES OF A BRAINROT ☠

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After many years simming in my corner, I finally decided to step out of my comfort zone and share my pixel babies with the simblr/tumblr sphere!

I started playing sims with the first opus when I was pretty tiny, and couldn't stop ever since. This game allows my creativity and inner world to express like no other game would, and that's what I love so much about it.

I created many different worlds, kingdoms and stories, but the one I enjoy the most is my One Piece save I started a year ago. It is the first time I am really eager to leave CAS to actually play the game!

Back in 2015 I've been introduced to the manga/anime universe and I never went back! It truly was a revelation, and a revolution in my own stories. But when I discovered One Piece, all of a sudden I was hooked. This universe is so colorful and deep at the same time, it is the safe place I go whenever I feel down, and it never fails me. It may sound silly but I can't explain how warm it makes me feel. Especially Luffy's vibe and laugh, he's so precious.

So last year when I had to stop working because of bad health issues, my last two brain cells met and said to each other "hey, why not One Piece sims?", and that was it, I began this crazy journey of looking for the perfect OP custom content for the perfect OP babies, being disappointed of not finding many or really old ones...and that is when, after weeks and weeks of research, I decided to create my own One Piece custom content, because, why not?!

I never touched Blender (and a year later I still feel such a newbie with it) nor Photoshop before, but it didn't stop me to throw myself into it and man, despite all the crying seeing my creations in game unexpectedly float in the air or be filled with "???" in CAS and such, I can say that I don't regret anything!

I can sing on stage, write songs or dance, but can I properly draw? No, I cannot. And I've been frustrated for so long since I wanted to do fanarts for my fandoms but I tried, aaand it was bad. Like, really really bad. Fortunately simming is now one of my places of expression, and I'm SO EXCITED about my lil creations & stories.

My wish is to grow a small community of One Piece fans and/or fellow simmers with whom I could share my passions and enjoy theirs. I know you guys are out there, and I love you already!!

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➨ useful informations for navigation:

• Some of my posts may contain dark topics, blood and mature rp ships (18+)

• I'll do my best to limit spoilers but take note that there might me some here

• I am WCIF friendly but it might take a while for me to answer since I literally use thousands of cc. So please ask for 1 or 2 items at a time. I will happily share their names and creators

• I will not share any download links of my own OP custom content, because I often use other artist's meshes parts, then I mix them with my own etc ; so claiming these items as my own and share them to dl would break those artist's TOUs. Thank you for your comprehension

• That said, if I ever grow a significant sim community, I would eventually contact these artists one by one to ask their permissions to share my content with you! (with credits ofc)

• On this page I'll only reblog sims from other people that are One Piece characters, as well as One Piece fanarts or anything related

• Aside from my sims I also really enjoy editing my own gifs and manga/anime panels so you can expect to see a lot of them ♡

• Don't be surprised if some of my sims seem really different from one screenshot to another, that is because I have different saves with different timelines (children, pre timeskip, post timeskip, Wano), and various AUs like high school, dark fantasy world etc. For example, by now I already have 8 different Sanji sims in several styles and stages of his life (my biggest number for a single character, but I can't help it...I just love him so much!)

• If there are any suggestions, requests, ships (personally into Zosan/Zolu/Lusan/Lawlu/Acesan/Shuggy/Mishanks/Frobin) and more that you would like to see, feel free to ask and I will enjoy making it happen for you!

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THANKS FOR READING...

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ✿❁❀

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imecliptic · 10 months

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since i’m having an inheritance games brainrot currently, i decided to throw together taylor swift songs/lyrics that i thought fit the characters. it was actually really hard but i’d totally do it again-

Avery Kylie Grambs: …Ready For It? - “Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom.”

Libby Grambs: Tied Together With A Smile(I also really considered Begin Again) - “I guess it's true that love was all you wanted, 'cause you're givin' it away like it's extra change, hoping it will end up in his pocket, but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain.”

Nash Westbrook Hawthorne: Fearless - “We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now. But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair. Absentmindedly makin' me want you.”

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne: cardigan - “You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'. 'Cause I knew you, steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, I- I knew you tried to change the ending; Peter losing Wendy.”

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne: Mine - “Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine.”

Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne: The Archer - “I've been the archer, I've been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Tobias Tattersall Hawthorne: Mastermind - “What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me? I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line. What if I told you I'm a mastermind?”

Skye Hawthorne: the last great american dynasty - “‘There goes the last great American dynasty’ ‘Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been’ ‘There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen’ ‘She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything’.”

Zara Hawthorne-Calligaris: Better Than Revenge - “I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause; She took him faster than you could say ‘sabotage’.”

Toby Hawthorne: closure - “Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. I'm fine with my spite, and my tears, and my beers and my candles. I can feel you smoothing me over”

Pearl O’day: no body, no crime - “She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime. I wasn't letting up until the day he… died.”

Alisa Ortega: Midnight Rain - He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name.”

Maxine Liu: dorothea - “You got shiny friends since you left town, a tiny screen's the only place I see you now, and I got nothing but well wishes for ya.”

Thea Calligaris: New Romantics - “We need love, but all we want is danger. We team up, then switch sides like a record changer. The rumors are terrible and cruel; But honey, most of them are true.”

Rebecca Laughlin: tolerate it - “I greet you with a battle hero's welcome. I take your indiscretions all in good fun. I sit and listen, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten. You're so much older and wiser and I.”

Emily Laughlin: Wildest Dreams - “Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks; Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.”

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne brothers #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery kylie grambs #libby grambs #maxine liu #thea calligaris #rebecca laughlin #emily laughlin #nash hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne

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yuri-is-online · 2 months

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Hello yuri, first time anon here 👋👋.

Love your works. They converted me into an aceyuu stan lol. But also consider:

Aceyuu to "Rewrite the stars" from the greatest showman.

It could be the time loop au, soul bond au, or just regular au. It could just be in the song's regular pov (Yuu having their hands tied by going home and not wanting to break Ace's heart or Ace literally defying and turning back time to keep Yuu alive despite the prefect's inevitable death) .

but imagine the singers could also be swapped (like Yuu being the first voice that says their love could work, and Ace being hesitant to outright act on his feelings (and still failing)).

I've just been fed this vision of a brainrot for the past 3 days and I don't know what to do with it XDD.

Lots of love and stay hydrated 💞.

|˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ hello annon nice to have you here. I would apologize for inflicting aceyuu brain rot upon ye but I would not have received this ask and I happen to rather like your idea. There are so many good songs for aceyuu and this one is an easy add to the list. Given how the stars are literally able to grant wishes and astrology is very real it's especially fitting! Yuu's stars spell out a grim fate indeed, it would be an impossible task to rewrite them alone. Lucky they don't need to do that ¬‿¬

Now let's see...

Honestly, both povs suit both Ace and Yuu, especially in the time loop au. I can easily see Yuu pleading with him to accept their fate, not because they don't want to be with him but because they can't stand seeing him destroy himself over and over again. "You know I want you//It's not a secret I try to hide//But I can't have you" But Ace, he's just so determined to save you specifically that nothing else matters so he keeps. Going. At it. To the point we get to that classic Madoka/Amnesia trap where both Ace and Yuu are sacrificing something to save the other because the stars decided to give them opposing fates. Ace wants to save Yuu, who wants to save Ace who wants to save Yuu who wants to save Ace who can stop me if I decide//That you're my destiny? No one, that's the answer. Something else has to give because it isn't going to be either of these stubborn bitches.

Same with normal timeline stuff. Ace is singing the second pov out loud but the first one is more in line with his actual feelings. He would complain the entire time, but he would rewrite fate for you and claim he just happened to be in the area. Yuu's actual attitude is up to the player's interpenetration, but I like a Yuu who gets so frustrated with Ace's one step forward two steps back that they sing the first pov out loud even though they're very conflicted about going back home. Sort of like how both singers fall into a blended pov at the end. Both of them want to rewrite the stars, but have doubts about if it is possible. Doesn't mean they won't try.

SoulBond au Yuu more fits the second pov. Especially the bit about "not [being] the one you were meant to find." Yuu really thinks there has to have been a mistake, if they were meant to be with Ace why weren't they born in Twisted Wonderland? They're going to get sent back eventually won't they? That would just be too cruel a fate for anyone. Ace though... he has this voiceline in his Master Chef card where he says if he is told he is not supposed to do something that's just a guarantee he's going to do it (he's such a youngest child ◔_◔) and that doesn't change just because it's soulbond bs. Sure, he might not be crazy about the concept but he is crazy about you, and just because you might have your doubts and he might not have made the best first impression but your bound. No one, not the stars, not Crowley, not whatever gods exist in your world or his get to say what you are to each other because you can both feel the truth. You're soulmates, bound by a strange magic most consider a curse, and that won't be stopped by something as trivial as you being from a different world.

c: thank you for the ask annon

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #aceyuu #ace trapolla x reader #i have made a mini aceyuu playlist for myself after all of this thinking we've been doing on the blog lately #if i've give you all brain rot the least i can do is give myself the vapors

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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Hi!!! Could you write a mammon x reader piece where he and mc meet at a Royal ball and dance together and stuff? Pure fluff! Thanks <3

dancing with mammon at the royal ball

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ough this is going to be my brainrot for the next few days, i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come stop by!

please reblog (or else /j)

“sir mammon, at your service.” the handsome man in front of you bows, and you introduce yourself, returning the formality.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” you say. “i must give you my thanks for the protection you provide this country, as without you knights this nation would have probably fallen to ruins. i am from the countryside, and quite sheltered to ways of the palace, but i still know of all the good the battalions have done.”

sir mammon laughs. “it is my pleasure, so no thanks are needed. being out and actually helping sure beats sitting around in an office.”

“an office? were you an assistant before becoming a knight?”

“something like that,” he answers vaguely.

“what was it like, working in the palace? i am to become the new financial manager and must admit to being somewhat nervous.”

he looks at you with surprise, then a small smile appears on his face. “well, i have to imagine you’ll be working with the princes, so i’d guess quite busy. i’ve heard they’re a handful.”

before you can speak more, the orchestra begins to prep for the next set and he straightens. “if you do not have a partner lined up, may i have this dance?”

“you may,” you reply cordially, holding out your gloved hand. hopefully, he thinks the flush on your cheeks is due to mere excitement for dancing rather than to your specific partner.

you join the line of couples entering the floor, and after a moment, the piece begins. you’re no bad dancer, but he truly puts you to shame. his form is impeccable, his steps neat and clean, and his manner the most cordial and charming.

“you are quite talented at dancing, sir,” you exclaim as he spins you, and he smiles.

“your praise flatters me.”

“oh, it is no praise,” you argue with a laugh, “but the mere truth! your skill far surpasses any of my previous partners.”

“have there been many?” he asks. “previous partners, i mean.”

“a fair amount,” you admit, seeing no need to play coy; such a handsome man as himself would likely have a queue of his own. “many a man has tried his hand at being my dance partner in hopes of securing something more permanent. but alas, i’m not looking for marriage so they’ve never been successful.”

“i see,” sir mammon replies. “i will choose to be grateful for that, as it were. had you been looking for marriage we may never have had this chance to dance.”

“now who’s the flatterer?” you ask, raising a brow, and his grin is dazzling.

“i only speak the truth,” he says, repeating your previous words back to you. “for you are one of the most attractive partners i have ever had the pleasure of dancing with.”

his blue eyes are intent upon yours, and with a small gasp you look away. he does not press, merely continuing to lead you through the steps. his hands are strong and broad, gloved as they are, and you can see the strength wired into his arms, shoulders, and back as he moves, not at all hidden by the smart cut of his suit.

the set comes to a regretable end.

“too soon,” sir mammon murmers, giving you a rougish look as he bows. “i would ask you for another go, but i fear that would be horribly improper of me. would hate to give all of those hoping for a chance with you the wrong idea.”

“that’s probably the smart choice,” you say, wishing for once you could let go enough to act stupid. “i wish you a good rest of the ball, sir mammon.”

taking your hand in his, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, warm even through the fabric separting his skin from yours. you shiver. “you as well. enjoy your time in the city.”

it’s not until later, when the seven princes are announced and you hear a familiar name, do you realize just who you were dancing with. prince mammon, apparently famed for his skill on the battlefield and praised for his hands-on contribution to the war is second in line to the throne behind prince lucifer.

somehow, his eyes find yours in the crowd. he gives you a quick wink and you know with sudden, concrete surety, you’ll be seeing quite a bit of the princes as he’d predicted, and with any luck, a good deal of the second prince whilst completing your duties as the financial manager.

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#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #omswd #mammon avatar of greed #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #om mammon #mammon om #obey me x you #obey me x reader #mammon x you #mammon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me au #anon ask #answered asks #leviswriting #leviswriting-obeyme

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juyeoniemyhoney · 2 years

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dreaming of you

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. And apparently you subconsciously want to kiss Wonwoo.

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, sort of strangers to lovers but more like acquaintances to lovers, college au, basically no plot.... just Wonwoo brainrot......

warnings: kissing, making out, wonwoo brainrot with ZERO plot, mentions of sexual assault, y/n is handsy af

word count: 3453 words

A/N: okay.... i know it's been like ten million years but a lot has happened in my life and school has just been an absolute ass and i know this isn't rent a boyfie but i dreamt the exact dream that y/n dreamt in this story and was down so bad for wonwoo after the dream so i had to write it all down so here it is!! hope you guys enjoy it and thank you always for your support for what i do<3

Perhaps it is because it is something you've wanted all your life, or maybe it is because you are so painfully without it that your unconscious brain begins to want it, or maybe it is a foreshadowing of what is to happen in your life. But you— of all the people you know— dream of Jeon Wonwoo.

You barely even know him, have barely even said a sentence to him since the first time you met him six months ago. He is quiet and distant and a little spacey. And you are exactly like him. Hence why neither of you have really said anything to each other. The only time you said anything to him was when you dropped your phone in front of him at the freshman's orientation and he muttered the softest 'yikes' before hastily turning his head when he'd realised you heard him.

Which could possibly be a reason as to why you dream of him in the first place. Secretly, you have been wanting to talk to Wonwoo for some time now. You've observed him for a while and have deduced that you and Wonwoo would be good friends. He likes to read, seeing as how he always whips out a book at every moment he can. He seems to like music, an earphone always plugged into one of his ears when you see him walking down the hallway, or when you see him sitting at that secluded bench that he seems to like so much. Most of all, Wonwoo seems like the nicest guy ever. He's quiet and soft-spoken but you've seen him with his friends, who are significantly louder and rowdier than him, and he always seems to be looking at them with unadulterated affection. Plus, he's friends with Mingyu so you already know he's not a bad person.

Which gives you four reasons as to why you would like to get to know Wonwoo.

The only reason why you haven't approached Wonwoo is because that man is godly. Wonwoo is so attractive, every time you muster up some form of courage to approach him, you lose all your wits about you, tongue tying, thoughts leaving your mind like steam leaves boiling water, abandoning mission before you can even take more than five steps in his direction. It's unfathomable how much of an impact Wonwoo's sparkly almond-shaped eyes have on you, how much of an impact his gentle gaze has on you, how much of an impact his mere presence has on you. Pretty people scare you and because Wonwoo has surpassed the worldly level of pretty, you have yet to talk to him.

And the dream only makes it worse because of what the two of you did.

It's not like you even did anything sexual at all. All you did really was hug and kiss Wonwoo. And yet, you had awoken with a start, lips tingling, breaths heavy, like it had been real, flushing such a deep crimson it took more than five minutes for your cheeks and neck to return to normal. The worst part is that it's been weeks since you've had that dream and you haven't been able to stop thinking about it for forever. It's like it's been engraved into your brain with a knife or a needle and your thoughts decide to replay the vivid dream every so often at random moments in the day.

And it's not like you haven't kissed anyone or hugged someone of the opposite gender in your life. You don't even know what it is! It's just a hug and a kiss.... But, you suppose, it is with Wonwoo. And maybe, that is what it is. Because it'd felt real, the warmth of his chest against your cheek, his bottom lip between yours, his nose rubbing against your own, his lithe fingers against the nape of your neck, warm palms burning holes into the skin of your cheek and waist. And then, when you'd pulled away, Wonwoo had given you a sweet smile before leaning back in to kiss you again.

So, yes. You have developed a little bit of a crush on Wonwoo because of a dream you had. Sounds superficial and stupid and utterly unbelievable if you were to tell anyone about it. Which is why you do exactly that— tell not a single soul. You thought it would be easy, but you somehow forget that you cannot keep anything to yourself for the life of you. So, you tell Mingyu.

You met your friend from secondary school on campus yesterday, spilling your guts to him about how you kind of have a thing for Wonwoo because of a damn dream you had where the two of you kissed and hugged. And you swear to the lord jesus christ, you sounded like a damn child who hasn't kissed anyone, and Mingyu was definitely trying his hardest to hold his laughter in while you confided in him by telling him about your hardest struggle at the moment.

Mingyu, ever the shitty friend, simply told you to tell Wonwoo. And you swear you almost disowned him as a friend right there and then. When Wonwoo approaches you after class the next day, your immediate thought is that you should have.

It’s a normal day, or at least, as normal as it has been since you’d had that dream. Your lecture goes on for hours and you try your best to listen as always and fail, as always. Nothing seems amiss, everything seems to be in order. And for a second, you sigh in relief. Now that you had confided in Mingyu, you feel worlds lighter, especially because he laughed in your face which made you realise that you freaking out over this dream was something dumb and stupid.

It feels like you’re finally winning. The past few weeks have been horrible and drab and boring. But today, you feel like your life is finally getting a little bit better. All you have to do is get past this lecture and you have the rest of the day to yourself where you can finally finish that book and drink a hot cup of tea and eat junk food and just relax.

“Y/N!” someone calls after you as you step out of the lecture hall. You sigh and stop in your tracks, mood spoiled tremendously as you grumble under your breath and turn around to face whoever this idiotic classmate of yours is.

It takes you a second to realise that it’s Wonwoo who’s calling out to you, stuck behind multiple students as he tries his best to push past them up the stairs to catch up to you. He grunts as he jumps over the rows of cadet seating in the lecture theatre, ignoring the displeased grumbles and disapproving glances of your classmates as he jumps from row to row, long legs coming in handy before he finally jumps down from the tables and lands right in front of you.

“Wonwoo?” you question, moving out of the way of students and gently holding Wonwoo’s elbow to steer him away from the crowd with you. The two of you get pushed around and shoved by the bustle of students trying to get out of the hall and when the two of you do finally get out of that godforsaken hall, Wonwoo’s hands are on your shoulders, guiding you about the crowd as your feet stumble to try and follow Wonwoo’s directions.

“Let’s go and talk somewhere else,” he says quietly, and it doesn’t even register in your head before you are meekly nodding and walking forward with a gentle push from Wonwoo.

The realisation hits you only as the two of you seem to be shoving your way towards Wonwoo’s bench. It is only then that you realise that Wonwoo’s warm palms are against the curve of your shoulders, the warmth of his chest hot against your back, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he guides you gently through the crowd. You break out into a furious blush, as instant as someone with a severe peanut allergy breaking out into a rash after eating peanuts, the flush so red and deep it runs up to the tips of your ears and down your neck to your sternum, so rampant and furious it prickles your scalp and makes the tips of your fingers tingle. Wonwoo’s hands feel just like they had felt in your dream, and you remember the way he breathed, imagining the breaths caressing your ear were instead, against the plush of your lips, hot and quick, like even his lungs cannot bear to hold back its excitement.

From there, you begin to shut down, almost like the hot blush is melting your brain and you have the urge to dunk your face in ice cold water to soothe the swell. Nothing even registers anymore, you just follow Wonwoo as he pushes you along the corridors, making turns like he’s driving a car and you are the steering wheel. Even when the two of you get to his favourite bench, you do not even sit down. Wonwoo has to turn you around to face him and gently press down on your shoulders to get you to sit down. You have never wanted to die more.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asks as he takes his seat next to you on the bench. No, you are not okay. But Wonwoo doesn’t need to know that.

“Yes,” you say robotically. In your head, you are beating yourself up for being the most awkward person to have ever walked the earth. Your love-addled brain urges you to tell him about the dream, your conscious screeches and refuses. You, in between the fight between your conscious and your subconscious, sit dazed and confused, utterly unable to say a word as the two battle it out.

Somehow, in your stupor, you manage to question a few things. The first question you ask is: why on earth does Wonwoo want to talk to you? He hasn’t talked to you before, not really at least. And it’s not like he’s ever really made the effort to talk to you the past six months. Your suspicions begin to rise. Mingyu definitely said something to him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Wonwoo asks again, trying to find your gaze. You don’t meet his gaze, afraid of him seeing the heat of your cheeks but Wonwoo, the type of person to be concerned for people he has never met before, persists, the back of his hand coming up to your forehead in an attempt to feel for your temperature.

“Maybe we should get you in a cooler place,” Wonwoo suggests when he feels the heat of your forehead. He thinks it’s a fever, but you know it is just the raging blush that refuses to subside. How does Wonwoo have this effect on you?

“I’m okay, Wonwoo, really,” you insist, hand instinctively coming up to hold his forearm to prevent him from getting up. You swear, the sheer amount of times you have been touching him is unacceptable. Wonwoo should be uncomfortable or should be shrugging you off or should be screaming for help because at this point, this is borderline sexual assault. Also, if Wonwoo touches you one more time, you swear you are going to jump him and reenact that godforsaken dream.

“Are you su—?”

“Did Mingyu tell you something?” you mumble out in a speed akin to a rapper. Wonwoo only can look at you quizzically before the realisation brightens his eyes. You take a quick glance at him while he is staring off in thought but whip your gaze back to your shoes when he turns back to you.

“He told me about a dream,” Wonwoo reveals with a lilt in his voice, sounding almost amused. You chance a glance at Wonwoo, embarrassed but too curious to not know what his facial expression is like. Wonwoo seems to be smiling, bemused or happy or awkward, you don’t know.

You don’t know what it is, you suppose it is the realisation that you can’t run away from Wonwoo anymore, but your mind clears. Or maybe it is the pure white rage that you feel towards Mingyu. Seriously, he is a dead man when you manage to run away from Wonwoo. But you think he knows you better than you thought, sitting as though he is ready to get up and run after you should you bolt. Or maybe Wonwoo wants to run away too, so horrified and put off by the prospect of your dream he wants to get as far away from you as possible.

“Did he tell you everything?” you ask with a wince, far too embarrassed to even glance up at Wonwoo anymore. The dream begins to replay in your mind. Every feeling and touch tingles at the respective appendages, your hands, waist, cheeks, neck, and lips, almost like he is touching you right in this moment. The reducing blush comes back like a storm, red flushing all the way down to the base of your neck.

Oh, but you would be lying if you haven’t been praying to every god ever known for him to just kiss you right here and now. You would give anything for Wonwoo to just cup your cheeks and slant his lips against yours and for the two of you to just kiss and hug and be in love on this bench under the warm sunlight of a petering out summer.

“He didn’t tell me everything at first,” Wonwoo says, before confessing, “I forced him to tell me everything after he let it slip that you dreamt a dream similar to mine.”

You don’t fully grasp it at first, but Wonwoo patiently and gently explains to you about how he came to know of your embarrassing dream of him.

It seems that only an hour after you spilled your guts to Mingyu, he and Wonwoo had met up to get dinner, where Wonwoo started to tell Mingyu about his own dream, which, according to Mingyu, was creepily identical to yours. And Mingyu, who is not only a traitor but also utterly misunderstood, thinks that you and Wonwoo are playing a prank on him.

“He thought we were playing a prank on him?” you let out in disbelief, so exasperated by Mingyu’s thought process you cannot bear to keep it in. Wonwoo lets out a hearty laugh and though your mind should be focussed on planning Mingyu’s demise, your heart inflates a little, his laugh so adorable even your body has to express it.

“Yeah!” Wonwoo exclaims in between his chuckles, “He said, and I quote ‘That’s exactly what Y/N said! What are you two planning?’”

Wonwoo attempts a Mingyu impersonation while relaying to you Mingyu’s words, facial expression animated and voice tweaked to sound and emote exactly like how Mingyu does.

“Woah, wait. That was a really good Mingyu impersonation. I thought you were him for a moment,” you joke in faux-seriousness, expression dropping to a poker face from a laugh to express how good of an impersonation Wonwoo just did. Wonwoo, while laughing, stands up to bow for his crowd of one, smiling and laughing and waving to an imaginary crowd like he’d just finished a performance.

“Thank you very much,” Wonwoo says as he begins to sit down, decidedly done with his act. “But yeah, after he said that I kinda forced him to tell me everything you said,” Wonwoo continues after his and your laughter died down.

“So is it identical like Mingyu said?” you ask, becoming increasingly curious yourself. A million questions begin to run through your head. So, did Wonwoo dream of us kissing too? And if he did, how did he feel? Did he like the idea of it? Was he absolutely appalled by the idea? Does he want to kiss me now? Because I don’t mind if he does.

Wonwoo remains silent for a while and the silence absolutely unnerves you. You glance up at him to gauge his facial expression, if he doesn’t want to talk about it and you’ve pried or if he doesn’t like the idea of it and is trying not to show it because Wonwoo is just the nicest man ever.

That thought makes you do a double take. Jeon Wonwoo is the nicest man to ever exist. How on earth could it be that someone like Jeon Wonwoo is without a girlfriend? Oh god. Wonwoo must have a girlfriend and you’ve made him uncomfortable and he feels like he’s cheated on his girlfriend because of that dream and now he doesn’t even want to be friends with you because it just reminds him of his subconscious infidelity.

What you don’t expect is for Wonwoo to be blushing. You do a double take, just to make sure your eyes are not projecting your ideal Wonwoo reaction and that he is actually blushing and not just red with anger or something else bad.

“Wonwoo?”

“Someone once told me,” Wonwoo starts, ignoring the sweet sound of your voice calling his name. “That if you dream about someone, it means they’re thinking about you.”

“I only realised it was real when I found out you dreamt about me.”

Wonwoo’s words come out half in stutters and half in mumbled, incoherent words that you would normally miss. It is an amazing thing, then, that you are hyper focused on him, utterly and completely taken by the adorable sight of Wonwoo’s red cheeks, with his hand lamely covering his face like if you were to look at him more, it would only deepen his blush.

With his words, you cannot help but grin so wide your face almost splits in half. Wonwoo thinks about you? Since when? And how often? You feel your heart soar, like Wonwoo’s words had flown into your chest cavity through your ears and sprouted wings at each side of your heart.

“Wonwoo, are you trying to say that you think about me?”

Your bashfulness is long forgotten in the presence of Wonwoo’s shyness. He’s too cute and too shy. You have to initiate something or you’ll regret and the two of you will go back to being awkward, not knowing whether to say hi when you chance upon each other in the corridors and the countless awkward moments you have approached him, only to not say a word and running away before Wonwoo can even notice you.

You open your mouth to say something but Wonwoo stands up abruptly, both hands on his face now as his lithe and long fingers cover his pink cheeks completely.

Before Wonwoo can manage to run away, you stop him with a hand on his forearm. Wonwoo is obedient and stops in his tracks but he refuses to turn around, so you circle him and stand in front of him.

“Now, Wonwoo, where are you going?” you ask slyly, hands coming up to pry his own from his blushing face.

“We still have to find out if our dreams were identical,” you continue, guiding Wonwoo’s hands to where they were in your dream, one on your waist and one at the nape of your neck. Your hands interlock behind Wonwoo’s neck and you pull yourself flush against him and you swear you hope you’re doing the right thing and not entirely violating every single boundary ever and you pray that Wonwoo wants this as much as you do because if he doesn’t, you’re surrendering yourself to the local police station for sexual assault.

But you don’t have a doubt in your mind when Wonwoo, cheeks and ears redder than red, leans in and slants his warm mouth against yours, thumb against your cheek, fingers sweeping the hair at the nape of your neck, warm breath caressing your cheek. You swear you malfunction for a while, hands and lips moving solely on instinct. But then Wonwoo trails his fingers up your spine, electricity runs up your back and to your heart and you feel it swell with so much love you swear you can propose to Wonwoo right in this moment.

When Wonwoo pulls away, mind finally found, you lean back in to recapture his lips and he almost gives in but a niggle at the back of his brain stops him short.

“Wait,” he says, stopping you from closing in just shy of his lips.

“So does this mean that you think about me too?”

You smile, press your lips against his and pull away, saying, “Oh Wonwoo, I more than think about you.”

A pause and Wonwoo frowns. Your smile only widens as your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I dream of you.”

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