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vcill · 5 months

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💜《Good Boy》💜

The elder brothers not being demons for some pussy.

(300 followers special + srry for disappearing 🥲)

|Lucifer

The prideful eldest brother was on his knees looking at you and only you. Cum staining his pants, eyes gloosy, mouth quivering. All he's ever done was take care of you and his brothers, he deserves more respect then this.

Let him take pride in what he does best by giving you the other most pleasure. He loves the praise you give him when you tell him a good job from working so hard. Good job for getting all his paperwork done. Good job, not cumming until you said so. He wants more. He wants to work for more from you. Let him eat you out, sit on his face, and ride him until dawn. Let him be a good boy for you and make you cum.

Oh, when you shove his face into your pussy letting him eat like a madman. His face covered in slick, hair sticking to his forehead with glossy eyes just staring at you in admiration. Telling him he won't come again until you're completely satisfied. He's going to work hard, putting more effort than any assignment diavolo had given him to make that make that pussy squirt.

And when he does, of course, he feels so proud of himself. Since he seems so confident, he can wait even longer, how about him telling you about his day while sucking his cock. If he dares to stutter or even stop, that's an extra five minutes of waiting. Suddenly, you seem to be the prideful one between you two, but he sure isn't complaining.

|Mammon

Greedy, always such a greedy boy. Just wanting more and more from you without working for it. But that's not gonna stand by you, oh no, he wanna cum? He better work for it.

Have him on his knees slurping and sucking that wet pussy all teary eyed begging you to cum on his face. Maybe after the third time you cum he can too. He LOVES it when you headlock him where he can't do anything BUT eat. Trying to use his hands to get himself off? Just squeeze those thighs harder against his face. Can't tell if he can breathe? Don't worry about it. He definitely isn't.

Tears of joy are forming when it's FINALLY his turn to cum. Him telling you he won't misbehave again. He won't steal or lie or none of that if he can cum on your face. He promised. Even when you tell him he will be greatly punished if he lies, he'll keep saying he'll keep the promise. The promise you both know he won't keep. But sure, you'll let him cum and watch him beg and whine later. He brought this on himself after all.

Anytime he wants to act all high and mighty after this, all you have to do is remind him of how good he looks begging on his knees, and he'll immediately be at your mercy. The poor baby doesn't receive praise often, and when he does, he just turns into mush. Just let him be greedy and keep earning your praise.

|Leviathan

He's surprised you even wanted to be around him, let alone touch him. When you grab his hand or kiss his cheek, he doesn't know what to do but asks, 'Are you sure that wasn't an accident, mc?'. It breaks your heart whenever he does this, so you always have to remind him how much he means to you.

Just slowly stroking his cock while kissing the tip of the other making him tell you every good thing about himself, kissing his cheek and telling him he's so good for you.

Soon, you're teasing him so much he can only babble and whine. Repeating 'I love you' over and over again. And when he finally cums letting his cocks squirt all over your face and tits he could've sworn he got sent to heaven. How good it makes him feel knowing that he's the only one that's deserving of this, that he's capable of being loved by someone so angelic as you.

He makes sure to pay it all back later, eating and slurping your cunt with his tounge, using his fingers to feel all inside of you. Tears stream down his face, hearing how he good he's doing and how much you love him is just too much for him to handle.

#obey me headcanons #obey me x chubby reader #obey me smut #obey me x female reader #chubby reader smut #mammon smut #lucifer smut #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #leviathan smut #leviathan x reader #obey me

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sideeve · 5 months

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤPRAY YOU CATCH ME

lulu's notes ! ; i am so srry for being inactive. i have no excuse tbh. but have this! based off of beyonce's pray you catch me

ingredients :: angst, cheating, mike having dreams abt cheating, breaking up, vanessa being that girl

"i'm going to go find some blankets." vanessa stands up, walking away to retrieve blankets for abby's fort. mike's eyes focused on vanessa's backside as she walked away, hips swaying to a non-existent beat.

"i'm going to use the restroom." mike leaves you no room to comment before he runs away, heading away from the bathroom. you watch him with furrowed brows, trying to understand why mike was so weird recently.

since he had picked up a job at the pizzeria, the state of your relationship was declining. mike had barely made eye contact with you, he didn't notice your presence at all. whenever you did talk, it was all about vanessa.

vanessa this. vanessa that.

you couldn't remember the last time mike had been so passionate about something. let alone someone.

it might have been your paranoia but mike was taking a long time to be only using the restroom. "abby, how long ago did vanessa go get the blankets?" you interrupt abby and bonnie's play session. she shrugs, "i don't know. she's been taking too long."

you pout, thinking of the next course of action for you to do. trust mike and pray he's being faithful or investigate and bust his ass.

your gut was screaming at you to stand up and find out what was taking you so long. your body felt weak with each step to took, getting closer to the storage room.

"your girlfriend is right outside this room and you decided to make a move on me?!" through the closed door, you could hear vanessa's upset voice. your stomach sank. you fucking knew it. mike was a liar.

"look, i'm sorry. i-i don't know what came over me." mike stammered as he tried to de-escalate his current situation. "just don't say anything."

and he was a pussy?! you really do know how to pick them.

you humorlessly chuckle to yourself. all these times you called yourself crazy for suspecting he was a cheater. all the times you tried to push those feelings deep down in your stomach. it was all useless.

you heard them shuffling towards the door. in a panic, you rush back to abby's fort, painting yourself happy as if you hadn't just heard them arguing. "hey, baby." mike slides beside you, kissing your cheek. you force yourself to not cringe and let him kiss you.

walking behind him was a pissed vanessa. the both of you meet eyes, telepathically sending each other the same message. mike follows your line of sight, panicking as he thought vanessa was about to speak. "uh abby! it's past your bedtime isn't it?" he nervously chuckles, looking for a safe way to get the three of you to go home.

"but mike!" abby whines. "nope! you have school in the morning." mike stands up to scoop abby in his arms. gesturing his head to tell you to get up.

abby was asleep in the back of mike's car as he drove you three of you home. you looked out the window, watching the tree pass by in a dark night. the pregnant silence was making mike nervous. the only source of sound was abby's light snores and the radio which was playing a station mike despises. "did you have fun?" mike breaks the silence.

you hum in response. you knew if you spoke, you would've woken up abby due to your yelling. "you-you look pretty."

mike only stuttered around you if he was hiding something. "did you have fun, mike?" your eyes were still on the window. "yeah. i loved making the fort with you and abby."

"nothing else?"

"just you two." he smiles.

his dishonesty was on his breath; you could taste it in the air. and he passed it on so casually. every word he let out was a lie. it was like being truthful wasn't in his code.

vanessa giggles as she straddles mike's hips, his hands softly gripping her hips. "are you sure she doesn't suspect us?" she whispers on his lips before closing the gap between the two of them. "she doesn't suspect a thing." he bites her lip teasingly.

this is how it was supposed to go. mike wanted to be this close with vanessa--this intimate. it felt right for him.

lips still attached to each other, mike sees you standing there, watching this unravel. "[name]!" mike quickly pushes vanessa off of him. as he scrambles to find the right words, he takes note of your face. you were upset but you were softly smiling. you took the opportunity to speak before him.

"what are you doing, my love?"

mike gasps awake, his chest heaving. "fuck." he groans, rubbing his forehead. on instinct, he rolls over to your side, hugging your body. except...you weren't there. matter of fact, none of your things were there. the slippers you left at the side of the bed. your favorite perfume you used to leave on his dresser. none of it.

"no, no." mike scrambles out of his bed, running outside to see if your car was still parked in his driveway. in defeat, he sulks back into his house. it felt so empty without you. you were what brought the house together. you made lively.

he was now facing the consequences of not cherishing what was in front of him--what he needed.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s fanfiction #five nights at freddy's

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strangersmunsons · 1 year

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fried egg I'm in love

Eddie makes you breakfast.

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!reader, established relationship, pet names, Eddie fries you some eggs because you should always eat breakfast before a big day. No mention of reader’s physical appearance, no use of Y/N. Warnings: mentions of food & eating (obvi). Word Count: 1,200-ish i am completely delighted by @mcbeanzontoast 's artwork and these sweet lil drawings (1, 2) of Eddie are all i can think about, thank u for the inspo bb! <3 btw srry if this isn't how you like your eggs or if u hate alt-rock themed puns. but personally i feel very strongly about the over-medium thing.

“Eddie. Eddie.”

There’s still no response from the motionless lump on the bed. He’s twisted up in the thin, pilled sheets like he tried to fight them and lost.

His breathing is slow and even, clearly still in a deep sleep. You hope his dreams are pleasant, but not so pleasant that he’ll be upset with you for what you’re about to do.

You lean closer to where you think his ear might be. It’s hidden under a mass of thick curls, but you're pretty sure you’re in the right spot.

“Eddie!”

It comes out even louder than you intended. Oops.

“Huh!”

Eddie jolts awake and tries to roll over, but only succeeds in tangling himself further in the bedding. He squirms and struggles against the taut fabric for a minute, before giving up and letting his body go limp. His face scrunches against the brightness of the room, peering at you with squinted eyes.

You, who have already been awake for an hour. You, who have already washed and dressed and tidied yourself up. You, who are looking at him rather expectantly…? His full lips pull down in a frown.

“What gives?” he grumbles, unhappy to be conscious before noon. As usual.

“Sorry honey, but you didn’t hear me the first four times I tried.”

He sighs, then lets out a sudden gasp. He tries to sit upright, lurching sideways, still thrashing against that damn sheet. “Your interview!”

Bingo!

“Yes, my interview,” you say, too amused and in love with him to be exasperated. “Don’t worry, we still have plenty of time. But you can barely function when you first wake up and I can’t have you falling asleep behind the wheel. I figured I’d get you up now so you have time to adjust.” You reach out and cup his face, rubbing a thumb over his stubbly cheek.

He turns his head in your hand so he can kiss your palm. “Good thinkin', sweetheart. That’s why you’re the brains of this operation.”

You help untangle him and wander out into the kitchen while he heads for the bathroom. Because even bone-deep exhaustion is no match for Eddie's mouth, he pokes his head out so he can talk to you. “How’re you feeling, baby?” The words are garbled and foamy with toothpaste.

“Okay,” you call back from your seat at the table. Well, that’s kind of a lie. “Actually, I’m really nervous, but that’s normal, I guess.”

You really want this job to work out. Eddie’s dying for you to come and live with him in his apartment, but you want a little more financial stability before you move out of your place. You promised him that once you landed a higher paying job you would take the leap. The shiny prospect of perpetual domesticity with your favorite boy is riding on this position, and it's making you gut-wrenchingly antsy.

“You’re gonna be great!” he shouts from around his toothbrush.

Eddie joins you in the kitchen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s in nothing but his boxers and mismatched wool socks. One is maroon, the other is green with stripes. “Great. You hear me? They’d be lucky to have you. In fact, you should be interviewing them, asking why they deserve to be your employer.” He’s teasing you, but he also means it.

Your stomach flutters at the praise, and at the sight of all that skin he’s showing. You know in your heart that he’s still so warm from sleep.

He yawns, and stretches dramatically. “Have you eaten yet?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “No way. No appetite.”

“Well, you gotta eat. You need fuel on a day like today.” He crosses his arms and frowns at you.

That's humorous, coming from the guy who attended six years of high school running on nothing but mini-pretzels and Mountain Dew. “Eddie, I’m way too anxious to eat right now.”

“Listen, you’ll feel worse if you don’t eat. Because if you don’t have something in your belly, and you’re nervous, you’ll get lightheaded and pass out in the middle of the interview, in which case you won’t get the job, 'cause then they’ll all be thinking, ‘This girl has the temperament of a fragile Victorian woman. Why is she even here? She should be sent to the seaside for her health.’ You know?”

“I…guess so?”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you have to eat breakfast. Let me make you something.”

The Something in question is simple: toast with butter, and fried eggs, over-medium. “Runny enough to dip, but cooked enough so there’s no snotty white stuff,” he says sagely. “It’s the only way to eat 'em.”

You hum in agreement, but you’re more focused on the way he looks standing half-naked in front of the stove, spatula in hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He insists on making your portion first, sliding the plate in front of you and kissing your head when it’s done. “Eat up, doll.”

You thank him quietly and start to eat, watching as he goes through the process over again for himself. Now that he’s taken care of you, some of the tiredness he was staving off returns. His movements get clumsier as his attention oscillates between assembling his breakfast and being your personal cheerleader. He bumps into the counter, nearly burns his fingertips on the stove, and knocks over a glass of orange juice, but steadfastly refuses your offer to take over. Stubborn. You put a pot of coffee on for him.

You feel calmer now, watching his ministrations, listening to his reassurances. You've found that Eddie’s presence seems to be the salve for all your silly little troubles. His throaty morning-voice and dimpled smile send a rush of warmth through you, putting you at ease, like a cup of something hot on a cold day. You feel so lucky to be loved by him.

While you’re adoring him, trying not to get misty-eyed thinking about it, your sweet boy’s about to transfer his second egg to his plate. He's almost done it when he’s wracked with another full-body yawn. It's powerful enough that his eyes close, and his arm jerks the wrong way, and the egg slips out of the pan. It hits the kitchen floor with a wet slap.

Quickly, he looks down, then at you, and then back at the egg. In one swift motion he scoops it up off the floor. “Five second rule.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ed…” You’re tempted to chastise him more thoroughly because who knows when that floor was last cleaned? Certainly not Eddie. But the way he’s doting on you today makes you hold your tongue.

He shrugs. “Fine. I’ll wash it off.”

He turns the sink on so a thin stream of water comes out. He picks the egg up with his hands, and holds it under the faucet, turning it carefully so that each side gets a gentle rinse. It gets tossed casually back onto the plate.

Completely unbothered, he joins you at the table and digs in.

He finally catches the look on your face. Without swallowing the huge bite of food he just popped in his mouth, he goes -

“What?”

Afterwards, Eddie drives you to your interview just like he promised he would. When you emerge from the building some thirty odd minutes later, feeling victorious, he's right there to celebrate with you.

Neither of you say it, but you're both thinking the same thing. One bed. One kitchen table. One little apartment. One home.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot

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kvthgok · 9 months

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Surprise? | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- none

Summary - Durning a mission you get hurt and try to hide your injury from Miguel

Side note - IM SO SRRY YALL THAT I HAVENT BEEN POSTING LATELY 😭🙏. SOMEWHAT PROOFREAD BTWWWW (ALSO to those who did request ideas I DID read them and am currently writing them 🤍🤍)

It was like any other day in the spider society. Fighting and sending anomalies back to their earths. But things had taken a slight little turn.

You had asked Miguel if you could tag along on a mission with him. It had token some convincing but half of it was just you begging. Miguel didn’t really like the thought of you going on actual tricky missions. He would normally send you on missions to catch the anomalies of the week. But not serious dangerous ones, especially the new anomaly Spot.

As you and Miguel were standing on a building Miguel was going over emergency plans.“Okay kid if anything goes downhill and you open a portal back to HQ immediately. I’ll be fine and finish up the mission myself.” Miguel looked at you trying to reassure you that he would be fine if you needed to leave.

Miguel sighed and then looked at the mission in front of you. “Ok you ready?” He asked you. His tone shifted back to a bit more stern and serious.

Yup!” You Said putting on my mask

The two of guys both put on your mask then swung off the building to the chaos down there.

Skip time after fight (cuz I’m to lazy & suck dookie at writing fight scenes🤭)

Miguel had met back up with you and was checking to make sure you were alright.

“You alright kid?” Miguel said having a tiny hint of concern in his voice.

He was about to say something else but stopped himself. He didn’t want to seem to over protective.

“The mission was a success. Good job kid.” Miguel said instead with a slight proud smile

He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah you alright kid? You didn’t get injured out there right?” He didn’t look too concerned but he had that same small hint of worry in his voice.

“Mhm yeah im fine.” I Said with a Small smile.

You had lied. Your hand was hurting like a bitch. The anomaly had stomped on it while fighting. You only lied to Miguel so he didn’t have to worry. Your lie seemed to work though.

Skip few days

These past days Miguel has noticed you had been laying off one of your hands and questioned you one night about it.

“Kid remember that time on the mission when you told me you weren’t hurt?” Miguel asked with a neutral expression.

“Yeah..why?” You said trying to act normal.

Miguel sighed and looked at you for a few seconds. “Don’t try to act like your normal. I’m not that stupid. Show me your injured hand.” Miguel’s tone had shifted back to being stern.

You still tried to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

He sighed out of annoyance and called out for Lyla telling her to scan you. She did find something. Your hurt hand.

Miguel was more annoyed then anything at this point. He had known you were lying to him this whole time. “So your telling me you’ve kept this injury hidden for a few days and didn’t tell me?” Miguel asked you while looking annoyed.

You nervously smiled not knowing what to say, “Surprise?”

He had a pissed off look on his face as he looked down at you, “Your not funny.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an injured hand when we got back to headquarters. I could’ve done something about it.” Miguel said with a stern tone.

“I didn’t want to you worry that’s why I didn’t say anything about it.” I said scratching my head looking down

Miguel looked at you for a few seconds. You could tell he was trying not to lash out. He sighed a bit and then spoke. “The next time you have an injury like this tell me please. This injury could’ve gotten a lot worse if you kept quite and let it fester for long periods of time.” Miguel spoke with a gentle tone even though he was pissed.

Miguel looked down at you once more. He could see that you had learned from this mistake. “I get it you didn’t want me to worry. Just don’t make that mistake again.” Miguel said looking a little less annoyed about this.

“Sorry Miguel” I Said in a low tone

“Its alright kid but next time just tell me. I want to make sure your always safe alright.” Miguel spoke with his eyes looking slightly softer and less stern.

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alt-2077 · 2 years

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Hiiii, good night, morning or evening, could I ask U for David Martinez with a(if u can)male reader who's kinda caothic, playful and mischievous?

Thnks for reading, feel free to take your time or decline(srry if it's badly written)

David Martinez w/ a mischievous m!reader

chars. david w⚠️. male!reader, spoilers, violence, swearing genre. fluff, headcanon wc. 520+ note. i didn't know whether you wanted headcanons or not so i'm just gonna make it headcanon.

David

David finds it cute, not gonna lie.

He enjoys your playful nature plenty but tends to have his guard up around you even if he's not usually a victim to your actions.

You could pull tricks on anyone and everyone, and you usually do. He'll always end up apologising to the person for you after you pull something.

He seems to usually get a cold stare before he walks away and tries to pull you with him.

It's a whole different story if you're cheeky during fights on jobs though. He finds it really attractive.

Seeing you toy around with the enemies is possibly one of the sexiest things to him. Usually you or whoever's came to assist has to snap him out of it.

Tries to prevent you from doing to much damage to buildings and so on but he quickly realised it's not exactly something he can control. Sometimes if he's angry enough, he'll join you on fucking things up and rain hellfire.

When the job's done or you're just bored, you pull him along to a shooting range or a secluded place to just destroy things. It takes a lot off him and it quickly becomes one of his favourite ways to cool off.

if there's moments where you're exhausted and a little calm, he takes a moment to bask in the calmness of you and it's one of those little moments he cherishes. That's not to say he doesn't love you chaotic side, he just doesn't have enough energy to catch up with you sometimes.

If this is Timeskip David we're talking about though, he'll have more than enough energy to catch up with your personality and he loves it.

He's tries to have a little bit more by going a little bit crazy with you and honestly? You two are the hottest couple.

Crazy and crazy goes great together, I suppose.

Loves to do little moves with you when you two are fighting side by side.

Those may include but not limited to:

Throwing you onto enemies so you can just tear them apart, throwing you into the air to hit a snipe(idk lmao), mainly things that include throwing you.

He's strong enough to do that now but if that's not something you're into, you two may use things that can act like shields and block bullets.

Basically, you two fighting together can initiate some very fun and interesting combos.

Enjoys massages from you but isn't surprised you tug his hair or put something really cold on his back whilst he's just trying to relax. He does giggle a little bit from the small things you pull out of your sleeve.

I mean, he signed up for it the moment you both started dating, no?

He'll never ever get mad at you though. Not then, not now, not ever. He really, really loves you and holds you close to his heart because despite you being batshit crazy sometimes, he knows you'd do anything for him and you know he's the same for you.

Honestly, you're both an absolute powerhouse together and it intimidates anyone who you fight. They know they won't leave alive.

#cyberpunk edgerunners #david martinez x reader #netflix #cyberpunk 2077 #x reader

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons about Hibiya's relationships with the rest of the Dan after the series? I was always a little disappointed we didn't really get to see him interact much with anyone besides hiyori, konoha, and momo. I would have loved to see him properly integrated as a member of the group and hanging out with them 🥲

YESSSSS I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN MEANING TO DRAW HIBIYA HANGING OUT WITH EVERYONE SEPARATELY TO LIKE POINT OUT DYNAMICS but then i never did 💔 i still will at some point

hibiya is the mekakushi dan's little brother.

0. ayano's big sister radar goes off incredibly fast when meeting hibiya. she spoils the hell out of him because hibiya is largely independent and already has momo as a big sister for emotional stuff so when ayano's like WANT ME TO PATCH UP THE HOLE IN UR SHIRT hibiya's like what. i know how to do that myself. and ayano's like fine i will buy your love if i must. so she's always taking him shopping and asking if he needs anything new. he comes back every summer to the city with broken ass sandals and ayano's always sending him back with shiny new ones. he still rly enjoys having her around but he looks at her more in a motherly light than sisterly. he'd DIE before admitting it tho

1. srry to play the cooking card with kido again but. hibiya and kido cooking together :) i think kido is very impressed with hibiya's cooking and hibiya is SUPER used to being taken for granted so when they point it out to him he almost bursts into tears. i think hibiya is always looking for compliments from kido bc kido is super cool and The Leader and they kinda have a teacher's pet dynamic LMAOO hibiya is always asking kido if he can help with any chores so of course it works and he's kido's favorite student. if this was a class which is not. so he's just a rly helpful kid kido enjoys having around and hibiya loves that kido is really normal. also kidomomo. yeah. hibiya and his lesbian moms. also kido teaches hibiya how to bind. ratio

2. with seto... i remember reading this fic in ff/net back in the golden days of kagepro (so like. 10 years ago) that was like hibiya resenting seto bc he was still hurting abt hiyori and while everyone died with a loved one seto lost a DOG. i thought it was so funny bc it's so immature but seems so in character for hibiya. also in the novels when hibiya is unconscious he's taken to seto's room. i think hibiya thinks the whole dan act like fools (bc they ARE) but kind of respects and looks up to seto because hibiya is 12 and according to my intensely calculated family headcanons was raised in a toxic masculinity household so he sees this Buff Guy getting up at 5am everyday and holds more than one job for his family...he's like (nod nod nod) and he also really respects how seto refuses to use his eye power because of its. erm. unethical nature. hibiyas like UGH SETO IS SO COOL SUCH A MAN'S MAN. seto is mostly oblivious to this and always always always ruffles hibiyas hair. everyone does this but seto is the only one hibiya doesnt yell at

3. i think kano would go easy on hibiya cuz he's a kid but not entirely bc if kano isnt totally insufferable to everyone he knows at least once a day he gets sick and dies. i think kano tries to do the big sibling thing abt convincing the little brother of a total bullshit lie like basically his hobbie is gaslighting hibiya for fun. hibiya goes screaming for kido to make him stop lol. also kano's the one who's always saying shit like hibiya is 8 years old. even when hibiya's an adult kano's like how old are u again. u turned like 15 right

4. man mary tries acting SOOOO GROWN UP to hibiya she's like desperately trying to seem like a cool older sister but on purpose. with everyone else it's kind of natural but she is actively trying. momo bestie so also around a lot and sees how momo (hibiyas big sister #1) acts around him and tries doing the same and hibiya's like. this is pathetic. but still endearing and accepts it LOL he's also respectful of mary bc he's well aware of her role in their survival so he's like SIGHS okay

6. takane is everyone's demise because she introduces hibiya to smartphones and gaming. like hibiya rly wanted a smartphone right and then he makes all these friends and has to go back to the village so he takes an intensive course ran by takane abt how to use a phone. which is all good. but the thing is she is ALSO like ur so weird kid. here. play some amongus. this is how amongus hibiya can still win. everyone like vinnie hibiya cant be a fortnite kid bc he has no idea abt gaming he doesnt even have a phone WELL i got news for u buddy my fave character is takane and im also totally delusional. she is the reason hibiya is texting the gc in total typos asking if anyone wants to among us. and he's so thankful to her he expresses his gratitude thru sending her amongus and minecraft memes he finds around that she's seen a thousand times but it's rly endearing. also hibiya is shintaro coded so takane knows how to handle him sorry im so delusional abt their friendship (holds their chapter together from novel eight close to my chest)

7. eheheheheh. like i said. hibiya is shintaro coded like in canon both momo and takane say hibiya reminds them of shintaro like he's a little shin. and momo adopting hibiya means shintaro gets little brother by default too. his ass is always at HIS HOUSE!!!! i talked abt this in a post once abt how seeing hibiya and momo together makes shintaro want to try a little harder at being a big brother. i think they like each other and shintaro always lets hibiya sit in his room if momo is being too insane, and hibiya sometimes is like well shintaro's actually pretty normal!! (immediately sees him act a fool bc ofc he does) eugh. also shintaro helps hibiya with his summer hw, i think hibiya's a good student but appreciates the help and tells shintaro he thinks he'd make a rly good teacher and continues writing down on his hw all casually while shintaro has to act like he didn't get all choked up hearing that

9. i've talked abt the haruka and hibiya shitshow lol but again i love the idea of hibiya just totally refusing to acknowledge konoha's gone and keeps kicking and screaming abt it. bc if konoha is rly gone then it means he regrets everything bc he was so mean to it and its bc of it hiyori is alive (hiyori doesnt act this way bc she's well aware of it) and that SUCKS. so hibiya largely avoids haruka and isn't all that into how hiyori is really accepting of him and all. and haruka is also like. awkwardly trying to approach him because it's the least he can do in konoha's memory but hibiya's like hissing at him. eventually hibiya would accept it after a couple breakdowns. i think momo also punches some sense into him. i want hibiya to lash out at haruka and scream all sorts of things at him abt how it's not fair konoha is gone and like who even is he and just overall say all the things haruka is already super insecure about but then it ends on hibiya sobbing in his arms abt how much he misses konoha. and haruka can only hug him back and apologize :(

#ask tag #headcanons #hibiya amamiya

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HII SRRY IF IM ASKING A QUESTIONS SO FAST SINCE U CAME BACK FROM YR BREAK BUT IF I ASSUME I ONLY HAVE YO AFFRIM IN THE NIGHT AND MORNING THAT I ALREADY HAVE MY DREAM AND I ALRWDY WOKE UP IN MY DREAM I WILL HAVE IT BY A WEEK BC THATS WHAT HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE ME BC I DONT LIKE AFFTIM A LOT 💔

HIIII🤍🤍 THATS NOT REALLY HOW IT WORKS ILL EXPLAIN IT

XXX = your manifestation

Affirming for XXX while believing that it’ll be yours in a week isn’t really right. You assume that it’s not yours yet and you will search for it in your environment while you’re affirming. If you’re searching for your desires in your environment, then that means that you don’t have them already. Time means nothing while manifesting, you manifest instantly with only one affirmation, one visualisation… already.

Manifesting is not about waiting for something to happen outside of you. You only have to change your thoughts.

And that’s easy because with only one new, favourable affirmation your thoughts are changed. Your subconscious absorbs the affirmation instantly. When something is in your subconscious then it manifests, so your subconscious creates proof of you having your desire with only one affirmation. That means that one affirmation is enough, after you affirm once your desire is yours already. You don’t wait for it for another week. You just remind yourself that your affirmation is yours already since it’s in your subconscious. It makes no sense to wait for your affirmation or search for it in your 3D. When it’s in your subconscious, then that’s proof of you having it.

Affirmations make you feel really good, since they remind yourself that you already have what you want. They aren’t there to create something new in your environment. That’s not their job and affirmations don’t work if you don’t trust them.

They only change your mindset and make you feel good. That’s their job. They’re like compliments & sweet words.

Trusting them is easy. You say them once and your subconscious then absorbs them and creates proof of your affirmations being true in your environment. Guaranteed process if you don’t block your own manifestation with negative assumptions.

See, these negative assumptions get created trough you believing that what you see in your 3D is true. But the 4D is the realest.

When you affirm for something even just once your 4D changes. And since 3D changes itself to match 4D all the stuff that contradicts your new thoughts in your environment will be a lie after you affirm for something new once. 3D gets rid of the junk so you don’t have to worry about that. Just focus on your thoughts and dont block your manifestation by believing the 3D.

Summarised: Every manifestation is instant. Once you say i have it, it’s in your subconscious/4D, 3D/environment. You thinking that you STILL don’t have your manifestation IS YOUR ENEMY, that’s why you don’t have it. If you search for proof in your 3D you will block your manifestation. Focus on your 4D the real reality.

Other posts of mine you can read about this:

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skywardscroll · 3 years

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the secret language | xiao

✧ word count: 2.5k

✧ this was a request! : anon: can i make a request for xiao? so u know how at the end of his story quest he wanted to eat alone because it's what he's used to? so could u write a fic where the reader respects his boundaries but still can't help but want to spend more time with him. u can take whatever route you want but it'd be rlly cute if xiao warmed up to the reader eventually and asked the reader to eat with him one day and they just sat in comfortable silence enjoying each other's company T-T srry for the long message, thank you!

✧ warnings: none!

✧ a/n: omg anon this was literally such a cute idea!! i’m not gonna lie, it’s hard to write xiao because he’s such a complex character so i hope i did alright! thank you for being my very first request (ahhh!! literally was so excited when i saw your message!! it wasn’t too long by the way -- i love to hear what you have to say :D ) anyway! please let me know what you think! i hope you enjoy~~!

For Xiao, very few things were certain. Having lived for millennia, he’d inevitably learned that there were a small number of truths that he could truly rely on in a world that could care less about empathy and compassion.

His list of undeniable truths so far was quite short and cynical, but it was, until you came along, consistent:

Firstly, mortals are unbelievably ungrateful by nature. Xiao’s existence was bound to his job of keeping mortals under his jurisdiction safe; He’d spent the past 2,000 years risking his wellbeing for the sake of mortals, and while they are a fountain of thanks in the moment, it had been too many times where he could tell that the appreciations came from the fear of touching death, rather than the thankfulness of being alive. The soulless ‘thank you’s became disgusting on Xiao’s tongue, and by way of association, so did the leisurely happenings of those who didn’t know how lucky they were to have to worry about timely food deliveries and blocked roads rather than the never-ending pain like that which Xiao endured within himself. Call it bitterness or envy – Xiao, depending on his mood, would agree that both lived within him.

There is only one more, extremely brief, truth that resided on his list. It coincided with the first, both in pessimism and in theme: It was best for everyone if he remained alone. It was beneficial for him – he had learned a long time ago that he could only rely on himself – but also for others due to his dangerous nature. He didn’t want a repeat of his mistakes of the past, where one too many innocent persons had died because of his errors.

That is how it had been for 2,000 years. But despite his personal beliefs, his duty to his position as the lone Yaksha in Liyue held precedent in his heart. He’d continue to leave the comfort of the Wangshu Inn to comply to his contract with Morax all those years ago, despite the dangerous nature of his work. If he was going to be immortal, he was going to contribute good to the world that rarely was as charitable.

He had to remind himself of his truths while watching you look out to the Dihua Marsh with teary eyes. There was a foreign urge within him to reach out to you, despite you not being in any immediate danger that he could see. But, as he stewed in memories of his past, he opted to stay put on the tiled roof of the Wangshu Inn and wait for you to leave the balcony that was usually reserved for him alone.

From where he sat, he could only catch the glint of tears running down your cheeks as the moonlight hit them at just the right angle. You simply stood there and let them fall, your heavy breathing near silent as you looked to the eastern mountains.

Convincing himself that you were simply a passing traveler who’d had a bad day, he eventually gave up his nightly reflections on the balcony to you and vanished with you none the wiser.

He saw you again a week later, in the kitchens of the inn. He was halfway down the wooden stairs which led to the normally vacant kitchen when he saw you there, your hair pulled back out of your face and flour covering your clothes. You, frankly, looked a mess with stray hairs sticking about and sweat collecting on your forehead. To be fair – the kitchen was always hotter than the rest of the inn and it was the peak of summertime.

Not seeing Smiley, the usual chef, Xiao opted to eat later. Not that he was avoiding you in specific prejudice, but Xiao knew that with Smiley, he was guaranteed is privacy while he ate – a simple pleasure Xiao valued more than most things.

As he turned to ascend back up the stairs, you happened to catch sight of the young man from behind the worktable in the center of the room.

“Oh! Can I help you?” You called out, making him stop in his tracks.

“No, thank you.” His voice was stern and frigid. “Good day.”

“Wait! If you’re hungry, I can make you something.”

“No.” He turned around to look at you, unable to ignore the way your eyes seemed so lively. “I’m fine.”

You gave him a soft smile as you briefly eyed his tattoos on his arm and the Anemo vision attached to his hand. “Alright.”

As he turned back around, still feeling your eyes on him, Smiley happened to appear at the top of the stairs carrying two large straw bags presumably filled with ingredients.

“Ah! Mr. Xiao! perfect timing. Mind helping me get these down the stairs?”

Xiao closed his eyes at the inconvenience, wanting nothing but to leave before anything else incredibly awkward could occur. Still – he nodded and grabbed the bag on the top that blocked Smiley’s vision.

“Thank you, they go next to that shelf over there.”

He could hear you washing the dishes, the pans clanging together as the thumps of the apple-filled bags hit the wooden floor.

“Thank you again. Are you hungry? I could make your favorite.”

Xiao’s face flooded with red as he hoped you didn’t hear him accept the offer. You certainly did, though, and took note of Smiley’s method of making especially crispy tofu.

Xiao learned from Verr (too late to avoid that awkward encounter in the kitchen) that you were the new assistant chef. Smiley had been complaining for at least a year that the workload was too much for one person, especially during the winter when the Lantern Rite festival came around, and that he needed someone else to help around. They decided to hire you in the summer so you could complete training in time for the holidays.

He also learned that you were a refugee of Inazuma, someone who needed the work more than most. So, personal feelings aside, he would have to get used to you being there.

And, to be fair to you, it was easy to observe that you were an extremely hard worker. He had a habit in indulging himself in long meals, of which you were always working the entire time. If you weren’t cooking, you were cleaning; And if you had finished cleaning, you were standing around looking for something to do.

After that initial day, you hadn’t tried to make conversation with him again. He was fairly certain Smiley must have mentioned his reserved nature to you, or maybe you simply had no interest in conversing with him. Either way – having you there did not negatively impact Xiao’s routine as he originally thought you would.

It was about a month into having you there when Smiley caught the stomach illness that had been floating around Liyue Harbor and, in extension, the Wangshu Inn. He was going to be gone for a week, at most, and Xiao could see in your mannerisms that the pressure was weighing you down.

Where you were typically agile in your movements, you were particularly clumsy. You’d broken at least two plates and even dented Smiley’s favorite pot, all by Wednesday afternoon. Xiao, having noticed your stress, had been avoiding the kitchen in an attempt to give you space to focus, but eating in front of the inn with the busy crowds was just short of unbearable.

Thursday night, Xiao had enough of public eating and longed for his private table in the corner of the kitchen. Upon walking down the stairs, he found you sitting on the floor of the kitchen with your head in your hands. The noises escaping your lips let him know that, for the second time, he had caught you crying alone.

“Y/N.”

He realized that in the month that you had been working there, he’d never said your name before. You seemed equally surprised, as upon his voice reaching your ears, you immediately straightened your back and furiously wiped away your tears (though this was in vain, as more tears replaced them as soon as your fingertips left your cheeks.)

“Mr. Xiao… Hi.” Even with your face slightly contorted from crying, you still attempted to sound happy. A failed attempt, sure, as Xiao had been around long enough to know what fake happiness sounded like even without your face giving yourself away, but the fact that you tried made Xiao’s heart wrench just a bit.

“Are… You okay?”

You were quick to nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just…” Your sentence trailed off as you looked around at the messy kitchen counters. “Are you hungry?”

Xiao looked at you for a moment in silence, his jaw set. The Wangshu Inn was significantly quiet, as most of the guests were down in the food court below. It was just the two of you.

The adeptus walked over and sat beside you, his back leaning against the cabinets below the sink. Together, you sat in estranged silence.

“I saw you crying on the balcony that first night you were here.” He confessed after a long while as he stared at the floor. Occasionally, he could feel the wood of the cabinet shake as you let out jagged, emotion-filled breaths. “Do you just… Cry a lot or…?”

You laughed weakly, “No… I actually hate crying.

It’s just a lot, you know? It hurts having to give up everything just to have a chance to feel like you have a life to live.”

He was silent as he listened to you, but now he looked at you as he did so. You wiped away more tears from your smooth cheeks and his eyes followed the trail of tears to your eyes. He recognized the tired look within them as being close to the same that resided in his own, though he knew they were unusual for your typically bright eyes. Those eyes, with the sparkle of hope within them, were one of the things he silently admired about you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, and you meant it. “Come, I’ll make you something to eat.”

He sat at the table and just watched you – Watched as you, despite your tears and your stress, still stood and cooked him a meal. To be truthful, he didn’t expect such compassion from you – from anyone, really. It was different when Smiley made him a meal because it was always compensation for helping around the Wangshu Inn. But you… You were doing this from the heart. You had every reason to turn him away, but you didn’t. Even after his indifferent attitude towards you.

“I hope you like it, Mr. Xiao. I tried to make it like Mr. Smiley does.”

You placed the plate in front of Xiao with a warm smile that seemed to melt away any hard feelings he had towards humankind. He felt you hesitate to leave him be, but you did eventually turn away from him without another word and begin cleaning the even messier kitchen.

He wouldn’t tell Smiley this, but your Almond Tofu somehow tasted so much better.

The next day, Xiao had no hesitancy in going to you for more food. He typically didn’t eat every day, as he was often too busy to go back to the inn for meals. Somehow, though, he felt inclined to make time just for your Almond Tofu (not for you, though. Definitely not just to see you smile at him again.)

“Y/N.” He greeted – not realizing that you were still very much on edge.

You shrieked at his sudden appearance, dropping the (thankfully) empty pot on the wooden floor again.

“Oh… Mr. Xiao.” You said, a relieved tone in your voice. “How are you?”

He made quick work of closing the distance between you as he walked over, reached down, and picked up the pot for you. He didn’t pay much mind to the blush on your face as your fingers brushed his on the pot’s handle.

“Fine. I was hoping for more Almond Tofu.”

Your face only got hotter in response. “You… You liked it?”

He just nodded as he stared at you with his eyes of amber. You missed the way his cat-like eyes seemed to widen in subtle admiration at the way you beamed back at him.

“Go sit, I’ll make some right now.”

It wasn’t long before that familiar sweet smell pervaded Xiao’s senses and filled him with that warm, comfortable feeling yet again. This was the first moment that he sat and really thought about how happy he was to have you at the inn. You were a breath of fresh air in the atmosphere he’d grown all too familiar with. While he wasn’t necessarily fond of change, you were overly welcome – Even against everything within Xiao telling him he was making a mistake in getting too close to you.

It was an inevitable disaster waiting to happen but listening to you hum as you toasted his tofu exactly how he liked it made him think it might be worth it – that you would be worth the heartbreak.

You had an irresistible brilliance about you that until now he thought humanly impossible.

“Here you go, I hope you like it.”

You turned to leave him be from habit, but his cold, gloved hand reached out and wrapped around your wrist gently.

When you turned around to face him with a quizzical look on your face, he was the one now wearing a blush across his cheeks. He refused to look at you, and when he spoke, it was softly, and he was mumbling. Still, you managed to discern his voice from the silence.

“Will you sit with me while I eat?”

Your mouth, without your permission, slightly opened in awe. His hand didn’t leave your wrist, and you didn’t pull away from him either. You just looked at him for a moment, before letting out a laugh that sounded angelic against his eardrums.

“If you’d let me.”

You grabbed the seat beside him and sat in silence, watching him as with each bite he took, his eyes closed in appreciation.

You reflected in the silence that Xiao talked with his actions more than anything. He showed he liked you by helping you, not by simply telling you. Perhaps it was because he felt that actions really were stronger than words; That what he did had a bigger impact in the long term than any flowery phrase he could muster.

Maybe that’s how you worked too. You cooked him Almond Tofu to say thank you. Thank you for caring enough to sit with me while I cried. Thank you for caring.

Uninterested in breaking the silence, Xiao reached over beside him and grabbed another plate, offering half of the remaining Almond Tofu to you as he slid it onto the porcelain plate and pushed it towards you along with utensils. No words were exchanged, just a quick glance and the smallest of smiles before he went back to biting into his meal.

He didn’t have to speak – You knew what he was trying to say as if silence was your own language.

Thank you for being there for me too.

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blushnote · 3 years

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↳ requested | 1.6k words

↳ dom!wonwoo smut

a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude.

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

#seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #svt smut #jeon wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #svt fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #svt x reader #wonwoo x reader

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shanitani · 3 years

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CHAPTER 3: BAD B*TCHES

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👩🏽‍💻: lol did y’all miss me? im still on hiatus for maybe a good two weeks until summer srry<\3. but to make up for it I made this chapter hella long.

“Damn their water pressure is good.” You mumbled softly, turning off the faucet. The boy had a cleaner bathroom than you had expected, in comparison to the ones in America - he was almost cleaner than yourself. You wiped the fog from the glass admiring your damp face for a moment, fully indulging in the fact that you were really in Japan.

You slipped on your pajamas, the bottoms hugged at the figure well and unfortunately so did the tank top Mitsuki put out for you. You had no problem wearing it around by yourself, but you had to take into account there was a boy you had never met before living there as well. It didn’t help that Midnight never gave you any descriptions about the boy as well, so it was obvious how high alert you were.

You grabbed your belongings, turning the music down to a soft hum in volume before turning off the bathroom light. The cold air hit your damp warm one before clearing your vision to see the teenage boy you had been wondering about the day you got your acceptance email. You both stared in awe, you took in his muscular arms due to training, the light ruffle of his blonde hair, his mouth fixated in a frown, and his piercing red eyes.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking at you either, your skin glistening under harsh light, your hair lightly tied back with a hair tie, the familiar smell he smelt minutes before now more concentrated and easier to name. He dared not to look at your figure-hugging the waistband of the pajamas, trying to rip his glare away fast enough. He grunts, beginning the doorknob, “You better have had left my bathroom the way you saw it.”

You frowned furring your brows, “Duh I did. And hello to you too.” you scoffed looking down at your phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. The blonde boy let out a groaned out “hey” before opening his door, and closing it in the same breath. “Rude ass,” you mumbled under your breath before heading downstairs back to your room.

“You met him?? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED” Imani squealed putting her elbows on her crisscrossed legs looking in awe behind the screen. You smiled at her eagerness to know the boy, though you didn’t think he was all that. “Well he’s pretty muscular, um tall, he’s blonde and rude as fuck.” You rolled your eyes at your last sentence as you simultaneously put your belongings in your new backpack for tomorrow.

“Okayyy he could work! You gotta fierce Lil attitude too so it’ll work out fine.” Imani flashed you a smirk - knowing you couldn’t hit her from Japan. “Oh shut up Mani! you know if I was there I’d slap your ass right now.” you pointed your middle finger towards the camera, giving her a nice view of your white acrylic nails. “Exactly why ima act out now rather than next year.” She huffed, turning off her led lights looking back at her best friend. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow, school’s gonna be so boring.” You whined thinking about the worst scenario known to come. If they were anything like Bakugo, well you were going to be entirely fucked. “I will too. But stop making me sad about it! We gone see each other soon.” Mani kissed the phone foreshadowing a kiss to your cheek, you smiled doing the same motions as her before ending the call and rolling over to fall asleep.

“I better like these people, Nah they better like me....” you shut your eyes, anxious for your first day to start.

The next day came, as Mitsuki dropped you and Bakugou off. You expected him to at the least show you to where you needed to be - but instead he slung his backpack to the side , not giving you a glimpse of attention your way. “One day im gone beat his ass up.” you took a breathe trying to find the dorm rooms, only to be met with a man right in front of you.

“Hi, [L/N] nice to finally meet you.” The tired-looking man shook your hand motioning you into the dorms. “As you know we enroll all students into the dorms for their safety because of accidents that have happened in previous years.” you nodded looking at the huge building with high ceilings and pillars inside. The man showed you around to the necessities like the gym, commons room, the classrooms, and finally to your dorm room. “I forgot to mention, but you probably know me. I’m Aizawa, and I’ll be teaching you along with class 1A. Today we just want you to prepare your dorm room so you can sleep easy tomorrow - I won’t lie to you, it won’t be easy.” he shrugged giving you the keys to your dorm.

You thanked the man before opening the room, as said in the description - the rest of your belongings were stacked to the side of your room along with your mattress to the right of it and a desk to the left. “Might as well put on music.” you thought to yourself, scrolling through the millions of playlists before finally reaching the one you wanted.

“Yeah, this will take a while.”

Putting on the comforter of the bed, and adding the last of your pictures on the wall; you flopped onto your bed feeling a slight headache arrive. You groaned wiping your forehead, looking out the window to see the sun almost come to a set. “How long do these children work? Seems like their school hours are a whole part-time job.” before you could laugh at your inner joke, you heard the loud door creak open before the kids voiced roamed the hallways.

You shifted uncomfortably on your bed, knowing that they knew you arrived. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to meet them. You just didn’t want to do the same cycle of meeting new friends again - it was a hassle and you were fine with the ones you had in America. You took a deep breath trying to regain your thoughts, “They won’t even know I’m here. It’s alright.” you repeated to yourself trying to make the anxiety slowly creep up disappear.

“Yeah she’s here now stop asking me about her, you wanna talk to her go right there.” you heard the familiar huffed voice described as Bakugous. You could tell he pointed towards your dorm the way a teenage girl laughed, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer towards your room. “Shit.” you jumped off the bed, fixing your hair making sure to make a good impression no matter who it may be. That’s when the footsteps stopped, and a light knock was met at your door.

you opened the door to a girl squealing, “Hi!” a curly haired girl engulfed you into a hug making you step back giggling at her eagerness, “Hey! your hair smells nice.” you hugged her back, finally stepping back to get a look of her. Her hair was the same color as her skin - pink, that you could only assume was the cause of her quirk. However, she did have black features that made you believe she was Blasian.

“Mina stop harassing the new girl! it’s only her first day. Hello I’m Momo!” A black haired girl came waving her hand at you, she looked beautiful - you were almost intimidated by her stunning features feeling a tad insecure once side by side.

“Oh no worries!” you giggled sitting on the edge of your bed motioning for them to come in more. “How’s your first day been?” Mina sat at the other edge of your bed looking at you with huge eyes, “Honestly, kind of boring. also confusing since this place is huge. Way bigger than the schools in America” you motioned towards out your door foreshadowing the commons room.

“America? that’s where you’re from?” Momo chimed in walking towards your desk chair to sit down. You nodded, “Mhm, California.” Mina gasped - “California! You’re so lucky!” you laughed at her bubbly attitude that was a bit similar to your bestfriends at home. “Trust me you wouldn’t want to be there, I’m here for a reason aren’t I” you smirked nudging her shoulder slightly.

“ Wow, How long will you be staying?” “One year.” you shrugged looking off in your dorm window. “Well I hope you love it here, hopefully become a pro.” Momo smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her persona. Before you could speak again you heard a knock on your door and small murmurs behind your door, Momo opened the door slightly, only hearing a faint “Yall better not embarrass me. I’m serious” before she opened the door all the way to the boys.

“Shut the hell up Momo.” one yellow haired boy lightheartedly says before leaning on your wall and catching your eyes. “Hey! I’m sero and this is Denki. Nice to meet you.” Sero extended his hand to yours to shake, “Wassup Sero, Hi Denki.” you smiled at the other boy.

“Damn, so this is why Bakugo didn’t want to show you off huh.” Denki came closer to you, taking in your features. “Or he just don’t like me” you scoffed thinking about his arrogant characteristics from Sunday. “Well that’s good, less people to compete against.” Denki sat next to you on the edge of your bed fully focused onto you. You smiled taking observations to his flirtatious personality.

No matter Denki giving you his full and undivided attention, Sero caught your eye the moment he walked in the door. You looked Sero up and down, his outfit caught your full attention. He wore the UA uniform required yet paired with grey Jordans and a silver chain dangling from his neck, it was no understatement that he was a very attractive boy. “Why you standing there all quiet, Sero? you obviously came up here for something.” you jokingly stated - trying to start some conversation with the boy.

“Tried to see if you were really what all the hype was about.” He shrugged coming up near you to overpower your figure, your heart raced as he looked down upon you smirking, he knows he fine chile. “They were definitely right.” He smirked looking at you with low eyes.

“Y’all are the most flirtatious boys I know. Swear I can’t take yall no where.” Momo grabbed the two boys by their collard shirts making them groan in displeasure earning a laugh from you - only to make them groan in embarrassement.

“Bye boys.” you wave them off as Momo literally kicked them out your dorm, before closing it in front of them. “I like you” you pointed to her, making her eyes widen, while her cheeks grew into a blush before smiling. “Now how did you make a better impression than me and I came here first.” Mina flopped onto your bed frowning. “Don’t worry girl I like you too.” you slapped her thigh in a friendly manner.

“Alright you two enough talking, get back to your dorms. You all have a long day tomorrow.” Aizawa yelled through the door with his usual tired voice before shuffling off to his room closing the door. “Guess I’ll see you tommorow [Y/N]!” Mina skipped off towards your door “Yes! see you tomorrow” Momo opened the door looking back once more “Bye boo’s!” you called out before the closed your door.

You turned on your led lights in substitute for the harsh lighting in your dorm, shuffling off into your bed. you looked off onto your wall looking at the pictures you stuck to them, “Damn, I miss you Imani” your hand grazed upon the picture of you and Imani sticking up the middle finger to a flashing camera with your phones in one hand and a red cup in the other - a party you both went to knowing damn well you weren’t supposed to be there.

You turned towards the other way of your bed shutting your eyes - anticipating for the long day ahead of you, and meeting the rest of your class tomorrow morning.

👩🏽‍💻: y’all fw y/n being bisexual orrr? or do y’all want scandals? tell me now😁

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goineedsleep · 3 years

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i am cursed, and also delusional

i got sick recently(not covid, i am a fully vaccinated bitch), so i'm writing this on caffeine and pain

i hope you enjoy the shitshow

-trials of octopath is todays awful fusion idea

-for those of you unaware of trials of manas existence, it's a lot like octopath(and vice versa). trials is a game where you pick 3 characters out of 6 possible options to play as, and the story changes drastically depending on who's in your party. im' gonna have to cut a couple of the octopaths to fit this AU, but i'll be putting them elsewhere- you'll see them eventually

-i'm not even getting into story pairs! every two characters in trials of mana has the same final boss. if you put two characters together who have the same story(say, the fighter/duran or the mage/angela), it gives more information on those characters and their shared story.

-we have olberic the fighter(replacing duran) first. after an invasion of his home, he trusts erhardt with protecting it while he chases after the perpetrator

-then there's cyrus the mage(replacing angela)- he is the prestiged son of a famed scholar. he cannot use the same powerful magic his father could, and thus is chosen to be executed by him. cyrus unleashes enough magical power to teleport out of that situation(this happens in-game), and runs away to seek guidance from the Archbishop of the Church of the Sacred Flame.

-now we have therion the thief. he is a close friend of the leader of the Thieves Guild of the Ravuses, a man known as Heathcote. Darius, an "old friend " of his, saved Heathcotes life from being missing. this results in Heathcote acting very weird from the day he returns- at least, if you ask therion. Heathcote has never expressed the want to start a nation and invade another country until now! he gets help from Heathcotes son, the doctor of their group, to find out what's going on with Heathcote. It turns out... that Darius is using mind control to manipulate Heathcote to follow his bidding. man come on therion was just starting to not punch you in the face every night just when you were about to fall asleep again

-Darius uses dark magic to seal Alfyn away to another realm, and frames Therion for the kidnapping. Therion can't tell the truth about the situation either or kill Darius- Cordelia, Alfyns little sister, will die as well if he even dares due to a cursed article of clothing given to her by Darius.

-luckily for him, Tressa has mercy on him a couple months later and breaks him out of jail. therion decides to investigate the curse in order to find out how to stab Darius in the most affective way imaginable. Also to save Cordelia, but that isn't his priority at the moment

-now we have the warrior princess Primrose

-she's the captain of the woman-led guard of the country of Azelhart

-her mother died during childbirth whilst giving birth to her little sister tressa, and so she decided to take care of her to the best of her ability. her father is very proud of her for taking charge like this, but he still is the parent in this version. he is the one that technically raised tressa since I do not want to force primrose to parent someone when she's like 6

-primrose was just a dedicated babysitter

-she wants tressa to practice her dancing, and when she finds her she's being held at knifepoint by 2 thieves. the barrier protecting Azelhart from enemy forces is broken, tressa is kidnapped, and -Azelhart is no more. Now Primrose is no princess or noble- she's just Primrose

-She goes to the Priest of Light so she can pray for forgiveness from Aelfric before she kills all of the Ravus thieves guild

-H'aanit is the princess of the werewolves. they've been oppressed and marginalized by humans for years, so they've taken up the forest as their home. she's a hunter like most of them are, yet she's never been able to harness the power of her bloodline: it may be due to her being half-human, but she's never been capable of transforming into a beast like her brethren.

-she meets the snow leopard Linde in front of her dead mothers corpse, and starts feeding it

-she has a new pet now -linde and herself work together and they sometimes do better than full-blooded werewolves when they work together

-Z'aanta forms an alliance with Mattias, a man who's worked with the Church of the Sacred Flame a million times -immediately following the forming of this alliance Linde attempts to kill H'aanit -H'aanit doesn't wish to hurt her friend, but she has no choice: she turns into a werewolf for the first time in her life and loses control of her thoughts in her despair

-oh welp the cat's dead(I'M SO SORRY LINDE YOU ARE A VERY GOOD KITTY) -H'aanit heads back home to cry for a minute... then she overhears Mattias admitting that he killed her cat -H'aanit attempts to attack him, and then gets yeeted to Jadd -good job ham, you complete and utter pokemon trainer

-last up, we've got ophilia -she's the adoptive daughter of the Archbishop of the Sacred Flame -she hears Lianna's gonna be going somewhere, she gets an awful vision of Lianna never being seen again following this mission, and goes with her in secret -Lianna gets kidnapped regardless by Mattias -so ophilia decides to find this guy and punch him in the face

-alright that's all of the character backstories

-THANK GOD

-all of these people(save alfyn and tressa, who is being held hostage by the ravus thieves guild) go to jadd first- h'aanit is yeeted there by mattias

-h'aanit notices that her people are invading this town and will be invading Flamesgrace- her next goal is to stop this -olberic wants to stop this as well, so he and h'aanit team up first

-Primrose looks for Tressa in some desperate search, and meets Cyrus during this search. they decide to journey together to Wendel, figuring going together would be better than being alone -they think it's a dumb idea to fight the beastmen, so they decide to escape at night like the bartender suggested

-ophilia finds therion at the bar while looking for food, and overhears his story while she eats soup and bread -she leads him to Wendel, wanting to do help another adventurer before she goes off into the unknown herself

-olberic and h'aanit free the town from beastmen and go to the cavern that leads to flamesgrace(which i am going to keep calling Wendel on accident because that's what it is in trials, srry) -they get there and there's a barrier -archbishop put it up to protect them from the beastmen, and then h'aanit and olberic find the lakeside town of astoria -the villagers keep mentioning how a divine light has started appearing in the area, and olberic shrugs it off and takes a very long nap. the poor man is very tired -ophilia and therion head there as well and follow the light to where it falls- ophilia touches this flame and has to fight a giant robot w/ therion -they win, and ophilia doesn't see it anymore -she shrugs and heads back to astoria, where beastmen have wrecked the town. it is g o n e -ophilia holds a memorial service for them, where she tells therion about how she's a cleric of the Sacred Flame -therion shrugs and suggests they keep going. they don't have much time before it's day and the beastmen attempt to attack Flamesgrace, too

-h'aanit, olberic, cyrus and primrose are having a picnic at the barrier when ophilia and therion arrive -ophilia attempts charging into the barrier, and then it sets on fire and they can all go through -after a long and awkward icebreaker, they all decide to travel together. it's pretty dangerous out there anyways, with the beastmen attacking and atlasdams rumored invasion of Hornburg. the ravus nation is also a major worry, therion reminds them, but they arent' gonna be in the area for a while

-these guys make it to flamesgrace to receive advice on what's coming next -olberic is told to become stronger before challenging atlasdam, and not to do so alone. he continues being in the group due to this -cyrus is told to learn how to understand his emotions- magic is not the forms they teach at school, but rather what comes from the heart. he decides to accompany the travelers so he can escape imprisonment by atlasdam forces -therion first learns of how the dimension Alfyn's been tossed into is inaccessible by humans. it is the birthplace of galdera, and is a realm of which sinners reside after they've lived their lives. Alfyn is probably not going to last very long in this realm- he's as good as dead -therion is then told of how ancient and deadly of a magic the cursed choker is, and that darius is not human. what he is is a mystery, and to save cordelia he must find the sword of aelfric. he cannot save alfyn, so he may as well save his sister -primrose is advised to find her sister and that if she chooses to destroy the ravus nation, aelfric will not support her actions, though they are understandable. if she finds the Sword of Aelfric, she may gain the power she needs to destroy the Ravus nation. -h'aanit is told that Linde will live on through her, and that Mattias is a warlock of Galderas. he has been rejected by the Order of the Sacred Flame as a result, though he does lie very affectively. to save the Kingdom of S'warkii, she must take down Mattias. and since mattias is going after the Sword of Aelfric she may as well accompany Ophilia and make Mattias's efforts worth nothing at all -ophilia is told to find Lianna, since she has been chosen by the Ember. she is now the only person who can rise the Sword of Aelfric from its resting place

-the Sword of Aelfric is hidden within the Sanctuary of Aelfric, which needs an insane amount of power to be opened. normally this power can be leached from the Aelfric Stones, but doing so could let loose ancient and terrible demons. therefore, the 8 gods that reside next to these stones need to be called upon in order to open the portal to the Sanctuary. -Therion suggests going after Aelfric first, since he's the closest one to them. after that, they need to find someone who knows where the rest of them are and also how to get there -they all agree that it's a good plan, but cyrus brings up that the Aelfric Stones each belong to a specific nation or people. going there and borrowing the gods power would be going after large civilizations that have grown around these stones -olberic suggests that they plan this out later, when they have more information and time -they all agree and go ahead to find the first of 8 gods

#trials of mana #octopath traveler #olberus #will happen eventually trust me #i am trash like that

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winterstormathena · 7 years

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I know like, realistically, you can't have good drives/rides all the time but like. Id really like to have a good drive soon because the last couple times I've driven I wanted to shoot myself immediately after because I cant move my pony's shoulders over :-)

#tw death mention #I guess #I'm not so savvy on these tags #srry #I'm frustrated with my driving #I'm not good enough at it and I want to be great at it #I'll never be the rider I wanted to be so I'd like to be the driver I want to be but I'm stuck and I'm frustrated #I lost my confidence after I left my old job #now I've got like nothing going for me lmfao #which is a lie but I have no motivation to follow through with most anything and driving has been frustrating idfk #tw suicide mention

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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without a doubt

rowan x lorcan, modern au, yulemas au, word count: 2098

“Darling, please,” his boyfriend laughs, “stop pouting.”

Rowan frowns and tucks his chin into the collar of his hoodie. Lorcan’s hoodie, actually. “I am not pouting. I’m upset.”

Through the screen of the laptop, Lorcan’s image is grainy. His smile dims slightly, “I know. I’m sorry, Ro. I was really sure that we would be done by now.” He flicks his eyes to the side and the muscles in his sharp jaw feather. His dark brows lower and he mutters, “I never would’ve taken it if I knew I’d be gone this long.”

“I know, my love,” Rowan whispers, subtly wiping away the silver that lines his eyes. “But this is your dream. It’s always been your dream, L. I can’t be the reason you give that all up, you know?”

Lorcan nods, that frown still on his fiercely beautiful face. He looks down and picks at his bedspread, “Yeah, I know.” Quickly, he snaps his head up, his eyes ablaze, “I would though. I’d give it all up for you, if you asked.”

The words rest on the tip of his tongue. Rowan almost blurts them out, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles softly to hide the aching, yearning feeling that never quite dulls. “But I’m not asking you. So you’re stuck there.”

Lorcan laughs humorlessly and his eyes sparkle, “Yeah, I know.” It falls kind of flat. If they were together, Rowan would kiss him and they would forget all about it all. “Oh, I got you your Yulemas gift today. Putting it in the mail tomorrow.”

“Oh, really? Will I like it?” Rowan shifts to lie on his stomach and props his chin up on a ring-laden fist.

“Rowan Whitethorn!” Lorcan gives him an offended look, “When have I ever gotten you something you haven’t liked?”

Rowan laughs and concedes, “You’re right, you’re right. You truly are the gift master.”

“I know,” Lorcan replies smugly. He stretches his bare arms above his head and tucks his hands behind him, his head cradled by his inked biceps. “You’re a very… appreciative receiver.” With his cocky grin, there’s no way to ignore the implication.

An outraged gasp escapes Rowan, “Are you calling me a whore?”

Lorcan laughs, “No, I am not calling you a whore. You can have the qualities of a label and not be the label.”

“You are calling me a whore! Oh my gods, I hate you,” Rowan complains, his green eyes narrowed in warning. “Maybe it’s a good thing you aren’t here ‘cause I could kill you right now.”

“Oh, I love it when you sweet talk me, baby. Reminds me of how you stole my heart.”

Rowan snorts and grabs a pillow to cushion his chin, “I love you. And I wish I could say it in person.”

His boyfriend’s face softens. Lorcan says back, “I love you too and I wish you could hear it for real.”

They smile at each other, eyes filled with longing and reverent adoration. Until hours later, when they both fall asleep without bothering to hang up, they talk about everything and nothing at all. It mends their incomplete souls, even if just for a moment.

☽ ☼ ☾

“Happy Yulemas Eve!”

Rowan smiles and accepts the hug Aelin pulls him into, “Happy Yulemas Eve, Fireheart. Is everyone here already?” He looks over his friend’s head down the front hall of her apartment.

They step back and Aelin nods, “Yeah, they’re all here. Well, almost.”

He nods and steps in, “Yeah… he- he tried, you know, but there wasn’t any way.” Rowan shrugs his coat off and hangs it up. “It’s fine. He promised to call and say ‘hey’ later, during presents.”

The golden-haired woman grins and takes his bag of gifts, “That’ll be nice - we all miss him. Now,” she tucks her hand into his elbow and tugs him in, “come along, there’s lots to do!”

In the open-concept living room, their friends are already there, at varying levels of sobriety. They call out their cheerful greetings as Aelin puts Rowan’s presents beneath the tree. Fenrys surges to his feet, “Rowan!”

Rowan laughs at the sight of his drunken friend, “Hey, bud. How are you doing?”

“I’m very, very, very good,” Fenrys slurs. “Ress is here, did you see?” He casts an adoring look at his boyfriend, who blushes like always. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“I know, Fen,” Rowan says, his bright grin not quite reaching his eyes.

“Oh! Oh no, I’ve upset you,” Fenrys exclaims, his face twisted in wasted anguish. He throws his arms around Rowan and pats the top of his head, “Oh, it’s ok, it’s ok. Lor’s a miserable misan—”

“Ok, Fenrys, why don’t we go somewhere else, hmm?” Lysandra interjects, pulling Fenrys away. She kisses Rowan’s cheek, pushing him to the kitchen like a perfect hostess should. “There’s food and drinks in the kitchen and dinner will be ready in half an hour - help yourself, ‘kay?”

Rowan nods and walks to the kitchen, quietly filling a plate. A petite woman slips up to him, a drink in hand for him, “Hello, Rowan. How are you?”

He smiles as he pops an olive into his mouth, “Hey, El.” Rowan shrugs, “I’m… fine. I’m fine. Really, it’s…”

“Fine?” Elide suggests, a cheeky grin on her heart-shaped face.

“Yeah,” Rowan sighs.

She leans against him, rubbing his back soothingly, “Ok, well, c’mon to the living room and sit with me. Borte and Aelin are going at it again.” Elide pulls him to the couch without waiting for his response.

For a while, Rowan forgets about being alone. Around him, his family talks animatedly, egging the two most chaotic members on as they battle over the finale to some show they’re both obsessed with. The others watch with rapt attention, laughing outrageously at the things Borte and Aelin say.

In a lull of silence, Rowan stands up, “I’m going to step out for a bit. Too warm.” He walks to the balcony as the conversation resumes, albeit much quieter. Everyone turns to their respective partners, whispering soft nothings and laughing at stupid jokes. His breath hitches and Rowan looks to the kitchen just in time to see Lysandra hold a sprig of mistletoe over Aelin’s head and the couple kisses, smiling as they press their lips together.

His chest squeezes painfully tight. Tears burn his eyes and Rowan rushes outside. It’s bitterly cold and the sharp winter wind nips at his face. He sniffles, blowing out a long breath to keep his tears at bay. It’s stupid.

In the pocket of his oversized corduroys, Rowan feels his phone buzz. He hastily pulls it out with clumsy, half-frozen fingers. He expects to see Lorcan’s contact flashing over the screen with a waiting call, but all he sees is a text message.

lover boy <3: srry ro smthng came up

lover boy <3: can’t call tn

lover boy <3: luv u

All his air escapes him in a pathetic, teary exhale. Rowan shakes his head in disbelief and types back quickly.

pretty boy: are you sure? i really miss you

lover boy <3: i’ll call tmrw

lover boy <3: promise

Rowan sighs and replies resignedly.

pretty boy: ok love

pretty boy: i love you too

Rowan shuts his phone off and wipes his eyes, cursing himself for his tears.

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Asks a hissing voice. His ears burn in shame. He’s finally doing what he’s always wanted to - why aren’t you happy for him? He would be happy for you.

Rowan shakes his head to dispel the thoughts and puts his phone in his pocket. He pushes his silver-blond curls off and braces his hands against the railing. After a few minutes, the glass door slides open and someone steps out, “Ro? Is everything alright? We’re going to open gifts now.”

“Y-yeah, everything’s fine. Something came up and Lor can’t call tonight.” He turns, shrugging his shoulder up. “It’s fine.” Rowan drags his red and silver lined eyes up to Aelin’s. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” She steps out and takes his hand, “Come on, we’ve got presents.”

He smiles and lets her pull him inside. He’s ushered to a seat and handed a mug of mulled wine.

Aelin peruses the available gifts and picks a slim box up, “And this one is for Rowan, from his very own lover boy.” She passes it to Rowan who takes it. He traces the tip of his finger over the label, smiling at his boyfriend’s looping handwriting.

Rowan doesn’t bother to be patient and tears into it, not noticing the tittering giggles and scurrying feet behind him. He tosses the wrapping paper to the side and eases the top of the box off.

Whatever’s inside is covered in tissue paper. Rowan carefully opens it, puzzled as he sees a folded slip of paper. He takes it out and glances into the box, but there’s nothing more. “Oh.” He unfolds it and reads it quickly.

turn around - L

Rowan frowns and puts the box down. “What is this?” He looks up and their faces are pink with barely controlled glee. “Guys, what did you do?”

From behind him, he hears a dry, dark chuckle. “Won’t you turn around, my darling?”

A half sob escapes Rowan and he stands up, the note fluttering to the floor as he turns. In the hall, Lorcan stands. He smiles a tired, weary smile, but it’s lazy and easy and golden and Lorcan. “Lor?” Rowan runs towards him, crashing into his boyfriend. He clutches at the back of Lorcan’s jacket, his smile blinding.

Lorcan laughs quietly and pulls Rowan close, his big arms around the green-eyed man’s waist, “Hey, Ro.”

“Hi,” Rowan whispers, tears caught in his lashes. “Are you really here?” He lifts his head, eyes searching Lorcan’s face.

Instead of answering, Lorcan closes the distance between them and kisses Rowan deeply. Rowan melts into the embrace and softly sighs his boyfriend’s name, slim fingers sliding into dark hair.

“Good gods, get a room already,” Aelin heckles cheerily.

Lorcan bites Rowan’s lower lip and flips Aelin off as he slides his tongue over Rowan’s. Rowan hums sweetly and pulls away, his lip tucked between his teeth, “What are you doing here? What about work?”

“I quit,” Lorcan says proudly, his eyes bright.

Rowan gapes at him and pushes his boyfriend backwards, “You what? Lorcan!” He smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder, “You love that job. Oh my gods, you did this for me, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

Lorcan grins widely, tugging Rowan back into his arms, “I’m sorry, pretty boy, but I did. No matter how much I liked it, I couldn’t be without you for that long.”

“But,” Rowan makes a helpless gesture, not entirely sure why he’s fighting this, “you love that job.”

“Yeah,” Lorcan bumps the tip of his cold nose into Rowan’s and pecks his lips, “but I love you more. I couldn’t enjoy it ‘cause I was missing you all the time.”

Rowan can’t articulate everything he wants to say, so he hopes his kiss does it for him, “I love you so much. So much, love.” He lazily cradles the back of Lorcan’s head.

“Hellas below, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear that for real,” Lorcan murmurs. “I love love love you.”

Behind them, their friends start to catcall and whistle in appreciation. They break apart, cheeks burning and lips love-bitten. Reluctantly, the couple walks into the living room. Rowan sits down in the oversized armchair and picks up his drink. As Lorcan goes around, saying hello to everyone, Aelin perches herself on the arm of Rowan’s seat and toys with his light curls, “So, how do you like your gift?”

“You- this was you? You did this for me?”

“Oh,” she laughs merrily, “I wish I could take credit for it, but I only helped with the getting him here. This idea was all your mans.” Aelin tilts her head to the side, “Best Yulemas ever?”

Rowan looks up to find Lorcan already looking his way. The dark-haired man walks over to him and bumps Aelin out of the way with an expert hip check, “What are you two talking about?” Lorcan sits down beside Rowan and slides his hand into the hair at the back of Rowan’s head.

Rowan rests his chin on Lorcan’s shoulder and kisses the skin beneath his jaw, “This being the best Yulemas ever.”

“Really? That good, hmm?”

“Mmm,” Rowan smiles and kisses him softly, “without a doubt.” He nuzzles his nose against Lorcan’s, “Best Yulemas ever.”

☽ ☼ ☾

an: this is the first of a few fun lil holiday ficlets i’ve got planned & i hope u enjoy 😊

@mythicaitt @ladyverena @empress-ofbloodshed @ladywitchling @darklesmylove @shyvioletcat @the-regal-warrior @theoverlyenthusiasticwriter @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln @thewayshedreamed @sassyhobbits @tswaney17

#aren't they cute !!#rowcan #rowan x lorcan #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #isa writes gay shit #nalgenewhore

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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sʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ! sʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ! sʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ!

okay so let’s get into some song character scenarios!!! 🎼💗💫 ps: i’m sending this to you again because I don’t think you got it the first tim ro sent it :( but super srry if i’m sending it twice! 🥺💗

rules || you listen to the song and based on the characters I give you m, place a simple scenario for each and everyone!

song || mirrored heart by fka twigs

characters || ransom drysdale, andy barber, steve rogers

scenario’s per character || you pick! 💕💕💕

omg wait but the fact that i played this song on repeat for a whole month 🥺🥺🥺💞💞and i didn’t get two of these i think the first just got lost!! 💘💘 also i did nottt watch defending jacob 😬 so ima make it up for andy

warnings: angst!! all of these have angst, one has a briefff mention of sex and the other is just a reg mention

RANSOM DRYSDALE

“it’s all for the lovers trying to fuck away the pain.”

it’s just one more hard thrust and he’ll bring you both to an overdue climax. in the moment that ransom has, just a split-second to think to himself, he does just that. while he’s buried inside you, your face pressed against a pillow to suppress any noises—although they drove ransom wild—he thought to himself.

was there any reasoning for what he was doing? most likely not, but if he were to confess any feelings he had, ransom was sure you’d never show your face around him again. rightfully so, since you knew who he was and was smart enough to stay away. but that didn’t you couldn’t have a few nights of fun. ransom had agreed and you’d even offered to form a contract as a joke, but he had only grumbled in response and was quick to start stripping you of your clothes.

there was a physical pain in his chest whenever his mind would flash to you. was knowing that you could never be his supposed to hurt? never having been loved himself or having to show love to anyone else, so perhaps that part was a bit frightening to him.

ransom was literally and metaphorically fucked. here you were, naked in all of your glory, in front of him like it was nothing. the most beautiful woman on the planet and he wasn’t supposed to fall in...love? fuck, that.

he pushes his lips towards yours, engulfing your moan into his throat and silencing any sounds you could make in protest. there weren’t any signs of affection to be shown when you two were together because there was no affection—supposedly. ransom doesn’t break the kiss either. he pushes the last thrust, spilling himself inside you and letting himself reveal a groan that came deep from his chest. it was strange to hear any sort of noise come from him considering that he always kept silent during these midnight meetings you two had.

his lips were still connected to yours—you weren’t exactly complaining but it wasn’t how you were planning your night to go—until he pulled himself away from you. the air that hit your skin when he distanced himself was cold and you slightly shivered, but it was soon replaced by the heat of his naked chest. you didn’t budge underneath him.

instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close while he sobbed, because ransom knew that the feeling was unrequited.

ANDY BARBER

“though i’m probably gonna think about you all the time.”

his fingers were delicately wrapped around a pen, holding the ballpoint inches away from the paper. two seconds of his time, a small scribble, and no more were you his. no more nights of holding each other until sleep came, no more breakfasts in bed, no more sudden vacations to the woods or the lake.

andy has lost his son and wife. and somehow—in the midst of his alcohol-induced rants and panicked episodes—he had found you. a rock to find comfort and shelter on in the middle of an unforgiving ocean. that’s what you were.

it was almost cathartic really. you were some sort of therapeutic relief to him and he was just lucky you loved him back. never, never could he replace jacob, andy wouldn’t even try. and it pained him to even think about replacing laurie, but you were so much than a replacement. you were something incredibly new to him that andy felt...young again.

and now, you had jsut filed for a divorce. gone, just like laurie and just like jacob. hed proposed in a silly way but you knew that with given history he wouldn’t offer much and it was enough for you. you weren’t a girl that needed everything in the world—as long as you had a man who was loyal and loving, a home to live in, and a job that paid well, you couldn’t ask for more.

so why were you leaving him? wasn’t he that loyal and loving man?

his hand was frozen above the paper and your lawyer cleared her voice, bringing andy back to the sick reality he was growing tired of. jacob would’ve been about 20 now. laurie would still be his wife. he never would’ve met you and everything would he just fine.

but andy didn’t regret one part of it.

STEVE ROGERS

“they just remind me i’m without you.”

he was with her now and that was all that was important. he had lived a lifetime, hopefully cherished it, and although she had passed long ago by now, he still had children, grandchildren even, to tell his story to.

you were with no one and that didn’t seem important at all. your steve was no longer yours and there was nothing you could do. he was a wrinkle-eyed man with white hair and a quakey voice. you were a young girl and you were now alone.

at first, you had refused to speak to him. but it was strange to see a man you loved with all your heart one second, and then the next to see him with eyes full of experience. steve had lived his life, only it was with someone else and that shattered your heart. he seemed kind and wise in your conversation, and hed even held your hand, but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t the way he’d held it after a long mission or when you came back after 5 years. he held it like a grandfather watching over you.

you’d tried to pursue others. he had even encouraged it and when you had your second conversation, he asked if you had met anyone. you tried to tell him yes, but how stupid of you to think that steve rogers—a man you loved for years and knew by heart—would see through a lie.

in all honesty, you didn’t want love anymore. you didn’t want a relationship with anyone and you were perfectly content with being by yourself. you didn’t even want steve, but it still hurt to think that there was a woman he loved more.

ergo, the mindless nights spent with someone else in your bed. you would either be high off of a joint, drunk off of wine, or completely sober, but it was a strict rule that your guest would always leave before nine in the morning. and the best part was that steve didn’t need to know about your reckless behavior. he was happy living in a suburban home, sitting on his front poarch, reading a book or drinking tea.

but no one was steve rogers to you. no man touched you like he did or even treated you like he did. two years after he’d returned gray-haired, you received an invitation...to a funeral. and if that wasn’t the worst day of your life, you weren’t sure what was. but it was on that day, that you realized you would truly never see your steve. no more cuddles in the avengers compound with the young him or walks throughout his new neighborhood with the old him.

he was truly, irrevocably gone.

#FUCK WHYD I DO THIS #IM SORRY #IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO TURN THAT SAD #rosie! 🌹✨💞#1k celebration!#i’m sorry this took so long dkfjdksk #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale angst #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber angst #andy barber x reader

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minteyedoll · 4 years

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Hi there! Could I get the RFA (minus Yoosung, plus Saeran and Vanderwood if you write for him!) with an MC who's always wanting to play with their hair? Please and thank you! 💞😳

Hello!!! I'm going to insert Yoosung because he my baby, but you can just skip it tbh, anyway srry for the wait I wrote this a couple times and then my mouse stopped working but I really hope you enjoy it anyways PD: Tumblr has been cutting my post to the ask and then the keep reading, idk what is happening bc it only does that with certain posts :///

RFA+Saeran+Vanderwood with an MC who always plays with their hair

*Yoosung*

Once he dozed off while studying and he woke up to you playing with the strands of hair that were hanging around his face.

He immediately feels the blood rush to his face and he got up so fast it took it a good minute to get his head to stop spinning around

from that day on, he will pretend to be sleeping sometimes in hopes that would play with his hair again

There were other times when you will touch his hair out of the blue just to point out that his roots were growing again, and he always takes that opportunity to ask if you can help him dye them again

It has become kind of your job to be Yoosung's hairstylist

It distracts him so much when you play with his hair, and you know that, so you better avoid it if you want him to drop out

But it works great when cuddling with him as the small spoon after finals, he just loves it when you make small braids with the longer parts of his hair and just make him feel so close to you

*Zen*

I've heard some people say that he is really picky when it comes to his hair, but I actually think that he actually enjoys it a loot when you play with it

He knows his hair is perfect, but since he realized how much you liked to lay with his hair, he started to take extra care of it.

Until it eventually became part of your weekly routine to incorporate it into your self-care list, with both of you in face and hair mask and/or brushing each other's hair

He used to braid his hair before going to sleep, but once he forgot to do it and woke up to you brushing his hair lightly with your fingers and he couldn't help but smile and caught your hand in his hair and placed his lips on your fingers before letting you keep brushing his hair

I will not lie, there have been a couple of times when his hair gets tangled in you or if you have long hair, both of your heads will be tangled during the night

However, he will gently stop you if you are playing with it in ways it could get seriously tangled or damaged.

*Jaehee*

Don't touch her when she is in Assistant Kang mode, it's not that she doesn't like it, she just wants to get over with all the reports and spend some time with you. But she can't if you keep messing with her hair like that

She will stop you from touching her hair in the mornings after she is ready for work because it always ends up being a mess again

However, she really likes to get home late at night and find you so you can massage her head and get rid of all the memories of Jumin saying nonsense

After quitting her assistant job and growing her hair again, she always asked you to brush it for her, she didn't do that for a long time and it felt a thousand times better when you did it

But she will also ask you not to play with her hair in the coffee shop, and well... that's totally understandable. But when the shop is closed and she is trying to relax, is nice to go behind her and play with any stray strand of hair

*Jumin*

The only people that have ever dared to touch his hair as a grown man were women like Sarah who didn't know boundaries and had no shame at all

So the first time you reached to his hair was once he was reading to you and you wanted to take one of Elizabeth's fur that got stuck in his hair

He kept his composure at the time, but those small moments when your fingers were dancing around his head were the ones he would go back to when the day threw so many things at him.

It is almost canon that he likes to be the big spoon, but there are days when he just wants to make himself small, so he fits into your arms and you can play with his hair all you want and he can rest.

He won't admit it, but he really enjoys when you try to reach for his hair in public, but he will always play it off with a smile and hold your hand in his so you can't keep grabbing his hair around others

*Saeyoung*

The first time that you sneaked from behind him while he was working only to play with his hair, you almost die.

Remember that he is very used to always be in alert and defend himself. So it took him some time to adapt to the affection he suddenly receives from you

However, when he is finally done with work or just feels really tired and craves your attention he will wear his cat ears and crawl into your lap to purr

"I didn't know we had a cat"

"the cat 707 wants attention uwu"

If you like to braid his hair or tie him into mini tails he will refuse to undo them and will walk around the life like that and spam the chat room with photos of it until Vanderwood tells him to go back to work

*Saeran*

When everything started to get back into place and life seemed to smile at him for the first time, the nightmares came back

At first, they came only once in a while, but as they became more frequent he will be more and more tired

One day you noticed and insisted on staying with him while he took a nap, he was visibly scared to sleep, but he accepted your offer regardless.

His body was so tense and he didn't know how to relax despite being terribly tired until you started playing with his hair

First just brushing it lightly with your fingers, then grabbing some strands of white and twist them just enough to not hurt him, and maybe make little patterns in the root of his hair now and there until he started to feel lighter and relax to your touch

I would be lying if I didn't say that he stayed there sleeping for HOURS to recover for all the lost rest. Both Saeyoung and Vanderwood refused to help you free from that man sleeping above you, so you had to stay there and mess your sleep schedule for 10 hours

*V*

Before he gets his surgery, your presence around him was the more comforting sensation for him, and feeling your hands so close to him brought him a sense of protection he logged so bad for

Sometimes when he is laying alone and you are not around, he will grab one of the strands that fly above his eyes and twist it a little bit to remember your fingers playing around hid head while a soft smile paints his face a light shade of pink

He also loves to play with your hair, so somedays you'll have to decide who gets to be the big spoon and brush the other to sleep

He has a lot of photos of you playing with his hair because even if they are difficult to take, it just brings him so many good memories and he just can't resist to try and capture the sensations your gift to him in those moments

*Vanderwood*

As with Saeyoung, you can't afford to suddenly touch him or surprise him with a hug because his first reaction will be to get away from you and prepare for a fight

So will have to ask him first if you can play with hair, to which what he will be very confused at first "You want to what??... well, yeah I suppose you can just don't do any weird stuff"

Sometimes you like to braid his hair and well, maybeeee you forget to undo the braids and he ends up walking with a couple of braids on the back of his hair

Nobody dares to tell him, and it's nor like he hasn't noticed yet, he just likes to leave them on until they come off themselves, it reminds him of you and also gives him an excuse to go back to you

"oi, this thing came off, braid it again...please"

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