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beat-the-morning · 5 months

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AFTER-CONCERT FEAST

Rating: +18

Relationships: Hozier/Reader

Contents: no y/n, oral sex (f! recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, accidental orgasm, (by this I mean he starts mindlessly humping the couch

Word count: 1.7k

SUMMARY: After Hozier, your boyfriend, calls you backstage after a concert he eats you out like a starving man and cums after mindlessly dry humping the couch while doing so.

Fic under the cut💜

The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.

“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.

“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.

Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”

“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.

“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”

“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him

“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”

“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.

“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”

“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.

“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.

“You definitely are.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.

Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.

You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.

Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”

“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.

You nodded, he smiled.

He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.

You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.

He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.

He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.

You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.

He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.

“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”

“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.

“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.

“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.

“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”

“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.

“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.

“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”

“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”

“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.

“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.

“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.

“You're lucky I do.”

“I know.”

#hozier #hozier fanfiction #hozier fic #hozier smut #hozier x reader #mornfic #andrew hozier byrne

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koishiro · 10 months

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Satoru Gojo 五条悟

Congratulations, you’ll never be alone again!

He would be infatuated with you

This man (boy) would not hesitate to embarrass himself in front of you

And by that I mean;

He would trip himself up, walk into a door, accidentally bump into you…

He would do the stupidest things all to get your attention

And if it was back when he was a student, I can imagine him calling out a teacher on a mistake or having a smart remark so he could see your smile, especially if it was from his doings

He’d still do that as a teacher himself actually

And if it was valentines?

Expect your desk to be covered in an array of heart shaped chocolate boxes, flower bouquets and many cards

He’d probably include expensive things as well like bracelets, rings, necklaces and earrings

Even if it wasn’t valentines and it was just any other day he’d either leave a note on your desk or a bag of mochi

Be grateful he didn’t devour that shit on the way

And during training?

He could be in the middle of training his students when he’d suddenly stop and just stare at you walking past

Either that or he would show tf off

There’s no inbetween

Poor Yuji, Megumi and Nobara would walk back to their dorms black and blue

He would beg the higher ups to assign you missions together

And you best know he’s going to pick on you

If you’re short? You’re now a portable headrest

If you’re tall? How’s the weather?

“Oh! My little Mochi! How are we today hm? Would you like to know where I was yesterday - I’ll tell you anyway, I happened to stumble upon a sweet shop and found some kikufuku and they had that flavour you like so much so out of the kindness of my heart I thought to buy you some!”

Suguru Geto 下戸傑

You wouldn’t even know this man has a crush on you, he’s that chill

You’d just think he’s really friendly

But saying that, he’d try and spend more time around you

You need to go shopping? He’ll be there to carry your bags

You can’t sleep at 3 in the morning? He’ll be at your door in 5 minutes

And he would (unknowingly to him) take such good care of you

And this man is smooth af while doing it

You’re both walking down a busy street? He’ll have his hand on your lower back

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost now would we?”

Walking next to the road? Not with him around

You’re cold? Here, have his jacket

If you’re both in a room full of people his eyes will automatically search for you, making sure you’re okay and not uncomfortable

And you best know he’ll be right behind you if you are

If someone cuts you off halfway through your sentence? Geto would stare that mf down until they shut up and motions for you to continue

“Stay close to me, there are too many men here staring at you. Can’t let them get any ideas now can we? Unless that’s what you want hm? I’d be forced to change your mind otherwise”

Itadori Yuji いたどりゆうじ

He’d be so nervous around you 🥹

He’s a blushing mess every time you step into the same room as him

Impossibile for him to keep his eyes off you

He just stares at you and smiles :)

But god forgive if you make contact with him-

He passes you a work sheet or a book and you brush fingers? He’ll drop everything

Continues to try and save himself which turns out to be futile considering he can’t stop stuttering out an apology

He’d also overthink every and any interaction you have with each other

That brush of fingers earlier? Was that a sign? Should he do something to confirm this? Eye contact? Should he make eye contact?

He’ll even leave cute little trinkets on your desk that he thought you’d like from his trips

And seeing you smile at that silly little note he left on your desk makes his entire week

Would definitely try and show you how strong he is 110%

You’re walking past the training field?

He’s there lifting Panda with one hand

“O-oh Y/n! What are you doing here? You look really pretty today! - not that you don’t everyday! I just mean that you look extra pretty today but you look extra pretty all the time, I’m running out of compliments…”

Fushiguro Megumi 伏黒恵

Like Suguru, you wouldn’t even know Megumi has a crush on you

…If it wasn’t for Yuji and Nobara of course

Oh hey, I have post on that-

You’re walking past him in the halls? Nobara and Yuji are there poking him and whispering (which probably shouldn’t count as whispering)

“Oh Megumi~ Don’t look now but someone you like is walking behind you~”

Which resulted in the both getting smacked upside the head

And if Gojo caught wind of this?

Gojo would leave bags of mochi or little notes saying how pretty you looked that day and sign it from your beloved Megumi

He’d even try and give ‘parental’ advice

That didn’t end well

I can imagine you walking up to him with the mochi and card in hand to kiss his cheek as a thank you which left him a flustered mess

He just holds his cheek with a straight face as you walk off 😌

Moving on though,

He’d be such a gentleman-

He’d lay his jacket on top of your legs if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt

And if you’re cold? Have his jacket

He notices you didn’t get much sleep that night? Oh look an energy drink magically appeared on your desk

You’re sad? He’ll summon his Divine Dogs

But don’t bring this to his attention, he’ll deny everything

“Hm? You received mochi on your desk? How should I know? - why are you looking at me like that? What are you - oh… yeah, must’ve slipped my mind”

Kugisaki Nobara 釘崎野薔薇

It’d be pretty obvious she likes you

If everyone’s talking over you or you have something to say she’ll have no hesitation in screaming at everyone to shut up

“EVERYONE SHUT UP! Y/N HAS SOMETHING TO SAY THAT I’M SURE ALL OF YOU ARE DYING TO KNOW SO LISTEN UP! …Go on Y/n”

You’re going on every shopping trip she has, which is near daily so good luck 🫡

But don’t worry, she won’t make you carry all her bags no no no

That’s for Yuji and Megumi to deal with

And those shopping trips will lead to sleepovers

Which will lead to her styling your outfits for the next month

Which will then lead to her mixing her clothes with yours justifying it by saying it goes better than any of your other ones

A subtle claim but one nonetheless

She would show you off like it’s nobodies business (except it is)

“Everyone! Look at my partner!! Look how hot they are - HEY DONT YOU CALL THEM HOT! THATS MY JOB”

You have social media? She already follows you

She would drool over every picture

Comments, hearts, the whole shabang

And let’s not forget the daily compliments of course

She’d somehow know if you’re wearing a different shade of lipgloss that day

Or if you’ve changed the colour of your nails

“Ahh you look so pretty today! Your eyeshadow is so cute!! Wait is that my top? Didn’t I tell you it would go well with your skirt, I’m always right! You should keep it, it suits you better anyway”

Toji 杜氏

How in the world did you pull this guy?

He’d be cocky af though

You might not know but if you tell him something about yourself or something you like he’ll have it ingrained into his brain while at the same time pretending not to give two fucks

Like I can imagine him seeing something you mentioned in a previous conversation in a shop window and buys it, gives it to you and says;

“I bought too much so I thought I’d give you the rest.”

“But it’s wrapped?”

“…It came like that”

Mhm sure

And if you asked his opinion on a certain outfit he’d definitely say;

“Who cares? Wear whatever you want, I cant fight”

Okay daddy-

He’d be such a bodyguard though, you cannot convince me otherwise

Like Geto he’d stand behind you to silently let them know you’re off limits

Even though you’re not dating he’d still have a possessive hand around your waist idc

“Why you gotta look like that hm? Always lookin’ so pretty for me. You tryna get their attention or something? Bet that’s what you want huh, want me to show them who you really belong to isn’t that right”

Zen’in Maki┊禪院真希

First off, I’m jealous but okay moving on

She’d be a low-key soft tsundere

Lemme explain,

This girl is a strong independent woman who gives no shits whatsoever and also has a very high wall built to hide her emotions and to keep you tf out

Therefore!, she’d pick on you (and no one else) in the nicest way possible

“Where do you think you’re going wearing that, a circus? You look like an idiot… but a cute idiot I guess…”

My heart-

And if you’d tease her back she’d just push your face away and walk in the opposite direction

She’d probably let you wear her glasses if you ask nicely

She’d even volunteer to help you train just so she can spend more time with you 🥹

Would purposely make you flustered no doubt in my mind (wouldn’t even have to try)

During practice she’d trip you up and land on you CENTIMETRES away from your face and just smirk

Ahahdbjsmke

She’d grin at anything cute you do

You’re doing a lil happy dance while eating? She’s there staring at you with a small grin

You’re pouting because something didn’t go your way? She’ll just tilt her head and smile

“You always look so cute when you do that little dance of yours, what’s got you so happy huh? Wanna tell me so you do that cute dance again? Go on, don’t be shy now”

Inumaki Toge 狗巻棘

My sweet sweet boy

He’d silently fan boy at everything you do

Definitely your personal cheerleader 🤝

At any and every one of your accomplishments, he’d cheer you on with his little jig of a dance

He’d rant to Panda in onigri ingredients at how perfect you are

He blushes A LOT

But you’ll never know since he has his collar zipped up at all times 😔

Every time you make him nervous he’ll fidget with his hands and look anywhere but at you

You compliment him over text while he’s in his dorm? He’s trying not scream and just rolls back and forth in his bed in excitement and happiness

I can imagine him standing behind Nanami doing silly little dances to make you laugh

Loves head pats, that’s it. That’s all.

He malfunctions when ruffle or comb your fingers through his hair

His tail would be wagging if he was a dog

He’d give you gifts as well but not any gifts

For example;

You’re usually cold in class? He’ll buy you a scarf and give it to you the next day

You’ve been staying up lately due to assignments? He’ll place a bag of energy bars and caffeinated drinks on your desk

He does all this while reprimanding you in onigri ingredients

He’d even keep spares in his bag just in case

“What did I tell you about staying up late huh? And will you ever learn to wear something warm to class or do I need to continuously bring these things with me? You’re lucky you’re cute!”

Nanami Kento 七海健人

Bby would be so professional

He’d keep trying to convince himself that it isn’t professional to have feelings for his colleague

Yet he couldn’t help but spend more time with you

He’d ask for your opinion on certain topics (shocker I know) or if you’d be able to print something out for him

He’d do this so much it’d start to make you suspicious

Even Gojo would catch on…

“Nanamin~ how come you ask Y/n for their opinion when you have me huh?”

Like Megumi he’d be such a gentleman

He’d put his coat on your lap if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt

He’d put his hand on your back to guide you through busy crowds

He’d make an extra cup of coffee/tea for you when he’s making one for himself

I feel like he’d have a certain tick when he’s nervous like scratching the side of his head or behind his ear

It’d be so fckn cute 😤

You mention the tie he’s wearing that day suits him or brings out his eyes? Don’t be surprised if he wears it again tomorrow

He wouldn’t even be ashamed about it

“What are you looking at? Oh my tie? What’s wrong with it? Didn’t you say it suited me yesterday? Thought I’d wear it for you again”

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lixiesfreckless · 3 months

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9:56 pm

Lee Felix

minors dni!

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He’s slowly falling apart, like a string being pulled out of a delicate seam as his thighs tense, muscles flexing under the light wash denim in time with his labored breathing. His eyes flutter to half closed when he feels you hollow out your cheeks again, already taking him deeper into your mouth than before as he lets out a shaky groan.

His fingers helplessly clutch onto the seat cushions below, digging into the leather couch in exertion as his head falls back, several obscenities escaping his parted lips in half mumbles and sharp intakes of breath.

“Y-You’re doing great beautiful,” he just barely gets out, sentence halting as you swirl your tongue around his tip, and his train of thought completely dissolves in the wet heat of your mouth.

He’s using every last bit of his restraint into keeping his hips still, thighs tensing up like never before to stop himself from bucking his length deeper into your mouth as you continue to suck him to the brink of insanity.

One glance down to your parted lips and you feel his thighs tremble again, but this time you could feel him pin his hips down to the couch as he accidentally touches the back of your throat.

“Sorry, I- oh god,” he gasps out, a shaky hand fisting in his hair as his eyes squeeze shut. His blond hair is a beautiful mess atop his head, contrasting greatly with the rest of his face, which was colored an embarrassingly bright shade of pink. You furrow your brows, humming “no” against him and his breath falters as you place your hands beside him on the couch. His eyes flutter open once you stop sucking and he looks down at you, to which you glance at his hips and look back up at him. It takes him a moment to comprehend what you meant, but as soon as he gets it you swear you feel his length twitch in your mouth.

“Wait…c-can I?”

You nod eagerly, well, as well as you can with your mouth stuffed full of him, and he’s practically shaking as he braces his hands beside him on the couch. You stiffen your jaw, somewhat ready for him to slam himself down your throat, but what he does instead surprises you.

He’s slow, slower than you were as he gently thrusts his cock between your lips, practically moaning above you as his fingers dig into the leather once again. It’s almost jarring, the difference in intensity from before, and yet this has gotten him to melt into your touch, absolutely falling apart in your hold.

You relax your mouth halfway through one of his thrusts and his mouth falls open in silent ecstasy, drowning himself in the feel of your tongue moving against him as he twitches.

“Yes baby,” he groans, almost bashfully tilting his head to the side, “that’s good, s-so good…”

He’s so close, and it would be wrong to deny him the relief he’s been craving since you sat on him earlier.

So you push your tongue against him, playing with his swollen tip as much as you can as his thrusts lose composure, a million praises spilling from his lips and spurring you on.

He pulls out of you right before he breaks, holding his swollen cock in his hand and letting a long groan fall from his lips as his lower abdomen gets coated in his release.

His chest heaves, eyes glazed over in the aftermath, but one glance down at you has him rushing to gently cup your jaw with his free hand, eyes suddenly sparkling with worry.

“Are you okay? Did that hurt?” You almost want to cry at how caring he is, but you smile and shake your head. He breathes a sigh of relief, then nods towards the bathroom.

“C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up.”

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freeuselandonorris · 3 months

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I wish you’d write a fic where lando tries different antics to get oscar to lose his cool a bit (both in the bedroom and out ig)!

HELLO ANON thank you for this delicious prompt! i actually ended up going off in a slightly different direction to what you asked for because it sort of ran away with me, so i hope you still enjoy it ❤️

The first time he does it, it’s an accident, although Oscar doesn’t seem to think so.

It’s a couple of minutes before the start of FP2 and the garage is a hive of activity. Ted Kravitz is stood about ten feet away, pointing energetically at something from the mouth of the garage. There are at least three cameras within shooting distance. So Lando doesn’t think much of it when he squeezes past Oscar, shifting him out of the way by the hips to get to his cubbyhole, because there’s no thought behind it other than Oscar is standing in the way and it’s too loud to say excuse me. When Lando’s hands make contact with his racesuit, Oscar jumps. Lando laughs, pats his back and carries on, thinking nothing more of it.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Oscar asks accusingly, after the session when they’re waiting to leave.

Lando squints, mystified. Racks his brains to figure out whether he’d accidentally cut Oscar up on track or blocked him on a fast lap. “Do what?”

“In the garage,” Oscar says. He’s watching Lando with a funny expression, eyes locked on his face. He wets his lips. “When you—” He stops, eyes snapping to his feet.

“What?” Lando says. It’s funny — for all Oscar looks supremely unbothered by basically everything, reacting to stress and joy alike with little more than an eyebrow raise, he does have one tell. He blushes more easily than almost anyone Lando’s ever met, except maybe Morgan, who’s got the excuse of being ginger.

“Never mind,” Oscar says. He’s so red. “I just thought — when you came past me. I thought you were too close on purpose.”

Huh. Lando tilts his head, studying Oscar. “Nope. Sorry, mate. Won’t happen again.”

“No,” Oscar says hastily, before Lando’s even finished speaking. “It’s fine. It wasn’t — It’s fine.”

His face is scarlet now, the flush spreading right across his nose and cheeks. Even his ears are pink.

Interesting.

The second time he does it, they’re alone. In a lift, to be exact, which means Lando only has about fifteen seconds. By virtue of being in the executive suites, they’re both posted to the top floor, and the lift that had been full of various team personnel empties out suddenly on floor seven, leaving them leaning against the back handrail, alone.

Lando leans over, tips his head onto Oscar’s shoulder and yawns exaggeratedly. “Wow,” he says airily. “I’m beat.”

Their heights don’t match up properly for this at all. Lando’s ear is squashed against Oscar’s shoulder. He feels Oscar go still for a few seconds, and then, abruptly, his shoulder drops. Like he’s listing deliberately to one side, lowering his shoulder for Lando’s head to fit.

Lando bites back a smile, nestles into the curve of Oscar’s throat. Twists his head so his breath gusts out against the soft skin. Breathes in deep. “Wow, Osc, you smell good. New cologne?”

His head jiggles as Oscar swallows hard. “No. Nope. Same one as always.”

“Hmm,” Lando says, and presses his nose into Oscar’s shoulder, revelling in Oscar’s shuddery inhale. “Maybe I’ve just not been close enough to notice before.”

The third time, they’re being filmed. They’re in a conference room downstairs at the hotel, sun streaming through the windows, backing out onto some tennis courts Lando quite fancies getting onto later, if he gets chance. They’ve been positioned next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, answering quickfire questions for some YouTube channel Lando’s never heard of. His back is killing him, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll use if anyone asks why he he swings his feet up off the floor and drops them into Oscar’s lap.

Oscar stops halfway through a sentence, stammering to a halt. His hands hover in midair, awkward.

Lando wriggles his feet, feeling the muscles in Oscar’s thighs. They’re so firm, even through the rubber of his soles.

“Sorry,” Oscar says to the interviewer, who’s looking at them bemusedly. He turns to Lando. “Really, mate?”

Lando shrugs, doesn’t move his feet. Smiles the smile that let him get away with being a little shit at school. After a moment, Oscar’s hands settle on top of his trainers, curled tentatively around his feet.

“Okay,” the interviewer says. “Let’s go again.”

Afterwards, Oscar stands up quickly, dislodging Lando’s feet so fast his trainers squeak on the polished floor when they land. He yanks his hoodie down over his hips, but not before Lando sees it. Hard not to, really, given that he’s still sat down at crotch height. The front of Oscar’s jeans, stretched out, just a bit.

“Oh,” Lando says stupidly.

“Shut up,” Oscar says tightly, out of the corner of his mouth. “Swear to God.”

Lando nods and struggles to his feet. Prays he hasn’t taken it too far. He’s half-expecting Oscar to make his excuses and disappear, but he sticks around to exchange pleasantries with the team. Makes jokes like nothing’s up, beckons Lando when they’re dismissed and strolls out alongside him, whistling between his teeth. Lando’s just starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing, when Oscar turns to him.

“Come to my room,” he says. Just like that, no preamble, no beating around the bush.

Lando nods, falls into step alongside him.

Lando’s barely got the door shut before Oscar’s shoving him up against it. Pinning Lando back with his hands bracketed around Lando’s biceps, staring down at him. And then he stops. Uncertainty flickers across his face.

“What is this?” he says, quiet and tense.

Lando blinks. “What do you—”

“No,” Oscar cuts him off. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He doesn’t look angry. His gaze flicks between Lando’s eyes and mouth. His lips part. Goosebumps break out all down Lando’s arms, starting at the point where Oscar’s warm hands wrap around him.

“Do you like it?” Lando says, squirming against the doorway. Looking up into Oscar’s dark eyes.

Oscar kisses him. Same way he’d asked: no fucking about. His teeth click against Lando’s with the force of it, tongue dipping inside Lando’s mouth and retreating, a maddening tease.

Lando’s gasping for breath by the time they break apart. His skin burns, prickly like he’s starting with flu, only good. He grabs Oscar’s wrist, wrenches it away from his arm and shoves it under his hoodie. They both gasp when Oscar’s hand touches skin, Lando sucking in his belly involuntarily.

“You’ve been driving me fucking mental,” Oscar says, a low growl. Lando shudders and lets his head thud back against the door. Oscar’s fingers curl into the soft space below his ribs. “You know that? Can barely think straight, sitting there wondering when you’re gonna do it again.”

“Hardly even done anything,” Lando mutters.

Oscar scoffs, but his eyes are soft. He grips the bottom of Lando’s hoodie and the shirt underneath, pulling them up far enough to expose his stomach, and looks at the skin on display. Lando arches his back, squirming under the scrutiny.

Holding the fabric up, Oscar scrapes the nails of his other hand in one long line down Lando’s stomach, letting them snag in the waistband of his joggers at the end of the trail. His nails leave streaks of fire down Lando’s skin. He can’t help but imagine it, even though he can’t see past his clothes: pink lines, marks on his skin, put there by Oscar.

Oscar ducks in again, kisses him for a few destabilising seconds. This time, when they separate, he stays close enough that Lando can see the tiny, distorted reflections of himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. He brings one hand up, cupping the back of Oscar’s neck, where the hair is short and soft.

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes. Abruptly, Lando realises he’s trembling, his entire body shivering with desire. He might have wanted this for a lot longer than he’s let himself think about. “Yeah, I like it.”

#prompt fill #landoscar #lando norris/oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #answered

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starbxzy · 10 months

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sleeping angel pt. 2

lmao i lied!! anyways! drunk sex. mating press. idk nothing too major 🤷‍♀️

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walking mindlessly around the street, with the hope of seeing your beautiful face. blade’s mind always wandered back to that night, having all sorts of ideas what to do you next. he stepped back into his conscious when he heard.. a familiar voice.

he perked up, listening intensely to make sure it was you and your addicting voice. he had stalked you multiple times, listening in too your phone calls and what not. blade walked a little closer, not knowing how to approve you, he decided to accidentally bump into you.

“ah!” you yelped, obviously not expecting to be bumped into. “my apologies..” blade mumbled, avoiding your eyes. you smiled politely, shaking your head, “no, no. its alright. must have been a misstep.” he nodded, shy. why was he so... nervous in front of you? “uhm.. may i, take you out? as an apology?”

that was a few hours ago.

he had taken you to a cafe, where he learned you were a bit of a lightweight. you two had sampled a few wines and what not.

but now? right now, you two were kissing passionately, atop of your bed that he was on just a few weeks ago. your hands were buried in his hair, pulling him closer than physics should allow. blade was going absolutely crazy. he was kissing you. he was kissing you.

he moved to your neck, forcefully moving your head to the side for more soft skin to be showed. blade was feeling odd, something swelling in his chest, and tingles in his tummy. why did you make him so weak? he didnt like it; feeling weak. he came back when he heard you moan from his aggressive suckling.

he hadnt realized he was sucking so hard. whoops.

he growled, ripping off your shirt. he mumbled against your chest, “are you okay with this?” even if he was a little drunk, (and a little love sick) he still had common sense to ask for consent. you swore you've never nod so fast before, “yes..!” you swallowed, making eye contact with blade. he nodded, ripping your bra off, and you squeaked.

blade immediately licked and sucked at your nipples, fondling both of your breasts. you whimpered, arching your back. he grabbed a pillow, making sure your back is still arched. he slid the pillow under, kissing your nipple before sitting straight. he pulled down your pants and undies at the same time, flinging them across the room.

he traced his hand up and down your legs, groping your thighs aggressively. you moaned, panting for whatever reason. “hurry.. please...” you whispered, wiggling your hips. blade moaned, plunging a finger in your cunt. you yelped, grinding yourself on his lithe fingers. he pumped fastly, leaving you gasping.

you clutched the sheets, biting your lip. he leaned down, licking your clit, causing you to jolt and moan. he continues to lap at your clit, just like last time. you start shaking, grinding against his tongue and finger. “m' close!!” suddenly, he stops and pulls away. you pant, “hey! i was ab-” when your eyes opened halfway through your sentence, you werent expecting to see his cock.

your lips part, the only thought running through your mind was "big".

blade was definitely big and girthy. damn..

he stroked his cock a few times, rubbing the tip against your cunt, soaping his tip. you moaned, wiggling your hips. he moaned, pressing your thighs to your chest, and quickly bottoming out. you screamed, arching your back even more. “oh my god..” once again, blade was surprised by your tightness. “fuck..” you whined, moving your hips.

blade moaned again, slowly pumping into you. he held the inside of your knees thrusting aggressively into you. he picked up his pace, his head thrown back. his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, his mouth open in pure pleasure.

you squealed, managing to speak, “ooh!! im close!” your toes curled, your hands holding his. he nodded, going even faster. (if that was even possible.) he leaned in, kissing you passionately. a sloppy, romantical kiss was shared as the two of you came. both of you moaned, panting into each others mouth.

after cleaning up and laying down, blade couldnt help the adrenaline that was still going through his veins. he enjoyed that a little too much. he smiled, burying his face into your hair and taking a deep breath. you were asleep since you didnt say anything or twitch.

“i love you..” he mumbled right before falling asleep.

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lamo yes i know this is half assed but like 😫 and js to say this rn... none of my uhm whips? arent proofread my bad for any mistakes 😋😣😱

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #smut #blade x you #hsr blade #blade smut #blade hsr x reader #blade x reader #blade smut hsr #starbxzy!

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229zmi · 8 months

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AU REVOIR

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurō/Reader

CONTENT: embarrassing moments, you and kuroo are #strangers, kuroo is late to a job interview, phonecall with kenma

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

“Hey, uh. Can I help you?”

Oh, god. Kuroo Tetsurō has never been more embarrassed.

Not even when he was suffering from a particularly bad case of borborygmus in a completely silent lecture hall, or when he accidentally liked someone’s post from 176 weeks ago. Nor was he this embarrassed the time his umbrella turned inside out and cartwheeled out of his hand into a ditch in front of several cars stopped at a traffic light. And who knows how many embarrassing moments he’s had throughout all his years of volleyball— but this moment right here. It still takes the cake.

Pause, rewind, play: this morning, ten minutes ago. The sky was blue, the birds were chirping, and Kuroo Tetsurō? Ten minutes ago, he was suddenly woken up by a loud sound, although it wasn’t the sound of an alarm, no, for there was no alarm to wake up to. What woke him up was actually a call from Kenma, who almost never called him, so he figured it had to be important.

“Hello? Everything okay?”

“Are you on your way to your interview?”

Of course. How typical of Kenma, always straight to the point, no pleasantries or—

Wait.

“Wh—“ Kuroo blinks a couple times to wake himself up, groggily rubbing his eyes. He lets out a yawn loud enough to shift earth’s tectonics before continuing his sentence, “What’d you say?”

“Your job interview,” Kenma repeats from his phone, “it starts at eight-thirty, doesn’t it?”

Silence fills the conversation for a while. Kuroo’s eyes begin to flutter shut, lulled by the faint sound of static emitted by the call. It isn’t until his phone slips out of his hand and hits the sheets with soft thud! that Kenma speaks up, impeding the drowsy man’s short-lived slumber.

“Hello?”

“Hm,” Kuroo hums.

“You are ready, right?” His best friend’s starting to sound concerned. “Like, all dressed up and halfway out the door ready. Right?”

“Mm… hm.”

Kenma restrains himself from somehow reaching his hands through the phone and violently shaking Kuroo by the shoulders. “That does not sound convincing. Please don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”

Still clueless, Kuroo yawns again, rolling over onto his other side. “And if I am? I set an alarm last night, you didn’t need to call me. I can handle it myself.”

“Kuro,” Kenma says. Now he sounds dead serious, like he’s about to be the deliverer of either some grave news or an overdue love confession. Unfortunately for Kuroo, it’s the former; Kenma drops the bomb without hesitation: “You have twenty minutes before your interview starts.”

“I didn’t realise you were so punctual, Kenma. Twenty minutes, that’s plenty of t—“

Oh.

(Pause, rewind, play: the night before. Kuroo turned off all the lights. Hopped under the covers. Went straight to sleep. He did not set his alarm.)

Shit.

“I swear I set my alarm last night,” Kuroo speaks into the phone, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. In the past seven minutes, he’s managed to brush his teeth, get dressed, and exit his apartment without any major troubles. Sure, his hair’s a little… controversial in the back, and there’s some noticeable creases in his button-up shirt, but clearly, a bigger issue lies at hand — and no, it’s not the judging stares that the other pedestrians are giving him as he power-walks through the city. “You don’t think they’ll mind if I’m a few minutes late, do ya?”

Kenma audibly sighs.

“I don’t know what that means, so I’m taking that as you telling me they’ll one hundred-percent hire me on the spot.”

This time, Kenma doesn’t make a sound, though Kuroo senses he may have rolled his eyes. Either that, or he made a face akin to someone tasting a lemon.

“I’m hanging up,” his friend finally says, deciding he’s done enough to help today. Even this is something he considers charitable in their friendship; usually, Kenma prefers to treat calls with his friends like another app on his phone and close out of the call without warning, so maybe Kuroo should be grateful on this glorious day, he thinks.

“What? No, you can’t do that. That’s.”

“…That’s what?”

“Treason,” Kuroo finishes. “I still need your moral support. So—“

There’s a dull beep coming from the other end. Betrayed, Kuroo pulls his phone away from his ear only to be met with the image on his lockscreen — a photo of an outing with his friends some weeks ago — and the ever-daunting time, which currently reads: 08:19. A second later, the screen turns black and he catches sight of his reflection, including his unfortunately dishevelled hair and his wrinkled shirt and—

He winces.

His tie needs serious fixing.

The building where his interview will be at is only a few blocks away. After only a moment’s contemplation, he decides it won’t hurt to spend a minute or two trying to fix whatever fucked up knot he made while he was still dealing with the effects of being just woken up several minutes ago, veering away from his line of travel toward a car parked along the side of the street. Using the tinted window as a mirror, he tugs at the fabric in an attempt to undo it, although to no avail.

Then, the window rolls down.

“Hey, uh.” Concerned eyes lock with his. Kuroo short-circuits, his face turning a sickly colour as his mouth drops in horror, giving the illusion of a fish out of water. “Can I help you?”

Tapping along the rim of your steering wheel, you wait for a response. It isn’t that you’re annoyed or mad or anything along those lines; rather, you were almost flattered at first by the sight of a handsome yet serious-looking man speed-walking past your car before doubling back and staring at you through your window with what you misunderstood as passion in his eyes. But after watching him fidget with his tie for a solid minute, the realisation crashed onto you like tidal waves: he was in fact not nervously blown away by your copious amount of beauty, and now you’re more disappointed than anything.

“I’m so sorry,” Kuroo says with an apologetic smile, straightening from his previously hunched position over your window after realising how creepily close he is. A voice in the back of his mind tells him you have pretty eyes — and pretty hands, he notes a moment later as he steps back to put more distance between the two of you — but he pushes back both thoughts. “Really, I didn’t know you were there.”

“Were you planning to steal my car or something if I wasn’t inside?” You intend for this to be a light-hearted joke, but maybe your tone comes off too bland for him to get it, and now that enough time has passed for you to think about it, you’re not sure what you were trying to do with this ‘joke’ either. Nonetheless, you find amusement in the way his expression swiftly switches from aghast to frantic and even more in the transition of his face to a deeper shade of pink.

However, there’s a part of you that feels bad, so you eventually reassure him, “I’m joking. Would you like some help with your tie?”

Out of the benevolence of your heart, you decide to leave out the part where you mention how it looks like a three year old trying to tie their shoes for the very first time.

Kuroo looks grateful, relieved almost. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

“C’mere, then.”

You motion for him to come closer and reach your hands out the window. Kuroo takes a tentative step forth, though that’s not near close enough for you, so you extend your arm and gently tug on the tie, pulling him forward until your elbows are barely past the window. To make things a little easier, Kuroo spreads his knees slightly, creating a wide triangle with the ground and lowering himself so that he’s level with you. For a brief moment, your eyes drift to meet each other’s before immediately looking away. You focus on fixing his tie, and Kuroo acts interested in a crack in the ground all of sudden.

Even if he does look a bit odd standing like this, he supposes it’s worth the judgmental stares from passers-by once again because in only a matter of a minute, you somehow manage to untie the hideous knot. As you begin retying it, you make an attempt to start up conversation.

“Got something important today?”

“Just a job interview.”

You hum, mildly intrigued. “Where?”

He tells you the company and building, and you beam in recognition of the name.

“I work there! Today’s my day off,” you tell him. Once you’re done, you tug at the tie one last time before, without thinking, moving to brush the dust off his suit jacket with your hands. You freeze up as soon as you realise. (Whatever deity of embarrassment that exists up there must be having a field day with the two of you today.)

“Sorry. That was. Force of habit. I mean, I’ve never done that before— sorry, again. I really don’t know why I did that,” you say honestly. Maybe it’s a thing you’ve seen married couples do on television and subconsciously kept inside your brain like some kind of secret weapon to only be unleashed when you want to woo someone, but you think it’ll be more humiliating if you admit that.

Kuroo laughs. It’s a unique sound, and you find yourself liking it a lot, unable to keep yourself from returning a small smile at him. “It’s fine. We all have our moments.”

“What time’s your interview at?” you ask out of curiosity, leaning an arm out the window.

“Eight-thirty.”

The both of you stare at each other in silence for a couple of seconds.

You purse your lips. “Isn’t that…”

“Yeah.” He glances down the street, then back at you, and it looks like he doesn’t really want to leave yet. Even though he really should. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he reads the time: 08:26. “I probably should get going.”

“Well, it was nice talking to you. Good luck with your interview,” you say, trying your best to not sound dismayed. Right before he leaves, however, something — perhaps the prospect of him not getting the job and you never getting to see him again — urges you to call out to him, “Wait.”

He turns back.

“I, um. Parked here ‘cause I was searching up directions to this café that opened up recently. If you’d like, after your interview, we could go get coffee together. You can tell me all about it if it goes well… or complain if it doesn’t.”

“Of course,” he says immediately. He can’t help but feel giddy inside, internally wanting to kick his feet, twirl his hair, and giggle and squeal like a pig all at once. If he was inside a building or a room, maybe he’d also be comically bouncing off the walls like in cartoons. Regardless of these overwhelming compulsions, he retains his composure, cooly adding, “I’d love that.”

“I’ll wait for you here, then,” you affirm with a smile. “See ya later…” Oh, right. You’ve yet to exchange names, but you suppose that can wait for now. “…stranger.”

Amused, he returns, “Later, stranger.”

As he walks away, a voice in the back of his mind makes note yet again of the fact that you have pretty eyes, pretty hands, and, just now, a pretty smile. Maybe, he thinks, he’ll tell you after the interview.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #229ZMI

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hijinxinprogress · 8 months

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Cissie’s always on the news but it’s never coverage about her performance during or after an Olympic competition, it’s always about what she’s been doing that the JL sends their protégés to interrogate her so often

So Cissie’s like in the Olympics right?? She most likely has a bunch of fans and paparazzi following her like there’s probably so many videos of Cissie just being grabbed in public by YJ

There’s a video of every time Bart has just scooped Cissie up and dipped spliced together 😭 like she’ll be in the middle of a sentence whether it’s to friends or on a live interview then you blink and she’s fucking gone “Bart istg!! I warned you the next time you messed up my hair…” “Will you still be mad at me if we stop by that restaurant you like in Thailand?” “…You’re so lucky rn”

Kon dropping down from the sky and winking at every camera as he picks Cissie up before flying away. It starts a rumor that they’re dating and Cissie just starts roasting him every time she gets asked about Superboy in an interview “that guy?? He’s still pining over his ex” “He’s cute ig but his cologne ruins it, it’s so terrible” “I can’t deal with the abandonment issues, talk about clingy…” and now there’s a bunch of people that think they’re bitter exes failing to rekindle their relationship esp bc Kon does the same thing when he’s asked about his relationship with the gold medalist Olympic archer Cissie King Jones “She’s always training so she never had time for me” “God, the temper on that one? I feared for my life when we lived together” “she’s so picky, oh my god” “she’s like incapable of being open with her emotions”

Cassie turns it into a game they either try to sneak up on Cissie while people are watching and “discretely” filming as Cassie jokingly shushes someone that’s trying to warn Cissie or does the “guess who it is” thing but they just pick Cissie up and fucking fly away while Cissie’s halfway through a sentence (Cassie thinks it’s hilarious and Cissie is not having it bc “I’ve watched you pick up sidewalks with your bare hands…get your hands off my face rn” “I wear gloves???” “Yeah and they’re fingerless you moron!”)

Tim does an elaborate disguise (he pretended to be a reporter at least twenty-seven times and Cissie hates it bc she still gets shit for accidentally maiming an actual reporter bc Tim would tranquillize her while disguised as a reporter and then grapple away) but now he just grabs her grapples away bc he tranquilized her for movie night once and she tried to murder him but sometimes they reenact dramatic scenes from whatever show/movie or anime they watched last while the rest of yj laughs

Anita just mind controls security and pretends to kidnap her or opens a portal under Cissie that drops her from like a foot in the air “Wanna see a magic trick?” “Get the hell away from me Anita” Cissie will complain every time she sees Anita bc she keeps purposely dropping her “why am I the ONLY person who fell and you portaled the entire team” “Idk maybe you just suck??” Anita has made Cissie do the robot during a live interview and it went viral also bc they’re nerds they reenact anime fights all the time. And somehow despite Anita being the fastest if Anita gets Cissie, they’re usually late bc they stop somewhere in the Caribbean to sit down in a restaurant and get food “You’re literally magic how tf are you late…?” “We definitely didn’t stop to get food” “There’s food HERE! It’s was your idEA!!”

Greta just makes Cissie look like she’s flying mid conversation (there’s a disembodied voice going on about how happy they are that Cissie wants to spend time with them in between laughter) and doesn’t show herself until they’re halfway to wherever their taking her “Cissie, you’re a meta??!” “No, it’s Secret” “ohhh, you want me to this keep a secret? Got it!” “Wait no, I’m not a-!” And Greta’s giggling the entire time but suddenly goes quiet when Cissie tries to get her to say hi and prove that Cissie’s not a meta

But Cissie’s civilian friends are so concerned bc they know her and what nefarious intentions do these costumed menaces have?? What are they going to do to Cissie?? So they start recording Cissie getting ‘kidnapped’ and end up catching the shit Cissie and YJ say to each other out of context:

“Ooh, that’s aioli! It is, I promise! It’ll come out with a little detergent istg”

“I haven’t seen you in foreverrrrr” “I literally saw you last week” “that’s soo longggggg”

“We’re gonna have a long talk about your eating habits…!” “Yeah, okay, mom…Why don’t we have a long talk about your cologne? How do you have enhanced senses and still make awful olfactory choices…?”

“I’m gonna vomit…what the hell are you wearing?? Axe??” “Don’t even! you know damn well-”

“Don’t pretend you can flirt, you’ve been single since birth” “you’re a very angry person and you should see someone about that”

“Cissie babe, guess whooooo~?” “Get your hands off my fucking-!”

“If you stop screaming, I’ll buy you a milkshake!” “STOP KIDNAPPING ME IN THE MIDDLE OF INTERVIEWS!”

“Wdym?? I know it’s you I smell that nasty ass concoction…If you don’t take off that stupid ass disguise, you fuCKING-!!”

“If you tranq me one more fucking time, Robin, you’re getting an arrow in the ass!” “Is that really how you should talk to someone who’s saved your ass so many times?”

“Constantine, get better at fucking aiming!” “…Constantine?! I should drop you in a fucking volcano!”

“Oops…” “mf 😑 you did that shit on purpose” “What are you a lawyer?? Fucking prove it”

[Usually there’s an exasperated green lantern trying to do damage control and failing to chastise YJ “Nononono! Put the civilian down we talked about this! You need proof and evidence, this is an abduction!” “They know each other istg Ms. King Jones is fine, she’s perfectly safe” as the cameraman slowly turns the camera to Cissie free falling from 90ft in the air and screaming]

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444rockstargf · 5 months

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Can you write a fic with Euronymous being a dick as usual and the reader gets fed up and breaks up with him? Then he gets like really emotional afterwards but she doesn’t take him back no matter what? Plssss

finally some emotional euro!

"loving you is hard, being here is harder." | euronymous

high by the beach. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @vanlisbon @lankysimp @monkeyfart @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.1k

contents: slight public humiliation, a little bit of angst, break up, rejection

your shaky hands carefully painted each precise detail of euronymous’ corpse paint, the heavy ruckus from rehearsal breaking your stamina. you dipped the brush in the small puddle of black paint on the dresser, dragging it across his pasty skin to finish up his eye area.

you held your breath as you tried to paint the area as smoothly as possible, but it all went in vain when the alarming noise of glass bottles breaking, followed by the eruption of curses and laughter ruined your focus. you flinched at the sound, accidentally painting a black line that ran down his entire cheek, messing up the whole area.

euronymous’ eyes travelled to the mirror beside him, his dark pupils shrinking at the sight of your mistake. a snarl pulled at his lips as his head snapped in your direction, icy eyes burning a hole into your soul. “oh for fucks’ sake! can i even count on you to do anything right?!” he shoved past you, knocking the brush out of your hand, smearing black paint onto the dress you’d picked out just for his concert.

you dropped to your knees, picking up the brush and looking up at him. “i-i’m sorry, oystein. it was an accident, i swear it. just let me fix it…” he grabbed a bottle of beer from a broken table, shooting you a cold glare. “don’t bother. if i knew you weren’t capable of doing something as simple as this, i never would’ve even asked you in the first place.” his voice dripped with bitterness that you knew all too well.

your eyes pricked with tears as you brought yourself back to your feet, cleaning off the brush as you cautiously approached him. “it’s really not that bad. j-just let me-” he whirled around to face you, his voice loud enough to earn the attention of everyone. “i said dont fucking bother!” his words hit you right in the chest, sending big tears rolling down your cheeks as the room finally fell silent.

you stared at him with a broken expression, trying to muster the strength to speak without breaking down. “i said i was sorry.” your voice broke in the middle of the sentence, making you sound like a small child, causing a smirk to tug at his black painted lips. “i don’t want your apology. if you’re done being so useless, then you can get out of my sight.” he shoved the bottle into your chest, making you hold it as he grabbed his leather jacket.

you stood there, trembling as his words echoed through your mind. you didn’t even notice the tears that rapidly poured down your face. the pain ate through your heart as the band made their way to the stage. euronymous was halfway out the door before he stopped, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, and walking toward you.

he held the cigarette between his teeth, looking down at you. “light this for me, would’ya?” your eyes met his but behind the wall of tears, there was an unfamiliar hatred that made his smug expression wither. you wiped your tears with the back of your head, walking away. he grabbed your shoulder, but you shoved his bottle back at him, the glass breaking at his feet.

his jaw dropped slightly, the cigarette falling from his lips. anger flickered in his eyes once again, but yours was much greater. “is this how little you think of me?! that i’m so useless that i don’t deserve any love or respect?!” his eyes widened with shock. you had never talked about your feelings around him, nevermind raised your voice. he quickly took his hand off of you, his voice cracking slightly. “don’t make a scene, angel… not here.”

he was interrupted by the loud shriek of the audience’s cheering. the show was just about to begin. you grabbed your things from the dresser, putting them in your bag and slinging it over your shoulder as you made your way to the exit door. you were stopped by the soft sound of his voice. “d-dont leave, baby… it hasn’t gotten to this.” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, but you could hear the tears in his voice.

you walked out the door, but he rushed up behind you, taking your hand in his. “at least let me take you home. please…” you sighed, snatching your hand back from him. “don’t fucking bother.” with that, you left, disappearing into the darkness of the night and leaving him with black tears streaming down his face.

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it had been officially 72 hours since you had broken up with euronymous. you sat alone in your apartment room, mindlessly scrolling through tv channels as a heavy rainstorm raged outside. you couldn’t remember the last time you weren’t around him, but to your surprise, you didn’t feel the empty void you always thought you would if he ever left you. you felt… free.

you lay on your couch, dressed in your simple tank top and pajama shorts that you always wore on saturdays. you had wasted no time removing all remnants of him from your life. your walls stood bare, missing the many pictures of him that they held. you’d thrown out everything that reminded you of him and burned every keepsake that you’d collected from him.

your thoughts were interrupted when a quiet knock sounded at your door. you stood up, shuffling your way to answer it. you looked through the peephole, and you were met by that same pair of cold blue eyes. you groaned quietly before opening the door with a blank expression on your face. he was completely drenched. he stood three feet away from you, but his presence seemed to wrap you in a dark blanket.

his hands were behind his back as he gave you a little smile, his eyes red-rimmed like he had just been crying. you looked him up and down, judging his scruffy attire, but before you could speak he held out a box of your favourite candy in one hand and a beautiful, dark red rose in the other.

you remained silent, but his broken voice began to speak. “i-im so sorry, angel… you deserved so much better than how i treated you…” he had to clear his throat before continuing, turning his face away from you to hide his tears. “it kills me inside knowing that i drove you to this point, a-and i… ” he choked out small sobs as his hands began to tremble. “i can’t believe i let myself hurt you…”

the sight of his tears made your heart swell. his trembling intensified, most likely because of the rain. you sighed, looking him right in the eye. with the look you gave him, he could’ve fallen in love with you all over again. you swallowed hard before breaking the silence. “we didn't work out. and i don't think we ever will.” you shut the door in his face, leaving him in the rain as he carried the everlasting knowledge that he lost you for good.

author's note: why'd i start crying while writing this. thank you so much anon for this prompt 😭

#rory culkin #euronymous #lords of chaos #angst #light angst #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #culkin cult #break up #high by the beach #honeymoon #honeymoon album #lana del rey #elizabeth woolridge grant #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lizzie grant #lizzy grant #444rockstargf

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elliewilliamsfavhoe · 6 months

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Florist!Abby headcannons

A/n: sorry I haven't posted anything!! I have finals and i haven't had time to work on anything so here is something cute and quick in the meantime<3 also send requests for headcannons, fics ect!!!

Cw: modern au obvi, very fluffy, Abby is kinda a loser dork but it's cute, abby getting hurt (from rose throns) Nora is Abby's wing woman, marriage, slight nsfw, a little sad at the end but like sappy sad, mentions of passing.

Florist!Abby Who met you when you came in with your friend to order flowers for her wedding

Florist!Abby Who thought you were prettier that any flower in the store

Florist!Abby Who made sure to take extra food care of you two while you were in the store

Florist!Abby who thought of you when she went home that night

Florist!Abby who couldn't wait until the day you had to pick up the flowers

Florist!Abby who was ecstatic when you came in for pickup and handed her a wedding invitation from your friend.

Florist!Abby who usually got invited to 5 weddings a week from customers trying to be polite but never would go.

Florist!Abby who couldn't care less that it was just a courtesy invite since she was so excited to see you again.

Florist!Abby who saw you in the prettiest bridesmaids dress and nearly fainted

Florist!Abby who worked up the courage halfway through the wedding party to talk to you

Florist!Abby who couldn't believe it when you started flirting with her

Florist!Abby who not so smoothly gave you her number just in case you ever needed to 'order some flowers for an event'

Florist!Abby who was stunned when you texted her only a day after the wedding asking to get some coffee sometime

Florist!Abby who forced Nora to choose a cute outfit for your date.

Bff!Nora who was so confused on why Abby cared so much because she thought every short was the same.

Florist!Abby who fell head over heels for you the second she started talking to you.

Florist!Abby who after 2 months of going on dates every weekend bought you your favorite coffee and made you a handmade bouquet and asked you to be her girlfriend.

Florist!Abby who knew she loved you a week into being official but only told you 2 months in

Florist!Abby who gets you a bouquet every week

Florist!Abby who always tucks a flower behind your ear and makes sure it matches your outfit when you come visit her at work

Florist!Abby Who pays attention to whether you wear gold or silver and makes sure to get the right color.

Florist!Abby who may seem shy but definitely isn't shy when her strap is so deep in you that you can't form a coherent sentence.

Florist!Abby who fucks you any chance she gets

Florist!Abby who always accidentally cuts her hands from rose thorns

Florist!Abby who reluctantly wears the hello kitty bandaid you put on her scraped calloused hands

Florist!Abby takes you to a gorgeous, secluded garden to propose to you and hides the ring in the flowers she gives you

Florist!Abby who gets the prettiest flowers for your wedding and spends hours handpicking what flower combinations to do for your center pieces

Wife!Abby who cried reading you her vows

Wife!Abby who promised to find you in every reality and love you ever better and even sooner each damn time

Wife!Abby who never stops getting you flowers even after you are both old and wrinkly

Wife!Abby who builds you a garden and teaches you how to take care of all the flowers

Wife!Abby who couldn't imagine ever leaving you

Wife!Abby who always holds you when you go to bed

Wife!Abby who frustratedly turns off her alarm wishing she didn't have to go to work and that she could just hold you because why does she need to tend to flower when the prettiest flower she's ever seen is asleep inside her big perfectly freckled arms

Wife!Abby who gets you a bouquet of flowers and says she'll love you till they the very last one die and leaves a single fake flower inside the bouquet

Wife!Abby who grew here whole life but blossomed when she met you and who's only wish is to wither with you too

Wife!Abby who if you unfortunately died before she did would leave your favorite flowers on you grave and get fresh ones every day

Wife!Abby who if you were to die before her would probably end up dying of a broken heart soon after.

Wife!Abby who was the softest most delicate person you ever met and ever could meet

Wife!Abby who fulfilled her promise and found you in every universe, every reality, every lifetime and loved you more each damn time

(divders creds to @cafekitsune !!!!!) Sorry I forgot to tag u when I originally uploaded I promise I meant to🫶🏼🫶🏼

#kiki's rambles✨🌑#abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #florist!abby #wife!abby #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby fluff #abby headcanons #send requests #tlou x reader #tlou fic #tlou2

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flufallo · 16 days

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I can't stop making these now

Niko: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

Crystal : I want a bf.

Crystal : Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Crystal : When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.

Cat king: Hello friends!

The Squad:

Cat king: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

Crystal : If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it

Edwin: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Cat king: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Esther: Ok, Cat king, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1916?

Cat king: edwin

Esther: ...You're ready.

(I edited this one obvs)

Cat king, when Charles walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Cat king: *accidentally smacks Edwin in the face with the baking sheet*

Cat king: Never gonna make you cry!

Monty: Never gonna say goodbye!

Cat king: Never gonna tell a lie—

Crystal : I will hurt you.

Edwin: You spent all our money on THIS??

Charles, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Edwin: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Cat king: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Edwin: The fourth sentence-

Cat king: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Edwin: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Crystal : No.

Niko: Nice rock.

Charles: Thanks, Jenny gave it to me.

Jenny: I threw it at you!

Charles: Aren't they the sweetest?

Monty: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Charles: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Jenny: I got distracted halfway through.

Crystal : Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Cat king: As your best friend—

Edwin: Charles is my best friend.

Cat king, holding a knife: As your best friend—

Cat king: *watching their house burn down*

Cat king:

Cat king: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

Charles: Well, I'm very sorry to hear about your mother.

Monty: Mmm, we aren't really that close.

Charles: Oh, good.

Monty: What did you get Niko for their birthday?

Charles: I got them a kitten.

Monty: Really? Me too!

Crystal : I also got them a cat.

Edwin: Looks like we had the same idea.

Charles: Cat king, please tell me you didn't get Niko a cat as well!

Cat king: ...what do you think?

*later*

Niko, in their apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

Edwin, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Crystal, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Charles, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Niko, trembling: What are we playing?!

Edwin: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Monty: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Edwin: But you’re always acting stupid?

Monty: ...

Monty: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Niko: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Crystal : But are you shuffling?

Niko: Everyday.

Edwin: What language are you two speaking??

Cat king, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader!

Edwin: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Monty: Niko, what are you doing?

Niko: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Monty: You could always take it out and count it.

Niko: Where’s the fun in that?

Cat king: Hey.

Edwin: Hey?

Cat king: I can't sleep. :/

Edwin: I can. Goodnight.

Niko: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F...

Niko: ...How did I fail being born?

Niko: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

Charles: Edwin, I got suspended from school…

Edwin: WHAT?!?! What did you do?

Charles: My teacher pointed at me with a ruler, and he said “there is an idiot at the end of this ruler”.

Edwin: And…?

Charles: I asked which end…

Edwin, unable to contain their laughter: Okay, you just made my day.

Charles, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Crystal : *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

Charles, poking Crystal ’s arm: Crystal Crystal . Crystal . Crystal .

Crystal : WHAT?

Charles: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Edwin, to Charles: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Charles: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Edwin: You just told me you're pregnant.

Niko : Congratulations Charles, you're glowing!

Cat king: I just ended a five year relationship.

Niko: Oh no, are you okay?

Cat king: It's okay, it wasn't mine.

Niko : I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Charles: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Cat king : You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Edwin, playing a video game: How do I play?

*Edwin has drawn first blood!*

*Edwin is on a killing spree!*

*Edwin is on a rampage!*

*Edwin is unstoppable!*

*Edwin is dominating!*

*Edwin is godlike!*

Edwin: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

#dead boy detectives #incorrect quotes #i cant stop help me #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #monty finch #the cat king

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guppybubbles · 4 months

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Sweet Dreams are Made of This. [1/3]

(A/N: Kind of a sequel to my other fic, ROLL ME A 6 ! :> You don't need to read that though to understand this!)

Borrower Tommy accidentally shifts into a universe where his homebrew DND world is real. He still sucks at being a giant.

WORD COUNT: 1,341 words

WARNINGS: None.

"Tommy opened his eyes and what he saw was unlike anything he's seen before…"

Tommy listened in anticipation. What could it be? A new friend, a new foe? He looked at his dad, a smug little smile barely hidden by his serious storytelling.

"And we'll find that out in the next session."

Halfway through his sentence, he and his brothers already knew it was the end of their game for the day. All groaning and complaining about Phil leaving it in such a dumb cliffhanger, Phil only laughed.

It couldn't have been hours already, had it? They barely started! He still had to redeem himself and his character into great glory! "No, come on, let's do one more hour— please, please?" He begged, holding onto one of Phil's fingers like he had all the power to hold him down and force him into another round.

With his other hand, Phil picked up the die and tossed it into the container— folding up the map before putting it back in the box. Tommy knew it was over, they'd start another session again sooner or later.

But he wanted to do another hour, or maybe two more, now. "Pleasee, I rolled so low every turn, I need to redeem myself!"

"I wish we could continue, mate." Phil smiled, "But I got work tomorrow and it's already…" He stared at the clock, making a surprised sound at the 11:48 PM on the wall. Phil cursed under his breath, gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Tommy’s hold. "Alright, get to bed you three."

The blond borrower knew there was no convincing Dad anymore. He crossed his arms with a humph, upset with his bad luck during the game. "Cheer up, Toms! I'm sure luck will make you do justice next time." Wilbur consoled, pushing his chair into the table and picking up the box with their fantasy map and die.

“You are horrible at throwing the die for me,” Tommy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother who had offered to throw the dice for him earlier. Wilbur’s luck when it came to the game was pretty good, yet whenever he tossed the die for Tommy, the luck seemed to plummet- doing worse than when the borrower himself threw the die.

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Wilbur’s lips press into a thin line. He was stopping himself from being amused at Tommy’s anger. “It really wasn’t on purpose.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy replied. Not upset at Wilbur, nor was he upset at the game. He swears he would be able to throw the dice better if he was just… more human-sized.

“You’ll do better next game, I’ll make sure of it,” Wilbur promises.

Tommy looks at him incredulously, slightly laughing. “What, are we gonna cheat or something?”

In response, Wilbur shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno, maybe.”

Holding the game board, he placed his other hand on the desk. A trust exercise that slowly grew into a habit none of them thought was strange anymore, Tommy hopped on the hand and held onto the fingers for support. He used to have to walk from place to place, no matter how far it was because the big man was too stubborn to accept and ask for help. In response, they all worked together to install little stairs everywhere so Tommy would at least be able to reach things without having to heave himself up with a rope and a hook. He almost cried in front of them because of how much he appreciated the gesture.

That night, Tommy lay in his bed, uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His room looked so much like a human's room- constructed by his family after nearly a year of accidentally revealing himself to them. It wasn’t exactly like him to be upset for the dice throws during the game, it really wasn’t Wilbur’s fault. On a good day, he throws exceptionally well for Tommy’s character too.

But Tommy isn’t upset about the dice, is he?

It was never the dice, never Wilbur, never his family, but him.

If he was truly meant to be their family, then couldn’t the universe make him human? Did he seriously have to be something that was never allowed to mingle with larger beings? It was a written code since the beginning of time that borrowers were never allowed to be with humans. Never share anything, what you are, what your name was. Most importantly, never be seen.

Were they never supposed to be a family then? Did he have to break the borrower’s code just to be a part of something he’s not supposed to? He’s not a borrower anymore, he knows that. He barely even follows the code anymore, but he’s not human either. Too exposed to be a borrower, too small to be a human.

Then what was he?

Tommy released a loud, exasperated sigh. His calloused hands rubbed over his face. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things, but lately, he’s been more aware than ever. He notices how Techno looms over him when they do woodwork together, Wilbur’s singing voice goes from soothing to too loud, and Phil barely gives him any chores (Maybe he shouldn’t complain about that one, actually).

They don’t mean it, of course, they didn’t. They probably don’t even notice it as well. Something so small and insignificant to them could be so overwhelming for him. He just wants to be bigger, to fit in…

He should go to sleep. He'll forget about it tomorrow and everything will continue on like it usually does (until the nagging feeling returns and he feels like he's rotting in bed).

Goodnight, me. Tommy closed his eyes, unable to rid of the heavy weight in his chest.

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If Tommy could recall this correctly— and while he may not have the best memory, he can certainly tell when something is just plain wrong… He fell asleep on his bed, right?

His eyes blurred as he gained consciousness and though he wasn't aware of where he was— he could sense danger even from a mile away. His shoulders ached, raised high above him. Something was holding his arms upwards. Cold, tight metal gripping his wrists, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. He tried tugging it downwards, but it barely moved.

Instead of lying on a soft, warm bed, it felt like he'd been kneeling for Prime knows how long. His legs felt numb, ringing uncomfortably no matter how much he tried to move. It didn't matter because he was stuck in place.

It was hot. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to his nose and down to either his clothes or the floor (he made a mental note that he wasn’t wearing his pajamas).

He sucked in a deep breath, humid air filling his lungs in a way that didn't calm him down, but just made him panic more.

Tommy's vision began clearing up and despite the little ache in his neck, he decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, weak artificial lighting barely reflecting the big, metal room he resided in.

There were mini stairs and platforms built around him. The platforms in front of him connected through the middle and had a door on each side of the wall. Above the platform in the wall in front of him was glass, he couldn't make out anything inside, it was darker than the room he was in.

The metal room he sat in was quite spacey. The ceiling was quite high but he couldn't stand up even if he attempted to— his ankles were chained as well, shorter in length compared to the ones around his wrist. Tommy struggled against the chains, everything looked so.. small yet so oddly detailed.

Where was he? Who were these stairs for? Were there more beings smaller than a borrower? Prime, how would they even look next to a human?

Does his family know where he is right now..?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

yayaya thank you sm for reading! & holy shit guppy writing fics comeback??? no way!!!

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #giant/tiny #dsmp g/t #mcyt g/t community #dsmp gt #giant!tommy #giant!wilbur #giant!techno #giant!philza #tiny!wilbur #tiny!tommy #tiny!techno #guppy writes!#mcyt gt community #g/t au #g/t writing

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so-much-longing · 3 months

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Project Sekai Fanfiction Headcanons

Who needs human biology?? lol. Have some headcanons my partner and I made for the PJSK characters:

VIVID BAD SQUAD:

An - reads magical girl mangas, but not much fanfiction.

Kohane - reads shojou mangas, but not much fanfiction.

Akito - reads x reader oneshots, but the good-quality ones from that author who abandoned their account 2 years ago.

Toya - reads x reader oneshots, but the low-quality wattpad ones. He asked Akito what ABO was once and he nearly threw Toya's phone.

NIGHTCORD AT 25:00

Mizuki - reads smut for fun. Tries to find the dirtiest, nastiest stuff and then just reads it for funsies :)

Kanade - writes yuri fics. They are so horrendously tragic and sad and almost always end painfully. People are sobbing in the comments (she doesn't know why).

Mafuyu - writes smut for fun. I headcanon her as Asexual so she's not personally into it but she finds it fun. She asked Mizuki to beta read for her once but Mizuki's 'advice' was to write "awooga" on every sentence she thought was good.

Ena - writes and reads in equal portions but when she writes she is projecting onto the characters so hard it may as well be a traumadump.

WONDERLANDS X SHOWTIME

Tsukasa - reads angst and ugly sobs every time. He tends to only skim tags instead of reading them all so he accidentally read a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat fic once or twice. He hates them so much but he can't stop until he finishes the story, no matter what. It never ends well.

Emu - reads Dead Dove: Do Not Eat fics on purpose. For fun. Hurt no comfort is her favourite tag right next to Major Character death. Kicks her feet while she reads (having a great time).

Nene - mostly reads chatfics and Found Family fics. She's found them comforting for years. Mostly reads when she's sad.

Rui - this dude is a LIBRARY. He is such a well-rounded reader that you can ask for anything and he's got recommendations, even for fandoms he doesn't read. Nobody's quite sure how he does it. He has, at minimum, 100 tabs open on his phone and 150 tabs open on his computer.

MORE MORE JUMP

Minori - used to read any and every fic with Haruka in it, but always got flustered halfway through and couldn't finish them. She stopped reading them when she met her in person.

Haruka - has started reading any and every fic with Minori in it, but always gets flustered halfway through and can't finish them.

Airi - reads fics about herself to egosurf half the time. The other half of the time she's reading ABO fics for fun (she does the little personality quizzes too). It's her guilty pleasure.

Shizuku - doesn't know what fanfiction is.

LEO / NEED

Shiho - reads mostly yuri. Prefers fluff over angst but she'll take what she can get.

Ichika - reads some GL, but way more platonic fics. She tried writing fics of her own at some point but never did anything with them because she didn't like how they turned out (she still has them, though. They're hidden in her room).

Saki - reads exclusively BL and yaoi. Will talk to you about it if you mention anything even slightly related.

Honami - vaguely knows what fanfiction is, but doesn't really read it. She tried reading some fics about a couple of celebrities she liked, but was a bit weirded out and left it alone since then. She has nothing against people who do read fics, though.

#project sekai #project sekai headcanons #omg whisk real??? (personal posts)#kinda #fanfiction

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junniieesbby · 2 years

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Can I Help You? |Choi Yeonjun

Pairing: Yeonjun x F!reader

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, one shot

Characters: All of TXT

WC: 1.9k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: You were having a regular day at your best friends place, but then you accidentally walked in on one of them pleasuring himself. Which turned you on, and your brain decided you wanted to help him.

Warning: Swearing, sexual Content, Jerking off, Hand job,oral (m!receiving), dry humping, swallowing cum, readers first time doing these things and is a virgin, use of pet names.(let me know if I missed anything)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the members.

A/N: Hey guys <3 this is my first time writing, so if there is any mistakes or if you have any suggestions please let me know! Be nice ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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It was just another Friday when you were at the boys' house ready for movie and game night! You were all in the kitchen preparing some snacks while Yeonjun was in his room getting some of his work done before the movie started. You finished with the chocolate-covered strawberries and let them sit to harden so you guys can enjoy them later. You decided to go check on Yeonjun since he was in his room for a while, you thought maybe you can help him with something. “Hey guys I’m going to go see if I can help Yeonjun with anything before we start the movie,” you say as you grab your phone and head upstairs to Yeonjun’s room. “Don't take a long time!” Soobin said. “Tell Hyung to hurry up, we don’t have all day” Taehyun yelled so you could hear him since you were halfway up the stairs. “I will let him know,” you screamed back.

You had your phone in your hand and you were texting one of your friends about an assignment you guys had, and you didn’t pay attention so when you knocked on Yeonjun's door and he didn’t say anything you just assumed he was focused on his work, and you walked in closing the door behind you. As you look up from your phone you see Yeonjun sitting on his chair with his shorts down, and his cock in his hand while stroking it. You stopped dead in your tracks, witnessing one of your best friends jerking off wasn’t part of the plan. You gulped and turned red as he didn’t care and kept moving his hand up and down while biting his lip and looking at you. “S-sorry I k-knocked and y-you didn’t a-answer, so I thought y-you were b-busy with w-work.'' You say stuttering too stunned to form a sentence. “It’s okay Yn..” He moaned out. At this point, all you wanted to do was touch him and help him relieve himself. Without thinking, you asked him “Can I help you?” “You wanna touch me?” He responded. “Please..” You said the urge to touch him grew stronger. “Come here princess,” he said while halting his movement. You immediately locked his door and went to him kneeling beside him.

“I have never done this,” you said, a little embarrassed. “It’s okay baby I’ll teach you,” he said while running a hand through your hair. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his throbbing cock and moved it up and down. He let go of your hand once you got the hang of it. “Shit baby…you’re doing so good, so so good” he said, panting a little. After stroking his hard cock for a while you wanted him in your mouth. You don’t know what has gotten into you today you have never done any of those things, you were still a virgin for fucks sake. You look up at Yeonjun to grab his attention, you have your puppy eyes plastered on your face, and without a word, you open your mouth slightly to ask him if you can have him in your mouth. “Wanna suck me off princess?” He asked, raising his eyebrow with a smirk on those beautiful lips of his. You nodded as he chuckled at how eager you were. He told you to open wider and place your hand at the bottom of his dick and you began to suck him off. You went too deep which caused you to gag and Yeonjun groaned and said “it's okay baby, you'll get used to it”. He started to thrust into you and you dug your fingers in his thighs at the feeling. Yeonjun had his head back and he was biting his lip to stop the moans and groans from falling out of his mouth. You could tell that he was close at the pace he was going. “Fuck Yn…” he moaned while grabbing your hair in a ponytail to fuck your face better. “Ahh fuck, your mouth feels so good around my cock baby” he mumbled. A few more thrusts and he came undone in your mouth hot liquids shooting down your throat. He pulled out and you swallowed the salty liquids feeling proud that you made him cum. You were sure that your panties were soaked by now. “That was amazing you did so well for me baby,” Yeonjun said as he pulled his underwear up and grabbed you by your waist to make you straddle his lap.

He gave you a peck on your lips and smiled at you as you returned his smile. His roaming hands found their way to your clothed core and felt how wet you were. “Can I help you?” He asked you the same way you asked him earlier. You looked up at him “Can I ride you while being clothed?” You asked shyly. “Sure princess whatever you want. You got up to take your shorts off leaving you in your purple cotton panties. You straddled him again and began to move your hips. “Mmmh Junnie feels so good” you whispered, afraid that if you made any loud noise the boys would hear you downstairs. “I know baby…I know” Yeonjun whispered letting you know that he feels just as good as you. Your eyes closed as you felt an immense amount of pleasure on your clothed core. Your hands were now playing with his hair as you had your head buried in his neck while his head was buried in your neck giving each other a Hickey. After riding him for a while you could feel your orgasm approaching. “I’m going to cum baby,” You told Yeonjun, attaching your lips to his. “Me too, cum for me princess” he mumbled into your lips. As on cue, you came soaking your panties even more followed by a muffled moan. You kept your speed to ride out your high and help Yeonjun cum too.

Once you both controlled your breathing he picked you up and got your shorts and his shorts with him, went to his underwear drawer, grabbed two pairs, and headed to his bathroom placing you on top of the sink countertop. He took your panties off and threw them in his hamper and cleaned you up with a wet cloth. He pulled his boxers over your legs and helped with your shorts giving your lips a peck as he finished. He did the same with himself and wore a new pair of boxers and got his shorts back on, then he came and stood in between your legs while holding onto your waist giving you more loving kisses. “Been wanting to do that for so long princess you have no idea” he said while hugging you. “Can we do that more often and can you teach me more things?” you asked him in a shy tone. “Yes baby we can!” he told you with a smile. “Can I ask you something?” He asked while looking you in the eyes. “Yes, Junnie!,” you told him, still smiling. “I have had the biggest crush on you ever since I met you, but the boys and I promised we wouldn’t hit on you…I just think you are so beautiful and you always make me laugh and know how to put a smile on my face and I want to be with you. So, Yn will be mine” He said while his eyes had this spark to them as he was talking to you. “Well too late for the promise you and the boys made,” You said as you both started laughing silently. “I have had the biggest crush on you too Junnie. I just didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything… You always make me feel good when I am feeling down and you know how to put a smile on my face. Plus you let me borrow your big shirts” You said while looking down to show him that you were wearing his shirt. “So, Junnie, yes I would love to be yours as long as you always let me wear your shirts” You chuckled. “Yes baby you have unlimited access to my closet,” he said, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Yaya I am so excited” you cheered and placed a kiss on his cheek as well.

“Baby we have to go down, the boys told me to tell you to hurry down and look what happened,” you said in a panic. “I loved every second of what happened, but alright princess let's go down,” he said while helping you down from the countertop. You went down the stairs hoping no one heard or suspected a thing. As you go down to the living room all four heads turn and look at you. “Yn I said to hurry what took you guys so long?” Soobin asked. “Hyung you couldn’t have stopped your work, we've been wanting to watch the movie for so long” Beomgyu whined. “The chocolate-covered strawberries taste so good I had to control myself or I would’ve finished them,” Hyuka told you while giving you a thumbs up. “Hyung and Yn, please settle down so I can start the movie already,” Taehyun told you, motioning to the empty couch beside him. Yeonjun just chuckled and looked at his friends while answering their questions. “Yn was helping me on a part I was stuck on, that's why it took so long.” Yeonjun said as he averted his attention from Soobin to Beomgyu ``We said movie time would start at 8:00 PM it's 8:15 PM stop your whining” He looked at you and then at Hyuka and was like “you made chocolate-covered strawberries? Those are my favorite. I can't wait to try them. '' He said, grabbing your arm and taking you to the couch to settle down listening to what Taehyun had told you guys. Before you settled down you grabbed two paper plates and filled them with snacks for the both of you and you gave Yeonjun his plate while you sat very close to him. Taehyun turned the lights off and started the movie and Yeonjun leaned down to your ear and whispered “thank you baby” which sent butterflies to your stomach. You ended up all snuggled up to your loving boyfriend throughout the movie. The feeling was surreal as you smiled because of the joy the boy next to you made you feel.

#txt #tomorrow x tomorrow #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #txt fic #txt smut #txt oneshots #yeonjun fic #yeonjun smut #txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios

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Doves and their Peculiar Taste (aimevout) - Chapter 1

Notes: Once again begging u to not be mean to me for any potential historical inaccuracies. In this chapter Aimée meets Lannes for the first time.

Chapter 1 -

She was never a fan of travelling, the rattling of the carriage she occupied only exacerbated this fact. Her brother had informed her that she would meet her to-be husband halfway through her trip, wherein he would accompany her the rest of the way to one of Leclerc’s estates. He didn’t tell her much about the man, short of his name, where she would meet him, and his future status, it made Aimée more nervous than she already was. At least I have some time to think before meeting him. She thought to herself, the thought was short-lived as she observed the carriage slowly come to a stop. Out of curiosity, Aimée, who had been looking through the window which faced away from the passing estates, slowly turned to peak through the other window. She saw a man of short stature, in a republic typical general’s uniform, speaking loudly to another man, his laugh was loud enough even from far away to startle her.

Her chauffeur directed himself towards the general, shaking hands with him, briefly exchanging a few words, and gesturing towards the carriage. As the chauffeur himself returned the general followed suit, having said his goodbyes to the man with whom he was speaking upon the carriage’s arrival. The chauffeur opened the door to the carriage, much to a peaking Aimée’s fright. “Louise-Aimée, is it?” Still frightened, Aimée managed to timidly stutter out an answer “Yes, Louise-Aimée-Julie Leclerc.” “I trust Charles has at least mentioned me to you, I am the Monsieur Lannes to your soon-to-be Madame Lannes…” He entered the carriage as he spoke, Aimée attempted to slide to the furthest corner of the tight seat. Adding to her discomfort, after she extended her hand to Lannes expecting some sort of formal greeting, Lannes ignored her hand sliding his arm around her waist, his hands were cold, or was it her who was too warm? Was she sweating? She didn’t even realize the carriage started moving again. “We’re headed towards your brother’s estate, aren’t we? Have you been there? You should show me around...” His voice lowered as he finished the sentence. Lannes, having fully slid his arm around her, interlocked his fingers with those of his other hand, trapping her in his arms as he pulled her close, he looked her up and down, but mostly down. “Pardon me Monsieur Lannes but I believe you are coming off as a bit too upfront.” Aimée gathered her courage to meet his gaze at least momentarily when she spoke. Lannes chuckled, loosening his arms, but keeping her in his hold “Right, did I scare you?” Aimée couldn’t discern whether the question was genuine or from a place of mockery and gave him a puzzled look in response. “Sorry, sorry, I guess I did come off too strong”, he looked more awkward than remorseful.

An awkward silence followed between the two of them for most of the trip as the carriage rattled, moving across uneven patchy paths. Lannes, still loosely holding Aimée by the waist (much to her discomfort as she attempted to keep her waist as far away from his as possible) had leaned his head away from her towards the right. “Maybe you should tell me something about yourself…?”, she managed to speak, in a shy half-whisper tone, and noticed she accidentally woke him up. “Huh? Tell you what?”, Aimée gave him a disappointed look, ready to fall back into the more comfortable awkward silence, she turned her head to the left. Sensing her frustration, Lannes shifted towards her, leaning in close, his poor attempt at seduction was cut short by the carriage coming to a stop. Upon the chauffeur opening the doors to the carriage, Lannes stepped out first, holding out his hand for Aimée to support herself as she stepped out. At least he has the most basic of manners. She thought to herself. The sight of her brother brought her some relief, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Lannes. “Aimée, Lannes, I hope you had a smooth trip”, Leclerc stepped towards the couple to greet them. Lannes cleared his throat, “A pleasant surprise to see you here.” “Is it so? I suppose I have been quite busy, I am planning to leave not long after the wedding, I am unsure if I will even be able to attend the ceremony”, Leclerc shook hands with Lannes, and gently nodded towards his sister. “Yes, of course, I umm… I sort of expected we would have the manor to ourselves haha…” “I find that would be more appropriate after the ceremony…?”, Leclerc shot him a questioning look. “Of course! Of course”, Lannes nodded while looking around. “Well, Lannes”, Leclerc briefly turned his back to him gesturing to a woman standing at the main door of the estate who then slowly walked towards them, “This is my mother, Marie Jeanne, your to-be mother in law-“ “That’s it?”, the older woman interrupted her son, stopping in front of Lannes. “…Pardon me?”, Leclerc looked at her, genuinely confused, Aimée seemed slightly taken back by her mother’s reaction despite her agreeable feelings. “This is the guy? This is the one you chose for her?”, she looked Lannes up and down as she spoke as if she were analyzing a poorly built piece of furniture. “What of your friend? The one who likes birds… what was it?” “Davout?” “Yes.” “He is still recovering… I did invite him to some of the events I will be hosting in anticipation of the wedding, but Lannes-“ “Hm”, she cut him of once more, giving Lannes a final inspecting glance before walking back into the manor. Leclerc was left to awkwardly look back at the couple and back at the older woman, “You must forgive me Lannes, my mother, she can be a little too expressive of her opinions sometimes, you and Aimée can come in, I will speak to her while you two get settled in.” “I could speak to her if you’d like”, Aimée suggested. “No need Aimée, besides I am sure you and Lannes must still get to know each other”, Leclerc replied, he hurried towards the door as he finished speaking, looking slightly concerned.

Before she could try to follow him, Lannes once again pulled her towards him, “He’s right… what a great suggestion… we should get to know each other~”, Aimée gave him the most tired look she could muster hoping it would get the message across. She hoped maybe Lannes would change as she got to know him, but insofar, the impression he had made was a terrible one. The wedding in of itself was already daunting to her, the events her brother planned to hold to precede it even more so, she knew she would have to brace herself for way more socialization than what she could possibly handle. For some reason what her mother had said stuck in the back of her mind. ‘Davout’…? Who’s ‘Davout’? Did I ever even meet him?. She decided she would keep the name in the back of her head for future reference. It intrigued her.

#napoleonic #napoleonic era #napoleonic fan fic #aimevout #aimée leclerc #jean lannes #davout isn't really in this chapter sorry </3

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Very very rough translation of the VA Q&A from Neon Carnival! Keep in mind that I learned Mandarin as a third language in school and it's been years since I've had to use it. There's a lot of vocabulary I don't know and I'm certainly not going to know any slang, especially Taiwanese/fandom slang. And also the VAs are speaking Japanese so this translation comes to you through an additional layer of translation lol.

Eiden's VA (Netoru Irakusa) and Olivine's VA (One Night Love) introduce themselves, thank people for coming and enjoying the game, etc

Question: Have either of you VAs been to Taiwan? What's your impression of Taiwan?

Netoru says that it's his first time leaving Japan. One Night asks the audience when they think the two VAs woke up that morning. The answer is 5am. They both woke up at 5am and went for a walk, but they didn't plan or talk about it, they went for walks separately lol.

Netoru says that Taiwanese people are kind and he's looking foward to the food, but time is limited.

It's also One Night Love's first time leaving Japan. His impression of Taiwan is that the food is good. Before arriving he set a goal to eat [a meat rice dish?] and fried rice, but he's achieved both goals so he's not sure what to do now.

MC prompts the audience to suggest other foods.

They start pointing at the audience and going "TAPIOCA?" so I assume a lot of people must be yelling that lol. The two say they've already had bubble tea. The MC repeats something else the audience is yelling, but I don't understand what she said. One Night Love says something that sounds like "mapo tofu", so that might be it.

Question: When you received the invitation from NU: Carnival, what was your first impression of the game, or what were your feelings towards the character?

After Netoru answers but before the translator translates, One Night Love takes his jacket halfway off and Netoru touches his chest lmfao.

The translator translates their banter. I don't understand her translation for Netoru, but One Night Love responds that's why he came to eat a lot. One Night Love shows off his shirt by pulling his jacket off halfway again; Netoru asks him if he wants to take his clothes off. One Night Love responds no not really, it's actually a bit cold on stage.

Back to the question. I think the translator is translating for Netoru when she says that the first impression was wow, this game tears the characters' clothes, that's incredible. Eiden is a very cheerful character, so Netoru worried whether he'd be able to voice Eiden. MC remarks that Netoru is very cheerful, Netoru responds that right now he's very happy [and something else I don't understand].

Netoru repeats that Eiden is cheerful and that's why he was nervous voicing Eiden. However, that's the big draw of Eiden [t/n: I'm not sure if I understood this sentence correctly, so take it with a grain of salt.]

One Night Love: Olivine... (translator echoes: Olivine...)

One Night Love's first time seeing Olivine was probably the same as everyone else's first time: the SSR outfit. "Wow~ this character is very exciting."

Netoru: That's why you wanted to strip just now?

One Night Love: No, don't ruin my image, I wouldn't do something like that.

One Night Love protests a little more, though I don't understand it. Netoru more or less says "that's fine, you can still strip."

One Night Love says that Olivine really contrasts his appearance, his personality is very accepting and gentle, so he thought for a long time on how to get that feeling.

[The VAs banter a little before the translator resumes translating.]

Before recording they already think a lot, so while recording they use a lot of effort. However, there was a small misstep. When recording the bedroom scene - the game has a lot of h-scenes - One Night Love accidentally played Olivine as... too passionate [t/n: LMFAO]. So halfway through, One Night Love stopped to discuss it. "This way... would it be... not too good?"

[The next lines seem to be a translation of the VAs' banter. The ambiguity on who said what makes it hard to follow.]

Question: In this year, were there any especially memorable events?

I don't understand what event Netoru answered, but he says that he didn't think it would actually appear in game, so he's very happy.

One Night Love says something along the lines of "you make it sounds like he's never appeared." Netoru responds "but he couldn't fight before." [t/n: going off context clues, his answer to the question must have been Silver Miracle.]

They mention that now you can put Eiden on the home screen with the character you like. There's a bit of banter, and they ask people to raise their hands if they put Eiden on the home screen.

One Night Love takes a sip of his drink. Netoru goes "you're thirsty at a time like this?? aren't you too free??" and apologizes to the audience, then takes a sip of his own drink. There's a bit more banter and general goofing around.

Netoru continues that through this event, we [t/n: or he; it's ambiguous] can learn more about Eiden's past, so it moved him and let him connect deeper with the character. Also, in the main story, he's personally interested in Rin and what he'll do next.

More banter I can't understand, but then Netoru apologizes profusely. One Night Love retorts that Netoru isn't apologizing seriously enough, so Netoru kneels on the floor to apologize.

One Night Love: You can get up.

One Night Love says that there's a lot of memorable events, but if he had to choose one, it would be Festive Glimmer.

Netoru: The reason...?

One Night Love asks if there are Olivine fans in the audience. Audience members wave their green Topper lights.

One Night Love continues: fans of Olivine, I think you all know... his event outfit(s)... [t/n: sometimes Mandarin can be ambiguous about whether a noun is plural. He may be referring to all of Olivine's event outfits as a whole, or specifically FG Olivine's outfit.]

Question: Other than the charcter you voice, is there any other character you like?

He says something about skin color that I don't really understand. He got scared when he saw Olivine's outfit [t/n: presumably the FG one.] Compared to the story, this appearance is even more shocking. [t/n: I don't know if I understood this correctly.]

Netoru: Everyone should already know my answer.

Audience yells Topper, everyone laughs. [t/n: for those who may be reading this without watching the stream recording, Netoru is wearing a Topper mask.]

Netoru says he wants a Topper at home. Netoru and One Night Love have some banter that I can only assume is Topper-related. The translator translates part of it, but there's some overlapping speaking, so I don't really know what she said beyond "the stage is cold" and putting something (presumably Topper) in their jacket.

One Night Love: Me? Mmm... Topper.

Netoru jokingly threatens to pick a fight, but One Night Love defeats him by pulling out the Topper light that Netoru doesn't have.

One Night Love answers that he likes Edmond and Blade. He's friends with Edmond's VA, so he's excited to hear Edmond's VA's performance this time. The audience laughs, there's some banter I don't understand, and then One Night Love begins protesting that their relationship isn't like that.

One Night Love: Netoru~ Nee, nee, don't be like that~

Netoru: This is the first time he's called me by given name and not by surname

One Night Love likes Blade for a very simple reason: his appearance. He likes characters where the eyes are covered. He says something along the lines of yes, yes, he knows his eyes are covered. Right now he can't see much [t/n: he's wearing a plague doctor mask.]

Question for Netoru: When voicing Eiden, what's the difference between top and bottom, and how do you change between the two?

One Night Love seems to be complaining about something. I think he's jokingly mad about Eiden getting to switch, or in disbelief that Eiden switches, but I'm not sure. I have no idea what the following yelling is about, it's too fast and has too much cross-talk.

Netoru doesn't think too much about top or bottom, he mostly tries to understand the other person in the scene. One Night Love asks Netoru to understand him right now. Netoru lifts up his booklet to hide his face from One Night Love lol.

Netoru essentially says that it depends on the other person in the scene. With different people, he can voice act different feelings of topping or bottoming.

Netoru: Well of course there's some difference between topping and bottoming [gives a little example of both]

One Night Love: Give us a little more!

Netoru: I can't, if I give a little more I'll get scolded later

MC: You won't, you won't~!

Netoru does a fake moan. One Night Love asks him if he's being serious, it sounds a little too funny. Then Netoru does a more real-sounding moan, to the great joy of the audience.

Netoru continues, saying that with those examples, you should understand that there's a difference in how to voice act top versus bottom. However, in the end, he has to play to the other person's mood.

[t/n: they use 對手 for other person in the scene, which I understand to mean opponent. It's kind of funny to think of voice acting sex scenes as fighting with the other VA. I don't know enough about Taiwanese fandom culture to know if this is a VA term, a BL term, a general term, or what.]

Question for One Night Love: Olivine's scenes have some brave content, is there any scene or line that's more memorable?

One Night Love says that if he picks one he'll feel sorry for the other stories, but if he had to pick, he does have one that's super memorable. It has to be Idol Fest!

Then he starts singing bits of Summer Dream. If you haven't already watched a livestream recording, you should at least watch the part where One Night Love sings, it's so good.

In this event, the characters sing. One Night Love didn't have much chance before to sing character songs. He really hopes that afterwards he'll have chances to sing character songs again.

Question: If you could choose one character to date, who would you choose?

They say it at the same time: Topper. There's no other choice.

Question: What are your feelings on the 1 year anniversary? Do you have any words you want to say to the fans here at the event, as well as fans watching the livestream across the world?

Netoru says that this year passed by really quickly. He's very happy that he has a chance to celebrate with everyone. He wants to take this opportunity to express his gratitude to the fans of the game as well as the devs who work on it. [Fans cheer as the translator speaks, I'm not sure what she says.]

Netoru then says "I love you" in several languages, and finishes with "thank you" in Mandarin.

One Night Love starts with "I love you guys~" in Mandarin, in a tone that's soft and similar to Olivine. I don't understand this well enough to do a close translation, but the gist is that he's grateful for everyone's support and he hopes that as VAs they can keep creating beautiful stories. So please, everyone keep supporting them, so that they can have a 2nd year anniversary, a 3rd year anniversary, okay?

And then they set up and get ready for the live voiceover. End of Q&A.

#my posts #nu carnival #neon carnival #hough my brain. translation is so hard especially when you only half understand the language #I am a shame upon my ancestors

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