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sooniebby · 7 months

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Restraining.. but it’s the guys weight holding you down.. bonus if he’s your sister’s ex boyfriend ;) bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock. Spanking, feminization, and light degradation. (Adding dub con just to be safe but reader consents to everything)

Smut idea where reader ends up getting fucked by his sister’s ex boyfriend and finds out he likes bigger and older men :3

After your sister, Karina,’s break up with her boyfriend, she’s been a bit of a mess. Even though she was the one who initiated the breakup. She never told you why but she certainly told you what she’d miss from her ex.

His smile, his hair, his hands, and his big co—

Yeah, it was getting annoying. You were honestly glad. You didn’t like the guy. Some bad boy wannabe wearing leather jackets and riding a motorcycle. He was.. like in his mid 20s! Too old to be a bad boy! You were at least glad you’d never see him again

But that wasn’t true when you ended up seeing him in your home… the day you were trying on a pair of shorts Karina got you.. the shorts were way too short for you—your ass cheek was basically popping out and you couldn’t even wear underwear with it.

And now here you were, gripping your bedsheets tightly with the shorts around your legs as you bit down on your lip. A constant force pushing up toward the headboard as he fucked you like an animal.

You could’ve said no. And really, you were about to.. but damn, he was kinda hot. Tall, lean, and tanned skin. Jet black hair.. why did Karina break up with him..? Personality maybe?

Fuck a personality right now though…

Anyway, while you lose your virginity to your sister’s ex boyfriend, all you could do was whimper and whine. You tried moving but his body was pressed down onto you, forcing you to take whatever he gave you

And what he gave you was harsh deep thrusts. Easily reaching your bundle of nerves and earning muffled screams from your lips. You shifted underneath him at each graze of your prostate but was only met with a swift spank to your ass.

He didn’t even say much for you to drop your shorts. A simple raised eyebrow and a smirk got you wet. Which is… very virgin like but at least you’re not a virgin now :)

You didn’t even think about how weird it was that this guy, who was about eight years older than you and dated Karina for almost two years was fucking you without any sense of guilt.

But fuck… your sister was right. He did have a huge cock.. but suddenly you thought about your sister getting fucked by this guy and now you felt disgusted. You tried to move again but was met with another harsh spank and him pushing you even deeper onto the bed

It looked like you weren’t leaving anytime soon. And embarrassing enough, you took it. Future you would deal with the guilt of fucking Karina’s ex.. present you would enjoy your first ever dick

“You do this for everyone?”

Oh. He can talk? You only mewled as his thrusts seemed to only get quicker, the sounds of skin slapping filling your room.

“Dressing in these type of shorts,” he tugged at the shorts around your legs. “How many did you seduce with these?”

You could only try to ignore him and just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked but he grabbed your hair and pulled. A cry left your lips as you glanced at him, a faint smirk on his lips.

“You’ve always been cute.. glad to know your pussy is tighter than Karina’s”

You couldn’t help but mewl at his words, your tight heat tightening around his cock. His smirk only grew—his eyes staring knowingly into yours.

He’s got you now.

You came soon after that in embarrassment. How could that even make you cum? But he loved it. His past thrusts were fast but it felt absent.. now, he was fucking you like he was wanting to breed you.

Your lips were continuously open, loud and unabashed screams left your lips. Each thrust caused your body to push forward violently.

“Look at you… taking me well for your first time. Y’know.. I think I know why some people love fucking virgins.”

His thrusts slowed down, earning a whine from you. He was slow and methodical which was good at first but randomly, he slammed into you, earning a cry in pleasure from you.

“Not for the innocence… but for showing someone new how good it is to be fucked. And the discovery of themselves.”

He slammed into you again.

“I think I don’t want this to be a one time thing. This pussy’s too good to give up.” He gave a soft squeeze to your ass.

“…’s not a pussy…” you slurred out, practically cock drunk at this point.

He only grinned. His thrusts were slow as he brushed against your prostate before stopping right there as he painted your insides. You gasped in disbelief, feeling the warm liquid.

He pulled out and got off from on top of you. You continued to stay on the bed—just hoping he’d leave now so you could sleep in shame for sleeping with Karina’s ex.

But you heard the sound of a camera going off. With the last bit of energy you had, you turned yourself around to look at him as he smirked at his phone.

He turned the phone to you, showing you the picture he took. Your bare ass as cum dripped out of your fucked out hole. Luckily you were face wasn’t in the picture but if someone had been in your room, they could tell it was your bedroom based on the posters you could see in the background

“Safe keeping. I had to delete Karina’s nudes… so I need some new material. You’ll be giving me more, yeah?”

You could only stare at him dumbly as he grabbed his shoes and slipped them back on. He grabbed his jacket and looked back at you. You could feel his eyes roaming your body before looking down at your hole that was still leaking with cum.

A twisted smirk was on his lips at the sight. You blushed in embarrassment and looked away.

“It’ll be fun helping you learn about yourself more… I’ll see you soon. Wear those shorts again, alright?”

With that—he was gone. But the only thing on your mind right now was…

Why was he even here in the first place?

And uh.. more importantly—what was he going to do with that picture?

I’ve always liked the idea of sister exbf but only if the bf is older and a bit mean, but I certainly think I can make him meaner for next time.. how do you guys like him?

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graysturns · 29 days

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𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 | 𝕞.𝕤.

note: hey guys this is my first time posting my actual work and i’m kinda new to tumblr so pls be nice or i will cry ok thanks bye

warnings: idk smut ig

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"babe please hurry up, we're already running late," matt sighs as he shuts the car door.

"i just need to get some shorts or something, i can't show up to your mom's house in these jeans, look at this" i lift the sweater wrapped around my waist, revealing the rip around my inner thigh.

he rolls his eyes and sulks behind me as we make our way inside the old navy in our hometown. i begin to scan the various women's clothing, looking for something basic, because it's too late to go back home and figure out a new outfit.

"will you hurry up and pick one? please, y/n. chris is texting me wondering where we are. they want to start eating without us and he's most definitely gonna eat all the mac and cheese."

i roll my eyes at him. "first of all, never call me by my government name. rude. and second, we just got here, breathe. we wouldn't be here if you hadn't grabbed my ass so harshly when we stopped at the gas station. you caused this by manhandling me, matthew." i shot back.

he sighs again as i grab a few different options in my size and head towards the fitting rooms. upon arrival, we notice there aren't any employees so i pick a stall and wave matt into the small room.

he looks up at me, then around at our surroundings, "are you sure? i don't think they allow multiple people in at once, i'll just wait here."

i roll my eyes again. "matthew! get in here! i need your opinion. this store is basically empty anyways. it's not a big deal, you've seen me naked before. let's not act so innocent."

he follows me in and takes a seat on the bench facing the door. i untie the sweater he lent me and throw it at his face. "rude!" he exclaims sassily, throwing the wad of clothing to the ground.

"uhm, excuse me, you're rude. you're the whole reason we're in this mess." i begin to remove the ripped pair of pants and pull a new one off its hanger.

facing the mirror on the door, i begin to pull the pair of mom jeans on before matt looks up from his phone and stops me.

"baby, i've never seen these panties on you before, are they new?" he smirks at me. i nod, swatting at his hands.

"wait stop, they're super cute, why haven't you shown me?" he looks up at me with those hypnotic blue eyes, brows furrowed.

i turn around, with the jeans still around my ankles and my hands on my hips. "do i need to inform you every time i purchase a new article of clothing, matt? it's just panties."

he wiggles his eyebrows at me, "when they make your ass look like that, then yeah, i must be notified immediately." he places me onto his lap, pulling the jeans all the way off my ankles so i can straddle him.

"baby we're running late, you're the one who keeps insisting, as much as i want to, we don't have time to fool around" i say to him between the open-mouthed kisses he begins to place on my neck.

he starts to take my top off, then gasps. "fuck the mac and cheese! it's a matching set, now i really can't believe you kept this from me." he drools at the sight of the lacy see-through bra, rubbing his thumb over my visible nipple. he yanks down the thin fabric, causing my boobs to spill over. with one arm wrapped around me, clutching my ass, he uses the other to massage my breast, all while kissing my neck. i feel myself starting to give in, biting my lip to stifle a moan. "matt, i-i don't think we can do this here." i slightly protest, but he reaches up to kiss me, and bites my bottom lip.

i'm done for.

he's kissing and grabbing and rubbing all over me and i'm a mess. i can never say no to him, he knows how to manipulate my body to want exactly what he wants. i can feel his bulge through his jeans, and i grind on it slowly, making my clit throb against it.

suddenly, he lifts me and flips me around so im sat on his lap, and we're both facing the mirror. he's unbuckling his belt, then his pants. he wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me slightly while he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick, standing tall and proud.

he makes eye contact with me in the mirror and grabs my face, smushing my cheeks together, and whispers in my ear, "i want you to watch baby, watch how good you can take my whole dick inside of you, pay real close attention."

he smirks at my widened eyes, and moves the panties to one side, rubbing the wetness all around and then on my clit.

"you normally get to scream all you want, but not this time baby, okay? you need to be really really quiet for me, got it?" he covers my mouth.

i nod quickly, and without warning, he picks me up and thrusts his entire length into me. i hold back a scream, and i feel tears falling down my cheeks. no matter how many times, how long we've been together, i'll never be used to his size.

he gives me a second to adjust, and then begins to pound into me over and over again, my back sliding up and down his clothed chest. i'm watching as my breasts bounce up and down and his dick glides in and out, in and out. he uncovers my mouth, keeping one hand on my waist, and starts to rub circles on my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me roll my eyes back further in pleasure.

he begins to nibble on my ear, then moves down to suck the spot right underneath. as he kisses down, i feel him bite down on my shoulder to suppress a moan.

"matthew!" i hiss at the pain, but it feels so good.

"shh!" he pinches my nipple, causing me to let out a whimper.

i grab his wrist, stopping his movement, and smile at him, "my turn." i bend down slightly, still facing the mirror so he has a full view of my ass while i bounce on his dick. he presses down on my back, sliding his hand down to secure a firm grip on my neck. he curses under his breath, trying hard not to make any noise while i'm aggressively riding him. he places both hands on my ass grasping and slapping occasionally, until i sit back up and we're making eye contact in the reflection. he's rubbing on my clit again, using his other hand to massage my left breast and i can feel a knot forming in my abdomen.

i turn around so i'm straddling him, and continue to bounce up and down. he grabs me by my throat and kisses me roughly, before planting a hard slap on my ass. i move faster, and he groans, grasping my ass tighter, leaving hand-shaped bruises for him to stare at later.

"i'm almost there baby. fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on." he whispers in my ear and i close my eyes, feeling my climax creeping close.

we start moving in sync, until my legs shake, and i feel his dick twitch, then shoot his load into me, causing me to finish as well, leaving me trembling on his lap. i drop my head forward onto his shoulder, desperately trying to catch my breath

he wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing the side of my head. "wow, what we just did was probably super illegal, " i laugh at his comment, but then frown when i realize what we've done.

"fucking hell, matt. we can't buy pants now, i feel too awkward going up to the register after we've been in this fitting room for so long, they probably know what we've been doing!" i cover my face with my hands.

"baby that's alright," he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. "just put your clothes back on, we'll go back to the car, and you can just borrow some sweats when we get home."

i stare at him, mouth gaping in realization. "are you serious? we could've just done that in the first place! i'm so dumb, why didn't i think of that?"

he stands and helps me put my shirt on, followed by the ripped jeans, "it's alright y/n, i didn't think of it either. let's go home, i'm starving." he smiles at me, rubbing small circles on my back.

"i love you, matt" i look up at him, with red cheeks, wondering how i'm going to leave this dressing room with any dignity.

"i love you. don't worry, i know what you're thinking. just hold my hand and we'll walk back to the car, c'mon." he laces our fingers together and kisses me on the forehead, unlocking the door and stepping out of the changing room.

luckily enough, nobody seemed to even notice us weaving through the aisles and exiting the store. we managed to get back in matt's car without a single interruption, and soon after arriving at his house, where chris had demolished the entire dish of mac and cheese.

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ahh can’t believe i’m posting this but fuck it we ball

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #smut #fanfic

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milesmolasses · 11 months

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pretty baby (e-42 miles x black! fem!reader)

— car rides with miles nvr fail to make u queazy

— ⚠️: light cursing, slightly suggestive, slight angst, kinda sensitive reader

"you are unbelievable, y'know that?"

sitting in the car scrunched up with your legs close to your chest, you turned your whole body away from the driver's seat, trying to avoid any and all contact with the driver. after what happened today, you didn't think you could ever face miles again, too embarrassed to talk to him the entire car ride.

"it wasn't even that big a deal baby, i'm sure nobody even cared like that," he chuckled. he thought it was childish how such small moments could affect your mood for such wildly long periods of time.

"I sucked the syrup off your fingers miles, in front of all your friends. i'm humiliated!" you cried, putting your hands over your face and bending down into your lap; anything to avoid eye contact with him.

looking back at the road with a smirk on his face, he said, "if it makes you feel better, I didn't mind it..-"

"MILES!" you whined as you snapped your head in his direction. "how could you say that to me right now?!"

"oh– ok i'm sorry baby, but that doesn't mean you have to act like this-!"

you rolled your head back as you groaned and covered your face with your hands again; he didn't get it. the way you were perceived was extremely important to you, especially in front of people who you deemed important. you didn't want your boyfriends' friends to perceive you as some sort of sex fiend.

"just drive miles. you don't get it."

furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the block and pulled into a mcdonalds parking lot near your house. "then make me understand, hm? why are you letting this stupid shit affect you?"

"oh my god miles just take me home, please I don't wanna talk about it–"

"no, see 'cause now you have my attention, what's the matter?" if there was one thing you knew about miles, it's that he won't let shit go, especially when it comes to you.

"miles, i swear to god if you don't drive me home i'm gonna get out this car and walk," you threatened. you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes and the burning feeling you get in your gut when you're about to cry. miles noticed your chest rising and falling, a telling sign you were about to cry; this only pushed him further.

"you not goin' nowhere. not until you talk to me, so here's what we gon' do; we will sit in this car and we won't move until you start talking," he said as brought his hand up to your face, wiping the tear that escaped your waterline before it could drip and ruin your makeup.

your face scrunched up at the small gesture and you pressed your lips in a tight line. suddenly the burning feeling burned even hotter, and the saliva in your mouth began to increase. more tears slipped from your eyes. in a soft yet pleading voice, you asked, "please, can I just go home?"

he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at your state and it was then he could tell this was a real problem. "ay baby.. eres mi vida. talk to me," he cupped your face with both of his hands as they caught the tears falling. with your face smushed in his hands, he leaned in to give you a smooch, not caring if your lipgloss got all over him– he just wanted to see you smile for him.

"I don't want them to think badly of me miles.. they all looked at me funny and were cheering when I did it. I humiliated myself in front of them," you spilled, not wanting to keep it in anymore. and to be honest, it felt weird crying in your boyfriends' hands and not into your pillow alone in your room.

putting his forehead to yours, he said, "hey, look at me; you don't always have to worry about impressing everybody. everybody don't matter, you understand me? only me and you, ok? ion' wanna see you crying over some pinche pendejos who don't got they own girls and haven't matured since middle school."

you giggled softly as you sniffled your nose.

"there's that pretty smile," he mumbled as he gave a kiss to the top of your head.

"my pretty girl…”

you could feel your face get warmer after what he said, the indication, that big yet subtle word “my” sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“what, you like that? like when I call you that mi vida?” you knew he would never let you live this down, and this would be one of your many nicknames he would use on you to get you flustered to his own advantage.

“shut up—”

“what, you don’t wanna be my pretty girl?” he inquired whilst leaning back to look at you, feigning disappointment.

“of course I do miles-”

“then lemme hear you say it chiquita— c’mon I wanna hear you say it,” he said sounding very suave. you grew weak in the knees whenever miles deepened his voice while speaking to you, and he definitely used this to his advantage. thank goodness you we’re sitting down because lord knows if you were standing, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself together without bending over backwards for him.

your eyes wandered to anywhere else in the car, not wanting to see the look on miles face when you said what you were about to say, “i’m your pretty girl.”

“yeah, I know that’s right.”

– i wanna be his pretty girl so bad lol

#earth42 miles #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles g #prowler miles #spiderman miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #miles x reader

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yxami · 11 months

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Yandere dog boy

description: yandere dog boy hybrid x gn reader, mommy kink not introduced yet, sorry it’s kinda short, I’ll write more in an actual scenario rather than in the introduction like I do sometimes.

Elijah’s your closest friend who likes to consider himself your best-friend. And that may be true but that doesn’t mean he has to follow you everywhere and be your shadow. And you’ve definitely told him this before!

He insists he has to protect you since the crime rates had suddenly exceeded the estimated rates. It was because of him hurting people in his way that wanted to be with you but you didn’t have to know that!

He was basically your tough looking best-friend that would dutifully watch over you as if you were his property that he needed to take care of.

The reality was that he was your property, he was your puppy, he was all yours.

You were the one patching him up after he sunk his canines into another guy who pissed him off. Elijah had heard him talking about you, in way that immediately made him throw the hardest and quickest punch in his god damn life.

No way was he going to let a disgusting pervert speak about you as if you were an item. You were a god compared to that low life, you were a beauty who only deserved the best.

“I just don’t get why you get into so many fights. Seriously, do you not feel any pain right now?” You glared in frustration as you wrapped his bloody knuckles and iced his bruised cheek quickly afterwards.

“Nope! You should’ve seen the guy I fucked up though, heard he’s in critical condition” Elijah’s shit eating grin was bright and big like always.

“Get into another one and I’m not letting you follow me around anymore” You grumbled. His grin was immediately turned into a worried frown.

“H-hey! Don’t say that. You don’t really mean that right?” He whined, ears drooping at even the idea of not being able to stand next to you.

“Well, if you get into another one you’ll see whether I’m being truthful” You got up, collecting the items you used to clean and wrap him up. You walked out the bathroom to go put the things back in their rightful place.

“Listen! I won’t get into another I swear! And if I do then.. umm you can punish me! Just not in any way that would prevent me from protecting you” He stuck close behind you, helping you put the items that back on the higher shelf.

“Deal, I’ll just have to find a different way to punish you instead” You closed the cabinet after stocking the taken items. “Okay!” He happily followed you afterwards.

Elijah didn’t get into anymore fights after that, he did have a few scuffles that almost turned into it but he would always walk off before it did. He had to behave or else you’d stop hanging out with him!

Every-time he relayed how he walked away, he would get head-pats and treats like his favorite snack or opportunities to snuggle with you. That was probably his favorite treat!

But being in between your legs as the two of you watched something on your phone was his absolute favorite. He was a big boy, but he still managed to sneak in between your thighs every time the two of you hung out.

His wagging tail pressed under him would still run for miles at an hour like it always did when you were close to him. His blissful face as he watched the show only revealed more of his happiness to be your best-friend.

And he used to be satisfied with that! But now he wants more than that, and he can only patiently wait for you to realize you like him the same way he loves you.

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 2 months

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Ice told Mav that he'd take this one, after getting the call from Penny.

So, when Ice walks into the Hard Deck, his eyes immediately start searching the room for Bradley, and find him in the back at the pool table.

He heads to the back area of the bar, catching Penny's eye on the way and giving her a wink. When Ice gets to the pool table area he sees that Bradley is not actually alone, he's there with Lieutenant "Bob" Floyd, who looks about as hopeless as Penny sounded on the phone earlier.

Bob suddenly notices Ice's presence, and he stands up a bit straighter as Ice gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

...All the while, Bradley just keeps playing pool and grumbling loudly to himself.

"Sir - " Bob begins.

" - Dismissed."

"Oh, thank you sir..." Bob replies, sounding extremely relieved as he leaves the pool table and heads to the bar.

"Bradley...?" Ice leans over the pool table and tries to get in Bradley's line of sight "...talk to me, please."

"Nothin' to talk about," Bradley replied, as he lined up his shot, then hit the ball over to the middle pocket, and it bounced off the edge of the pocket, missing the target. "You gonna play? Looks like Bob couldn't take the heat."

"I think what Bob couldn't take was the headache you were giving him," said Ice, as he picked up the abandoned pool cue.

"What?"

"Bradley, half the bar can hear you grumbling over here," Ice told him. "You've got black storm clouds floating right over your head for God's sake. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Bradley insisted. "Now are you gonna play or not?"

Ice shrugged. "Sure," he said.

Ice lined up his shot, and sunk two balls into the far corner pocket, like it was absolutely nothing.

Bradley rolled his eyes as Ice straightened up and tried not to look smug.

"...But I guarantee, with the way I play and the way you seem to be playing right now, it's gonna be a pretty short game," Ice told him.

Bradley sighed. "I'm just a little off tonight, no big deal," he said.

"Any particular reason why?"

"No."

Ice gave him a pointed look.

Bradley huffed. "Just having...issues with...someone," he grumbled.

"Relationship issues?"

"It's not a relationship," Bradley countered, quickly.

"Then what is it?"

"It's....he....he left for a deployment in Italy today," Bradley grumbled. "And I went over to see him just to say goodbye, y'know, and it turned into 'Oh, Rooster, I didn't know you cared?' and so of course I was like, 'I don't care, just send my apologies to all those poor Italian people who'll have to endure your presence for the next few months.' And then it turned into talking about all the Italian guys he was gonna meet over there, and how they'd probably happily 'endure' his 'presence', and then I got mad, so I just kinda left."

"So, you didn't actually get to say goodbye then?" Ice pointed out.

"No, I guess not," said Bradley. "I just...it's so easy for him to just...annoy me like that, and then...stupid Italian guys - "

"So, your problem is that you don't want Jake Seresin to hang around with hot Italian guys, is that it?" Ice asked.

Bradley froze, and stared at Ice.

"...I never said anything about Jake Seresin," he said.

"Bradley, all you ever do is talk about Jake Seresin," Ice told him. "Did the two of you really think you were being discrete?"

"We were being - !" Bradley started, then clamped his lips together for a moment. "...It's always just been a casual thing. Nothing serious or official."

"...But now he's going to Italy," said Ice "...and he might be hanging around with 'hot Italian guys', and you don't like that."

"It's not like he's never been deployed without me before," said Bradley. "It's not like I haven't had to deal with feeling like this before. And I have! I've dealt with it just fine."

"Well, maybe this time is different because you're hitting a breaking point," said Ice. "Maybe, it's time you two finally had a serious talk about this 'casual thing' of yours."

"Why do you say 'casual thing' like that?" Bradley asked. "Like you're judging?"

"I'm not judging it, Bradley. I've been down that road myself before," Ice told him. "And I'm saying 'casual thing' like that because if you're feeling so troubled at the thought of him with somebody else, then maybe it's not a very 'casual' thing at all."

Bradley blew out a long, tired breath, as he stared at the pool table, supposedly looking for another shot.

"One thing I do know for sure, though..." said ice, as he walked around the table to stand beside Bradley "...is that Jake Seresin will not be 'meeting' any hot Italian guys."

Bradley glanced over at him and smirked. "What, you really gonna try and cockblock him from here?" he asked.

"Don't doubt my powers, Bradley Bradshaw, I'm the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, I can do a lot of things," Ice told him. "...Just ask Maverick."

Bradley snorted back a laugh.

"No, I mean, he may talk a big game about what he's gonna do over there, but I guarantee you, he's not gonna do any of it," Ice told him. "He doesn't want to."

"How do you know?" Bradley asked.

"Because I've been him, Bradley," Ice told him. "First he wanted to beat you and be the best pilot, then he wanted to bed you and prove that you wanted him...and now he's trying not to fall in love with you."

Bradley didn't say anything, he actually looked a little terrified now.

"And Bradley," Ice continued. "I guarantee, he may've won those first two rounds, but that last one?" Ice leaned in now and lowered his voice so that only Bradley could hear him "...I think you'll both find that he lost it a long time ago."

Bradley still didn't say anything, so Ice just smiled and straightened up, then put his pool cue back against the wall.

"Work on your game, kid," said the older man. "I'll see you at dinner on Sunday."

Ice then gave him a wave, and walked away, out of the bar.

Bradley thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone as he sat down on a nearby stool.

Can we talk when you get back? he texted.

He only had to wait about a minute before he got a reply.

Sure. You miss me already? (with a smirking emoji, of course)

Bradley took a deep breath, then sent back his reply.

...Yeah. I do.

#tgm ficlet #top gun fanfic #in which tom kazansky is King #bradley is jealous and stubborn #and jake has probably been waiting for this end conversation for months #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #hangster ficlet #slight icemav #icemav-hangster parallels #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin #this is too short to post on ao3 so I'm doing the ao3 tags here :)

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Hiii! How are ya? can I request Valentino x reader who works for vox? But not only do they work for him they have created a anime and game for it under him? So like they’re a well known manga artist type ting? So yeah they’re not a nobody basically

if not that’s fine! Have a good day/night dear :)

ART DECO PART 1!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: curse words, mentions of sex, making out, suggestive content.

a/n: i might do a part 2 if you guys like this!!

series masterlist!

You're bored.

To the exterior eye, working for THE Vox may be a dream. Cash, cars, designer clothes, big fancy functions filled with important hell-people and overlords. It sounds perfect.

It isn't. Between stupid rivalries, betrayals, and VERY dramatic bosses, being one of the top content producers for Vox is smothering work. But you'd rather have that than being nothing. At the very least, being so close to the Vees grants you protection.

This evening, you discover yourself at yet another 'emergency' call from Vox. Something something about losing views and how this most be the radio demon's fault. It's the 4th time this week.

You arrived at Vox's place, yet you can't really see him anywhere.

"Umm... Velvette" the girl looks up at you from the couch, unbothered.

"Watcha need sweetheart?" she moves her eyes back to her phone.

"Do you know where Vox is? He kinda called me on emergency basis? I'm not really sure what he need though."

"I have no idea where that shithead's been. He didn't even go to the last meeting with the overlords." She rolls her eyes. "He had to send me."

"Oh alright so no idea." You feel frustrated.

"You could of course ask Val"

"Did anyone say my name?" You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men within Vox's circle, but truly extravagant.

"So dramatic." Velvette mumbles, eyes still on the screen.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that Velvette doesn't notice how close you are to him.

Valentino.

Vox's second in charge. Both an overlord and the owner of the largest movie studio. One of the greatest assholes in Hell.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

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You truly hadn't meant for this to get this far.

Initially, it was sex. Brilliant, mid blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn't.

Now, it's late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead.

Now, it's genuine.

Vox would murder you if he found out.

You'd be shunned. Everything you'd worked for. Everything you'd created. Suddenly you don't exist. It's all Vox's.

If there was one thing you liked about your deal with Vox was the fact that he allowed your things to be yours.

People knew what you had created and they knew it was created by you.

You didn't want to lose that.

Essentially, it'd be worse than hell, which you're already in. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional.

And it's true that Valentino has nothing to lose. If Vox finds out, he won't be affected at all.

But he keeps it a secret.

And you're pretty sure you know why.

You wake up to kiss him all over his face. You dance within the kitchen, as he spins you around in your socks. You see how he stares at you when in a meeting, analysing your face.

You ran into love headfirst, impulsively. Would you have slept with Valentino that night, well over a year ago, if you'd have known this is how it'd turn out? You're not sure. But all you know is that, right now, the risk is more than worth it.

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"You with me, sweetheart?" he mumbles into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

"Yeah, Val," you murmur back, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face. "I'm here."

"Where did you go, huh?"

His fingers travel down your neck, drawing little figures on your back.

"Just daydreaming," you answer.

"About what?" he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in delicate movements. Back, forth. Back, forth. He's making it difficult to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper discreetly. He you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He needs to kiss you. God, he needs to kiss you. He needs to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream "look at the woman I love!"

Instead, his fingers tighten around your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two colleagues having a conversation.

"You look so fuckin' wonderful in that dress," he tells you, his voice bound with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze making you warm.

"You don’t look so bad yourself," you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Valentino winks at you as you stand up, going to take a step forward, but a hand on your arm stops you.

"Vox was aking where you were. The meeting already started, come on." Vox's assistant acompanies you towards Vox's office.

As you walk through the lobby you whisper to Velvette.

"No idea he was in his office, huh?" perhaps you were trying your luck, but in all honesty, Vox had pretty much as much respect for Velvette as he had for you.

"Do you think I care where that asshole is? I'm not his nanny." She talks back, louder, so that you can hear her as you enter the door.

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There's a pull between you and Val. It's like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are , or what you're doing. You're feeling it within the dull board gatherings. You feel it in the dull 'Vees Team' gatherings. You feel it at the functions he’s reluctantly invited to by Vox. You feel it now, as you try not fall asleep at Vox's words of how you all should double the work and double the content. He says that as if animating was that easy.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Val, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. If this is hell, you’ll think. then it might just be better than heaven.

The second you get out of the meeting, you feel his eyes on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It's kinda like a 6th sense, this quiet communication between you. You capture his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and gestures in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the corridor and look around, but Valentino is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

"Been holding up to urge my hands on you all night," he mumbles into your ear.

He's trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and difficult behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and after that your cheek. It's forbidden and it's provocative and it's so tender it makes your knees wobble.

"Come to my room," he begs. "Vox is so distracted with that Radio Demon that he won't realise."

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But there's currently so many people in the Vees' house. Any of them could see you enter the same room… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, your survival instinct tells you it wouldn't be the best idea. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer.

You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “Someone might notice.”

"I don’t give a fuck," he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"You shouldn’t either."

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

"Live a little, baby," he teases, nipping at your ear.

"Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind."

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer window ornaments. You're resting comfortably on Val's chest, both of his solid arms wrapped around you. You yawn languidly.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You push Valentino carefully, waking him up.

"There's someone banging at your door," you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He puts on a pair of boxers, and moves towards the door.

You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Valentino’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

"Vox?" he questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey Val. Did you see where the fuck y/n went to?”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #valentino hazbin hotel headcanon #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino #the vees #valentino x you #valentino headcanons

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Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Blue needs to make a deal with Anselm, Anselm has other things on his mind.

Part 2/Series Masterlist

A/N: I'm sorry.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m receiving), hand job, Blue kinda going into sub space, I have not proof read this (I’m so sorry I just can’t look at it anymore), please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 3793

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Blue shifts a little nervously in his chair. He wasn’t used to this, being the one that wasn’t in control, wasn’t holding all the cards.

He didn’t like it.

But there wasn’t any way around it.

Anselm owned the police, owned the government, and if Blue wanted to expand the club and make certain annoyances go away, then he had to get into bed with Anselm. Figuratively, of course.

Blue hadn’t expected to actually meet with the man in person, surely he was far too busy for that. And while Blue didn’t doubt the personal sway he had in his own fair sized pond, he was aware enough to know Anselm was a big fish in a very big ocean.

Which was why this meeting, and the suddenness of it, had caught him off guard a little.

“And obviously, that percent of the cut would be very highly in your favour.” Blue stumbled a little over his words, his normal silver tongue rusted over.

Anselm sat on the opposite side of the desk, his fingers elegantly placed over his chin as he listened. He was, irritatingly, unreadable. Though the smallest smile did pull at the corner of his lips.

Blue hoped that was a good sign.

The other thing, person, that was throwing him off his game was you.

When he’d been shown into the impressively large office, more space in this one room than most people had in their whole homes, he had noticed you instantly. Reclining on the red chaise lounge to his left.

You had given him a small smile and that had been enough to make his throat bob and blood quickly rush downwards. He had shaken his head and tried to ignore you, sneaking small sideways glances every so often.

Anselm hadn’t introduced you, but he looked at you every now and then. Only moving his eyes in a silent question to which you either nodded or shook your head.

It was unnerving to say the least.

Your eyes stayed fixed on Blue, admiring him as if he was a sculpture in a gallery or some sumptuous banquet, not a businessman trying to make a deal.

Anselm had been staring at him for a good fifty seconds now without speaking, without replying.

Blue swallowed and risked another small glance at you.

“And what makes you think that percentage is of interest to me, Mr Jones?”

Anselm’s voice, low and velvet smooth, cutting through the air like a dagger.

“I, ah, it’s very generous for you, and,” Blue tried to make sure to choose his words carefully. “And, of course you would be able to have full use of my club and it’s services at any time-”

Anselm chuckled, not unkindly, and leaned back in his seat. “What makes you think I have need of your club's services?”

“Well,” suddenly his tie felt a little too tight, “there are many things my club has to offer, alcohol, gambling, my girls-”

“Are you implying,” he moved his hand from his face to rest against the desk, “that my wife,” he glances at you, “doesn’t satisfy me?”

You chuckle.

Blood visibly drains from Blue’s face. “No, I, that’s not,” oh shit, oh fuck, ohshitshitshitshitshit, “I obviously didn’t mean any offense, I,” his wife, his wife, you’re his fucking wife, he’d been sneaking looks at one of the most powerful and dangerous men in the world’s wife. “Of course, meant that you might be needing, wanting to entertain business associates and-”

“Stop teasing him.” You say to Anselm, a wide grin on your face. “Can’t you see the poor thing’s going to pass out from fright?”

While normally Blue would take a little more than umbrage at being called a ‘poor thing’, in this instance he was very thankful for it.

Anselm visibly relaxed, holding his hand ups. “I have to apologise for my tendency to wind others up.”

“It’s no problem,” Blue swallows. “Nothing to apologise for.”

Anselm smiles. “So, you want my help so that your business can expand, yes?”

Blue nods.

“What I want to know is, what will you offer me in exchange?”

Blue pauses, the question throws him for a loop, he’d just spent the better part of the last forty minutes explaining all the things he was offering Anselm. Every single thing that he could possibly think of to make the deal and sweeten it too.

He gripped his hands together, interlocking his fingers and squeezing to stop the slight shake that threatened to breakthrough.

“Like I said,” Blue pulls his best customer service smile onto his face, “there are many things this deal has to offer that would benefit you, the cut of profits alone-”

“I’m not interested in money, Blue.”

Blue frowns, a look of confusion crossing his face. A deep sense of dread begins to build in his stomach, why did Anselm even want this meeting in the first place? Surely he knew what was on the table, he wasn’t an idiot, he-

You place your hands on Blue’s shoulders and he visibly jumps, having not realised or heard you get up and walk behind him. The action brings a smile to your face.

You lean down ever so slightly, brushing your chest against the back of his neck. “Anselm’s interested in you.”

Blue freezes, his brain going over your words and checking for errors, making sure he really did hear what he thought he had.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” You ask, leaning close and whispering against his ear. “My husband being interested in you?”

Blue shivers as your proximity, the smell of your perfume intoxicating. “I… um, well, I mean…” He swallows, surely you mean as a business partner, yes, of course, that was it. “I’m faltered, I try to run my club to the best of my-”

“No, no, no,” you whisper, biting back a smile and lightly tracing your hands over his shoulders. “Interested in you.”

“Oh…” Blue paused, the smallest flush dusting his cheeks. “I… I imagine it’s not a big deal, I don’t think, I mean, well, I’ve never…”

“You’ve never… what, Blue?” You whisper, your voice even softer than before as you slowly kiss his neck, just under his ear.

Blue swallows again, the audible gulp echoing in the silence, his breathing hard.

You skim your hands along his chest and start to loosen his tie as Anselm watches with interest.

Blue blinks heavily. “I… what, what are you doing?” He makes no move to halt your actions, if anything he leans slightly into it.

“Do you want me to stop?” You mutter against his skin, in between kisses.

His dick twitches, growing harder with every brush of your lips.

His heartbeat echoes in his temples and shakes his head. “No, don’t stop.” His voice sounds wrecked already, weak and wanting. The anxious energy from the meeting, the adrenaline, quickly mixed with arousal.

“Good.”

You glance up at your husband, he smiles watching you both with rapt attention, amused at how quickly Blue seems to be falling apart.

He shifts in his seat, moving back towards you and your mouth and breathing heavily.

You suck lightly on his pulse point and he lets out a soft moan. He doesn’t notice you continuing to undo his shirt buttons as you scrap your teeth over his skin.

“Don’t any of your girls take care of you?” Anselm asks, amusement clear in his voice.

It takes Blue a good few seconds longer than it should for him to register that he’s being spoken to, and then a few more seconds after than to formulate a response.

“They… ah, they do, they,” he swallows and gasps as you drag your teeth over his skin. “Not like this… never have any of the girls… been like this.”

There was something about it, something heady and thrilling that made him almost lightheaded. That he wasn’t taking, he was being taken.

Anselm chuckles softly.

Blue lets his eyes fall closed as he leans his head back, giving you more access. It was like he could melt away, just let everything go and just be. “It’s…” He swallows again, struggling to even formulate the words in his mind to begin with. “It’s… different.”

You sink your teeth into his neck, hard enough to bruise, and then suck a love bite against his jugular.

Blue moans loudly, wantonly and instinctively reaches back with his hand to grab at you, any part of you. He squeezes your leg, a whispered, “please,” falling out of his lips without him even realising.

“She’s very good with her mouth… and her hands.” Anselm growls, his eyes dark and blown wide with lust.

You smile against Blue’s skin, biting him harder, the action just on the border of being too much and somehow not enough.

“Oh, oh god…” Blue mutters, keening into your touch as you slide your hands under his now completely open shirt and across his chest.

You lightly pinch his right nipple, scratching over it with the tip of your nail and Blue gaps, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation.

You repeat the action and his hips buck upwards automatically, another soft moan escaping his lips.

There’s no way he could possibly hide his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers, begging to be let free.

“You like my wife’s hands and mouth then?” Anselm asks matter of factly, his voice low and rich.

Blue manages to open his eyes, to focus on something other than you for more than a second, “yes,” he whispers at the exact moment you bite down on his skin again. “Oh god, that, please,” his eyes close, scrunching up tightly as his stomach muscles twitch under your hands.

He shouldn’t be letting you do this, letting you touch him and tease him and completely wreck him. He’d blush at the thought of someone doing this to him in private, let alone in front of an audience. But all he wants to do, all he can bring himself to do is just lean back into your touches and caresses and let the pleasure grow warm in his belly.

You sink your left hand lower and lower, grazing along his chest and stomach until the tips of your fingers skim the edge of his trousers. Your touch light and teasing.

“I, oh please,” he swallows, his throat bobbing under your tongue, “yes, please,” he squeezes your leg, needing something solid to ground himself. “I-”

“That mouth of yours is so pretty.” You mutter into Blue’s ear, your voice soft and sweet. “Why don’t we put it to better use?”

Blue’s lost for a moment, still mesmerised by your lips on his skin. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, trying to give you better access.

It’s only when your lips still, your right hand sliding up to his jaw to hold him in place, that slowly your words start to trickle into his brain.

“I…” He bites his lip, a small frown of confusion blossoming across his face.

“Come on,” you slowly coax him out of the chair and to his knees as Anselm stands gracefully and walks around his desk to stop directly in front of Blue.

Blue follows your directions, distracted by the little kisses you plant over his cheek and temple.

It’s the click of Anselm’s shoes that bring him back to his surroundings. He glances up, catching the other man’s eyes and swallows nervously. His pulse thunders under your hands and lips.

Anselm looks down at Blue and smiles, admiring how ruined he already looks, his skin flushed, hair unkept and his neck littered with bruises that your lips and teeth left.

Heat rises to Blue’s face, he’s captivated by Anselm’s gaze, hot and needy, like liquid gold burning into him. It’s almost enough to distract from the sizable and obvious bulge in the older man’s trousers, that is now at perfect eye level with Blue.

A strange mix of panic and anticipation twists in his chest and Blue looks down. Surely, if-

“”Uh, uh, uh,” you tut and tilt Blue’s face back up to Anselm, keeping a firm hold of his jaw while your other hand teases along his trouser’s fly.

He looks up at Anselm, forced to once again make eye contact. Shame boils along his veins, humiliation at being here, in this position like some common whore and not even trying to fight it.

The urge to just give in, to revel in it is so strong. He wants to- No, he’s doing this for his club, his staff, his girls, his customers, if this is what it takes to expand then so be it. He’d get into bed with Anselm, literally.

You press your chest into Blue’s back, forcing him forward ever so slightly as you reach up and leisurely unzip Anselm’s trousers.

He watches you and Blue, his head tilted to the side as if he was reading some amusing anecdote in the morning paper.

Painstakingly slowly, you unbuckle his belt and take out his cock. Anselm sighs as your warm hand touches him and finally frees him from the confines of his trousers.

You run your hand over his length a few times, pumping him up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head in a way you know he likes.

Blue watches, hypnotised, his dick twitches and aches with every touch he sees you make. He’d never been this close to another man’s… He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He shouldn’t be getting off to this.

You kiss Blue’s neck again, soft and teasing, amused at how enraptured he is with the sight before him.

A small moan escapes Blue’s lips, it’s quiet, but undeniable. His eyes go wide instantly, and he stiffens as embarrassment overtakes him.

“Good boy,” you whisper against his ear. “You like it don’t you?”

Blue stays quiet.

“Hmmm?” You pinch his chin lightly with your free hand.

And slowly Blue nods.

Anselm gets out a shaky sigh and you grin.

“We’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” You whisper again, though Blue isn’t completely sure who you're talking to.

You place another kiss against Blue��s neck and slide your hand on his chin down to grip his jaw with just enough pressure to border on painful.

“Just enjoy it.” You mutter into Blue’s ear and guide him towards Anselm’s weeping cock.

He lets you move him, your chest still flush against his back, using your weight as an extra guiding movement.

Blue pauses, faltering for a second as he gets close, nearly able to touch Anselm if he stuck out his tongue.

It’s obviously what you want him to do, what you both want him to do, but panic still flares in his mind, he’s never, not with a guy. And it’s so big, there no way he’d be able to fit it all in his mouth and-

“Shh, it’s okay,” you soothe as Blue lets out a little nervous whimper. You tap against his lips with your forefinger, pushing down gently so that he slowly parts them. “There we go.”

Blue breathes out shakily as you press him closer, guiding him forward. How did his girls even do this? Blue tries to recall past memories, maybe if he'd paid closer attention and not been so caught up in the pleasure of their mouths he’d have a little more to fall back on now. Not that he ever realised that he’d need to rely on that information.

Heat rises to his cheeks as he pauses, letting his mind overfill with racing thoughts. But it doesn’t last long.

Anselm takes hold of the back of his head as you guide Blue, pulling at his chin as he takes Anselm’s cock into his mouth.

“Good boy.” You whisper.

Anselm lets out a sigh as he swallows around him and Blue tries to force his full length into his mouth. He coughs, chokes and splutters and even though Anselm groans he pushes Blue back slightly.

Blue looks up at him, tears in the corner of his eyes from coughing. There’s a panic there, a fear of being disappointing. He opens his mouth to apologise but Anselm speaks first.

“Don’t want you to suffocate on it.” The older man teases.

You chuckle. “Good enthusiasm.”

Blue bites his lip and swallows, your praise goes straight to his dick.

“Let’s try slower, hmm? Don’t take as much. Why don’t you lick it all over?” You run your finger over your husband’s cock, from the base to the tip, showing Blue where to put his tongue.

He nods, the movement small and almost shy.

You guide him back to Anselm, pressing lightly on the back of his neck and whispering praises as he darts out his tongue.

“There you go,” you breathe as Blue licks him slowly, broad flat strokes that run up the length of his cock.

He flicks his tongue over the head, remembering a blow job he’d received on the couch in his own office and Anselm groans low in his chest.

The precome is salty, but pleasant and he realises, surprisingly, that he sort of likes it.

“You’re doing so good Blue.” You kiss below his ear, your own voice needy as heat builds between your legs.

Blue lets out a soft moan at the praise and sucks the tip into his mouth. He slowly bobs his head up and down, eyes closed, trying to get a little deeper, take a little more, each time.

Anselm’s hand goes back to Blue’s head, pulling lightly at his hair as he guides him.

“So good Blue, keeping going, that’s it.” You slide your own hands down to Blue’s waist and unbuckle his trousers.

Blue’s breathing hitches, he almost stops his movements but Anselm gently presses him back down, slowly guiding his cock in and out of his eager mouth.

You trail the edge of your nails down Blue’s dick teasingly and he twitches against your touch, hard and hot, as he moans around Anselm’s length.

“You’re doing so good,” you whisper as you take Blue’s cock in your hand and start to pump him in time with the bob’s of his head. “I know he’s big, you’re doing so well.”

Blue moans again, a strange lightness builds in his chest with every positive word. His jaw aches, salvia is running down his chin and every now and then he takes Anselm just a little too deeply and has to pull back and try again. But it feels so good, so right, to have you both there, touching him and using him, and- oh!

He moans deeply, bucking his hips into your hands as you twist your wrist and start to move faster, changing your teasing strokes into full blown movements.

He swallows around Anselm, his muffled cries of pleasure vibrating around his dick deliciously.

Anselm groans, thrusting a little harder into Blue’s mouth and growling.

“Oh, he’s gonna come all down your pretty throat. You gonna be good and swallow all of it aren’t you?”

Blue lets out a muffled cry, yes, yes he wants that, wants this so badly.

You stroke him harder, pressing your chest flush against his back and feeling how his thighs shake, his muscles twitch under every movement.

Pleasure drowns him, overwhelms the pain in his jaw, the ache in his knees. All he can feel is Anselm hot in his mouth and your hand on his dick, pulling him closer and closer and-

Anselm moans loudly, throating his head back, one hand gripping the desk behind him as he thrusts deep. He holds Blue tightly against him as he cums down his throat.

Blue moans, trying his best to swallow and not choke. It’s easier said than done and some of Anselm’s cum slips past his lips and trails down his chin.

You take hold of Blue’s neck, pulling him back as Anselm lets go and leans back against his desk, breathing hard.

“Well done, you did such a good job.” You bite his neck, sucking hard as you hold him against you and pick up your pace.

Blue cries out, moaning beautifully, as you stroke him faster and faster, his hips shaking, every muscle in his body tense.

“Oh god,” it’s too much, everything’s too much, he’s going to burst and fall apart at the seams and- he sobs as he cums, thrusting up into your hand and spilling himself all over the polished wooden floor.

It seems to go on and on, the pleasure flaying his every nerve, as he cums harder than he ever has in his whole life.

He falls back against your chest, boneless, and would have surely ended up in a heap on the floor if you hadn’t been supporting him. He breathes hard, skin flushed and sweaty.

You lightly kiss his temple.

Blue’s mind is blissfully quiet, so caught up in the afterglow it was impossible to even think.

Anselm smiles down at him as he tucks himself back into his trousers. He side steps the cum on the floor and leans down, licking his own spend from Blue’s chin before kissing his lips.

Blue lets out a contented sigh as Anselm’s beard tickles his chin.

“Such a good boy,” Anselm mutters, his low voice rumbling through Blue.

“He is, isn’t he?” You smile.

Both you and Anselm hold Blue for a few minutes, kissing and caressingly gently, whispering soft praises as you massaged his skin.

You then both helped him to stand and dress as Blue wobbled a little like a baby deer taking his first steps.

Blue watched you both, a little stunned and still blissed out as you straightened his tie.

You kiss his left cheek, while Anselm kisses his right.

“Well, Mr Jones, I’d say that was a very productive meeting. You’ll have my full support.” Anselm smiles and shakes his hand, his tone calm and professional, as if they had just both played a round of golf and not done… that.

Blue nods, his mind still not caught up with him.

“My assistant outside will show you out and we’ll be intouch.” Anselm walks Blue to the door, opening it for him and seeing him out.

Everything still seems a little hazy, dreamlike almost. Blue turns to say something, even though he’s not sure what it is.

Through the closing gap in the door he sees Anselm kiss you deeply and lead you back to the chaise lounge, pushing you down and hooking your legs over his hips while you hold him tightly.

For a moment he catches your eyes and you smile, biting your lip. And then the door shuts and you both are gone.

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splintered - drummer!osamu miya/f!reader (haikyuu!) tags: band!au, pining, angst, high school friends to ?, unspoken feelings, mentioned semi eita/reader and osamu/groupies, here is some lovely drummer!osamu art by @/tnkisu if u want to pine for him like i am! word count 1.6k

Osamu replaces his drumsticks, on average, about once a month.

It's less frequent now than it once was, thanks largely to the fact that he started buying better quality sticks since the band has been gigging regularly and he can afford it, coupled with the fact that he'd gotten old enough to outgrow that adolescent ignorance of his own strength or frenetic enthusiasm while he’s playing. Still, every time he breaks a stick, he hears his mother's voice in the back of his mind, furious that for the second time in as many weeks he was begging her for more pocket money so he could replace them.

(She would always buy him new ones, anyway.)

Osamu has broken three sticks this week.

He tries to pretend that he doesn't know why. Tries to pretend it's no big deal when yet another stick splinters in his hands on a particularly violent rap against his snare. Tries to pretend he doesn't see you in the bright red of the first aid kit each time he has to bandage up his bloody fingers—the first aid kit you'd bought him to keep in the studio space that the band rents in a block of office buildings, for when he injures himself by practicing too much.

But there's something more pressing he's pretending not to notice now. Something more real and tangible looming over him.

Literally.

Because you're standing next to his drum kit with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face, and he's beating away at the drum kit and acting like it's totally normal that he hasn't so much as acknowledged you since you came in unannounced.

Finally, like the three sets of sticks Osamu’s thrown away this week, you snap.

Your hand shoots out and Osamu panics, aborting whatever motion he was in the process of following through and flinching away from you.

“What the hell are you doing!” he exclaims angrily, drumbeat silenced, as your hand wraps around the stick in his right hand and you wrench it out of his grip. “I could’ve fuckin’ hurt ya!”

“Oh,” you say, chucking the drumstick across the cramped little studio, your expression twisted into something a little meaner to match his own, “how nice of you to finally notice me.”

“I’m practicin’,” Osamu grunts, pushing himself up from his seat behind his drum kit, “or I was before ya interrupted me.”

“I need to talk to you.”

Osamu pauses as he moves to cross the room towards where you tossed his stick, his broad back facing you.

“I’m busy.”

You make a strangled noise of frustration.

“Well then make time for me, Samu,” you snap. “You’ve been ignoring me for days!”

Osamu crouches down and starts searching for the wayward drumstick among some sound equipment stacked up in the corner, tucking the one you hadn’t pried from his hold into the back pocket of his jeans. He doesn’t reply to your demand. Doesn’t even acknowledge it.

“Why would you try and ban me from your gigs?” you ask—and he’s sure you mean to sound furious. Osamu’s known you so long that your intent is as clear to read as your words. But your tone breaks just before the anger can rip through it, a lilt of disappointment—of hurt—wavering in the question.

Osamu is sweaty from the hours he’s been banging away at his drum kit, but suddenly the perspiration on his skin feels cold. Still crouching down, he grabs the hem of his t-shirt in his hands and lifts it to wipe at his face.

“‘Cause.”

It’s not a justification in the slightest. It’s barely even a fucking word. But somehow it’s all that he can muster in reply.

“‘Cause?” you echo incredulously. “What kinda bullshit is that? I had to find out about this ‘ban’ from fucking Suna, of all people—Suna, Osamu!—because Tsumu refuses to get involved in our shit, and I’ve gotten radio silence from you all week. So, mind telling me what the hell is going on?”

Again, Osamu opts for silence in response, shifting a busted amp when he spots the tail end of the stick you’d sent flying peeking out from under it.

“Samu, would you please just talk to me?” you plead, all the strength bleeding from your tone.

He uses the tips of his fingers to fish the end of the drumstick out, and once he has it in his grip he twirls it around his fingers instinctively before clutching it in a white-knuckled fist. It’s painfully quiet in the soundproof studio, the foam sound insulation on the walls almost makes the stillness more stifling.

“What was up with you and that Semi guy last weekend?”

You're quiet.

“Are you serious, Osamu?—”

That same fight, all bitter resentment and defensive hostility, has made itself known again in your voice.

“—You banned me from your gigs because I hooked up with some guy?”

“So you two hooked up, huh?” Osamu’s tone is dry as he muses out the rhetorical question.

“God!” There’s shuffling behind him that he doesn’t turn to see, but it sounds like you’ve knocked something over. Maybe the first aid kit. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Osamu finally risks a guarded glance back over his shoulder towards you.

You’ve dropped your bag on the ground at your feet, your hands tangled in your hair in frustration.

“You know Eita. You’re friends.”

Osamu sniffs. “Don’t really know him. Just run in the same circle ’sall. He’s a city boy.”

“You’re being unfair,” you say to him, your eyes whet with fury. Your hands fall to your sides and clench into fists. “You hook up with little groupies at your shows all the time. I meet one guy and all the sudden-“

“It’s distractin’,” Osamu says, rising back up to his full height to face you head on. “I don’t wanna spend the entire gig worryin’ about what scumbag yer cozied up to.”

“I’m not your responsibility to worry about!”

Osamu feels something sharp and blisteringly sour pang in his stomach.

“I can’t just not worry about ya,” Osamu snaps, frustration sharpening his words into a blade that he never meant to turn on you, but that he fears he’s lost control of.

“I never asked you to do that,” you reply—lips, shoulders, hands all quivering. You’re trembling as you stand before him. Furious and bewildered. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’m not babysittin’ ya,” he replies tersely, knowing that nothing he’s said is what he means. Nothing has gone according to the plan he didn’t even have to begin with. “And I know ya didn’t ask, but I can’t help it; I’ve been worryin’ about ya since we were teenagers. Practically kids. And most of the guys hangin’ around those gigs are slimy fucks. Dirtbags. Worse than that, even.”

Your upset is plain on your face, and all Osamu wants is to touch you. To fix the pain he’s caused. But his anger won’t allow it. His ego. He’s too proud and too deep in his own delusions to admit to the real reason why seeing you and Semi Eita cozied up near the bar while his band was playing on stage last weekend made him feel something close to feral—the thrum of vicious adrenaline in his veins had nothing to do with the performance he was in the middle of.

“You’re a liar.”

Osamu freezes. You’ve said the words so quietly and yet they still somehow shake him to his core.

He wants to say something, ask you what you mean, but the sight of tears pooling in the corner of your narrowed eyes stops him. Immobilizes him. Disarms him completely.

The drumstick in his fist slips to the floor, clattering at his feet.

“Hey-“ Osamu panics, taking a step towards you with his hand outstretched. You flinch away from his touch, and the movement pierces his chest.

You laugh, watery and mirthless, and fix Osamu in the coldest glare he thinks you’ve ever turned on him.

He knows he fucked up.

God, he fucked up.

Really bad this time.

You stoop down and grab your bag off the floor brusquely, yanking it up over your shoulder again. You whisk past him towards the door, tilting your body away from his so you don’t have to brush him as you pass, but he still feels your warmth fleetingly.

Osamu smells your perfume as you go. The same one you’ve been wearing since he met you in high school. The same one that clings to his jackets after you borrow them because no matter how many times he tells you, you never bring your own. The same one he’ll turn his head towards when he catches a whiff of it in public, but it never seems to smell quite as good on anyone else as it does on you.

His chest aches.

You stop at the door, your back to him—shoulders rigid like you have your hackles raised.

Your voice is flat when you speak, but you don’t turn to face him.

“Just because Semi wasn’t too fucking afraid to make a move doesn’t mean you get to take it out on him. Or me.”

Your words ring in Osamu’s ears like a crash cymbal, his heart plummeting in his chest.

The door slams behind you on your way out.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: my baby boy Eddie! here’s my headcanons on what it’s like to date him, aka. a bullet point list of what I wish my life was lmao! I hope you guys like it <3

p.s. this is quite long bc I got really into it, I’m just so unbelievably in love with this boy it’s kinda dumb tbh! like fr I could probably still add loads more onto this, perhaps if I have enough ideas I might just make a part two… (but no promises) regardless, I assure you there’s still plenty more Eddie content to come

next is Billy, and then last but not least in my series of headcanons will be Jonathan <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

so I’m just imagining that you and Eddie kind of grow up together and were childhood besties

and you kinda grew apart in high school when he suddenly started acting differently and pulling away from you

little did you know it’s bc he started to develop a huge ass crush on you and just didn't know how to deal with it, he also never in a million years thought you would ever consider dating him

eventually you confront him about why he’s been so distant with you and acting all weird with you bc you think you’ve done something wrong and it’s upsetting you to see your best friend slowly slip away

and it’s in the heat of this argument that he accidentally ends up admitting that he likes you, like a lot

finally getting together with Eddie is fucking amazing bc almost nothing changes from how your friendship was before, now you just get to kiss and more as well, you are quite literally dating your best friend

dating Eddie means going to his gigs often to support him

not to mention making out backstage

also him asking you to put eyeliner on him before he goes on stage

he’ll serenade you often with metal covers of your favourite songs

and he also always dedicates his live performances to you

I feel like Eddie is quite touchy-feely with his partner, like he’ll always be holding onto you in one way or another, slapping your ass in public, he doesn’t care, he just loves it and he loves you, he’s into pda and letting everyone see how whipped he is for you

he also loves when you're touching him in some way, like if you drape your legs over his on the couch or you just sit and play with his hands / rings absent-mindedly

he also loves it when you play with his hair and braid it, giving him lil head scratches, he’s honestly like a little kitten purring in your lap

he makes you your vey own Hellfire shirt, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his one anyway bc it smells like him

wearing his clothes frequently, mostly his shirts and his jackets, but also sometimes you ’borrow’ some of his jewellery, like some of his chain necklaces and bracelets

one of your favourite dates together is frequently going to the arcade together

frequent movie nights / marathons, also going to the cinema to watch horror films and he is just as big of a wimp as you and you’re both clutching onto each other for dear life

also plenty of study dates bc you need to help that boy pass his final year lmao

but usually your study dates end with him, well, getting very touchy-feely with you...

letting him teach you all about dnd and loving how enthusiastic he gets about it and how his eyes light up and he just comes alive

like this boy might not be the most academically smart, but his creativity? the stories he can build for his campaigns? his imagination is just incredible

he also likes to mould a character in all his campaigns after you

him always making ’nerdy’ references and jokes about dnd or other fantasy films / books

like the memory this boy has is also something incredible, he can explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy to you in excruciating detail without even thinking about it

this means he also has a great memory about you, the things you like and dislike, so he’s always bringing or showing you things that are relevant to your interests / things he thinks you’d like

again, he’s not the most academically or book smart but he’s really practical and amazing with his hands, like he’s really good at fixing and building things, and he’s often fiddling, fixing, and adjusting things on his van and around the trailer

I also see Eddie as a comic nerd too so every Saturday the two of you would go to the local comic book shop and pick up the latest issues and then the two of you would chill in his trailer or in his van in the afternoon just reading the latest stories and discussing them with each other

he’ll give you his favourite ring on a chain for you to wear around your neck

Eddie loves to take pictures of you, he has a whole collection of pictures of you and of the two of you together, and he keeps his absolute favourite one of you in his wallet so he can look at it whenever he wants

he also frequently makes you mixtapes of songs that he thinks you’ll like or songs that remind him of you

small matching tattoo perhaps? like a tiny lil crumbling and broken coffin in honour of his band Corroded Coffin

speaking of tattoos, Eddie would take you with every time he went to get a new one, and he always asks for your opinion on the design of whatever it is before he gets it done

Eddie also sometimes gets a bit self-conscious and feels like he’s not good enough for you, like you’re just too smart or too good for him, so every now and again you have to reassure him that you literally couldn’t care less what anyone else, you just love him wholeheartedly and that’s all that matters

he is super good at reading you and can spot immediately if something is bothering you, and he’s really good at helping calm you down and easing your anxiety as well, he can literally find a way to make you laugh, or at least smile, no matter how shitty you feel

the two of you don’t argue often but when you Eddie’s not the greatest at dealing with it, he usually just tries to remove himself from the situation and distance himself

but it never takes too long for him to come back and for the two of you to makeup bc he can’t stand being apart from you for too long, let alone whilst you’re mad at him too

Eddie, imo, is overall by far the bestest boyfriend you could ask for, like he’s just so loving and so much fun and is so unbelievably head over heels for you he almost doesn’t know how to cope

pet-names: (for you) babe, baby, babygirl, babydoll, doll, princess, (if you do go by feminine labels), sweetheart, my love

pet-names: (for him) babe, baby, Ed / Eds, weirdo (affectionate), dungeon master, love / my love

NSFW

okay so I’ve seen loads of people headcanon Eddie as being a virgin but idk I have to respectfully disagree, imo there’s just something about him that screams to me that he gets a fair amount of pussy

but it’s all just meaningless hookups and one night stands with random people at his gigs every now and then

so he’s not exactly inexperienced but the first time with you all knowledge and experience goes out the window and the boy is flustered

he is stressed bc suddenly now feelings are involved, and it’s you, and he wants to do the absolute best for you

so yeah your first time with Eddie is a lil bumpy and awkward bc he’s overthinking it

it takes a bit of convincing for him to get out of his head and to just go for it but eventually he does and that’s when you discover he’s actually fucking incredible in bed

bc he’ll most definitely put in the work to learn what specifically you like and how to have you (s)creaming

and we all know this boy is a fucking master with his hands and his fingers

Eddie is the biggest switch to ever switch, like he’s just an all-rounder and we love him for that

he can go from fucking you so hard and fast you’re practically split in half, to then being so soft and tender whilst making love to you you swear your heart is gonna burst from the intimacy and passion

then of course also the switch from dom to sub, bc my guy Eddie can do it all

sometimes he has you completely under his control, with a patience that’s almost excruciating when he’s commanding and controlling when you’re allowed to cum

like this boy has hella patience from playing and planning long dnd campaigns, he’s most definitely got the patience to tease you and watch you squirm as he keeps you just on the precipice of pleasure without actually letting you climax, or alternatively keeping you tied up and making you cum so many times your body just can’t take it

that’s when he likes to incorporate those handcuffs into sex as well, keeping you completely under his control (come on now, we all saw them in his trailer lmao)

he occasionally lets you use the handcuffs on him and he’s almost embarrassed by how much he likes it himself

Eddie is also really into cockwarming, he loves to be deep inside you as you sit on his lap whilst he carries on writing a dnd campaign or something, sometimes just bouncing his leg or readjusting every now and again just to tease you even more

but when he’s in sub mode he’s almost the complete opposite, looking at you with those big brown eyes and practically begging you to let him cum

he gets absolutely weak in the knees when you blow him, like the noises he makes? straight out of a porno honestly

I definitely think one of Eddie’s favourite positions is to have you riding him, wearing nothing but his Hellfire shirt of course, he likes to just lean back and watch you fuck yourself on him

in that respect he also loves having you get off on his thigh as well

Eddie definitely has some voyeuristic tendencies; he fucking loves to watch you get yourself off

he also has a collection of filthy Polaroids stored under his bed of you and of you and him together, ya know, for those nights you can’t come over (see also my fic based on this here)

Eddie can also be goofy in bed sometimes, like he’s still quipping jokes whilst he’s balls or knuckle deep inside you

but the goofiness honestly just helps make you feel even more safe and secure with him

Eddie loves to experiment with new positions with you, and sometimes this is where the laughs and goofy giggles come from, when a new position just doesn’t work and the two of you just collapse laughing together

most of his favourite positions are the ones where he can have your whole body almost completely flush against his, so like missionary, fucking you from behind and leaning over your entire body, lying sideways and fucking you, holding you tight against him

but also let’s be real he loves a bit of doggy style on occasion too

i could also potentially see Eddie letting you peg him if it’s something you really wanted to try, and I feel like he’d actually end up liking it

he’s obsessed with your body, like he genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful and sexy creature to ever grace this earth, no matter what you look like

he loves all of your body but his particular favourite parts are your ass, thighs, and your belly

like he just loves to kiss them and grab at them all the time, and he loves to grace those areas of your skin with plenty of hickies

Eddie is also very into choking you, he likes to the view of seeing his big hand wrapped around your throat, not to mention the look in your eyes when he does it, and of course he fucking loves seeing the red print that is left around your throat afterwards

having sex whilst you’re both high

so ngl I can also see Eddie being into dogging, like driving somewhere remote and parking and then fucking you in the back of his van

but yours and his favourite spot is at Lover’s Lake, parking there late at night, opening the backdoors of the van, being able to watch the stars and the water, listen to the sounds of the soft waves and the surrounding woods, whilst he slowly and tenderly fucks you in the van again - (see also my fic of this here)

aftercare king™️

he’ll wipe you down with a warm cloth, get you a shirt of his to wear, make you some food and / or get you a drink; he basically won’t sit back down until he’s content that you’ve been taken care of

Eddie is best to snuggle, he’ll just wrap his entire body around you, limbs completely entangled, and he just won’t let you go, even if you’re not exactly comfy lmao

he is quick to fall asleep after sex though so once he’s dozed off you usually carefully unwrap yourself from him and get comfy sleeping with just one of his arms comfortably draped over you

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 5 months

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Little Miss Perfect // JJ Maybank

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you’re practically kook royalty, so when you start dating jj you’re worried about what people will say. but by trying to protect your image, you ruin the best thing that ever happened to you.

warnings: angst, language, arguing, crying, hurt w/ a little bit of comfort at the end, reader is kinda a bitch in the beginning

word count: 2.2k

a/n: fem!reader, also i have no clue why tumblr labeled this mature??? like bruh its literally just an angst fic

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You were sitting on your bed with a book in your hands, currently invested in the plot of the latest novel you were reading. Page after page, you felt yourself get pulled in deeper, almost in a trance as you took in the story. You turned the page once more, suspense building within you, when a knocking at your window thrusted you back into reality.

Sighing in annoyance, you placed your bookmark back in between the pages and set your book down, turning to see who had interrupted you. Annoyance turned into anger when you saw your boyfriend, JJ, crouched outside your window with a cheeky grin on his face. You stood up and rushed over to the window, throwing the window open.

“What are you doing here?!” you asked, frustrated by his sudden appearance.

Seemingly oblivious to your displeasure, JJ crawled through the window, gently pushing you aside in the process. You scoffed as he closed the window behind him and walked over to your bed, laying back on it.

“What? Suddenly I need a reason to see my girlfriend? Just missed you is all, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You groaned, walking over to your bed and standing in front of JJ, grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position.

“JJ, you know you can’t be here!”

He shrugged. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re a secret anymore. Thought we wouldn’t have to sneak around still.”

You crossed your arms, huffing in annoyance. “Well, it was supposed to stay a secret. But someone messed that up.”

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your harsh tone finally registering in his mind. He had thought you were just messing around and pretending to be annoyed by his sudden appearance, but the more he looked at you, the more actually upset that you seemed.

“Wait, babe, are you actually upset about that? I thought that you’d be happy about all this. People know, we can be together now.” He stood up and walked over you, gently uncrossing your arms and taking your hands in his. “Isn’t that what you want? To be with me?”

You frowned, pulling your hands away from him, noticing how his face fell as you did so. “Of course I want to be with you Jayj. But I wanted this, us, to stay a secret. That’s why we kept it hidden in the first place. So people wouldn’t know.

JJ shook his head in disbelief, the true meaning of your words sinking in and cutting him down to the bone. “You don’t want people to know about us? This whole secret thing was never about sparing your douchey ex’s feelings! You didn’t want people to know you were with me! I’m right, aren’t I? You’re ashamed to be seen with me.”

You shook your head, trying to deny his suspicions. “No. JJ, of course not. I just- wasn’t ready for this to be public yet.”

You tried your best to sound convincing, but you knew you were a shit liar. And judging by the look on JJ’s face, he knew it too. He stepped back, the hurt on his face slowly turning into anger. You were ashamed to be seen with him, to be with him, and he knew it.

JJ scoffed, his piercing blue eyes practically glaring at you. “No, no I get it. You’re embarrassed about being me. That’s why you’re trying so hard to hide it. What is it, huh? Is it cause I don’t have the fancy ass mansion or the shiny new cars? Everything surrounding you is just so perfect. Wouldn’t wanna risk tarnishing that.”

Hearing his words, having everything you’ve been feeling repeated back to you, you were finally understanding how stupid it all was. You loved him. God, you loved him so much that being without him was painful. You couldn’t breathe when you weren’t with him. So what if you’re a Kook and he’s a Pouge? That shouldn’t matter. That doesn’t matter. Not anymore. Being so worried about appearances and reputations had made you blind to what was right in front of you. Your whole life you’d wonder when you’d fall in love, have a real and true connection with someone. And now you did. But you ruined it. You could only hope it wasn’t too late to fix that.

“JJ,” you said softly as you stepped towards him, your eyes watering with unshed tears.

He shook his head, walking back over to your window and pulling it open.

“Don’t. You’ve made it quite clear how you think about me. I wouldn’t wanna ruin your reputation, little miss perfect.” The harsh edge to his voice made your heart break. You had never seen him act so cold and uncaring towards you. It was painful.

“JJ, I’m sorry! Please, just let me-,” you started, rushing forward and grabbing his hand, trying to get him to stay.

“Save it,” JJ said, cutting you off. He yanked his hand away and crawled out your window. “Have a nice life,” he said, not even bothering to turn around and look at you.

You watched as he walked away, your heart breaking even more as the distance between the two of you grew. Eventually, you pulled the window shut, your reflection in the glass startling you. You were a mess, eyes red and puffy, your face dripping with a mix of tears and snot. So much for being “little miss perfect.”

“I love you,” you whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear you but needing it to be said anyways.

Trudging back over to your bed, you fell down on top of the mattress, clutching a pillow to your chest as you sobbed your heart out. You’ve experienced heartbreak before, but nothing like this. Never with someone that you truly loved. You’ve been in relationships before, but it was just attraction. Never love. Things were different with JJ. And now that you ruined it, you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to find that feeling again.

The days passed, and you could barely bring yourself to get out of bed. JJ was the only thing on your mind, your thoughts spiraling with anguish and regret. You replayed the last conversation you had with him in your mind, over and over again, trying to get a different outcome. But it never worked. Somehow, you drove him away everytime, the pain in your heart worsening each time you saw that look of utter heartbreak on his face.

You wanted to change things. Go back in time and stop yourself from being such an uptight prude. You loved him, more than you’d ever loved someone before, and you threw it all away because of something as stupid as social classes. You were so caught up in what other people thought about your relationship, you completely ignored your own feelings about it. Being with JJ was the happiest that you had ever been, and you destroyed it.

You had decided to go outside today for the first time since everything good in your life fell apart. Hopefully walking on the beach would clear your mind and help to alleviate some of the immense pain you were consumed by. It had almost started to work too, until you heard a group of people talking, and an all too familiar laugh caught your attention.

JJ.

You walked a bit faster, your heart skipping at the sight of JJ when you finally reached him. Against your better judgment, you started to walk over to them, the lively conversation dying down as you approached. JJ must’ve told the Pouges what had happened. All eyes were on you as you stopped in front of them, well all eyes except for JJ’s. Your stomach turning at the sudden build up of nerves.

“Hi,” you said, your voice soft, almost a whisper.

“Hi!” Sarah responded cheerfully, not entirely aware of what exactly had gone down between you and JJ.

You smiled gratefully at her. She went to say something else before John B. nudged her and shook his head. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but didn’t want to question it, instead turning to you and smiling apologetically.

“What are you doing here?” Kie asked you, a venom in her voice. It was startling to hear her speak that way, she had always been so nice to you before.

“JJ, can I talk to you?” you asked, ignoring Kie’s question as you didn’t want to deal with how aggressive she was currently being towards you.

“Why? Aren’t you worried that someone’ll see? I’d hate to ruin your perfect little reputation,” JJ said, not even bothering to look at you.

“JJ please,” you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, willing yourself not to cry.

He looked up at you despite himself when he heard how broken you sounded. And now that he was finally looking at you, he could see just how much of a mess you were. Dark circles under your eyes and a permanent frown etched onto your face. He had never seen you so miserable, and even though you had taken his heart and pretty much stomped on it, all he wanted to do was make your pain go away.

He sighed, standing up and walking over to you. “Alright, fine. We’ll talk.”

The Pogue’s all looked at each other awkwardly before Pope finally spoke up. “Did you guys see that pregnant bird over there?” He stood up, followed by Kie, John B, and Sarah as they walked away while talking about his extremely horrible excuse.

Soon, you and JJ were alone. The two of you walked over to the ocean, sitting down in the sand in front of the water in silence. You had gone over this moment in your head close to a hundred times, but now that it was hear you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaking as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. Not here, not now. But it was getting harder and harder to keep your tears inside.

JJ didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He was waiting for you to say something else, anything else. Just looking at you was hard for him, because he knew that if he did for too long her would take you back, forgiving you for everything just to see your breathtaking smile again.

“I fucked up. I was wrong, and I know that now. But I- I should’ve known it all along. It wasn’t right for me to treat you like that. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me. And I- I’m not asking you to take me back or anything because I don’t deserve to be with you anymore, but I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you still hated me.”

You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face. You gave up on holding it all inside, it hurt too much to hide it.

JJ sighed, looking over at you for the first time since you both sat down. “Why did you do it? Why were you so ashamed of me?”

You felt your heart break at the pain in his voice. You just wanted to fix it, go back and stop yourself from being such a pretentious idiot. From ruining the best thing you ever had.

“I wasn’t ashamed of you, not really. I guess I was just scared of what people would say if they knew that I was with you. Cause well- I mean you saw how everyone was towards Sarah when she first started dating John B. I just didn’t want the same thing to happen to me with you. Which is so stupid, because why should I care about what anyone else thinks? I- I love you, and I don’t care who knows it,” you said, finally letting your real feelings show.

JJ’s eyes widened when you said you loved him. That was the first time you ever said that to him. You had always been too scared to say it before, even though JJ had told you that he loved you countless times. He smiled softly to himself, feeling everything he felt for you come rushing back to him like they had never left. Like nothing had ever happened between you.

“Yeah, that uh- that was pretty stupid.”

You looked over at him and saw the smile on his face, causing you to smile at him in return. Maybe this wasn’t going to go as bad as you thought it would.

“I know I was wrong, and I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I can’t imagine my life without you, JJ. I love you. God, I love you so much that it hurts when I’m not with you. If you do ever decide to take me back, I’ll be different. I’ll be better. I’ll tell everyone that I’m with you because I would be proud to be your girlfriend. You’re everything to me, and I don’t care who knows this.”

“Fuck. You’re making it really hard to stay mad at you.”

You let out a huff of laughter, smiling over at JJ with tears in your eyes.

“Was that a yes…?” you asked, nervous that you had misread the situation.

JJ smiled at you and nodded. “Yes, that was a yes.”

You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, not ever wanting to let him go again. JJ wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Oh, by the way, I love you too.”

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fourmula1 · 7 months

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for your days that you need a prompt consideration: figuring it out maxiel where one of them comes out to someone? (their parents/sisters/friends?) 🤔

Flufftober Day 15: coming out

max/daniel. 695 words. from the 'figuring it out' late-in-life-getting-together maxiel verse.

Daniel doesn’t mean for it to happen this way.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen in any way.

He and Max had never talked about coming out or telling anyone about what was going on between them. Daniel didn’t really think there was anything to ‘come out’ about, which was tricky. He was with Max but he didn’t really think about any other men. He didn’t really think at all about what this all meant about himself. Was he bisexual now because he loved Max?

He’d always had an idea that bisexual people could easily hop around between men and women, so was that what he was now? Daniel had tried to consider the idea of pursuing another man who wasn’t Max. Or kissing a different man. The idea wasn’t bad or revolting or anything, but it wasn’t pleasing, either. He didn’t think he was suddenly Into Men now that he was into Max. But maybe he was. He didn’t know.

It was all very confusing, having a sexuality crisis at 34 years old. But it wasn’t a crisis, really. He liked Max. Loved Max, even. And it was weird at the start; and is still kinda weird now, if he’s honest. They’ve figured most things out but they’ve both felt a bit awkward about how to be with each other in a natural way. Dating women was easy. Both of them knew how that went; knew the role of a man in a relationship with a woman. But Max isn’t a woman and after a lifetime of conditioning as a boyfriend to a woman Daniel’s having to figure out how to be a boyfriend to a man.

It's different.

But he’s happy.

And Mum has noticed.

And he didn’t ever mean for this to happen but she’d been pestering him about why he’s so smiley and who he’s texting and there must be someone new because she’s seen Daniel in a new relationship before and she knows how he gets only this time it seems much more serious and much happier and like he’s all filled up with sunshine and –

“It’s Max,” spills out of Daniel over the breakfast table. Dad’s still asleep but he and Mum have been up for awhile, having coffee while she makes eggs for him at the stove.

Daniel thought this moment would be terrifying. He thought he’d be scared to say it, thought he’d worry about what anyone thought of him, thought it could go all kinds of wrong.

Turns out, it’s a wonderful, warm, happy feeling to share, and Daniel didn’t expect that in the least.

Daniel finds that he actually doesn’t care at all what anyone thinks, now that it’s out there, because Max is making him happier and smilier and filled up with warmth and love. That’s all that matters and Daniel finds that he’s realizing he doesn’t care if someone doesn’t approve. For all he loves his parents, their reaction is for them to deal with because Daniel is happy and that’s all he cares about.

Still, he sneaks a glance over at Mum at the stove. She’s stopped poking at the eggs in the pan with a spatula and is staring out the window across the backyard. He can only see her profile and can’t read her expression, but she nods gently to herself after a moment.

“You know, I should have known,” she says, and Daniel grins, resting his chin in his hand to watch her snap back into action and start plating up the eggs. “Maybe I did know, somewhere deep down,” she continues as she comes over to the table with Daniel’s breakfast. Daniel watches her sit across from him and take a sip of her coffee before she meets his eyes.

It’s her soft Mum-smile she gets when she’s proud of him.

Daniel stabs a bit of scrambled egg with his fork and pops it in his mouth as he reaches across the table to squeeze her hand.

“He’s the best, Mum,” he offers, watching her smile for real this time. The same smile as his own. Big, happy, bright and warm.

“He is,” Mum nods, squeezing back.

#maxiel #flufftober 2023 #my ficlet #figuring it out maxiel

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sil3ntfr34k · 9 days

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I cannot sleep and having postal brain rot 🫶

Postal 1 Dude Boyfriend Headcanons

• Homie has been living alone with his borderline psychopathic thoughts since he was about 19, absolutely 0 social skills. But he kinda likes it like that, although it’s not good for him, but when has anyone ever liked what’s good for them???

• It was a miracle that you ever saw him to begin with. This man hasn’t left his run down home in 3 weeks and you just so happened to catch him at the grocery store buying ‘supplies’ as he calls it. You had helped him find a certain canned item (he doesn’t eat a lot so he needs something that will last for a while) and also helped him at the check out.

• Romantic love is a very foreign concept to him. As someone who doesn’t feel a lot of emotions other than fear and confusion, anything that makes him happy is something he so desperately wants to keep around. So meeting you was like a breath of relief

• It’s very hard for him to understand what he’s feeling, the constant mood swings don’t help either. One minute he’s spiraling downward, but when he thinks of you, he’s suddenly overwhelmed with this warm comforting feeling. For a while he’s convinced you must’ve put a spell on him, before you finally visit his house

• Champ, his baby boy, immediately takes a liking to you, his strong tail hitting against and knocking things over around him as he approaches you to give you sloppy kisses. Since Champ is sort of like a emotional support dog, Dude trust his judgement which ultimately leads him to be more comfortable around you

• It takes a longgggg time before Dude even thinks about getting into a relationship with you. He’s never felt this way about someone and it terrifies him. Being anti social and all makes him very skittish, so you’ll have to ease him into such a intimate relationship

• As the relationship progresses, you really start to see why no one ever talks to him. He’s weird. Like, he has a concerningly large dead animal collect, even feeding them to Champ if his food gets too low and Dude is too paranoid to leave the house. Dude also has a large weapons collection with some military grade stuff. Not to mention his expansive knowledge of the human body after death and the various ways to skin various animals (and humans, but he hasn’t told you that yet)

• Since this whole relationship thing is new to Dude, he has no idea what to do or how to do it. He never plans dates, doesn’t give you any big gifts, and hardly ever says “I love you”. Although he does love to have you around and hold you when he’s comfortable enough with it.

• The amount of illness this guy has baffles you. It’s like he’s nothing but a sick mind and weak mindset. Good luck trying to give him any sort of medication, he will run away and lock himself in the bathroom with Champ. Fully believes that any sort of pill will make ‘corrupt’ him, especially if it’s from a pharmacy.

• Having to deal with this guy during any sort of episode is EXHAUSTING. Yes you love him, but everyone has their limits. His schizophrenic episodes are the worst of them. They usually force him into a paranoid and clouded state, his mood becoming fragile and his actions more aggressive. Usually during these episodes he believes that there are people out to hurt him, to kill him, so he has to kill them first. It’s a doozy and a half trying to stabilize Dude, desperately trying to tell him he’s safe in a his home and getting Champ to sit with him.

• It’s very hard to get Dude outside of his house. His paranoia always gets the best of him and drives him right back inside the familiarity of his run down walls. Wanna go for a walk around the city to bond with him more? Good luck with that. Wanna go grocery shopping with him because he’s been living off the same can of peas for 3 days now? He’d rather starve. Wanna go shopping for his wardrobe? He has enough clothes. Although you could probably lure him out with the promise of bone hunting with him in the local forest area.

• There aren’t many dates with Dude. The entire relationship is mainly just you two relaxing on his couch watching tv. Of course y’all still do ‘fun’ things like playing board games and helping him clean up around his house, but it’s mostly just sitting in peace with him. It may not seem like a lot to you, but to him it’s the most calm and relaxed he’s been in years

• Dude doesn’t give many gifts, but he likes to give you little wooden figures he’s made. Living alone for years and having nothing but free time really gives you the ability to learn a new skill. He took up widdling and wood carving as a hobby to make hard chew toys for Champ since those rubber bones never lasted and the real bones were too expensive. Dude will give you little shiny rocks he found around the house too. He’s kinda like a crow, shiny attractive

• Trying to cuddle or hug Dude is a task. Due to his childhood, he thinks anytime someone is going to touch him it’s gonna hurt. You’re gonna have to ask him, and then slowly reach out for him. Any sudden movements will make him nervous

• Despite all these bad traits, he’s rather clingy and possessive of you. Sure he doesn’t want you to touch him a lot, but he still wants you around. Just having you in his house is like having his own personal angel. Anytime you want to leave he gets incredibly sad and starts to make up excuses of why you can’t leave. “The evil ones, they’ll hurt you if you step foot out there! Stay here with me, where it’s safe.“

ok that’s all I can think of I sleep now

#postal #p1 dude #running with scissors #postal x reader #postal 1 x reader #x reader #postal x male reader #postal Headcanons #headcanon

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The Honor Of A Slytherin - Platonic Hermione Granger x fem reader

summary: Hermione is surprised to say the least when a Slytherin suddenly stands up for her

warnings: bullying

word count: 848

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I was on my way to class when I heard the rustle. Another fight between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Honestly I did not get it. Why did people have to be so narrow-minded?

As Slytherins prefect it felt like my duty to intervene. So I made my way over to the students fighting. Or rather Draco Malfoy bullying a Gryffindor girl.

I did not really know what this was about, but I did know Draco Malfoy. It was hard not to know him actually as he was behaving like a prince.

“What's going on here?”, I inquired when I arrived.

The girl looked up at me with spite in her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at that.

“That little mudblood just got on our nerves”, Draco declared.

I sighed at his choice of wording. “You really shouldn't talk like that”, I scolded him.

“Who do you think you are?”, he challenged me with a glare, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

How could a twelve-year-old be so cocky?

I smirked down at him, being easily a head taller than him. “Who do you think you are, talking to anyone like that? Do you seriously think you're better than her just because your family consists of wizards and witches? Could you beat her in a fair fight then? Or in an exam?”, I questioned.

I had no idea who that girl was, but the huge book she was carrying with her told me that she was hard-working.

The death glare he was sending me was kinda cute actually. I had put up with a lot of bullies before. My best friends were muggleborn and had therefore received many snarky remarks and even more. But this was just hilarious.

“Just go and leave her alone, Draco”, I advised him.

“You dare talk to me like that? Do you know who my father is?”, he threatened me.

“Of course I know”, I noted with a scoff. “He's a weak man who can only handle himself through connections, just like you.”

I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears at my comments.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the Gryffindor girl chuckling.

“If you don't mind I would like to head to class now. So do all of us a favor and just cut this childish behavior”, I requested.

Now he was furious, relying on his friends to stand a chance against me. But he had no idea who I was.

Their pathetic attempt at a spell was quickly deflected by me. Their wands were in my hand before they could even think of another spell.

“Hey! Give them back!”, Draco protested.

“I'll let Professor McGonagall deal with this. So if you don't want to get into any more trouble than you already are, you should leave now and go to class”, I considered.

They cursed as they walked away, but I could not care less. They were like little puppies making a scene, thinking they were a grown-up shepherd dog.

“Thanks for helping me out”, the Gryffindor girl proposed.

“No big deal”, I brushed it off. “I'm (f/n) by the way. If they make any more trouble you can always come to me. I'm the Slytherin prefect anyway.”

“I'm Hermione. Honestly I didn't know there were kind Slytherins as well”, she admitted.

“You shouldn't judge too quickly”, I remarked. “Our reputation is way ahead of most of us.”

“Yeah, I see that now. Are you a muggleborn as well?”, she wondered.

“No. Actually I'm a pureblood, but I don't really care about this whole blood status nonsense. It doesn't mean anything”, I pointed out.

“Doesn't feel like it sometimes”, Hermione mumbled.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Don't let them drag you down! I'm sure you'll become a great witch. It doesn't matter what they think. As long as you have people who love you the way you are, that's all you need. You're a Gryffindor, right? Hold your head up high.”

She was beaming at my words as if I had just ignited a new fire inside her.

“I will”, she promised. “Thanks again.”

With those words she walked away to class.

I was going to be late. Great …

I hurried through the corridors until I arrived and opened the door.

“You're late, Miss (l/n)”, Professor McGonagall noted.

“I'm sorry, Professor. There was a fight between the second years and I couldn't just walk by. Draco Malfoy and his friends attacked me by the way. So I took their wands with me”, I explained and handed her their wands.

My professor smiled proudly at me. I was one of her best students. So she knew I was not just messing around.

“Alright then. Take your seat and try this new spell then. You can tell me more about this incident after class”, she suggested.

In the end I got the house points back we lost thanks to Malfoy.

#harry potter #hermione granger x fem reader #draco malfoy #fem reader #drama #bullying #slytherin #gryffindor

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bigdealsgoddog · 1 year

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Lookism guys trying to impress their s/o

Notes: gender neutral reader! This is just my hcs about how some of the lookism guys would try to impress their s/o(Jake kim, Samuel seo, vasco, Daniel)

Jake kim (kim gi myung)

Probably the least likely to feel the need to impress his s/o

Like he’ll absolutely do it if he knows it’ll get a certain reaction out of you but he’s pretty confident in himself

Maybe there’s a special hole in the wall place that he found or maybe he’ll take you to one of the places on big deal to be like “yeah I know this area really well, the people love me here and it’s amazing food”

He’d probably try to hide that he’s the leader of big deal for a while unless that’s how you end up meeting him/finding out about him

He’s more likely to try to impress you with things he found rather than material items and spending money. As is big deal doesn’t have a lot of money but he’s also not the type to just throw money around like that. Plus doing that attracts all the wrong people in his eyes.

Samuel seo (seo seongeun)

This man and his inferiority complex? You know DAMN WELL he’s gonna be dropping so much money on you to impress you

Fancy dinner dates, expensive liqour, his fancy car all the way back to his fancy apartment

See I feel like he wouldn’t like a gold digger as much as he wants to impress you with money I think he’s more likely to fall for someone who doesn’t give a shit about his social standing. Or who he even is for that matter

It’s the inferiority complex kicking in, he feels like he needs to get what’s not his, someone that doesn’t want him until he proves that he is the best option for them

So he’s gonna be a little disappointed when his attempt at impressing you doesn’t actually work out

He’d end up trying to impress you by finding out about a certain food/item that’s been discontinued and absolutely hunting that thing down and getting it for you. You’d be more impressed that he remembered that random niche thing about you but it’s honestly a little touching how hard he worked to find it for you

Please praise him that’s all he really wants

Vasco (Euntae lee)

He’d have all of burn knuckles memorize a performance or something like that, panicking because “he really needs to do this for s/o, everything is on the line”

It was like your fifth date and he heard something from vin jin that if you’re not spoiling your partner and showing them every moment why you were the best option then they might as well leave and poor guy took it to heart so now all of burn knuckles is getting ready to surprise you for what you thought was going to be a coffee date with vasco

Honestly suddenly being surrounded by all of burn knuckles while you were taking a walk in the park as they tried to do what looked to be interpretive dance? You honestly weren’t sure it was a little overwhelming

Actually a lot overwhelming

Jace thankfully was able to save the day rushing in and escorting the burn knuckles while vasco panics asking you what’s wrong and if there was something wrong with the surprise

You calmed him down and let him well the thought was nice but you didn’t really know why he went through all that trouble? He ended up explaining it all and you kinda just gave him that ‘Aw you poor thing’ look

“It’s ok vasco you don’t need to impress me just to keep me around” “i don’t?” It’s like a weight lifted off his shoulders

You also didn’t want to admit that when he works out seeing his muscles impresses you enough

Daniel park(hyeong seok)

I think he’s also one of the types to not want to try to impress his s/o?

Not to say that he’s super confident or anything but he knows how differently he was treated on surface level appearance alone so I think he would’ve probably fallen for an s/o who wouldn’t be all about impressions alone?

Like somebody he doesn’t feel like he needs to impress or act a certain way with but he’ll still try, he ends up asking Jay and joy what to get you, things he could do to impress you

He’s pleasantly surprised when you’re more impressed how he remembers your drink order at the nearby cafe and when he brings you your favorite pastry from the patisserie down the street

He ends up getting you some new clothes on occasion, like if he notices a specific hoodie or shirt you’d wear a lot he’ll try to get you clothes in similar brands/styles. And so long as you like it he’d get you a size up too because he noticed how much you like how big his clothes are on you

#lookism #lookism hc #lookism fluff hc #x reader hcs #Daniel park #Jake kim #Samuel seo #vasco #lookism Daniel #lookism Jake kim #lookism Samuel seo #lookism vasco

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