#but I can't deny they look cool as fuck for dancing

[sinni-ok-sessi]

kilt go wheeeee

#it turns out the videos are actually way less excruciating than the FOUR HOURS IN FRONT OF A FULL LENGTH MIRROR that the rehearsal was #so that's nice #also. I do bitch about kilts a great deal (we have sewn-in pockets now people. we don't have to live like this anymore) #but I can't deny they look cool as fuck for dancing

[readychilledwine]

can i please request an eris x reader where she has trouble sleeping so he helps her dooze off by putting her in his lap and cockwarms her whilst he does his reports🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

My Simping Eris Heart could never deny this 🥵

Lapcat

Warnings - NSFW minors DNI, owner/pet play dynamics, free use is mentioned, kind of leads to Somno vibes?

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

You rolled in the soft silk sheets again, trying to find any warmth you could on the cold Autumn night.

You loved the Forest House, truly you did, but at times, Beron allowed the weather shield to drop to cool his heat filled below ground rooms. You and Eris had always opted for a room above ground, wanting to see the trees, smell the fresh air instead of the lingering damp soil. This was a consequence of that choice, mainly since being a daughter of the Summer Court, you had no fire magic. 

You pulled Eris's pillow closer to you, breathing in his scent and shutting your eyes. Maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough, the need for sleep would take over. A soft tug came down the bond, an invitation to join him in his office. 

You got out of the bed, wrapping a sheet around your naked frame before wandering down the hall and into the luxurious space your mate had spent most of the night.

Eris was hunched over the desk, his long red hair cascading in waves over his shoulder as he finished whatever paper he was on. You couldn't help but to bite your lip at the way his brow was creased, his hand slightly clenched, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling. "Hello, kitten," he greeted you without looking up. "Can't sleep?"

"It's too cold," you shivered as you answered him, moving as he turned the chair and spread his legs for you to stand between them. "Miss you."

Eris's lips twitched into a soft smile as he studied you and brought his hands to your hips to bring you closer. "I miss you too, kitten. Want me to warm you up?" 

It was his tone, the coy smirk, and way his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your ass that had heat pooling in between your legs and your stomach tightening into knots. 

His hand gently tugged the sheet, growling as it danced off of you and onto the floor in a flowing pool. He began to roam your body. Fingers brushing each curve, every delicate dip of your flesh

Eris began placing soft kisses along your ribcage as his hands worked on kneading your breasts. "So beautiful, y/n." You head fell back at the praise, a soft sigh leaving your throat as his warm hands left goosebumps in every inch of skin they touched. "Need you on my cock, baby." 

It never took you long to be ready for Eris. The male would simply look at you and your panties were soaked. You nodded eagerly, stepping back thinking he'd be bending you over the mahogany desk and fucking you into oblivion. 

He didn't though.

He stood leisurely, taking his time with each button his shirt before putting in on you and leaving it open, smirking at the slight of you in his clothing. He then sat again, hands undoing his leathers until he freed his hard leaking cock from the confines of his pants. He motioned you over with two fingers before pulling you into his lap, hovering above his cock. "I need you. I desperately need you, but I have to finish my paperwork and reports, okay kitten?" You whimpered, tears beginning to form in your eyes. "No pouting, princess." His cock ran through your folds, gathering wetness. He allowed the head to smack against your clit pulling a moan from you. "We'll still both get what we want."

He lined up with your core and pushed your plush hips down slowly, watching intently as you swallowed him inch by inch.

The stretch burned, igniting your body in pleasure and heat as your head fell back again and you started panting. He groaned loudly, his eyes fluttering shut against his high cheekbones once he was fully seated inside of you. You went to hook your legs over his knees, aching for better leverage to ride him with, and he tutted you gently. 

Eris pulled you into his warm chest, tucking your head against his neck and kissing your temple. "Stay right here while I finish working, kitten. Then you can ride me until dawn breaks."

Your core twitched on his cock on occasion causing him to shift and give you a soft thrust that was never enough. You took a few deep breaths, calming your heart as he began working again. 

The soft scratch of the pen on parchment, the warmth of his body, the feeling of fullness as his hard cock rested in your wet pussy, and the scent of warm apples and bonfire embers had your mind falling into a safe place. One you had been previously searching for in the bed you two shared. 

Eris placed another soft kiss on the side of your head. "That's it, kitten. Get some good rest for me so I can keep you up later." Your eyes shut slowly against his neck as you snuggled further into him leading to him pushing his cock back in further. "Doing so good, princess. Such a pretty little lap Cat warming my cock while I work."

Your breath fell into soft pants on his neck and cheek, causing Eris to smirk. He had purposely put the fire in your room out hoping this would happen, and now, only 20 reports stood between him and fucking you while you slept, a favorite free use habit you two had started enjoying together. 

The only question he had, as your core twitched and soft moans and pleas began to fall from your lips from the dreams he knew you were having was this, did the heir truly have enough self control to finish his work first?

#acotar #acotar x reader #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #vanserra brothers #soft somno #eris fic #eris acotar

[borathae]

"An unexpected rainstorm forces you to seek refuge at your best friend's house. Hoseok just so happens to also be your boyfriend's best friend, who till this day gushes about the night he and Hoseok shared. Soon you can't take the curiousity about his skills anymore. Especially when he looks so goddamn hot and the clothes you borrowed from him smell just like his cologne."

Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x Witch!Reader

Genre: Best Friends with Benefits!AU, Polyamory!AU, Smut, some domestic sweetness

Warnings: minimal Yoongi x f.Reader, Domish switch!Hoseok, Switch!Reader, there's not really a D/s dynamic though just two people having sex where one just happens to take the lead more & then they change it up, *whispers* if you're new to the Sanguis Universe everyone fucks everyone here lmaoo, Hoseok is a whole boyfriend i said what i said, he gives her his clothes to wear, they smell like him <3, Hobi is a lil nervous hehehe, lap sitting, making out, oral (f. & m.receiving), mattress & thigh humping, handjob, she spits on his cock, he spits on her pussy, passionate missionary, hair pulling (m.receiving), nipple play (m.receiving), clit & pussy spanking with his cock, he shows off his vampire face, dirty talk, praise, he calls her good girl & babygirl, he's into making her beg, multiple orgasms for both, creampies, cockwarming for aftercare, cuddly aftercare, Hoseok's so whipped for her

Wordcount: 12.6k

a/n: you guys, i'm scared he is so hot fjadsfja also, if anyone dares to call me out on my oral fixation i will lick your nostril JFJADJF istfg i can't even deny that i have it hahahah have fun besties because a bitch might cum 💗

The rain surprised you today. You were at the university’s library for most of your afternoon after having spent your lunch and morning hours in lectures and classes. You want to finish your education. This is what your current plan is. A little bit of normalcy and the feeling of achieving one of your life long goals. 

You are the only one who went back to university after everything which happened. The others had no reason to do so and you didn’t blame them. You really liked being back at university, spending your days studying and your evenings practicing magic or cuddling with your  boys. You are living the best fucking life.

The rain surprised you today. You were on your way back home when a sudden rain shower took control of the sky. You could have easily called one of your boys and they could have picked you up, but you didn’t feel like it. Seokjin’s – aka Hoseok’s – house was just in reach and you are sure that you can find refuge there. 

You increase your steps, fighting against the storm. Hopefully Hoseok is home. Seokjin and Emma are back in Gordes for a few months, so Hoseok has been taking care of the house. He spends most of his weekends at the estate however, if he isn’t busy with his dance school that is. 

You hurry up the few steps and slam your finger on the doorbell. 

No answer for a few moments too long. The rain is wet and cold, the harsh storm brings down the temperature even more. You are shivering like crazy. Your clothes are soaked entirely.

You ring the bell a second time in sync with Hoseok opening the door. It results in you being able to hear the shrill ringing. 

“Hey”, you say, slipping your finger from the bell to give him a little wave.

“Hey there hey, come in. Quick, come in”, he greets you, waving you inside as he steps out of the way, “the weather’s crazy all of a sudden. Shit, look at you. You’re soaked.”

“I’m freezing my ass off. The rain surprised me”, you tell him, “can I put my stuff on the mat?”

“Yeah sure.”

Hoseok locks the door while you shrug off your soaked outdoor clothes and backpack.

“You’re lucky I have increased hearing. I was wearing headphones.”

“Yeah? Did you practice dance?” you ask, taking off your shoes.

Hoseok is already busy spreading your wet jacket on the radiator in order for it to dry quicker. 

“Nope, just making music.”

“That’s cool. You keep talking about it. I wanna listen to your stuff, seriously.”

Hoseok dismisses you with a nonchalant tilt of his head, “soon. It’s not finished yet.”

“You’re a perfectionist. I’m sure it’s already good.”

“Yeah I am, but at least it means that once it’s done, it’s amazing.”

“I can’t argue what that”, say and feel shivers run through you, “brrrr, I’m so cold. And wet. Urgh, I hate the rain.”

“You love rain.”

You laugh, “yeah, I do. I just don’t like it right now.”

Hoseok smiles and chuckles. He nods his head into the direction of the stairs. 

“You know where the bathroom is. You can take a hot shower if you want.”

“This would literally save my life. Thank you”, you say and turn to hurry upstairs, “can I borrow clothes?” 

“Yeah sure. What’s your size again?”

Spending time at Hoseok’s place feels familiar and safe. You know every nook and cranny, find everything blindly and feel at home in the rooms. It is not only because you spent months in the guestroom during the time Namjoon was still a threat and you hated Yoongi. But it is also because next to the estate, the former Sanguis frat house feels like a second home. You and the others are always welcome here, you are allowed to act at home and the company is always amazing. There are many days where you take a short rest stop at Hoseok’s place before going home. And there are also many days where the others, especially Jungkook, leave the estate to spend time at Hoseok’s instead. In a sense, the cozy townhouse has become an extension of the estate where all of you are always welcome. 

You are in the middle of drying your hair with Hoseok’s dryer when he knocks on the door.

“I’ve put the clothes in front of the door”, he calls out.

“Yes. Thanks”, you call back. 

Hoseok picked out one of his comfiest sweat suit. He is currently in a phase where he enjoys wearing matching sweat suits sets in the most colourful of combinations and with many accessories bringing the look together. He always looks to die for in them. He picked out a grey coloured sweat suit with neon green accents for you. You saw him wear it before and he looked amazing in it. 

He also laid out a pair of boxers for you and some socks. They are freshly washed because if there is one thing Hoseok is, it is clean. 

The clothes smell just like him and the cologne he always wears. Masculine and clean with a hint of sandalwood at the end. You catch yourself smelling the collar of his hoodie way too vividly, cringing at yourself afterwards because of how embarrassing that was. You couldn’t help yourself. He smells so good. 

Now wrapped in his soft clothes and with your body warmed up, you decide to look for him. Knowing Hoseok, he was back in his home studio. 

It is located on the second floor just past his bedroom and the guestroom Yoongi stayed in all those years ago. The door is closed and you know that knocking is fruitless. You still do, entering his room at the same time. 

“Hobi?”

He doesn’t answer you.

Just like you had thought, Hoseok was lost in his music, nodding his head to the beat of it. You can hear snippets of it escaping his headphones. It sounds as if he was rapping "burn" over and over again. The beat sounds aggressive and perfectly rhythmical.

“Hobi?” you repeat yourself and tap his shoulder. 

He presses pause and takes off his headphones, turning with his chair afterwards.

“Hey there ___”, he says and grins, tilting his head to the side.

“Sorry to disturb you.”

“You’re not”, he assures you and studies you from head to toe, “cute. My clothes fit you well.”

“Thanks”, you say, smoothing over the front, “they smell like you.” 

He grins, “and that means?”

“Nothing”, you mumble and look away. Shit, why did you say that? So embarrassing.

He chuckles and turns back to his desktop. He is wearing a brown sweat suit today, combining some rings and an expensive watch with it. Knowing Hoseok, he would wear some funky glasses and chunky sneakers with it if he were to leave the house. But alas, only a pair of white socks adorns his feet. The latter he currently taps to a silent beat. The song must still be stuck in his head even now that he isn’t playing it.

You take a step closer and point at the screen. Hoseok sneaks a glance up at you. You aren’t aware of it, but like this, your body is touching his upper arm. Your warmth seeps right through your clothes.

“I heard glimpses of the song. It sounded really good”, you say.

Hoseok turns back to you again. Like this, you are between his legs.

“You think so?” he asks, resting his head back against the chair in order to look up at you. His elegant fingers are folded on his stomach.

“Yeah. You sang about burning stuff?” 

“Yeah”, he laughs, “you could say it like that. I still haven’t finished the verses yet. It’s just a guide version for now.”

“It already sounds good.”

“Thanks”, he says and stands up with his eyes running over your face. He steps closer to you, placing his hand on the table beside you, “why are you here?”

“I, I uhm”, you clear your throat, “Hobi, don’t be like that”, you complain and push at his chest.

“Like what?”

“A flirt.”

He laughs, “I’m not flirting. I genuinely wanna know why you’re here.”

“I was on my way home from uni and the rain surprised me. This was closest.” 

“So I wasn’t a reason?”

“You’re always a reason”, you say and nudge him, “silly.”

He laughs and steps back, “are you hungry?”

“Starving actually.”

“Wanna cook together?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Funky. Let me just save this and then I’m ready.”

“Yeah, take your time. I’m calling Yoongi to let him know that I’ll stay the night here”, you say with your back already turned to him as you leave the room. You can’t see the surprised look Hoseok sends you at the mention of you sleeping over or the faint smile which follows. 

“Sure, tell him”, he says and looks back at his song.

You walk downstairs as you talk to Yoongi. The latter picks up after the third ring.

“Hey, my princess.”

“Hey, my prince.”

“Are you okay?”

“I am, don’t worry. The rain surprised me.”

“I know, I noticed. I was worried already”, he confesses, making you smile.

“Of course you were. Don’t worry about me, love. I managed to get to Hoseok’s just in time.”

“Thank god, phew”, he exhales loudly, “I can relax now.” 

“Yeah”, you giggle. He’s so cute.

“Are you staying the night? I don’t think the weather’s gonna get any better.” 

“Yeah right? I’ll stay the night if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is. You don’t gotta ask”, he assures you and suddenly you can hear the smirk in his voice, “maybe you’ll end up watching his stuff too, mhm?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. 

“Yoongi”, you gasp. 

He chuckles deeply, “I’m messing with you.”

“Wah, so mean. I feel hot now.”

“Sorry”, he laughs.

“You’re not.”

“Mhm, no I’m not.”

“So mean”, you mumble and snicker. Yoongi does the same. 

Silence follows, which Yoongi breaks.

“Where are you right now?”

“Kitchen. I’m waiting for Hobi to come down. He’s working on his mixtape.” 

“Mhm, the songs are really good.”

“You heard them?”

“Yeah. He showed me and asked for my input.”

“That’s so unfair. He doesn’t want to show them to me”, you whine.

Yoongi chuckles, “poor woman. You’ll love them once he does.”

“Mhm, I’m sure I will”, you say as your eyes shift to the doorway. Hoseok is finally here, “hey love? Hobi just came. I’m gonna hang up now if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell him hi.”

“Yoongi says hi.”

Hoseok smiles, “thanks Yoongi. I say hi back.” 

“He says hi back.”

“Thanks”, the smile is obvious in Yoongi’s voice, “have fun, love. Yeah?”

Your heart flutters. You know exactly how he meant that.

“So mean”, you mumble, making him laugh, “I’ll have fun”, you add in a chuckle.

“Good. Sweet dreams, princess.” 

“You too, Boongie. I’ll come home for lunch tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll have something prepared.”

“Ooh, now I can’t wait. I love you, Boongie.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“And Yoongi! Before I forget!”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell the others where I am? So they don’t worry.”

“Of course, I’ll tell them.”

“Thank you, love. Okay, bye then.”

“Bye, love.”

You hang up and place the phone aside, smiling to yourself. 

Hoseok, who watched you talk to Yoongi on the phone, sends you a teasing look.

“You’re so whipped for this man”, he coos and nudges your upper arm.

“Yes I am. What about it?” you throw back with a pout.

“Nothing. It’s cute”, he says and points at his fridge, “what you wanna eat? I gotta warn you, I don’t have lots of groceries because I haven’t really eaten lots of human food lately.”

“Really? But you love human food. Are you okay?”

“Very. Just way too preoccupied with the mixtape. I just crack open a blood bag and I’m good. It takes less time.”

“You guys are so lucky that you can choose if you want to eat food or not. I miss out on food once and feel shitty.”

“Yeah right, I guess we are lucky”, he says and sticks his head into the fridge, “what do you wanna eat?”

You close the distance and try to look inside the fridge as well, “what do you have? Oh pesto. We could make pasta with pesto.”

“That sounds good. I think I still have your favourite pasta.”

“Really?”

Hoseok opens the kitchen cabinet and pulls out a package of your favourite pasta.

“Yup”, he says, shaking it.

“Wah Hobi, I love you. This is the best pasta shape ever.”

“Yeah, it’s good. It holds the sauces well.”

“Agreed and it’s the perfect size for my mouth.”

Hoseok snorts, “that’s what she said”, he says, earning himself a nudge to the chest.

“Perv”, you say, but chuckle.

Hoseok snickers and busies himself with getting out the pot and filling it with water. He puts it on the stove and turns the heat on.

“What should we do now that the water needs to boil?” he asks.

“You could show me your songs.”

Hoseok smiles, “why are you so persistent?”

“Because”, you nudge his chest, “I talked to Yoongi and he told me that you show him your songs.”

“Yeah? And?” Hoseok is giggling, which means he’s being playful. 

“Hobi, come on”, you whine, chasing him to grab his waist and squeeze it.

He flees you with minimal effort, letting out squeaky giggles while his hands hold yours in place.

“I’m so curious. Come on, show me”, you whine.

“Fine okay”, he squeaks, “okay, I’ll show you. Just stop tickling me”, he says and pulls you out of the kitchen.

You skip next to him happily, swinging your hands back and forth. Hoseok studies you.

“Why are you so happy?”

“Because I’m gonna hear your music.”

Hoseok sits you down on his studio chair while he busies himself with turning on the big speakers and subwoofer. You pull your legs up on the chair so you can sit cross-legged and watch him squat down in front of the desk. He rests his chin on it as he clicks away on his computer. 

You place your hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle massage. Hoseok reacts by leaning into you slightly and letting out a deep purr. 

“Okay, this song’s called More. I really like it”, Hoseok explains.

“Is it the one I could hear?” you ask, running your fingertips through the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck.

“No that one’s gonna be called Burn. It’s not done yet.”

“I see. Well then, play it. I’m so excited.”

“Right”, he says and presses play. He gets up and stands next to you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a stern, almost angry, expression on his face. You glance at him at first, but then concentrate on the song instead. It’s an amazing song. It is not all how you imagined Hoseok’s music to be and you feel terrible that you thought so because as you listened to the hard beat and aggressive guitar riffs between his passionate rapping, you realise just how Hoseok this song is. It is in Korean, which makes understanding the lyrics difficult for you, but you don’t have to understand every word to know that this song means a lot to him.

The song ends. 

You cheer and clap instantly, bouncing in the chair. Hoseok doesn’t react to your cheers. He merely tilts his head to the side in a twitch and clicks his tongue, looking displeased.

“Ah I could add more reverb at one sixty”, he says and leans on the table as he works with a stern expression.

“This was amazing, Hobi. Look, I’ve got goosebumps”, you say, showing off your arm.

“You think so?”

“Yes. It was amazing. It had me totally captured and I wanna listen to the song whenever I do something I need motivation for.”

Hoseok turns and sits down on the edge of the desk. He still has his arms crossed.

“Thanks ___, that means a lot.”

“I’m serious. You’re so talented.”

“Thank you”, his features soften as if he finally starts to like the song as well, “yeah, I’m proud of it”, he says and smiles, “it took me a long time to get there, but it’s a good song. You know, I need my stuff to be perfect and I can’t rest till I’m satisfied.” 

“I know. You’re a perfectionist”, you tease, nudging him in the thigh.

“Yeah true”, he agrees and pushes himself off the table, “we should check on the noodle water.”

The water is boiling when you enter the kitchen so Hoseok pours in some pasta while you prepare the pesto and a plate for later. You set a timer on your phone, showing it to Hoseok.

“We’ve got around eight minutes to spare. Any more songs you can show me?” 

“No, but I’ve got a living room we can chill in."

You chuckle, “you’re so secretive with your songs.”

“Hey, they have to be perfect. I already stressed out ‘cause you listened to More.”

“Okay, okay I’m not saying anything. For what it’s worth, I genuinely think it’s an amazing song.”

“Yeah? Thanks, uhm”, he flusters and giggles, “shit, you got me giggling. Hah, thanks.”

You chuckle fondly, “you’re cute, Hobi.”

You eat your pasta in the living room, chatting about everything and anything while outside it storms. You and he clean the kitchen after you finished dinner and then return to the living room for dessert and more chatting. 

You and he share the sofa. Hoseok is sipping on a glass of blood while you opted for hot cocoa. 

“Are you okay?”Hoseok asks, interrupting your monologue about your library experience today. 

“Why are you asking?”

“Cause you’ve been rubbing your shoulders since we sat down.”

“Oh yeah. I guess I’m just a little tense. My backbag was really heavy today and it fucked my shoulders. It hurts.”

“I can massage you.”

“Really?”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Yes please. Oh my god, my saviour”, you say and get off the couch to sit down in front of him. Hoseok hands you a blanket so you can cover your lower body and then he turns so you were between his legs and he could reach your shoulders. 

He rubs his hands together to warm them.

“Should I take off the hoodie?” you ask.

“No it’s fine. I’m starting. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

With your consent, Hoseok places his hands on your shoulders. He begins his massage by rubbing the flat of his palms up and down your shoulders and arms.

“What did you wanna tell me before I interrupted you?” he asks.

“Mhm? Oh yeah! As I was saying, I tried to use the computer to look for the book and it didn’t show me anything.”

“Oh no. How did you find it then?”

Hoseok begins rubbing circles into your shoulders, looking for the tighter areas so he could relax them. 

“That’s when it gets cool because I used magic to find it.” 

“Yo, really?”

“Yes, really. I concentrated really hard and thought of the words Yoongi taught me and then suddenly, I heard a small bell sound.”

“A bell sound?” Hoseok gasps. He is putting pressure into his touches, relaxing the tense areas. They are hard under his fingertips, no wonder you were in pain.

“Yeah seriously, a bell sound. And it became louder the closer I got to the book and then bam.”

Hoseok gasps.

“The book was right there. In front of my eyes.”

“Okay that’s so funky. What the hell?”

You snicker, nodding your head.

“I felt like a real witch then. I almost yelled until I realised I was at the library.”

Hoseok chuckles, “you’re seriously so cool. I know who to call if I ever lose something again.”

“Yes please do. Ah”, you tense up, “ah geez, it hurts.”

“Relax. You’re too tense”, Hoseok says.

“It hurts a lot, you know?”

“I know. You’re really tight in this area”, he says, digging his thumbs into the area.

“I know, ah geez”, you hiss, writhing in discomfort, “no need to break my shoulders, ah.”

“I’m not even using a lot of my strength”, he defends himself and lessens the pressure, “how’s that?”

“Yeah, it’s better. Sorry, I’m a little wimp when it comes to getting massaged.”

“It’s chill. I can be gentle”, he says, rubbing circles into your neck.

You feel yourself shiver. Not only because of the relaxing touches, but also because of his words. You are very well aware that he didn’t mean them in a sexy way, but it’s difficult not to understand them in such a way when Yoongi’s words still run through your mind. You ogle the TV, then the armchair next to it. Yoongi told you what Hoseok did to him on that chair. You fumble with your own fingers, feeling your heart speed up in your chest. Would it be weird to bring it up right now? He is being such a good friend and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable by being a horny slut. You are aware that Hoseok is a very down to fuck kind of guy, but just because he is, doesn’t mean that he always has to be in the mood to be a horndog. He’s just a person after all and a person you love so very dearly.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asks, placing his delicate hands on your upper arms, “am I being too rough?”

“W-why do you ask?” you stutter.

“Your heart’s racing”, he says and rubs your arms, “I can stop if you don’t want to anymore.”

“No, I uhm, no. Hah”, you laugh breathily, “sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Okay? Do you wanna tell me?”

“It’s okay. I don’t wanna make you feel weird.”

“Dude, now you gotta tell me. You can’t just say that. I’m a nosy bastard”, he says, pushing you gently. He laughs.

You laugh, swaying back and forth.

“Yeah I guess”, you say.

“So? Tell me”, he encourages you.

You turn and lift your head so you can look up at him. Hoseok switches between looking into your right and left eye, letting his hands tangle between his legs.

“You gotta pinky promise not to be weird”, you say, lifting your hand.

Hoseok hooks his pinky finger with yours, “promise”, he says and seals it by pressing his thumb against yours, “now open your mouth and talk. You’re making me nervous.”

You lower your hand and take a deep breath, “I’d be down to watch your movies”, you say.

Hoseok gawks at you. His mouth falls open. The silence is intense. His eyes are almost round from how widely he opens them. His reaction is understandable and adorable.

“If you’d be down that is”, you add, giving him a little lopsided smile afterwards.

“I uh”, he lets out and blinks quickly. His air leaves him in a breathy laugh, his right hand comes to touch his chest, “a-are, are you sure?”

You nod your head, “I’m curious what all the talk is about”, you say and scoot closer to nudge his chest, “you’ve got Yoongi still talking about what you guys did that night.”

Hoseok exhales in a laugh and turns his head to the side. His hand shoots up to rub the side of his neck, coyness washes over his features.

“He does?”

“Yeah, totally. You know what he told me on the phone today?”

Hoseok shakes his head. He still isn’t looking at you, fumbling with his own ear nervously.

“That maybe you’ll show me your stuff and that I should have fun. You’ve seriously messed him up back then.”

“Yo dude that’s just- yo”, Hoseok says and stumbles off the couch, running his hands through his fluffy hair. He laughs, but it sounds nervous and so not at all like Hoseok.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, following him with your eyes. He is prancing up and down, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“You’re messing with me, that’s what up. You?” he looks at you with widened eyes.

“What about me?”

“Outta all the people coming here begging for a fuck, you’d be last I expected this from.”

“Why?” you ask in a chuckle, “you’ve got Yoongi talking about it and Kook mentioning it when I fuck him dumb. I wanna see what the deal is about. Besides, I was just asking if we could watch your stuff, I never mentioned sex.”

Hoseok scoffs, “sure ___.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and pout, “we don’t have to do it you know? Wow, I feel so attacked right now.”

Hoseok studies you for a moment.

“Yeah uhm, give me a moment”, he says and then leaves the room.

You boil in your loneliness, feeling like dying would be less awkward than what just happened. Out of all the reactions you expected Hoseok to have, pure shock and the need to flee wasn’t one of them. You expected gloating, pride, happiness and cocky teasing, but not for him to run away. You touch your own chest because the embarrassment you feel sits heavy in your chest. This was the most humiliating shit you ever pulled. Fuck, you want to dissolve into thin air.

You pull out your phone to text Yoongi and ask him if he could come pick you up, but before you can, Hoseok is back in the room. He is carrying a translucent hard plastic box filled with cassettes and DVDs.

“Sorry it took me a while, I had to make sure the collection’s complete”, he says and puts the box on the coffee table in front of you, “I still got a box upstairs. Let me get it”, he says and disappears again.

You have never felt lighter before. All the embarrassment from before is gone from your chest. He didn’t quit on you, he just got his stuff. You sit down on the edge of the sofa and begin looking through the box. The movies seem to be from the nineties and two thousands. He’s on a few covers. Naked and with a hard-on. You try not to look at it even if you were literally moments away from watching him fuck on TV.

“Okay, I think this should be everything now. I’ve also got my Only Fans, but you have to subscribe to see that stuff”, Hoseok says and places the second box next to the first one. The box was filled with DVDs and hard drives. He sits down next to you, close enough that your legs were touching, “see anything you like?” he asks, placing his arm around you. He doesn’t let it touch you, instead he just makes you hyperaware of its presence behind you. You feel yourself fluster because Hoseok has never been that close to you with an underlying sexual intention. Of course you and he hug and cuddle as friends, but initiating touch with the near future of fucking is new to you.

You turn your head to him. Hoseok meets your eyes. You and he are just inches away from kissing. The close proximity makes you feel giddy. He’s got really pretty eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, studying your eyes and then your lips.

“Nothing.”

“Nervous?”

You look away, “shut up.”

“Wah look at you”, Hoseok coos and bumps his chest into you playfully, “moments ago you wanted to watch my stuff and now you’re nervous about it.”

“Dude, shut up”, you complain.

Hoseok giggles and pulls you into him with a strong arm just so he can shake you around a little.

“Look at you being nervous.”

“Shut up”, you whine, “I’ll punch you in the balls, I’m serious.”

“Hey, hey don’t ruin what’ll benefit you later. My balls are precious cargo, ___.”

You roll your eyes, shoving him off of you, “you’re annoying.”

“Why? I’m just saying.”

“Urgh whatever”, you say and look back into the boxes.

Hoseok scoots closer and reaches into the first box. He pulls out a DVD. He is on the cover, oiled up and with his dick in his hands. You are looking right at it if you wanted to or not. It’s well-shaped, an impressive length and just girthy enough that you have to do a double take. It almost looks – to put it frankly – just a little bit out of place on him. He is a very petite guy, slender and fit, and his cock looks almost massive on his body. His elegant fingers look so small around it.

“Your dick’s huge, dude. What the hell?”

Hoseok laughs, “right? It’s my vampire cock though. People never noticed, but it comes in handy when you can grow your dick.”

“I can imagine. For porn it’s practical”, you say and glance at his face. 

He meets your eyes.

“I hope you know that this is really fucking awkward for me.”

He chuckles, “it’s not awkward for me.”

“I know. You’re an exhibitionist.”

“Right”, he nudges you gently, “don’t be awkward. It’s just me naked and very hard.”

He makes you laugh which lessens the awkwardness. 

“Yeah, right that’s the issue here. You’re my best friend and now I’m looking at your boner. I really didn’t think this through. Dude, that’s what happens when you massage me, I say stuff.”

“I’m your best friend?” he sounds moved. 

“Yeah. Well. Technically Yoongi’s like my bestest friend, but you’re my best friend. You know?”

“This just got really emotional right now. Thank you, ___”, he says and drapes his arm over you to pull you into a soft temple kiss. 

You lean into it, feeling good about it.

“You’re one of my best friends too”, he says and gives you a little squeeze, “we don’t have to do this, you know? It’s okay if you changed your mind.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t wanna stop. I just have to live with the fact that now I know how huge your dick is.”

He laughs and lifts the DVD into your vision, “wanna know why I picked this?” 

“Cause your cock’s huge?”

He laughs, “no it’s because this is the movie I watched with Yoongi that got him all horny”, he says and flips the cover. His co-star is on the back, showing off his oiled-up hole. You do another double take not for cock reasons, but because the actor looks way too similar to Yoongi. Hoseok, who saw your eyes flit back for a second glimpse, grins, “you’re seeing it too, aren’t you?”

“I do. What the hell?” you gasp, grabbing the cover to get a closer look, “are sure that that’s not Yoongi and he just erased your memories back then?”

Hoseok laughs, “it could be a theory. But no, that’s Niragi. We did a few films together, but then lost contact.”

“It’s crazy how similar they look. Except for maybe their holes.”

Hoseok snort laughs, “___”, he gasps and nudges you.

You snicker, glancing at him, “I’m just saying. Yoongi’s not that loose.”

“I know. I felt it”, Hoseok says and looks at your lips.

You feel it, just as you feel your heart speed up because of it.

“We could watch that if you want”, he whispers.

“Intriguing, but I wanna see you act with a woman. Got something that looks like me?”

He chuckles, “babygirl, no one’s ever come close to your beauty”, he partially jokes.

You roll your eyes and nudge his chest, “sweet talker.”

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He gives your lips one last hungry gaze then finally looks back into the boxes, “I’ve got something you could like. You like female gaze stuff, don’t you?”

“Do I give off those vibes?”

“With the men you date? Yeah.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask in a laugh.

“They’re at your feet worshipping your every step. I’d be surprised if they even as much as called you bad girl in bed.”

You snort, “you’d be surprised then.”

“Mhm, surprise me”, Hoseok purrs and pulls out a black hard drive, “that’s where the good shit is”, he says and stands up, “get ready for a good show ‘cause I fucked like rent’s due in this movie.”

“I’m expecting great things, you know that don’t you?”

Hoseok squats down in front of his TV.

“Yeah, I do”, he glances at you over his shoulder. He lifts it after a second and giggles, “shit, I’m nervous now. You’re gonna watch my shit.”

You study him. He is so attractive to you right now. Shit, you’re getting horny. It’s so easy to get you turned on.

“Or, I don’t know, we could skip the movie and make out instead?”

Hoseok hesitates. Hoseok takes a deep breath. Hoseok looks at your lips. And Hoseok places the hard drive aside just to stand up and hurry to you. He falls to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. Like this, you are almost face to face, sharing intense silence and even more intense eye contact.

“Is this a yes?” you ask him.

He nods his head, looking at your lips.

You move in, but Hoseok moves back.

“Mhm?” you are confused.

“I just need to know that this isn’t gonna ruin what we have”, he says. You never heard him with such seriousness in his voice before, “I like you so much and I don’t wanna lose you just ‘cause of one night. If tonight’s gonna fuck us up, I don’t wanna continue.”

“It’s not gonna ruin it for me. You?”

“It’s not gonna ruin it, no fuck”, he laughs breathily, “fuck, I wanted to make out with you for ages. Not that I’m one of those desperate dudes thinking they’re friendzoned, it’s just that I kiss my friends if they’re into it. Or fuck them. And show them my porn.”

You laugh, “I know, Hobi. We’re not traditional. None of us.”

“Yeah, it’s the fucking best”, he says and moves in, cupping your cheek with both hands. His nose brushes yours, your heart skips a beat. He is looking at your lips as he talks, caressing your cheeks, “one last chance.”

“Shut up, Hobi”, you whisper and pull him in with your hand at the nape of his neck.

Hoseok stumbles into you, moaning against your lips as he scrambles to find your rhythm. You didn’t give him a difficult rhythm to follow, no, Hoseok is just simply overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your lips on his’.

You pull back. Hoseok is looking at your lips with half-lidded eyes and a faint smile.

“Did you brush your teeth?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he says and pulls you back into the kiss. His hand comes in contact with the side of your face before naturally gliding down to hold the side of your neck. His fingers are long enough that you can feel them brush against the nape of your neck. The touch sends the biggest shivers down your spine.

You moan into the kiss and hook your arms behind his head, tangling your fingers deep in his hair. It’s softer than you imagined it to be and that means a lot because you imagined it to be soft. Hoseok also kisses so much better than you imagined him to kiss. He knows just when to give your lips a little suck, when to involve his teeth and when to let you do your thing. His tongue also knows exactly when to trace your lips to make you crave more.

“Shit, you’re so good”, Hoseok murmurs between kissing you, standing up with his arms hooked under your legs. He lifts you off the couch easily, purring deeply when you press yourself closer and bite his lower lip. You are squirming in his arms. Just as Hoseok had thought. You’re into getting carried.

He bounces you in his arms and finally allows his tongue to stay involved for longer than a small trace. You moan, meeting his kisses with eagerness. His lips are so soft, he tastes so good and whenever he bounces you there is friction against your pussy. 

Hoseok purrs, walking with a dizzy head. He is so happy for his vampire senses right now, because you are stealing his sanity. This isn’t the first kiss you and he shared, but it feels like it to him. The night at the masquerade ball is a memory in his mind these days. It happened so many years ago and is tainted by the fun influence of alcohol. But this isn’t the result of alcohol, this is untainted and real. Hoseok almost stumbles up the stairs because he’s so excited.

He stops once he is upstairs, pressing you against the wall to break the kiss.

“Shit baby. Can I call you baby for tonight?” he rasps and begins kissing neck.

You roll your head back, revealing your vulnerable spots to him.

“Yeah, you can”, you sigh, playing with his hair and sending shivers down his spine in the process.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. Fuck”, Hoseok moans. His breath tickles your skin, his lips follow. It feels so good that you can’t stop gasping and squirming in his arms.

There was another occasion where you and he shared a kiss. Back when Alpha was still evil and you still hated Yoongi, you came to Hoseok’s room to comfort him after a fight with Yoongi. You and Hoseok talked and somehow the conversation shifted into you giving him a kiss. Back then, Hoseok was high after smoking too much weed and the kiss felt blurry to him.

Tonight feels like fucking ecstasy to him. He is clear in the head and gets to kiss you so fucking passionately. He growls, letting his fangs grace your skin. This is turning him on so fucking bad. He sucks needily.

“Ah, Hobi”, you gasp, arching your back.

The contact breaks because he pulled back.

“Sorry, fuck”, he apologises, kissing the tender spot. He got too excited and sucked a hickey onto your skin. Now the spot is pulsating in sensitivity, “fuck, I can’t believe this is real. You’re so fucking sexy. Fuck, baby”, he growls and rolls his hips into you. His clothed cock grinds against your clothed pussy, sending electric tingles through your bodies.

You and he moan at the same time. You pull him closer while he chases you with another thrust.

You tug his head up by his hair and give him a second of droopy eye contact before you push him onto your lips. He finds your rhythm instantly, sharing the sloppiest tongue kisses with you. He growls into you, breaking away from the wall to carry you to his room. It’s not far anymore and he needs you under him.

He doesn’t bother closing the door because it’s just you and him in this big house. Nobody can run in on you and it doesn’t matter if the door is closed or not, he’ll have you screaming for him either way. No door will keep the noises out.

He places you on top his bed and steps back to take off his shirt. He throws it onto the ground, looking at you with lowered eyes.

“Couldn’t you have turned the lights on?” you ask in a chuckle.

“Ah yeah, sorry I forgot you can’t see in the dark”, he says and turns on his bedside lamp, "better?" 

You look at him instantly, letting your eyes run up and down his torso. Hoseok falls into a pose instantly, taking off his sweats as he does. He keeps his briefs on. They’re the bikini cut type, dark blue and bulging in the front. He is very obviously hard, forcing your eyes to stay on his crotch.

“You’re so hot”, you say, writhing needily.

“Thanks”, he says and climbs onto bed. He takes the spot above you, claiming your lips in a kiss. He keeps his left hand rested beside your head while his right hand dances down your body to play with the hem of your sweats. Your lips tremble against his’, your hands touch his chest. He breaks the kiss but keeps close, “is that okay for me to do?”

“Yeah” you allow him, lifting your hips.

“Thank you. You can always stop this”, he says and takes off your pants.

“I know. You too”, you tell him, writhing needily.

Hoseok wastes no time and takes off your boxers as well, throwing them on the bed beside him. The hoodie he borrowed you is long enough that it covers your pussy. You squirm on the sheets, pressing your thighs together as best as possible. 

“Nervous?” he asks.

“A little. You?”

“Yeah, dude”, he laughs breathily, “I’m so fucking nervous. I could shit myself.”

You laugh, “please don’t.”

He snickers, “mhm no, I won’t”, he whispers and kisses your neck. 

You close your eyes, rolling your head to the side as a happy sigh slips past your lips. 

Hoseok pushes your legs apart with his knees, running his right hand down your torso while his left is propped up beside your head. He listens to your heartbeat for any kind of change. It is racing and increases in speed the further down his hand dances. 

Hoseok nudges your head so it rolls to the other side and he can kiss your neck there. You purr softly, squirming under him. Your pulse is fluttering. Hoseok moves closer to your pussy. Your heart skips a beat. He swerves past your heat and feels up your inner thighs instead.

Up and down. Up and down. Hoseok traces your soft skin with just his fingertips. He comes close enough to your pussy that you know his touch is there and yet never close enough that you can feel it. It’s making you squirm more and more. 

You reach up, placing your hands on his chest.

“Hobi”, you sigh, sliding your fingers to his nipples. You rub them gently, eliciting a deep purr from him.

“Mhm keep going. I like it”, he rasps and bites your earlobe softly, “is it okay for me to touch your pussy?”

“Yes, is okay. You fucking tease”, you allow him, rolling your hips up.

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and dances his fingers up your inner thigh.

You shiver. The thought that soon you will feel his touch is making his fingers feel so much better on your skin. 

Hoseok touches you.

“Ah”, you let out, feeling his chest vibrate in a deep purr. His fingers part you for him, starting off at your entrance and painting a path up to your clit. He does a swirl when he’s reached her, then dances his fingers down to your entrance again. It is a gentle touch, barely any pressure is involved. You have to keep squirming because these kinds of touches always feel so much more intense. 

Hoseok puts distance between your neck and his lips. He studies your face and how you have it scrunched in pleasure. He takes a shaky breath, bundling the sheets next to your head. He’s so into this.

“I wanna taste you”, he confesses, “is it ok-” 

“Yeah…” you interrupt him in a breathy voice and your body writhing sensually.

“Shit, you’re hot”, he rasps and abandons you for the sake of shimmying down. He kneels by the bed and wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

He looks up. Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, you are breathing heavily. Pretty. He thinks you’re so pretty. 

He switches his gaze to your pussy. Your sweetened scent is taking up his senses. He lowers his eyes halfway, running them over your exposed heat. Kissing made you wet. It sticks to you and waits to be devoured. 

“So fucking pretty”, Hoseok growls deeply and connects his mouth with your pussy. 

He drags his tongue through your folds, starting on your entrance until he reaches your clit. You gasp, hold your breath and release it in a quiet whimper. 

Hoseok purrs, pressing his tongue against you. He shakes his head, grinding on you this way. This is still a warm up. He’s barely began. You’re so sweet and he needs all of it on his tongue. No wonder your boys are obsessed. Hoseok feels himself get addicted as well. 

He stops shaking his head and moves it so his tongue dances up your pussy. He flicks it against your clit, feeling your thighs twitch in reaction. So he does it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit quickly, holding your thighs as they begin trembling. 

“Oh god”, you whisper and reach for his hair. You stop yourself. You drop your hand. 

“It’s okay. Hold on if you need it”, he allows you and uses the moment to also praise you, “your pussy tastes so good. Fuck, I wanna devour you.” 

“O-oh god”, you stutter out and writhe. 

“Mhm, so sweet”, Hoseok purrs, burying his face back in your heat. His nose is grinding against you as he sucks on your clit. He keeps you pinned with his strong arms around your thighs, making you take every single second of the hungry feast. 

You whimper and reach for his hair to grab it desperately. Your other arm lies itself over your own eyes. 

“Fuck. Hoseok….”

Hoseok closes his eyes and moans into you. He releases your clit, slurping up his drool running down your folds. You tug and twist his hair, trembling in his hold. 

“Hold onto me, that’s it. Good girl”, he lulls his words because you’ve got him pussy drunk. It’s only been a few moments, Hoseok is aware, but he fucking loves eating pussy. Especially when that pussy belongs to his pretty best friend with her pretty moans and prettier taste. 

Hoseok lowers himself for the sake of burying his tongue in your pussy. His long fingers grip your hips and tilt them for easier access. His nose is pressed against you, grinding into you each time he fucks his tongue deep. 

“Hoseok oh god”, you get out and choke out a moan, arching your back because it’s impossible to stay still when he is filling you up like this. 

He breaks away, letting his spit connect himself with you. 

“So fucking sweet, baby. You’ve got such a heavenly pussy”, he praises and spits on her for contrast.

“Ah”, you flinch at the feeling, writhing seconds later when Hoseok slurps up the sinful mess, “Hobi please.”

Hoseok moans, looking up at you again. You’re begging. You’re that type of person. He slips his hand into his briefs to get his cock out because the revelation makes his cock ache. He jerks it off desperately, fucking his tongue deep into your sweet pussy. Those people are his favourites. Oh so ruined by pleasure they start begging without knowing what they’re even begging for. He fucking loves them. 

Fuck, he wants to drag every single plea from your tongue. Hoseok furrows his brows and growls against you, speeding up his tongue as he presses himself as close as possible. 

“Oh god, please”, you keen, twisting his hair. Your thighs close around his head. You have to grab more of him or otherwise you are losing yourself. He is so fast and sloppy. And so chillingly cool. Because he only consumed blood bags lately, his skin is cold to the touch and yet his mouth carries enough warmth to give you a constant change of temperature. One second his cold nose is grinding against your clit and in the next, his hot tongue follows. The contrast is keeping you on edge and desperate for more. 

“Please ah”, you beg and grab his wrist. 

Hoseok untangles his left hand from your thigh, sliding it together with your hand. You squeeze him instantly. Your palm is damp and hot.

You writhe and shake, pressing out another plea.

Hoseok growls, looking up at you with darkened eyes. You’re so fucking precious. Look at you needing to hold his hand. You are squeezing him oh so desperately that he wonders if you want to never let go again. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles in soothing and begins concentrating his licks on your clit. 

No more playing around. He needs you shaking. 

He switches between licking your clit and sucking on it, combining the two sensations until they become this electric blend of never ending pleasure.

“This is gonna make me cum”, you get out and whimper, writhing on the sheets. 

Good. Hoseok wants you to climax. This is all he is working towards right now. Your sweet, sweet orgasm on the tip of his tongue. Hoseok dreamed about it for years. He hate fucks his own fist in desperation, making love to your pussy in contrast. 

“Hobi this is- ah”, you press out and shudder. You tug at his hair, closing your thighs tighter around his head. 

He can hear your blood rush deep inside your muscles. It is rushing and pulsating oh so fucking quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut and sucks your clit between his lips to keep it there and swirl his tongue over it.

“Ah”, you get out and grow silent. You tense up before growing slack within the blink of an eye. Your pussy begins throbbing under his tongue. He’s got you. 

“Oh god, ah”, you mewl, filling the air with squeaky moans afterwards. This feels so good. Your legs feel like jello, the heat in your pussy is unbearable. He’s got you climaxing so fucking hard that you actually feel too ruined to keep breathing.

You grab his hair and fuck your hips up against his face, needing it to last so much fucking longer. 

Hoseok lets you hump his face with desperate moans leaving him. He keeps his tongue stuck out, basking in every new layer of sweetness you cover his nose with. Shit, he won’t get rid of your scent for days. It’s so deeply burned into him. Hoseok’s in fucking heaven, soiling his hand in his excitement. He isn’t orgasming, he is just very leaky. 

“Oh go-god”, you soon drop into the sheets, shuddering in the aftermaths of your high. Your fingers fall from his hair and let go of his hand, “holy fuck.” 

Hoseok purrs and gives your clit a kiss. He sucks on her one last time even if you flinch in overstimulation. You had to take it, Hoseok needed one last reminder of your sweet taste. 

“Good girl”, he rasps and smiles, ���you’re such a good girl, babygirl.”

You mewl quietly, squirming from the praise. 

Hoseok drops your thighs for the sake of feeling up your sides as he kisses a path up to your face. His hard cock keeps leaking onto you as he goes. He can’t help it, he’s so fucking needy for more.

He kisses your neck. You press into him instantly, rolling your head to the side until your nose brushes against his cheek. 

Hoseok lifts his head, meeting your droopy gaze. You smile and giggle. Hoseok feels his tummy flutter. He gives you his prettiest heart-shaped smile and a little giggle with a nose scrunch. 

“We just did that”, you say.

“Yeah right. I loved it”, he says.

“Me too”, you confess and touch his mouth.

Hoseok lets you with bated breath and parted lips. You are so mesmerised by his lips, looking so utterly enchanted by them.

“Your lips are pretty”, you whisper and trace one specific spot repeatedly, “you’ve got a mole there. It’s pretty.”

“Uhm”, Hoseok lets out and lowers his head because he’s actually flustered.

You snicker and drop your hand to instead touch his wrist.

“Can I suck your cock?” 

Hoseok lifts his head again in shock, “sorry?”

“Can I suck your cock? I promise I won’t bite it off.”

He laughs, feeling his entire body tingle in butterflies. You snicker, gazing up at him with sparkly, yet lustful eyes. 

“Can I?” you ask, tracing his pecs with your nails. His nipples harden instantly, throbbing oh so needily when you brush your fingers over them.

“Fuck, I’m fucked what the fuck”, he lets out and rolls off of you.

“Why?” you ask, straddling his lap.

Hoseok sits up, gripping your hips. Your wet pussy is dripping onto his thigh, your weight is like heaven on his lap. He gazes up at you, drinking in every fucking inch of your face.

“I’m so fucking into you that it’s giving me butterflies”, he whispers.

“Good”, you say and push him down by his chest. He falls, letting out a breathy moan as his back hits the sheets. His hair is ruffled, his hands fall on each side of his head and stay there.

“Stay”, you order and crawl off of him. You run your hands down his body and take off his briefs as you go, eliciting goosebumps to the surface of his skin. He moans quietly, chasing your touch with squirms.

“Feels good”, he whispers and rolls his hips up in synch with your hands parting his legs by rubbing his inner thighs, “ah, yeah feels really good. Hah”, he lets out and laughs breathily.

Hoseok’s bed is low enough that you can kneel comfortably and reach his cock. You do so, dragging him to the edge as you fall to your knees. Hoseok mewls in reaction, gasping for fucking air. His body is burning up. You are fucking messing with him. Your knees hit the floor. The fluffy rug under you gives extra cushioning.

You reach the end of his inner thighs, rubbing circles into the spot where his groin blends into them. Hoseok parts his legs further. His cock twitches needily. You can also watch how his chest begins heaving up and down as his breathing speeds up in excitement.

You glide your right hand to his cock, placing your palm against the upper side of it while your fingers stay stretched. You don’t want to give him too many touches yet. You want your tongue to be the first thing he feels.

Hoseok sucks in air.

You move in and connect your tongue with his base, licking up a thick, wet stripe along the underside of his cock until ending it with a quick flick on his tip.

“Shit”, Hoseok releases his air in a breathy moan, closing his fingers around the sheets right next to his head. He can barely grip them, but it has to be enough. Your tongue feels like fucking heaven on his cock and he’s already burning up.

You hum and drag your tongue down his cock again, swirling it over his balls to get a good feel of them. His skin is soft and cool against your tongue. He throbs at the first contact, making you want more because it was so delicious to have him throb for you. You suck the sensitive skin of his balls between your lips just long enough that it stings a little.

Hoseok reacts in a throaty moan and his hips squirming restlessly. You release him again, guiding your wet tongue up his cock in repeated small, yet terribly sloppy licks. It results in his shaft getting all slickened with your spit. You use it to finally wrap your fingers around him and jerk him off, taking his cockhead between your lips at the same time.

“A-ah”, Hoseok moans, reaching down to grab the back of your head. His hips buck up, forcing his cock to glide over your tongue, and drops his hips again, which almost makes his cock flop out of your greedy mouth.

You let him hold your head. He clearly needs it. You force down the cocky smirk and instead hum around him as you begin bopping your head up and down his cock. You jerk off what you decide not to fit inside right now and dance your left hand up his torso until you can play with his nipples.

Hoseok is moaning so much. He tries not to be too loud, but he genuinely can’t stop his voice from working. He gasps for air and each time he exhales, it happens naturally that he makes the neediest of sounds.

You like what he does. You find great enjoyment in making men noisy for you. There is something very satisfying about using your mouth or hands to turn an otherwise well-spoken man into a moaning mess. Somehow making Hoseok moan feels even more satisfying to you. It is as if you want to prove something to him and show off with what you can do, so hearing him be so incredibly noisy feels as if you are being very successful.

You slip off of him for a moment, spitting on his cock just to pick it up with your hand and spread it in quick movements.

“Holy shit”, Hoseok whispers and arches off the sheets, “ah, a-ah what the fuck?”

His legs are shaking and he can’t do anything against it. Not many people manage to do that to him. Hoseok drops his hand from your head to instead grip the sheets and twist them. His cock twitches and throbs so nicely between your fingers, leaking translucent desperation which aches to be tasted.

“What the actual fuck?” he gets out and squeaks in a moan.

You purr and take him back inside, sucking off his wetness until he writhes under you. Now with his tip incredibly sensitive, you finally take him inside as deep as you can.

Hoseok moans your name and throws his head back, resulting in the sheets to crinkle and his chest to stick up into the air. Your fingers can’t reach his nipples this way, but you don’t mind. You take his balls between your fingers instead, fondling them as your throat jerks off his cock.

“You’re making me cum”, he gets out and groans. His right foot meets your thigh as somehow in his shakes, he manages to step on you. He doesn’t slip off, instead he uses the leverage to arch his back. He gasps, throbbing deep inside your mouth, “I’ll cum in your mouth, it’s gon-gonna happen, ah fuck.”

You moan around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

“Now, ah ___”, Hoseok moans and drops in the sheets as his orgasm takes a hold of him. He twitches and throbs inside you, covering your throat with his warm cum until it gets too much to hold and it trickles out of you. You slurp and suck hungrily, using the excess cum to jerk his cock.

Hoseok is quiet for eight seconds and then his voice finally comes back to him in a guttural growl, “holy fuuuck. What the fuuuck? Shiiit.”

He rolls his hips up needily, riding out the electric waves until the fire takes a hold of him.

“Fuck, okay. Stop”, he says, flinching in overstimulation.

You suck and suck on his tip even if it’s burning up.

“Stop please”, he begs, touching your head with trembling fingers, “hurts. Stop. Please.”

You slide off of him with a delicious moan and swallow, licking your lips just to get the droplets he left outside as well. He tastes so sweet. It’s insane how yummy vampires are. It’s like they are begging to be feasted upon. How paradisically ironic.

“Holy shit, ___. What the fuck was that?” Hoseok gets out as his legs twitch in the aftershocks.

“What do you mean? I sucked your cock”, you act oblivious on purpose, kissing paths up his thighs.

“You made my legs shake.”

“And?”

Hoseok sits up and cups your face just to pull you to your feet and therefore into a kiss. He uses his powers to get you on top of the bed and under him again. His knee is between your legs, his hands are restless on your body. He is moaning greedily, licking into your mouth as if he wanted to taste himself on you. You let him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair as your hips naturally begin squirming on his thigh. Shit, sucking his cock made you so wet. You can feel it sticking to his skin. You squirm harder, chasing the sensations. It feels so good to grind on him.

“What the fuck”, Hoseok breaks the kiss to instead very sloppily suck on your neck, “what the fuck? I’m done. That’s how you suck cock?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Dude, no wonder you’ve got your men wrapped around your fingers. Holy shit”, he babbles and shivers, “you’ve got me shivering in the aftershock. My legs never shake like this.”

“Mhm good”, you purr and squirm sensually.

“You’re fucking insane”, he rasps and reaches between your bodies. He can feel how wet you are and he is still hard as ever. You’ve also messed with his mind enough that he can’t think clearly anymore. All he wants is to fuck your pussy. The proper, respectful Hoseok is gone. You’ve turned him feral with your tongue. He shifts so his hips were between your legs and then drags his heavy cock through your folds. They feel so wet and puffy around his tip, moving right around him as he guides his cock against you.

“Oh? Ah”, you gasp and open your eyes, meeting his gaze, “Hobi…” you get out, scratching down the back of his neck just to grab his shoulders in the end.

His eyes are glowing red. His ivory cheeks are covered in black veins. You rarely see him in his vampiric state, so this is properly messing you up.

“I wanna take you”, he says and slaps his cockhead against your clit repeatedly. It sounds wet, makes you flinch and moan softly with each impact, “do you want me to?”

You nod your head, “yes.”

Hoseok gives your clit one last spank, then drags his cock down to your soaked entrance. He applies pressure and slips in without resistance.

“Holy fuck”, you and he get out at the same time, resulting in your eyes to meet knowingly.

“Jinx”, you joke and laugh softly.

Hoseok’s lips curl into a fond smile. He chuckles and tilts his head to the side, using the movement to lower himself to your face.

“Kidding, you can talk”, you say, making him laugh just as much as he moans. It results in those really deep, sexy chuckles, the kind which really messes with your sanity.

“You’re too much”, he rasps and bottoms out. He stays like this for a moment, closing his eyes to really enjoy how your walls pulsate and throb around him. He can also feel your heartbeat in them. It’s a vampire thing and means that it takes everything inside of Hoseok not to let his cock grow. He doesn’t know if your boys give you their vampire cocks and just in case they don’t, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Oh how sweetly naïve he is.

He furrows his brows and purrs deeply, nodding his head as if he agreed with what is happening right now.

“Yeah, you’re definitely fucking incredible”, he says and peels his eyes open halfway, “can I move?”

“Yeah. Move.”

With your consent, Hoseok finally picks up a rhythm. He really drags out his strokes, including a skilled roll of his hips each time he bottoms out. He knows that he doesn’t need to go fast to make you gasp.

And it works. Two strokes in and you release your first gasp, closing your eyes instinctively as his cock fucks the hottest electricity to the surface.

“How’s that, baby?” he asks in a whisper as his hand caresses the top of your head gently.

You nod your head, giving him a little mewl.

“Mhm, it’s fucking amazing for me too”, he says and closes his eyes, “shit, you feel so good.”

He straightens up, pressing his right hand into the pillow and grabbing a bundle of it. His muscles tense and shift under his ivory skin. The red neon lights really accentuate how strong he was despite his lean frame. He meets your eyes, feeling his stomach tighten in excitement. You look so blissed out, staring up at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes. He gives you a smile, overwhelming you with it to the point where your eyes roll back and close and you let out a needy whimper. You writhe under him, reaching up to grab his wrist.

“You’re so fucking pretty, holy shit”, Hoseok rasps and tenses his jaw.

“Harder”, you breathe.

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, wiggling your hips.

“Fuck baby, that’s hot”, Hoseok moans and gets to his knees. He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. You mewl under him, gawking up at him with foggy eyes. The stretch follows seconds later when Hoseok buries his girthy cock in your puffy pussy, bottoming out with a sensual roll of his hips and a deep purr rumbling in his chest.

“Hobi…”

“That’s it, take me”, he speaks in a deep voice, keeping you pinned with his ruby eyes, “take a deep breath for me, babygirl.”

You follow, feeling your mind scramble when Hoseok smiles proudly.

“Good job, babygirl. Keep breathing”, he praises and rewards you with deep strokes.

Your breath shudders, your senses blur. He is so rough in his movements and yet they are still so gentle. It is difficult to describe other than that Hoseok knows how to move his fucking hips and he is currently making sure you know that he can.

“That’s it, babygirl. That’s it, keep breathing”, he rasps, sliding his hand to your lower tummy so he can apply gentle pressure.

You writhe and mewl loudly, squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel his cock reshape your insides. He is so fucking deep. Oh god, you are so sensitive inside that every time he bottoms out, you feel fiery pleasure in your entire stomach.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so fucking tight like this. Gotta stretch it all out with my fat cock, mhm?” he taunts, making you whine in both embarrassment and pleasure. He’s got the dirtiest tongue. You feel yourself soaking his cock in reaction.

Hoseok pulls out to the tip, dragging it through your swollen folds. Once, twice, a third time to really mess with your mind. He pushes back inside and gives you his whole length with a harsh thrust. The kind of thrust which knocks a sound out of you and produces the most sinful of slapping sound. You could even feel his heavy balls hit your ass.

“Please…please…”

He moans in bliss from hearing you beg, showing you just how good he can reshape you by pulling out to his tip and fucking into you again. Harshly, just like before. He doesn’t stop after one thrust, keeping the rhythm going as his long fingers slip to your clit to begin circling her.

“Ah! Oh god! Hob-ah a-ah.”

“Feels good, babygirl?”

“Ye-yeah, yeah, yeah”, he fucks the words out of you. You try to nod your head, but you just end up shaking it around on the sheets rather clumsily. It gives your hair such a sexy messiness to it, “yes. Yes, yes, yes please don’t stop”, you chant, clenching around him.

“I won’t. I can do this for hours”, he rasps and fills you with his cock oh so deep.

Hoseok drinks up the view like an obsessed connoisseur. Fuck, you’re the sweetest artwork he ever looked at. He’s got you, doesn’t he? After years and years of imagining how it might be to fuck you, he’s finally got you. And it’s fucking better than any fantasy he could have ever thought up.

“It feels so goo-good”, you sob, spilling tears from the corners of your eyes.

“‘Feels good for me too. Fuck”, Hoseok spits the last word, falling to his hand so he was right above you. Your hips tilt up, allowing his cock to pound you in a better angle. His right hand is still playing with your clit, keeping her throbbing and sensitive. His weight is on you, keeping you where he needs you to be. Wrapped around him and stuffed with cock.

“Hobi”, you mewl, spilling new tears because everything just feels too good.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes ah yes.”

“Fuck, I love hearing that”, he moans, “you’re driving me insane”, he adds and kisses you. He can’t take it anymore. He needs to taste your moans, your sobs and gasps for air. His fangs clash with your teeth messily, but you have enough practice with kissing vampires that you find the right rhythm soon. Sloppy, wet tongue kisses. Desperate sucks and nibbles on each other’s lips. Moments where moans are mixing and breaths intertwine. Your fingers bury themselves deep in his soft hair, his fingers increase the pressure on your clit.

You can’t grasp the passage of time when he’s got you fucked so good. Hoseok doesn’t care about it either, basking in the blissful time vacuum with you as your bodies connect in harsh strokes. Outside the storm calms down. Outside the night arrives with dark skies and quiet streets. While inside, the red lights keep you illuminated and your bodies get ruined in the sweetest way. 

“Holy fuck, Hobi ah”, you whimper, writhing under him. He’s fucked you long enough that you’re almost there.

“Yeah, that’s good mhm? So fucking good”, he lulls, dragging his lips up your neck, “fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Keep creaming my cock baby, I love it.” 

“You’re making me cum soon.”

“Yeah?” he moans against your lips, “fuck that’s hot. Don’t hold back, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

“Hobi, I have to- ah, I have to, to...I have…”

“It’s okay, everything’s okay. Don’t be scared, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

His words are like the most wonderful hug to you. You feel so safe. He fills you with so much warmth and tingles that you fall over the edge with a whimper of his name and your legs pulling him closer.

Hoseok slows down his thrusts, keeping his cock buried deep and giving you sensual circles so your favourite spots would experience the fire as well. He presses his fingers against your clit, letting her experience warmth and pressure. This feels so good. There are no words for how good he makes you feel.

“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job. Good girl, you’re doing such a good job”, he talks you through it, making it even better with every sweet word he speaks.

You drop the back you didn’t even know you were arching and grab the nape of his neck.

“Hobi, holy fuck”, you choke out and pull his face into the crook of your neck.

“Ah, hey”, he falls with a chuckle and his right hand slamming into the pillow beside your head. It closes around the pillow desperately when seconds later, you are rutting up into him. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping them from fleeing (not that he wanted to), your pussy is so tight around him.

Hoseok’s voice pitches, his body shudders uncontrollably.

“What are you doing?” he squeaks out, twisting the pillow, “a-ah holy fuck please slow, I’ll cum. Slow, you’re making me cum, s-slow ah.”

“Fill me up, please. Hobi please wanna be creamed”, you beg and twist his hair. You are cockdrunk. There is no denying that. He made you cum so fucking hard that all you want right now is for him to paint your walls white.

“Shit, ah”, he trembles, “shit, holy shit, ah fuck”, he pants and chases your hips in quick ruts. Four strokes it takes him, four strokes and then it gets all too much for him. He climaxes with a pitched moan of your name and his left arm pulling you against his chest.

“Yes, ah Hobi. Thank you”, you mewl, holding him close as his cock fills you with his hottest orgasm.

“You feel so good”, he gets out and drops on top of you. He shudders, exhaling against your neck with a defeated sound leaving him, “holy fuck.”

“Yeah”, you agree, snuggling your cheek against his head. You run your fingers up and down his spine, lingering on his head for some hair play each time you meet it.

“What the actual fuck”, he murmurs.

“Liked it?”

“I’m dead. What the fuck.”

You snicker, sighing happily afterwards.

It takes the two of you a few minutes of silence to really come down. Hoseok keeps lying on top of you, stealing some of your body heat as his cock slowly softens inside you. He’s got you so messy. It is seeping out of you even with his cock inside. You wanted to get up and clean, but he just told you to relax and that he will clean the sheets later.

It was a lull of his words before he grew silent again.

You like the silence. It’s relaxing and helps your brain to reboot. You need that because he really fucked you dumb.

Hoseok lifts his head when his mood lights switch to pink. Silence. His eyes race between yours. He is propped on his elbows, keeping your head caged in safely.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothing just…” he kisses your lips. It is a sweet kiss. The kind of kiss a lover gives his precious counterpart. It leaves flutters in your chest once he lifts his head again.

Silence.

Eyes race between each other.

The light switches back to red.

He runs the back of his hand down your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“You’re beautiful too, Hobi”, you breathe, reaching up to caress his cheek.

His eyes lower just a little bit, a shy smile curls his lips.

“Shit ___, you’ve got me feeling romantic. What have you done to me?” he says and snickers.

“Is that bad?” you ask.

“No, it’s just”, he shudders, “giving me the shivers. Mhm fuck”, he says and nuzzles his face into your neck as he lets out a cute sound. He smooches you just once before the nuzzling continues.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“You’re still staying the night, yeah?”

“Of course. Why shouldn’t I?”

“The storm stopped.”

“Right. I didn’t even notice”, you say and giggle when he tickles your ear with his breath.

He chuckles softly, giving you a tender kiss on your ear.

“Fuck, you really did it to me”, he whispers with a smile on his lips and his nose nuzzling into the side of your head.

“The feeling’s mutual, Hobi”, you snicker, ruffling his hair.

“Mhm good, yeah that’s good”, Hoseok says and pulls you closer, “so like, why did it take us years to do that?”

“Our lives have been busy, haven’t they? I feel like it’s only slowly been beginning to calm down.”

“Yeah, right. Shit”, he giggles again, “I’m giddy like a little boy. You’re amazing.” 

“You’re cute, Hobi”, you whisper fondly.

It isn’t necessary to mention that Hoseok will be the one to break the news to Yoongi the next day. Hoseok will drive you to class after shared breakfast and he will pick you up again, he will drive you to the estate and then greet Yoongi with a “she just changed my life.” To which Yoongi lets a small smile escape followed by a kiss to your cheek and a teasing “I thought you wanted to change all our lives, Hoba. What happened?”

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more toxic ballet jordan thoughts…….i am so sorry im flooding your inbox. 😭😭 thinking abt all of the dancers in your academy going out to drink and party. you knew one of the other dancers was into you, so when they start grinding on you from behind on the dance floor you don’t really mind. until you see jordan later on in the night.

“didn’t know you’d give it up that easily.” they say when they catch you at the bar, not even looking at you. you try to respond, confused, but they quickly cut you off. “hope you know that guy tries to fuck every new thing that comes to the academy. you’re not as special as you think you are.”

“we…we were just dancing.”

“you’re acting like a slut. and maybe cool it with the shots, it’s gonna fuck you up for rehearsals on monday.” you’ve had enough of them so you roll your eyes and try to walk away but they just grip your wrist harshly and whisper in your ear, “i don’t get what everyone sees in you, but we’re forced to dance together. and im not letting you fuck this up for me.”

big meanie toxic!ballet jordan!!!!! We love them.

no please keep thinking about them this is FEEDING me.

you feel scolded and chastised you dont even wanna drink anymore, pouting up at them as they glare down at you. grip on your arm like a warm brand. "I'll be fine. your dont have to worry about me at practice tomorrow -"

they let you go with a tick in their jaw and you spend the rest of the night discreetly watching them as you flit and flutter about, talking with the other dancers. you think its funny they're so worried about how you'll be in the morning, when you see jordan in their element - rubbing coke into their gums, grinding against some random girl out on the floor later. their eyes flick up to meet yours, catching you staring, and you flush at the heat in them. the way they roll their hips- you think about how they move against you at practice. but its not the same, that's in a professional setting. the sensual way they move in a club makes you look away, thoughts frayed.

n maybe they've drank too fucking much that night just to stop the burn of jealousy at seeing men fawn over you all night. but somehow they find themselves behind you later, hands on your waist, yanking your ass back against them.

your breath hitches - you open your mouth - feel them lean down, cinnamonny breath brushing against your ear - "don't talk, freshie. be fucking cool."

but how can you be cool when they're moving against you like that? it feels - like fucking. the way they drag you just slightly up and down over their crotch, pressing in deep with little hip thrusts that time with the beat of the song. you feel anything but cool. you feel on fire. an inferno in their arms.

"i bet," they say softly, lips skating over your lobe, sending a million shivers down your body, "if i slipped my hand down your skirt right now - you'd have a slippery little cunt, huh?"

your ears feel like two hot coals, ready to burn off your body. you can't even deny it, you're almost so wet its close to dripping down your leg. you can't believe they're touching you like this - know its because they're coked up - high as fuck and pissed off. if they way their ringed hand is digging into your hip is any indication.

"god, you piss me the fuck off." they confirm your thoughts. they dont pull away though, no, the words sound heated, despite their harshness, and they yank you back harshly against the bulge in their jeans. you gasp. "such a virgin. has anyone even touched you here, freshie-" their fingers skim dangerously close to the space between your legs, up your thigh, stroking over the band of your panties up your skirt "- you dance like you've never been fucked. it's a problem." hand fanning over your lower belly, coaxing you to move with them, "you need to fix it. before i fix it for you."

lips pressed to your ear, it feels like a dark promise - a threat - all in one. they step back away from you then, and you spin around, frazzled.

"what - what does that mean?"

they just settle you with a cool gaze, "don't be late tomorrow."

#ask #god. GOD #jordan li x reader #toxic!ballet jordan #need them expeditiously

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Hounds From Hell Chapter 4

Summary: Tension at the Rave'n dance. And some backstory to the hounds.

Word Count: 2.5k Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Hounds from Hell Masterlist)

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Despite the small concussion, your grades in chemistry were improving, you had a whole bunch of new friends, and your team won the semi-finals game.

You could say life was going significantly better than it was at the beginning of the year.

Wednesday and your study da- hangouts had extended to going for coffee and walks in the woods, no longer exclusively studying and lunch as a group. Your feelings were undeniable and you were falling head over heels for the abrasive girl in front of you.

Wednesday could also not deny her growing feelings but was still refusing to take you any farther than friends. Sure, you had your moments here and there. Lingering touches and confusing analogies that were definitely not actually about the subject at hand.

Then came the week of the Rave'n. Enid was gushing over her and Ajax's matching outfits and was begging you daily-hourly, to ask Wednesday.

"Enid I'm not asking her" you huffed as the blonde werewolf disturbed your date with a menacing burrito you were dying to dig into.

"Y/N please. Think about how CUTE you guys would look. She's wearing this gorgeous black dress her mother sent her last week and we'd get you in a black suit, with a black shirt and tie, you two would be to DIE for."

"If I ask her will you stop bugging me about it?" you said and she nodded aggressively.

"I promise" she said her signature smile plastered on her face.

"Okay then, I'm holding you to it" you said finally settling it to destroy the burrito that had been waiting patiently for you.

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Your heart was racing. It had taken you three days to figure out how to even approach asking Wednesday and the dance was tomorrow.

You stood in front of her door, a single black dahlia in hand.

You knocked.

No answer.

You knocked again.

No answer.

You knocked again this time twice.

"What are you doing" said the familiar monotone voice from next to you causing you to jump.

Clearly she had not been in her room.

"Fuck, you scared me" you said and she looked you up and down taking a mental inventory of everything.

"Is that for me?" she asked curiously.

"Uh yeah, I.. uh.. I wanted to know if you'd go to the Rave'n with me?" you said scratching the back of your neck nervously.

Your arm extended to offer her the flower.

She took it and her chest filled with regret.

"I can't."

Your features almost immediately drooped, like a dog with a tail between their legs.

"Oh.." you wanted to escape. Be anywhere but in front of her.

"I just.. I already have a date" she said softer than normal, guilt gnawing at her stomach.

"oh.." you said even quieter.

"I'm sorry." she said and you shrugged,

"Nah, it's cool. I understand, this place is crawling with people who want you so.."

You left her standing there, blocking out anything else going on around you wanting to escape, and Wednesday wanted to follow you. She wanted to say yes. She would probably greater enjoy your companionship than the boy she agreed to go with, but she couldn't just blow him off. She needed to get close to him for her recent investigation.

She looked down to see Thing tapping the ground with her in annoyance.

"What are you looking at?" she said and he signed to her

"What do you know about love? You're just a hand"

He flipped her off before scurrying into the room.

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If asking Wednesday to the dance wasn't a disaster, all the events leading up to the event were. In the chaos that was this week, you had forgotten that the Rave'n fell on a hunt night.

You, the Hemingways, and the Bassets filed into the car that your father had sent to pick you all up. It was a thirty minute drive to the estate you always found yourself at every full moon. You were all wearing the suits you had intended to wear tonight, bar Elizabeth who was in a stunning obsidian dress.

George had a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. Benton and Atwell chose a navy suit and a black suit respectfully. And you wore the all black Enid had suggested besides a dark red tie instead. Couldn't let her get a complete win.

Your fathers greeted you at the door. Your families weren't ones to show love, but they were proud of you all. You were Hades's favourite servants after all.

T-3 hours until the Rave'n starts.

All three of your families stood in the center of the living room, mingling as you waited for your masters arrival. You had done a sufficient job of avoiding your father, your mother nowhere to be found.... again.

But when you felt his hand on your shoulder and his gruff laugh, your attempts were in vain.

"Y/n" he bellowed out and you flinched at the friendly roughness.

"Father" you said and he came around handing you a blood red cocktail.

You downed it quickly.

"School is going well? hmm? and I heard your football escapades are quite successful" he said grinning down at you.

You nodded begging for the alcohol to hit you in order to pleasantly engage with him.

T-2 hours until the Rave'n starts.

The typical bell sounded as all of you stood up straighter. The fireplace began to shift and contort into a door. Waves of fire encompassed the whole thing and from beyond the dark hole, came Hades himself.

"My favorite, allegiant, exceptional, hounds" he yelled. His tall figure holding a drink dressed in dark black robes. "Are you ready to feast?"

You all were sitting at the long, decorated, feast table. Your older brothers to your right in their own suits. Your father sat at the head of the table, next to Hades himself. Across from you were the Hemingways and at the other end were the Bassets.

The fathers were all talking with Hades on one end and you just played with your food.

"I heard you all have a dance tonight" boomed Hades and you grimaced looking up from your plate.

"Yes" answered George and Hades laughed.

"Any of you fine dogs have girls waiting on you?" he questioned and you grimaced again, "While it sounds childish and trivial I remember being young"

Benton blushed and most of your pack nodded a similar pink shade gracing their faces.

"I would hate for you all to miss it over little old me and I'm feeling generous tonight. If you all leave for the hunt now and we'll work something out, I'll be sure to get you there"

You stood up quickly and gestured to the door. The rest of your pack got up as well. Hades beamed with pride as you lead them out into the night, leaving the parents and the older kids at the table.

You looked back through the open door and he had a wicked smile before speaking to you.

"Go young pup, and kill for me"

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Your lack of attendance was duly noticed by Wednesday. She was escorted around the room by her date and tried to interact with your friends but your absence was palpable.

So when you walked in with the rest of your pack an hour late looking tired yet vibrant at the same time. Wednesday needed to talk to you.

Unfortunately for her, you caught a glimpse of who she was with.

Tyler Fucking Galpin

Your history with him was short but violent. You had had nothing but passive aggressive encounters any time you went to the Weathervane and the loving stares he gave Wednesday when the two of you would be in there was more than enough to get under your skin.

Yet how could you be jealous? She wasn't your girl. You didn't own her and you sure as hell couldn't control who she decided to be with.

Any other night you would engage with him, give him a run for his money, but you couldn't. Not tonight, no matter how much you wanted to egg him on.

You decided to head in the opposite direction, your pack splitting off, being met with the vampire from the party who had stolen you from Wednesday in the first place.

She sparkled up at you as you made small talk with her.

Wednesday watching the encounter from over Tyler's shoulder felt her fist tighten when the girl grabbed your tie playing with it in a very flirty manner. You just smiled and encouraged her behaviour.

"Tyler could you get us some punch?" she asked to the cheery boy.

"Yeah of course. I'll be right back" he glimmered at her, totally enamored by her.

Wednesday took this opportunity to walk directly towards you. 

She tapped you and you turned from the girl whose name you still hadn't learned.

"I need to talk to you" she said and you nodded.

"I'll be right back" you flashed the girl a smile and Wednesday noticed your canines were a little longer than they were earlier.

"What's up" you asked roughly and she felt like she could finally see you.

Your eyes were a dark shade of red. Your face was littered in small scratches, a smudge of dirt remained on your jaw. She wanted to reach out and wipe it away, just to touch you. Damn the Addams curse.'

"What happened?" she asked bluntly and you looked away from her.

"Nothing"

"I thought we agreed not to lie to each other?" she huffed,

"Nothing important enough for right now" you corrected yourself.

Wednesday bit her inner cheek when it hit her like a truck where you had disappeared to. 

"Why are you here with him?" you asked bitterly, staring daggers at the normie boy from across the room without the boys knowledge.

"He asked me to the dance. He also helps me with things around Jericho sometimes." Wednesday said never taking her eyes off your face watching you clench and unclench your jaw, watching your eyes trace different things in the room.

"He doesn't even go here." you said roughly, "And what could he help you with."

You had a different aura around you tonight. She could feel the death that surrounded you. If she could only touch you, she was certain she could feel it coursing through your veins.

She knew you had hunted tonight, and she was drawn to this side of you. You were assertive, strong, and definitely jealous, and she was oh so attracted to it.

"I fucking hate that kid" you growled just enough for the two of you to hear.

She looked to the young boy and knew he was nothing compared to you standing in front of her. She felt a pull in her heart towards you, tugging at each individual string, playing a melody only you could cause.

Her train of thought was interrupted as you both noticed Tyler headed straight towards you guys, a certain look in his eye. He wanted a fight.

"Fuck off" you growled again and as you turned to leave, Wednesday instinctively grabbed your sleeve.

She had the look in her eye that begged you not to leave and you obeyed.

Whipped mutt you thought to yourself.

"Wednesday, you friends with her?" Tyler asked feigned niceness, settling in to her side.

You wanted to rip him to shreds and you could have, but you controlled yourself for the sake of the girl beside him.

"Yeah actually, we're real good friends" you smirked at him.

He was itching to push your buttons.

"Oh yeah, I'd say Wednesday and I are too. Coffee dates, walks around Jericho" he smirked wrapping his arm around her.

Wednesday could see your muscles flexing straining to hold back from giving Hades one last soul tonight.

"You know Galpin, people like you wind up getting hurt around here." you growled at him

"I think I'll be okay." he smiled and looked to Wednesday.

One part of Wednesday wanted you to unleash yourself on him. Let yourself go and show her your full potential but she knew how that would end and she wanted to keep you around.

"C'mon Wednesday, let's go dance." he said pulling her away from you and she obliged.

You could have gone back to the vampire and get your fix but you were searching for a different fix tonight.

"Hey Bianca, you guys bring anything?" you asked tracing the boy and her through the crowd.

The siren smiled wide and handed you a small flask.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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You drank to suppress the urge to kill more people and you drank to suppress the thoughts of Wednesday and Tyler. Coffee dates? Were you fucking serious.

Your brain ran wild imaging them sitting in the same booth as you and her. Sharing her quad over ice. Causing you to grab the flask and chugging the burning liquid.

You let yourself go, dancing wildly with Enid and Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, Kent, even Xavier.

Then the slow song began. Everyone coupled up and swayed to the music.

You found a spot along the wall, watching as Tyler bumbled in trying to dance with Wednesday.

She looked like she wanted to choke him out causing a small smile to grace your lips.

Bianca and Xavier were dancing to all of your surprise. Atwell and Elizabeth might of finally realized their feelings as they swayed to the music awkwardly, expected from them though. Ajax and Enid looked ever happily in love. Benton was charming some girl as he twirled her around the floor.

The vampire approached you and you mentally groaned.

"Would you dance with me?" she asked sheepishly.

To your distain, you agreed. You took her out to the floor and danced with her, making sure to keep a distance though. You kept your eyes away from Wednesday and Tyler at all costs.

When the slow dance wrapped up, the teachers came on the microphone announcing the end of the dance.

All of your friends met up outside, agreeing to walk back to the dorms together. As Wednesday exited you noticed the Galpin kid was gone. She found your side as you all walked chirping about the tonight's dance with the happiness of a child on Christmas.

You and her were quiet though. Listening to your friends with a empathetic smile.

"Did you enjoy your night?" Wednesday broke through,

"Sure" you said giving her a quick glance, "Did you?"

"Tyler was a horrendous dancer and was fawning over me like a cat in heat" she said and you flexed your jaw again,

"Yes he is quite smitten with you" you gruffed and she nudged you

You let out a small laugh, but the pain in your heart was everlasting. She wanted to apologize and tell you that she wished she had gone with you but her words wouldn't come out.

"Do you like him?" you asked bracing for the answer,

"No. He is simply a convenience when I need things in town. The free coffee is nice too."

"But you guys go on dates?" you said staring at the floor again,

"They are not dates." she said sternly

"So you don't have feelings for him?" you clarified and she surprised you by nudging you,

"I absolutely do not have feelings for him. He is merely a convenience."

"Am I?" you began cautiously, "... Am I merely just a convenience...?"

She stopped walking and turned towards you.

"No."

#wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday

[ellatoone7]

Ibiza (Ella Toone x Reader)

When Ella had first suggested a holiday to Ibiza you were skeptical, you had celebrated so much the past few days you didn't know if it was a good idea to go to a different country and get drunk all over again.

You went to Ibiza, Ella made sure it was the best holiday if your entire life and god it was. You woke up next to your favourite girl, preferably naked if it was an extremely good night then just relaxed in the sun for hours.

Leah had also came and that was just the icing on the cake, you embraced your best friend for what felt like hours when you saw her first.

Calvin Harris was playing one of the nights and the girls got VIP tickets, you were squashed in between your girlfriend and your best friend.

Afterwards you decided to go to a club, not wanting the night to end. Plus you knew it was one of the last nights the girls could let loose before their respective seasons started.

You and Leah chatted over the loud music as Ella and Alessia talked up at the bar waiting for their drinks. You caught Ella's eye and she gave you a small wink making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"You are so sickeningly in love with each other." You were pulled out of your trance when you best friend spoke up. You scoffed and nudged her arm, "Oh, yeah? Cause I didn't have to watch you and Jordan eye fuck each other across the room for years!”

Leah's face heats up immediately and you giggle as she punches your shoulder playfully. You both chat about your respective partners, you knew Leah was gutted her girlfriend had to miss out but as usual put on a brave face.

You respected Leah so much, not only had she captained her country to a European trophy but also remained calm, cool and collected and never once let the pressure get to her.

You knew the girls adored her, Ella looked up to her not that she would ever admit it. You couldn't be prouder to call her your best friend and you hoped she knew that.

A warm arm slips around your waist as Ella slides into the booth next to you, placing your favourite drink in front of you. You thank her with a peck on her cheek while her fellow teammates gag.

Ella just shrugs too happy to even think about telling them off, she has a European medal hanging around her neck and her favourite human being wrapped up in her arms.

After a few drinks you drag Ella to the dance floor, she puts up a fight but eventually caved in when you pull your puppy eyes, Leah makes fun of her for being whipped and she couldn't even deny it.

You turned around as her arms snaked around your stomach, she pushed her body as close as it could possibly be, you cup her face from behind as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

"You are the most gorgeous person here, you know." Her Manchester accent thick as she whispers in your ear, you melt into her as she places sloppy kisses against your neck.

The vibe suddenly changes as a slow song comes on, Ella spun you around so you were facing her. You placed your arms around her shoulders as she held your hips.

You smile gently as you watch the medal she hasn't taken off once sway along with her, you gently hold the medal swiping a thumb over the gold as she watches you.

"I'm so proud of you, El." Ella holds you tighter and pulls you closer as she leans her forehead against yours, her heart overwhelmingly full with so much love she's scared it might burst right there in her chest.

"It's all for you, everything I've done since the day we met has been for you." Ella whispers softly as she pushes a stray piece of hair from your face behind your ear. One of your hands wrap around her bicep making sure she was real.

You lean your head against her shoulder as she kisses your temple, Ella gently sway the two of you for a few more minutes. "I've never felt safer in your arms." Ella's grip tightens around you as you lean back to kiss her gently.

"I can't believe I let a Man United player steal my heart, younger me would be so disappointed." Ella laughs loudly kissing your face all over as you squirm in her arms.

"A diehard Arsenal fan and a diehard Man United fan, huh? Who would've thought?" You chuckle kissing her neck sweetly until she spins you around once more quickly pulling you back into her embrace for a searing kiss.

"I love you, El." The pure adoration in her eyes nearly knock you out as she stares at you still gently swaying, out of the corner of your eye you could see Leah and Alessia looking over with soft smiles on their face while snapping pictures of the two of you.

"I love you, always have and always will." You tuck your face into her neck as she chuckles at the blush on your cheeks.

You stay on the dance floor in the club slowly swaying even while upbeat songs blast through the speakers. It would always be just you and Ella.

#ella toone #forever love our future DJ in Ibiza #ella toone imagines #ella toone imagine #ella toone x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #woso #muwfc

[juliacoller]

Breeding kink swiss? 👀🫶🏻

Anon...I love you, you have genuinely awoken something in me, like Swiss being OBSESSED with breeding his partner??????

Swiss Ghoul x fem!Reader

Warnings: breeding kink (duh), cum eating, PIV sex, choking, hair pulling, making out, nipple play, knotting, lotssss of dirty talk, overstimulation, hickeys

Word Count: 1,885 words

Swiss didn't think he'd ever want kits, too focused on the Ghost Project and enjoying his freedom, that's until we met. Swiss enjoys his free time, taking any free moment in the day to drag us off to a (somewhat) secluded part of the Abbey to relieve some tension.

Swiss loves his free time so much, but he seems to forget about this freedom the moment he mentions having kits. Each and every time we have sex he can't help but mention wanting to have kits, and this time is no different.

The multi-ghoul had grabbed me from the spacious hall of the abbey, I had just finished my kitchen chores for the day, stress and rigidity clustering in my shoulders, just looking forward to laying in bed for the rest of the night.

He threw me onto the bed, his eyes glossed over with lust and a sensual smirk already planted on his lips. "So easy to get you into our bed, so spread out and eager for me" Swiss teases, although our escapades our frequent I could never deny sex with Swiss, far too obsessed with how needy and pliant he is.

Swiss doesn't waste any time, connecting our lips in a rough kiss. One of his hands reaches up to grab my throat, not applying much pressure, more an omen of what's to come. I reach up to pull on his shirt, pulling it up and over his head quickly, he can't handle the imbalance and makes quick work of my dress.

He's quick to make work of my free breasts, blowing cool air over the hardening nubs, only hurrying the process. He's easy to forgive as he replaces the cool breeze with the warmth of his mouth, "Can't wait to see your tits so, so full" he groans against my skin. His lips ghost over my tits until he finds a sufficient spot to leave his mark, he sucks and nibbles on the thin skin until he is satisfied with the hickey on the top of my breast, which will surely be seen if I even dare to wear a tank top. He attaches his lips to my other nipple now, grazing his teeth over the little bud, a reminder of just how sharp his canines are and how delightful they feel when they dig into my skin. His hips are rubbing right up against mine, his hard length sliding up against my clit, sending a roll of electricity through my body.

"Swiss, I need you" I whine and this only encourages the multi-ghoul, "Can't make my girl wait" he acknowledges. Swiss makes quick work of his pants and throws them to the side, it comes as no surprise that he has gone commando and is now bare.

His fingers are nimble as he dances to my underwear, appreciating the wetness that has already coated the thin fabric before rolling them down my legs. He bunches the panties up and takes a deep sniff, "Okay panty sniffer" I laugh at him, "Can't blame a guy" he only shrugs with a smile.

Swiss settles himself between my thighs, bringing one leg to come up and rest on his shoulder. His eyes are focused on my wet cunt, bringing his fingers down to run through my folds, "Can't wait to pump you so full of my cum, gotta make sure you catch" he urges, I feel a tightness enter my chest at his words, a deep need and want for him to bury himself so deep inside of me. An intense whine is all the reaction Swiss needs before he sinks his length into me, slowly pushing all of himself inside. His eyes flutter closed and he sucks in a deep breath, "Fuck" he groans, "You're so good to me, feel so fuckin good on me".

He continues pushing himself inside of me until he is fully sheathed, our hips are fully connected now and he leans down to connect our lips. Our kiss doesn't last long as I force a large gasp out, as Swiss has started to thrust into me, being anything but gentle. "Gotta fuck it into you" Swiss murmurs, reassuring himself more than anything. Swiss sits himself up, leaning back to watch himself fuck into me watching the slick and sweat roll down my thighs. I can feel just how wet I am, practically drowning the sheets in wetness, but the multi-ghoul is highly encouraged by this.

Swiss dips a finger down to collect some of the slick surrounding my cunt and brings it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around his finger and sucking on it with a moan. His eyes are nearly rolled back in his head and his breath is uneven as he sucks so diligently on his finger. He releases his finger from his mouth with a solid 'pop' before dipping it back down to collect more, this time bringing it to my mouth and shoving his finger against my tongue, pressing it down and petting the slick into my taste buds. Before I can get too accustomed to his one finger, he shoves another finger into my mouth, this time forcing them back against my throat. Swiss continues to press my tongue down until he hits my gag reflex, my body immediately responds as I gag against his fingers, my throat tightening and my eyes watering. "Would want you to gag on my cock but I gotta cum in you, baby" Swiss adds, his eyes trained on my face, but never letting his thrusts relent.

"Want me to knot you?" Swiss asks, I immediately keen at the mere request, "Want me to knot you so bad, have me stuck inside you?" I cannot respond, my brain is far too foggy and everything feels like a blur. Each touch feels like static and the resounding pleasure is overwhelming.

I finally look down to see just how fucking hot Swiss looks at the moment, he has a light sheen of sweat covering his entire body, he is literally glistening. His hair still (somehow) looks nearly perfect and his eyebrows are bunched together in pleasure, he cannot keep his eyes off the way my body reacts to him. His waist is so slender and his hips are narrow and tight, both just begging to be in between my thighs. I swear I could cum just from looking at how beautiful he is. Swiss catches my gaze and gives me an intense smirk, he knows what I am looking at and he knows that I want him to ruin me.

"Gonna cum in you, 'm so close" Swiss assures, his pace only getting quicker as he chases down his orgasm. He takes one hand and starts to rub my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm with him. "You sure I can knot you?" Swiss asks, although it's a serious question, I'm not pulled away from the moment at all, "Please-, Swiss cum in me, want you" I beg for him. My words force Swiss over the edge as he presses his knot inside of me, Swiss sends a crackle of quintessence through my body that shoots me into my orgasm as well. With his fat knot stuck inside my body, I've never felt more full, and the quintessence rushing through me feels like sparklers searing my skin from the inside. Swiss presses his hands into my hips, forcing me into the bed and leaving me stuck to him.

Swiss lowers himself to lay against me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and leaving small kisses on the column of my throat. "You are so good to me, thank you, darling" Swiss praises, continuing his soft kisses as he runs a hand through my hair, brushing out the knots that have sprouted. His kisses turn to him softly licking my skin, sucking lightly, this action not being anything sexual, more an action of care.

Knowing that it will take some time for Swiss' knot to go down, we take the opportunity to care for each other and clean each other up. Swiss runs his hands over my muscles, rubbing and caressing the tense muscles in my shoulders, knowing just how tender they get after I have been properly fucked into the bed. He also takes the time to run his hands over my chest, rolling his fingers over my nipples yet again, giving a teasing pinch with a nasty smirk, "Swissss-" I groan, "I need a break, no more". He lets out a small giggle and leaves my nipples alone, instead pressing his hands into the soft of my stomach. His hands skim the area and he presses in lightly, appreciating the squish and plush of my stomach. He soon calms and decides to just lay against me, his face pressed against my neck as I play with his hair and admire him, seeing the way he slightly shudders as I tug his hair lightly.

When Swiss' knot finally goes down, he reluctantly pulls out, I almost feel empty without him swollen inside me. As he pulls out a small and slow stream of slick and cum follows alongside an empty whimper from my lips, so bare without his presence inside me. As soon as Swiss eyes the cum exiting my body he quickly shifts his body to press his fingers inside of me, collecting and pushing his cum back inside of my body. "Can't have you losing any of that, sweetheart" he says as he presses a kiss into my temple, still pushing his fingers inside of me. His fingers are firm and fulfill my need to be full, not comparable to his cock, but better than being empty. His fingers pet the inside of me, rubbing softly against my walls and providing some comfort. Swiss' other hand is offering solace by playing with my hair, his lips are still close to my temple taking deep breaths as he caresses my walls.

"You're such a messy girl, can't even keep my cum inside you" Swiss purrs next to my ear, stopping the motions of his fingers and pulling out. Once again, I am empty but feel fulfilled with all of Swiss' cum pumped so eagerly into me. His fingers don't venture far as he presses them against his tongue, groaning at the taste, I whine as I long for his cum to be laying on my taste buds as well. Swiss must understand my need as he grabs my head and forces our lips together, shoving his tongue into my mouth and allowing the salty taste of his cum to grace my senses. My moan is muffled into our kiss, his hand is still caressing my hair and comforting me, grounding me after such an intense experience.

After spending more time grounding ourselves and relaxing in each other's company, we find ourselves wrapped in each other's arms, holding hands and exchanging sweet kisses whenever the slight urge is summoned.

"Are you serious about wanting to have a kit with me?" Swiss asks, a conversation that we have had more than a couple times.

"Of course, I am Swiss. I want to spend all of eternity with you" I reassure him, smiling and pulling him in for another sweet kiss.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #shitghosting #ghost the band #smut #swiss army ghoul #swissarmy #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #swiss #I'm in love with him your honor

[snekjoy]

There's this really annoying thing going around where people see jokes about genshin characters and go "Oh they're so mischaracterised!!!" No. You're wrong let me explain

For example, let's look at Zhongli. He's a very old god who has a very cool backstory and a very heartfelt sentiment at the core of his character. That doesn't mean that jokes about him being broke are mischaracterisation, because he is broke. It's in the game. He stopped minting mora and doesn't understand the value of carrying it around yet, so he's effectively broke all the time. People joking about this does not mean that they're entirely misunderstanding his character, it just means they find this particular bit funny.

Or Scaramouche, who I see way more in these posts. Yes, he has a tragic backstory. Yes, he's a complex character. Yeah, sure, yeah. That doesn't mean jokes about him being edgy are mischaracterisation. He is, in fact, a fucking loser wet cat of a man (and you can't deny this one because HE HAS A CANON FURSONA AND IT'S A SAD LITTLE KITTEN). Jokes about him being edgy or a bit of a loser are not mischaracterisation, they are just jokes about one aspect of him.

Tartaglia. Tragic backstory? Check. Complex character? Check. A joke about him dancing to coldplay is not mischaracterisation, it's a fucking joke about the fact that he's that kind of guy!!! Yeah he's heavily traumatised, that doesn't mean he wouldn't get his ass straight to the dance floor if mambo no.5 started playing!!!

What do you expect these jokes to be replaced with??? Do you want my broke Zhongli joke to be replaced with a character study?? Can I not find one bit of a character funny without people assuming I disregard the rest???

Lol childe would call strangers buddy (he's also an insanely hurt and traumatised individual. His kindness to others, especially his desperation to protect the innocence of Teucer, derives from his own loss of childhood- the years that got stripped away. He wants to keep those years alive for Teucer, for his family. He also craves the heat of battle because his entire childhood and formative years were replaced with it. His craving for violence stems from a need for survival, an instinct carved into his soul that if he can't beat this enemy- if he can't win, if he can't get better- then he has failed himself, failed his master, failed the Tsaritsa, failed his home and his family. In this essay I w

#fun fact object permanence exists!! #just because that bit of the character isnt in this joke doesnt mean i dont see it #peekaboo time can you see the tragic backstory? no? #is it two posts away and you just assume that people's knowledge ends at what you can see they know? #it is!!! well done you figured out how talking works #genshin impact #genshin

[witheredoffherwitch]

I hate how Rhaenyra is being retconned as this perfect Qween type character who has zero resemblance to her book counterpart and her fans are here for it. Rhaenyra in the text is more complex and unhinged and slowly loses all sense of herself from what I remember. What's the point of having a super hero character at all. Can't TB appreciate nuance, complexity, flaws? Ew at attempting to write a no flawed character!! Where's the fun in that?! Even Dany wasn't so uppity. I'm not saying make her go the same path as Dany or make her go all out evil but shades? Rhaenyra if handled with care has the potential to be the BEST most intriguing character in the show. I can respect that. As much as I hate how she used Aemond as a scapegoat I can respect that she did it, because it made the show that much more intriguing. No one can deny how brilliant that scene with Alicent was. It was good entertainment, made to get intense reactions. Now from what I'm hearing is Rhaenyra will become more and more of a Mary Sue in S2. Why would anyone be here for that SMDH All the while Daemon will have to pick up the slack LOL 😆 I will laugh all the way to the God's Eye😂🤣

Tazzzz 😘

I had to dig this ask from my Gmail alerts LMAO. It looks like Rhaenyra is going to be the ultimate darling of the Dance. Did you see @mejcinta's recent post? Apparently, they were planning a deleted scene where Aemond was trying to take Helaena's dragon because he thought he deserved it more than his own sister since she didn't use Dreamfyre as often. This is an absurd level of favoritism and a way of making the Greens look less knowledgeable in Valyrian customs. I'm glad that they cut that scene, but everything we've been getting from these leaks has been slowly getting worse. While I still think Daeron will be included (because there's no way they'd write him off completely), introducing him so late shows how much they're cutting back on his influence. Then you have characters like Cregan who is getting a massive glow-up from his book counterpart - I'm 100% certain that he'll be leading the Winter Wolves of the North.

Rhaenyra is given a powerful motive, all thanks to the introduction of Aegon’s dream in this series. Any aggression from her camp looks more honorable and noble in the end. Unfortunately, 'good' characters don't tend to be very interesting, which is why Rhaenyra and Daemon are the only two characters who spark any intrigue on that side. They even ruined a cool character like Rhaenys by giving her that botched 'girlboss' storyline. Jace's character is as interesting as a wet napkin, and Baela and Rhaena might as well not even be in the series. On the Green side, Helaena was shafted the most, yet we learn more about her than any of the other TB children. All we know about Jace is his quick anger and his weak punch - it is a massive disservice to his character considering the fact that he's Rhaenyra's oldest son.

Coming to Daemon, he will have to take the most bashing from their team. But this is good news for Daemon fans.. because while many normies may criticize or complain about these characters while the series is ongoing, they will still remain relevant in the fandom long after their demise.

Now all that remains is to see how badly do these show-makers fuck up this story. TG looks strong in terms of character, but TB seems to lead the way in the main narrative framing.

That's all! 🫶

#Taz 💕 #inbox asks #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fandom #team green #hotd speculation #hotd season 2

[sugoi-writes]

HELLO!!! I saw the smut ask game u rb'd and also would stab numerous people for your writing so. i figured i could send in a letter or two if u were willing >.<

but first,,, do u have a list of hellaverse ships u ship so i can know what to request? pls and thank you for ur time 🙏

Oh!!! Hello, dear friend! ❤️ No worries, you're not a bother at all! My ask box is barren, and it is open anytime ❤️

I ship most anything, within reason, honestly! Here's a few I like off the top of my head, and some reasons why:

Chaggie- Sweet, sweet lesbians, like my wife and I. Need i say more???

Huskerdust- Th-The dynamic??? The way that Husk just-- LETS Angel know to be himself, his REAL self??? The way they look at each other? The way they show consent while dancing??? I have SO many feelings-- THEY. ARE. PRECIOUS. They are my Endgame

RadioApple- SO MUCH ANGSTY POTENTIAL! But also... so, so, sexy. Angry, bickering old men, who both love Charlie and one upping each other. Like water and oil. They don't mix well, but when they do... MAN. HOT. (Lillith and Luci are obviously still awesome to me)

AdamsApple- I've seen IRRATIONALLY hot art for this ship. 10/10, would ship again. Sue me.

LuteXAdam- WOULD be endgame if Adam didn't die. NEXT--

One-sided RadioStatic- MORE ANGST. But also, I just love the idea of Vox being a scorned ex/lover, who is helplessly obsessed with his ex. I also love the idea of Alastor using this to his advantage, and getting a thrill out of driving his ex CRAZY. Can ALSO be steamy. Serious hate-fuck vibes. Vibes I can't deny are dangerously hot.

Radiodust(?)- I'm cool with it! I don't see it ever becoming a thing, and I think Huskerdust has so much more chemistry, but I see the appeal! If only for opposites attract!

Charlastor- I SEE THE VISION... But also love Chaggie so much. Ugh. There is serious room for chemistry though.

RadioRose- LISTEN-- I see this more through a queer-platonic lense: BUT THESE. TWO. ROT. MY TEETH. They could be so adorable!!! They compliment each other! loads of chemistry and similarities!!! This is one of the fluffiest of ships I enjoy, just for the sake of something sweet! Same goes for MimzyXAlastor! But mostly due to the art of @bananadramaaa (seriously, go check out that art, THE WAY THAT MIMZY AND ALASTOR LOOK? UGH 😫💦)

For Helluva Boss...

M&Ms- BOOM. DONE. LOVE THE DYNAMIC. Reminds me a lot of my wife and I. I related to Milly SO much in the episode where they lead a sting operation together. UGH. SO CUTE--

Stolitz- Why, of course. Now, they definitely need to sort through some shit-- YES. but I love them. I hope we see a rekindling in the next season, or I will simply DIE

Luna, Vortex, Bee Throuple- I mean, goth girl, scene girl, and punk/metal head? Yep. I'd smash that like button.

Verosika and Barbie Wire- YOU CANT TELL ME THERE WASNT SOME SHENANIGANS HERE-- EVEN REVENGE FUCKING--

OzzyXFizz- ALSO remind me so much of me and my wife. The way they fold for each other??? Honestly, the most developed, wholesome, non-toxic ship in the Hellaverse, imo. I love them. LOVE THEM.

OctaviaXLuna- Platonic buddies! I don't like the age difference, but could see them being the best of buds. They would have the best time at the Hellaverse's HotTopic.

StrikerXBlitzo- Closest thing I think to a problematic ship... had Striker been more persuasive, or Blitzo less in love with Stolas... I could see these two horn dogs working out. If exclusively for a friends-with-benefits situation.

So yeaaaaah... honestly, most anything goes! As long as it's not straight up incest, I can see the vision. Write/ask away, dear sweet Anon! 👈😎👈

#anon asks #sweet anon #thank you for the ask! #bdhdhshsj #helluva boss #hazbin hotel

[westernbitch]

chapter 11!! beth is acting more like a mom!

I ran back to the house and Tyler followed me on the horse. 8 miles is a lot for one day. I sat in the porch taking off my shoes. "The ride back was the best view I've had in a while." He winks and goes to the stables. John opened the door and dad came out with him. I was trying to cool off with the water Tyler gave me. I took off my sweat soaked shirt and went around the house to get a water hose. The weather was always hot in the afternoon and colder in the night and morning. John and Rip were even in short sleeve shirts. I got the hose and walked my way back to the front. "Tyler should have given you a ride back. I need to have a talk with him." John scowled. Rip nodded in agreement. "That little shit is gonna get it when he gets back." Rip starts to pace the front porch with anger in his eyes. "Dad! Chill! I wanted to run back, he just followed me back to make sure I was safe." Rip turns to John and mimics "dad! chill!" with his hand on his hips and butt pointed out. I pointed the hose and sprayed both of them with water. "Hey! What the hell Evy?" I laughed and sprayed Rip again, running from him. I would have ran from him if I could have stopped laughing. "Oh yeah? You sure do think you're funny Evy May!" He has me throw over his shoulder and he starts spinning. I manage to get the hose in his jean pocket and it soaks them immediately. "Dad-" I gasped through my giggles. He puts me down, grabs my shoulders and kisses my forehead. I wink at him and turn the sprayer straight for John. "Evelyn May Dutton! Come here right now!" I bolt for it. I am running and turning to spray both of the men after me now. I fall the the grass. I was laughing so hard I thought I was gonna pee myself. Both men plop down beside me and chuckle. I turn the nozzle to mist and point it straight up so it falls softly on us.

Rip brought out towels and whiskey. I set up my speaker and started to play my music. I took a sip from his glass and went back to the grass. It felt so good today. I can't tell you the last time I just laid in the grass. I let the sun warm me and the music fill my mind. I dosed off.

"Evy? What are you doing?" I opened my eyes to find Tyler kneeling over me. "You're blocking the sun, Ty." He got up and went to sit with Rip. I heard tires on the gravel. It was Beth coming home from doing work in the city. "Soaking up the sun, honey?" She walked past me and went to give Rip a kiss and sit on his lap. Tyler came back over and grabbed my arms to lift me. I groaned. "Don't act like you don't want to dance with me." He grins and leans in near my ear, "I want to make you moan again." I look to his chest to hide my wide eyed look. His chest and arm muscles made his shirt so tight, I am surprised the seems haven't busted. He grabs my hand and spins me. He starts to dance me around with him like he did the first night we met.

John told us that he wanted to go out tonight and eat. I went to my room to shower and get ready. I washed off all the grass and sweat. I wrapped myself in a towel and moved to my closet to pick out a outfit. "Honey?" Beth knocks on the door. "So, tell me about your day." I sighed and told her about me and Tyler's fight. She kept grinning at me when I was done. "Mom? What are you smiling about?" She started to brush my hair.  "That boy is wrapped around your finger and you seem to not give a rats ass." I shook my head to deny what she said. "Evy!! What is this?? Omg he kissed you!" I turned and looked at the circle of purple on my neck. Fuck. I feel myself turning red.

#rip wheeler #beth dutton #yellowstone #dutton family

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Distracted by the Sexy (Fic Part 186. Set in 2002)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"My legs feel like jelly, but I can try."

"I just don't wanna tip over when I pick you up."

Kirby slowly gets to her feet, her legs trembling.

"You're good, you're okay." He assures gently.

"I love you, mon ange, I love you a lot."

"I love you more than anyone." He whispers.

"So handsome, mon ange, you are so fucking handsome."

"You're just saying that cause I'm ripped and rugged." He chuckles.

"You are, which makes you even more handsome."

"I'm glad you think so."

"You think I'm pretty, mon ange?"

"I know you are. I know you're gorgeous."

"Oh, my love, my sweet, my hero." Kirby murmurs, blushing a deep red.

He kisses her gently, "you are my world."

"My dearest, if I am your world then you are my universe."

"As you're mine."

Kirby buries her face in his shoulder, softly kissing his skin.

"You want me to lay you down with Shannon? Nap together?"

"No, I don't want to disturb him, put me on our bed." Kirby whispers.

"Anything you want, hon."

"What I want is my husband to snuggle with me."

"I'll snuggle until you fall asleep. Don't wanna burn the cake."

"I must admit, I got so distracted by your sexiness, I forgot you were making cake."

"It happens." He chuckles.

"I hope one day, Lilith meets someone who is as attractive to her as you are to me."

"So do I. She deserves a trophy husband or wife."

"You are not a trophy husband, you're a trophy super husband, and a sexy beast to." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Still a trophy." He grins.

"To be able to have sex with you, is a dream come true… I didn't mean for that to rhyme."

"It did, and I'm proud of you for it." He smirks.

She chuckles softly before yawning.

He carries her to their bed and lays her down, "Get some rest."

She nods, settling into the bed and slowly falling asleep. He gives her forehead a gentle kiss before sneaking out. The egg timer goes off the moment Helms steps into the kitchen. He goes to quickly fetch the cake from the oven. It's actually a near perfect looking cake, very nearly perfect. He can't resist a little happy dance when he pulls it out. Right as he places it on the side to cool, the gate bell rings, announcing the arrival of Jeff and Delilah. Turning off the oven, he heads out to let them in.

"Shalom, Shane!" Delilah calls from the gate.

"Yo, Dee!" He smiles, opening the gate.

"How is she doing, is my tall friend okay, what about the baby, tell me everything." She enthuses, Jeff smiles as he watches her.

"She's taking a little nap, and Lilith is definitely my kid, but I gotta tell you something that she told me not to."

"Which would be?"

"Did you forget her birthday?"

"Oh fuck, oh no, I knew I forgot about something, Jeff, I told you to remind me."

"I didn't even know that." Jeff mumbles.

"It's tomorrow, so you have time, but don't tell her I told you."

"Oh my goodness, thank you for reminding me, Shane."

"Thank you for reminding us, bluebell." Jeff chuckles, kissing Delilah's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for reminding us, Shane."

"Just don't let her feel forgotten tomorrow."

"We won't, I promise we won't."

"Thank you."

"I love this idiot, but you are an idiot, Rainbow Child." Dee smiles at Jeff.

"I won't deny it." Jeff chuckles.

"Anyway, I told Kirby I would talk tattoos with you and so, Hurricane, let's talk tattoos."

"Let's get inside first. Cold as tits out here."

"Yeah, Cold as balls."

"Plus I've got cakes."

"As in potato cakes, or actual cake?"

"Actual cake. Chocolate. I've been experimenting all morning."

"So, uhm, we can talk through your ideas over coffee and cake?" Jeff asks, wrapping an arm around Delilah's waist.

"Works for me."

"Excellent."

"I'll get some icing going. We only have instant coffee right now so I won't be tempted to tempt Kirby with it."

"Instant is better than nothing."

"That's how I see it too."

"So, uhm, what where you thinking for your next tattoo?"

"I want something in Lilith's honour."

"Anything in particular, like a lily flower or something more biblical?"

"Got any biblical ideas?"

"Nothing springs to mind right now."

"I like the idea of a raven."

"A raven, like the whole bird or just a feather, or the skull… Kirby has either a raven or crow skull on her arm, I can't remember which right now."

"Whole bird. Somewhere on my torso."

"Like on your ribs, or maybe one of your pecs?" Dee asks as she sketches.

"What if…" he stands and lifts his right arm, "like, it's in flight, wings following the line of my pec." He traces the path with his left index.

"Yeah, I can do that for you… you don't mind if I sketch on your skin?"

"Go right ahead."

Delilah sketches the idea directly on Helms' skin, planning out in their mind before dragging him into the bathroom and letting him look at the sketch.

"Oh wow…" he whispers softly.

"It's good, right, that was a good wow?"

"A very good wow."

"Any other ideas before I grab my camera to take a photo of this one?"

"One more," He points a little further to his side, "More on my ribs, three red vertical diamonds, like a harlequin pattern."

"Okay, I like it." Dee murmurs as she starts sketching.

"Wanna leave enough room for all the family."

"Plans for a big family, Shane."

"Hoping so."

"You know, Kirby's always been slightly scared to have tattoos on her ribs, I made the mistake of saying how much it hurts."

"I know. I want the diamonds to hurt."

"Whatever floats your boat, bud."

"I can be goth too." He chuckles.

"I know, but I'm just saying that I won't press for the reasons behind the tattoos unless you wanna tell me… how does that look?"

"It's perfect, thanks Dee."

"Anything else or can I take photos of these for my sketchbook?"

"Take all the pics you want."

"Just need to make refined drawings so I can do them when you guys book your appointments, oh, I have decided to stay in North Carolina for, pretty much forever, I got a job at a new place so I'll give you the card for the parlour."

"Really? That's awesome!"

"Thank you, now stay still."

"Yes, ma'am."

Dee makes a quick trip back over to Jeff, getting her camera from her bag and going back to Helms to take photos of the sketches, "so, has Kirby or Shannon got any ideas?"

"I'm sure a few, but I don't know about them. Shannon is very secretive with his sketching."

"I heard something about Kirby having a secret sketchbook full of nude drawings, and I know it sounds weird but I kinda want her to draw Jeff."

"Draw him like one of your French girls?" He teases.

"Shush you." Dee murmurs, blushing bright pink.

"I think she would if you asked."

"Really?"

"She might."

"Hi Jeffrey, how's life little brother?" Kirby asks as she walks into the kitchen, messing with his hair.

"Staying cool, staying in school." He jokes with finger guns.

"Lemme guess, Shane's in the bathroom because Dee's been sketching on him?"

"You know them well."

"Dee sketches my tattoos on me, helps with mapping them perfectly to my body," Kirby mumbles as she walks to the bathroom, "hey Dee, hello sexy husband, let me look at the tattoos, please."

Helms lifts his arm, showing off his chest and ribs.

"Those look cool, they add to your sexiness mon mari." Kirby whispers, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss.

"Thought so too." He grins proudly.

"Kirby, do you have any ideas for tattoos?"

"Uhm, this may sound super cheesy, but I'd quite like the Hurricane symbol on my inner thigh."

"Do you really?" Helms grins.

"Yeah, want to remind myself that I belong to you on those lonely nights when we're apart."

"That's so sweet of you, my love."

"I love you, I wanna be able to show everyone how much I love you."

"Showing everyone your inner thigh?" He teases.

"Yeah, I like a good trip to the beach every now and then, relaxing in a bikini… next to my handsome man, mon amour." Kirby teases back.

"That sounds very very nice."

"maybe after we have Lilith, we can go down to California for a week or two, relax and catch some waves, have ourselves a nice little vacation."

"That does sound nice. Or maybe Florida so we can drive and don't have to take a new-born on a plane."

"Good idea, perhaps we can see if the family is down for a gathering, so you can finally meet my uncles, and the rest of the Samoans."

"They'll want to come and meet Lilith, won't they?"

"Yes, but I want her to have a week to get used to being in this big bright world of ours."

"Oh a week at least. Maybe a few months. Most babies don't lose the new-born gremlin kind of look and get really cute until they're three months old."

"Don't call our little girl a gremlin, remember she's half me, half you, technically you just called us both half gremlin."

"We are."

"You are, mon mari, you're a sexy gremlin. I refuse to let you hear me call myself a gremlin, I know how you get."

"That's a fair point. But when you see Lilith as a new-born, she's still all scrunched up and kinda looks like ET. All babies do."

"Aww, that's actually really adorable." Kirby murmurs.

"It is, but they reach full cute at three months."

"Aww. Cute little baby Lilith."

"I still think she's gonna turn out looking like you."

"She'll be adorable no matter what, I love you and I love our little baby."

"I love you both too. So damn much."

"Mon ange, have you decided on a middle name for our little one?"

"I think so. Raven," he smiles, "Lilith Raven Helms."

"Our gothic little princess." Kirby smiles, kissing him gently.

"Our perfect little baby."

"Sexy husband… I noticed the coffee, ya sneaky beast."

"I haven't had any. Kept my promise since Christmas." He assures

"Good, Jeff stinks like coffee and it's driving me crazy."

"If he didn't, he wouldn't be the Jeff we know and love."

"I know, but now I wanna chug coffee and I can't."

"We can go hose him off in the yard if we want."

"No, it's cold outside, I don't want him catching a cold."

"Good call."

"Can we snuggle up on the couch and eat cake?"

"Absolutely."

"And, can I, uhm, can I sit on your lap?"

"Of course."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss, walking back into the kitchen and holding onto his arm, snuggling into his side.

"You don't mind, do you?" He whispers to her, "about the diamonds?"

"No, I like them, plus you're a comic book fan, it's not like people are gonna question the meaning of it."

"That's true. I want them, but I also want their true meaning to be a secret."

"Only me and you will know what they mean, my love."

"Thank you."

"C'mere my love." Kirby murmurs, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss and holding him close.

He nuzzles into her collarbone, sighing softly as the stress leaves his body.

"You get so tense, mon mari, I can feel your muscles tense up, Shaney baby."

"It's not intentional. I just get stressed easily." He murmurs.

"I know Honey, I know, you want to try and kiss the stress away?"

"Just being here with you makes me calmer."

"You know what will really relax you, me feeding you cake and snuggling, I'll lay on my back on the couch and you can talk to Lilith while I feed you cake, you did an excellent job making it, by the way."

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

[abusivelittlebunny]

Well I watched Beach Rats (2017)....

#i actually loved it. i read many comments that were like omg this is such a bi movie when nothing could be farther from the truth #this is the toxic masculinity ridden posing road man hiding so deep in the closet even he himself can barely see it trope personified #like it was so good how it was shown that he had such trouble trying to fit in the straight rules and getting a gf just to try to convince #not only others but himself as well that there's nothing wrong with him even though it pained him so much to do so and not understanding it #baby boy is like im not gay but keeps asking for hookups from older men online and asking to see their dicks #and tries so hard to deny himself by forcing himself to date this girl that became interested in him just so his buddies and family won't #pester him about it and he also has to prove to this girl too that he's straight but he's really not and it frustrates him into lashing out #I've seen many gifsets where the girl asks him do you think I'm pretty? in bed but out of context it just has a completely different feel #this poof boy let this girl come over despite looking miserable about it and tried to get high to dilute the embarrassment and shame #but it just doesn't work he can't get hard for her and it makes him hide in the pillow and try to excuse it away with being too high #and trying to further get out of it by saying he has no protection and being needlessly rude to her to try to get her to leave #and she asks do you think im pretty? and it's heartbreaking because he can't answer #he can't just say no she is a hot girl he's just not attracted to her not like he is to the old strangers showing their cocks to him #so he just asks if she's fishing for compliments and even when she's being sweet and sexy and nice it just doesn't work #and it drives him mad. mad enough that when she asks again he picks up her bra and presses it against his chest and mocks her #with the same question with a distorted voice to finally get her to leave. and then in the morning when his mother asks who was the girl #sneaking out of his room at dawn and how she'd like to meet her he just puts up a stone wall. his mom would be happy if he had a girlfriend #and stayed out of trouble + his friends keep asking about her so he feels like she's his way out of all this madness but truly #she just makes it worse unintentionally. because its all pretend & the sex is not good & he needs to lock himself into the bathroom #& masturbate to try to get hard for it and the frustration just leads him to more posing & turning to drugs #and strangers for hookups. it was especially a low point when he ran into one of his previous hook ups bartending at a party where he was #with the girl and the tension was so thick you could cut it. he tried to fuck his gf to get out of his head but it was just not good #you could see him trying to keep a hard on try to think of anything else but it's not the same as an older man bending him over #and he leaves after a minute like an angry toddler throwing a tantrum at the party and sucking off some homeless looking dude to cool off #the way he's shown calmer and just happier with men but he keeps denying himself over and over by asking for another chance from her was so #fucking heart wrenching and im pretty sure this staying rooted in the closet is what drives him to the wrong crowd and doing drugs #of course besides his dying father #great fucking movie will watch it a hundred more times despite the awkward scenes and the horrid dance music #beach rats #harris dickinson

[kalims]

diluc + royal au would be super cool !

✉ — you caught me in a bad mood, so I wrote angst for your suffering. also my inner poet came out here for some reason, my fucking diluc posts are godly /hj ANYWAYSSS come back to me if you'd like a more fluffier one pop in my inbox but with details plz and thank you.

fem!reader, she/her pronouns, royal au, angst no comfort. hints of jean x diluc. the golden blood mention is not literally but rather me describing it as royal blood because I'm extra.

diluc ragnvindr

as a child of a noble you were given high expectations. even from the silly ones from the fairytale you snuck out to read in the library late in the night. like balancing a book on the tip of your head to make your eyes look forward and straighten your back.

you hated it when your mother relentlessly pestered you to start learning about embroidery, sewing, dancing, and even learning music because it felt like you were already chained to a fate you never wanted to have.

you'd rather be a commoner than to be a female noble whose sole duty was to please her future husband for some reason. the misogyny was clear in the times and yet everyone turns a blind eye to the obvious error of balance.

the only companions you had were rich, spoiled fellow princesses who won't shut up the apparent handsome bachelor named diluc. a few actual decent freinds here and then but the unfortunate weighted over the good ones.

eula was one of the fortunate ones. she was the daughter to a corrupted family and yet she stands proudly, looking them straight in the eye, determined to prove them wrong despite the disappointed eyes her fellow gaze at her with

while you lay there helplessly waiting for your savior she was fighting, not physically but she was. risking her whole title as one of the heir to the three noble families to prove them wrong. you hoped you weren't such a dramatic romantic, or were you?

you felt like a fairytale princess who's stuck in her own castle and you hated it.

to put it simply, girls like you were just producers of heirs. as sick as that sounds.

it's an empire, women can't survive in it without men because women have no right to be wed unless being proposed or promised to a man. and vice versa as there won't be reproducing heirs without women. both are pillars whom support a platform in a way.

being freinds with eula (which she denies while claiming vengeance) meant you'd be meeting her fellow heirs to the other two heirs of the main families.

diluc was a sweetheart, even if his brother was merely taken in by his kind hearted father. he presented himself far better than any royal who had golden blood running in their veins.

diluc wasn't the kid of the ragnvindr family. he was the boy who shyly avoided your gaze when you gasped in excitement when he shows you a book you'd never seem to get your hands on.

he was the boy who you fell in love with as the years went by.

expectations are cruel because if you don't get a man to propose you'll be considered a disgrace. your caretakers will be blamed for not raising you as a dutiful woman as they wanted you to be.

and as far as expectations go, getting diluc ragnvindr to get on a knee for you wasn't one of them nor would he be the one who would save you from the chains that bound your soul, tying you eternally to your suffering.

why? oh that's right.

you watch as he presents a ring to a blonde girl, her eyes already brimming with joyful tears. because he wasn't yours.

in another life, where you'll be free from these clutches. you hope you can call him yours.

✉ — thas me hinting that diluc and you would be reincarnated in the genshin world as soulmates btw. [proud] I hope yall actually understand because some of this shit does not make sense and to clarify. jean and diluc were already meant to be married when they were kids. no hate to my wife jean <3

#idk what the fuck this is #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #diluc x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #jean #jean gunnhildr #eula #eula lawrence #genshin angst

[chocolatecakecas]

To Infinity and Beyond: baby!Jack truthing Birthday Ficlet

Today already looked like the perfect day. Warm weather, the sun shining, the birds singing, all the usual qualifications for "perfection". And if Dean had anything to say about it, it is also going to be, the perfect day.

Because Dean had planned out everything. Tents and tables spread out in the backyard of their new house, enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed an army, a giant sheet cake in the freezer, and it looked like a Party City catalogue threw up all over their house, both inside and out. Hell, he and Cas even got a bounce house.

Yup, today was going to be perfect, Dean thought as he surveyed the backyard. He was going to make sure of it, nothing was going to go wro-

"To infinity and beyond!"

And the next thing he knew, he had a recently turned four year old, barreling into his legs almost knocking him off the porch.

(read the rest under the cut)

He looked down to see Jack already dressed in his outfit for the day. A shirt with Buzz Lightyear's costume printed on it, complete with little cardboard Buzz wings (Cas made them), purple shorts with a purple tutu, and of course, his favorite Buzz light-up sneakers.

"I'd say that was a bit of a crash landing there, Mr.Lightyear" Dean laughed, as he bent down to right Jack's scribbled cardboard wings. Jack just ignored his reference, instead letting out an excited shriek as he took in the backyard.

Every tablecloth, plate, napkin, cup, balloon, and cardboard decoration was covered in Toy Story characters.

Toy Story, was the end all be all in their house, because they were Jack's favorite movies. So everything, was 100% Toy Story, 100% of the time, hence the party theme. And his favorite character was Buzz Lightyear, hence the costume.

"Dee where's your costume?" Jack questioned, after he finally recovered from the shock of seeing the, probably, overdecorated backyard.

"Yeah Sheriff Woody, where's your costume? It's almost one thirty" Cas called as he stepped out the backdoor. Cas was already dressed in t-shirt with Jessie's outfit printed on the front, her matching red hat, jeans and of course, cowboy boots which Dea-wait shit they only had a half an hour left.

And he hadn't even double checked th-

"The backyard and inside of the house already look incredible. Go on and get ready before everyone starts arriving" Cas smiled sweetly, knowing how worried Dean was about today.

"I will, after I chec-"

"Dean, I promise, I'll double check all the decorations, and the food. Me and the little space ranger have got it covered, right baby?" Cas supplied, looking fondly over at Jack.

"Yeah me and Da got it! Get dressed Dee" Jack cheered, as hopped down the steps and raced "flew" across the grass cardboard wings flapping behind him.

"Go get changed, cowboy. Everything already looks perfect" Cas teased, pressing a quick peck to Dean's lips. And then he was bounding down the steps towards Jack, warning him not to go near the bounce house.

So Dean reluctantly walked inside, forcing himself to ignore all of the things he wanted to check on, and instead making a beeline for their bedroom. He quickly pulled on his costume, but unlike Jack and Cas it was the real deal, not just a graphic t-shirt, Dean had the actual shirt, the vest, whole nine yards. Jack had asked if Dean would wear a real Woody costume and, hey who was he to deny his kid on his birthday?

So with a sigh, Dean made his way back to the living room so he could reorganize the snack table.

He wanted everything to be perfect today. Perfect for Jack because, this was his first real birthday party after all. And because Dean's oldest memory was of his fourth birthday, his last birthday party actually since it wasn't like they were throwing big family bashes on the road. No, birthdays were a box of cigarettes from his Dad (if he even remembered), or Dean sometimes scraping together enough money to get a cake for Sam's birthday.

Which is why today had to go smoothly. Because Jack deserved the world, he deserved to have a good life filled with memories of big family parties with fun decorations and food and laughter. And Dean could give it to him now, give him what he and Sam never had. So today had to be special, it had-needed to be perfect.

"Dean, I don't think Jack is going to care if the clouds are a little crooked" Cas pointed out, amusement dancing in his voice as he walked into the living room.

Dean huffed a laugh, but didn't stop his mission to straighten out the paper "Andy's Room" clouds taped to the wall above the table. Cas just sighed as he gently pulled his hand away from the wall, turning Dean towards him.

"Dean I know how much you want to make this day absolutely perfect for Jack, believe me I do too. But he's going to love every single second of it. He's practically bouncing off the walls already, and the party hasn't even started yet" Cas assured as he squeezed Dean's hands.

"I know, I know. But he deserves to have the best damn birthday. Especially after everything and he's just- Jack shoul-" Dean started, only to be cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

"It's Uncle Sammy and Aunt Eileen! Can I open the door, please?" Jack called from down the hall, asking for permission.

"Yeah buddy, you're allowed to open the door. Let them in" Dean shouted back, unable to help the smile pulling at his lips when he heard Jack enthusiastically telling them about "all the cool decorations".

"See? Jack is already loving it! Now relax, and enjoy the party, cowboy. Everything is going to be perfect" Cas smiled as he made his way down the hall to greet Sam and Eileen. But not before giving Dean's ass a little smack.

A few hours into the party everything was smooth sailing, and Dean had only been scolded for readjusting some decorations four times. The kids Jack invited from his class were having a great time, as where their parents, which was especially great because not a single one of them managed to see a member of Dean and Cas’ family discreetly place their weapons in the spare bedroom (Dean wasn’t a fool, it was a party full of hunters, he wasn’t just gonna make a no weapons rule because what if something happened?). So then Dean and Eileen manned the grill like champs, Cas and Garth kept an eye on the kiddos in the bounce house, Sam had handled the Buzz Lightyear shaped piñata perfectly, while Dean organized the kids, making sure Jack was the one to break it. The sun stayed shining, the birds kept singing. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

And it was all Dean’s fault.

Dean's stomach dropped as he stared down at the now smudged faces of Woody, Buzz and half of the green aliens. Because Dean just smooshed the entire left side of the cake while trying to take lid off.

He just destroyed the most important part of the party, the part Jack was most excited about. Now Dean just ruined everythi-

"-come in star command, do you read me?" Cas joked, completely startling Dean, because how long had Cas been standing there?

"Dean, what's wro-oh" Cas sighed as soon as he caught sight of the cake. 

"I friggin smooshed the whole thing with the lid. It's destroyed we can't-the party and Jack and-" Dean rambled, heart pounding against his chest, while Cas took the life from his hands and gently set it on the other side of the counter.

"Dean, stop it's okay breathe for me. It's just the cake. It's not your fault. It's still edible, we can fix this" Cas soothed as softly cupped Dean's cheeks in an attempt to ground him.

"Hey are you guys alri-oh shit" Eileen gasped as she and Sam walked through the kitchen door, which caused Dean’s heart rate to pick up again.

"It's okay, it'll be fine. We can try to scrape some of it back together with a knife" Sam offered, quickly moving Dean and Cas to the side so he could get at the cake.

But it only made the faces look completely unrecognizable.

"Damnit, what are we gonna-"

"Dee! Can we have cake now?" Jack asked as he came racing into the kitchen, and Dean, Cas, Sam and Eileen quickly huddled in front of the counter to hide the cake from sight.

"In a few minutes squish, we're still uh-getting it ready" Dean managed plastering a wide, hopefully convincing smile on his face.

"Why don't you go jump around the bounce house again, buddy?" Sam suggested, which had Jack nearly bolting out of the kitchen again with a nod

"Make sure one of your aunts or uncles, or your friends' parents are watching you!" Cas called after him, which only got a tiny "okay Da" in response.

They all let out a breath when they heard the backdoor slam, and quickly turned to look at the offending cake again.

"It's not that late, what if one of us runs to store and see if they have ano-"

"They won't, we ordered this specia-"

"And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere" Claire joked as she entered the kitchen and quickly surveyed the mess before her, eyes widening when she spotted the cake. And Dean normally would have teased her the reference but he was too busy, freaking the fuck out, so he chose to ignore it.

"What do we do? We can't fix this, there's no time it's completely rui-"

"Wait, dude calm down. I have an idea, hold on a minute" Claire proclaimed, and swiftly exited the kitchen, which did pretty much nothing to calm Dean's panic. In fact he was getting desperate.

"Do you think Rowena might have a spell-"

"That's not how magic works. But honestly Dean, I'm sure Jack won't even notice-"

"The kid can recite the entirety of Toy Story 2 from memory and you don't think he's gonna notice Woody is missing his entire head?"

"Alright, start grabbing the Toy Story figures and wash them off. Then we can put them all over the cake instead, and cover up the horrifyingly smeared faces" Claire ordered as she came back into the kitchen with Kaia in tow, and box of Jack's toys in hand.

And Dean could have cried from relief (he did).

"Holy shit Claire you're a genius" Dean praised, as he quickly began sifting through the box.

"I know, I know. Now c'mon, I want cake"

And a few minutes later everyone was gathered around the dining room table, singing a completely off key rendition of Happy Birthday. Jack was seated in the center of it all, with a half smooshed, slightly lopsided, plastic figure covered cake, with Dean and Cas crouching on either side of him. Jack hadn't even commented on the completely smeared face of Woody or Ham, he was just clapping along, bouncing in his seat. In fact, he the biggest smile Dean had ever seen on his face, and he teared up at the sight.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish, baby" Cas encouraged, and Jack attempted to do just that. Only succeeding when Dean secretly helped blow out the candles for him.

"Yay! To infinity and beyond!" Jack shouted again, as he stood up and jumped on his chair. The room easily erupted into laughter, while Charlie and Jody each snapped pictures from across the table.

"Alright Lightyear, let's not fall with style into the already smooshed cake" Dean joked, as he quickly stabilized Jack, which only caused everyone to burst into more laughter.

So, Dean scooped up Jack, sitting in his chair and placing him on his lap, while Sam offered to cut up the cake. And Cas took plopped down in the chair next to them, sliding him and Jack a plate.

"Are you having fun at your birthday party, baby?" Cas questioned as he handed Jack a plastic fork.

"Yeah! Claire jumped in the house with me! And Danny and Sarah and me played in the sandbox! An-and we played tag, and Aunt Donna played too! And the cake has all my friends on it, see!" Jack rushed out all in one breath, stopping to point at the now sliced cake. By "friends" he of course meant his actual Toy Story figures of course. But before Dean could even react to any of that, Cas was whispering in Jack's ear, and pulling away.

"Thank you for all the party things, Dee!" Jack beamed as he turned and threw his arms around Dean's neck.

And Dean's heart clenched as he tightly wrapped his arms around his kid, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He looked back up to see Cas smiling widely at them, so Dean whispered something in Jack's ear too. And then Jack was off flinging himself around Cas' neck.

"Why doesn't all the family get together, I can take the photos" Marissa, the mom of one of Jack's friends offered.

And soon the three of them were surrounded by their family on all sides. Everyone laughing when Marissa suggested they all say "yeehaw" instead of cheese. Jack giggling when Claire zoomed over, and bent down so she could smoosh their faces together for the obligatory "silly face" picture. Dean quickly swiping icing on both Cas and Jack's noses, causing Cas to tip Dean's cowboy hat and Jack to shove a handful of frosting on Dean's cheek.

So maybe it wasn't the flawless, smooth sailing birthday party Dean had planned. But the weather stayed warm, the sun still shone, the birds still sang. His family laughed, and ate and had a blast.

And Jack looked about as happy as they had ever seen him, as he ran around the yard with his friends and played games with his family. Dean would even go as far to count it as a complete success. Especially since Jack asked Cas, "when can we have a big party again?", as they tucked him into bed later that night.

So as far as Dean is concerned, it was the perfect day.

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#toy story 2 IS jack's favorite movie i will not be debating this. he is a boy of taste #dean and cas are secretive and dont trust the mail ahshdha #this is so self indulgent toy story 2 is my favorite movie of all time #this is based off when my parents accidentally smooshed half of the cake at my 3rd bday party and did exactly this asfhajdhah #so this is literally just a bunch of toy story references i apologize for nothing i had to hold myself back from making even moRE #de and da supremacy because its both parts of 'daddy' and he started calling them that when he first started to talk but it stuck #also its written from deans pov bc i couldnt write from actual 4 year old jack's pov so i apologize for that #HES FOUR!!!! #baby jack truthing #baby!jack #happy birthday jack!!!! #dean winchester #castiel #sammy #eileen #claire novak #destiel #destiel fic #bec writes #nougatparty #dad!dean #dadstiel #userzaddy #seraphcastiel

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I’m already back lmao. ok listen I read through the list again and I think 33. Kid fic & 94. Hair brushing/braiding would be too too cute. ok I’m done 🥰

Elle Elle Elle, you've awakened something in me with this request. I was about to do a different ask, but then BOOM idea.

Fanfic Trope Mashup from THIS list.

Read on AO3 here

"The fuckin website is down and I can't watch the video tutorial." Mickey muttered angrily tossing his phone to the side.

"You pay enough attention at MopTops that you don't need to follow a tutorial. Besides Jeanie loves it when you do her hair, she says I brush too hard." Ian muttered the last part scornfully to himself.

"But this is for the dance, I don't want to fuck it up." Mickey said worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

"It'll be fine, she'll be fine, you'll be fine, I'll be fine. Now I'm going to go pick up our stuff from the cleaners, and when I get back we'll go." Ian said giving his husband a reassuring kiss on the cheek before going to kiss LJ's forehead and slipping out the door.

Mickey looked at LJ for a moment and sighed, "Alright Jeanie Beanie, ready to do your hair? Dad's gone to pick up the dress."

"Yay my dress!" LJ gleefully clapped her hands as she jumped up from her spot on the floor where she had been playing with her hand me down toys from Franny,

Mickey couldn't help but smile at her, her hair was a mass of wild curly bedhead all sticking in different directions, she was still in her pink nightgown and slippers with paw patrol on them, sleepy seeds in her green eyes, and she had the remnants of a blueberry muffin on her face.

"So how about you let me do your hair and get you ready for when Dad gets back?" Mickey suggested.

"Okay Daddy, I'll go get everything!" She cheered happily running from the room into the bathroom.

Mickey sighed heavily then grabbed the remote to find something for her to watch while he tried not to fuck up her locks.

She grunted as she carried in the plastic tub of her hair supplies into the room before plopping it gently at Mickey's feet.

"Here daddy." She said proudly.

Mickey grinned, "Alright Jeanie Beanie, what are we thinking for your first dance?" Mickey asked praying she didn't want something crazy.

"French braid!" She said with a cheer.

Mickey raised an eyebrow, but didn't want to deny her the braid of her choice.

"French braid it is, come sit down and we'll get started." He said gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of him.

LJ came and plopped down in front of him pulling her nightgown over her knees and wiggling in place as she giggled happily.

"Daddy can we watch Tangled?" She asked looking over her shoulder at him.

He tried not to roll his eyes, "Sure kid."

He flipped on Disney plus and let her find the movie as he sat behind her and began to dig through the things in the tub.

As the movie started he grabbed the detangle spray and the comb, "Alright kiddo, I'm gonna start spraying." He warned.

Her shoulders hunched up to her ears, protecting her neck from the cool spray, "Okay daddy."

He grinned and started to spray her hair until it was slick with the detangler, then he carefully and gently started to run the comb through it. Whenever he hit a snag he worked it free with his fingers, the faded tattoos mixing with the brunette hair.

"Daddy, tell me again how you and Dad found me." LJ requested, like she did every time they watched Tangled.

"Well, we didn't steal you from a castle if that's what you're asking." Mickey teased.

"I know thaaaat." She said her voice full of exasperation.

He grinned, "Well, your dad and I had been wanting to start a family, we were walking through the zoo one day and in the monkey exhibit we see a little pink baby being carried around by one of the mom monkies."

"Daaaaad." LJ groaned.

Mickey laughed, "Alright aright."

Mickey combed over the lock of hair he had just untangled, and continued to spray and comb out her hair.

"Once Upon a Time, there were two people who loved each other very much. They loved each other so hard and so much, that they wanted to bring someone else into their family to share that love with." Mickey paused the memories coming back to him.

"They did all the right things to be granted the privilege of taking care of kids that had been taken away from their parents for one reason or another. They did all the right things to be able to permanently be approved for picking out a kid and bringing them home. But there were some people who didn't think that the two people should be allowed to have a baby."

"Why not?" LJ asked.

Mickey's brow furrowed as he dug around in the plastic tub for a clip, finding one he clipped the top layer of her hair up, tangle free, and began to detangle the bottom layer.

"Well the two people who loved each other were both men, and sometimes there are people who don't think two men or two women should be able to have kids. They're wrong, and can choke on their own hate."

"Their own hate!" LJ shouted in agreement.

Mickey chuckled, "Well both men had a lot of siblings, and one of their brothers,"

"Uncle Iggy!" LJ cheered.

"Yep Uncle Iggy, and one of their sisters,"

"Aunt Fifi!"

"Yep Aunt Fifi, well they found out they were going to have a baby, but they hadn't been wanting one. They were just having a fun time and didn't take precautions. Which is good because if they had then we wouldn't have our little surprise." Mickey moved a hand to her side and tickled her making her giggle.

"So Aunt Fifi had me, and she and Uncle Iggy gave me to you and dad!" LJ finished.

"If you already knew the story then why'd you wanna hear it?" Mickey asked with a chuckle as the comb started to go through her hair easier.

"I like hearing it." She said with a shrug.

Mickey hummed as he weaved his fingers through his daughter's hair and made sure it didn't snag.

"Daddy, get the brush." She whispered loudly.

Mickey rolled his eyes but did as he was told and grabbed the brush, waiting.

"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse bring back what once was mine." Mickey sang along with the creepy mom on screen as he brushed through LJ's curls.

"Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine." He placed a hand on her head and gave it a little pat.

"Daddy, tell me about my name." LJ said wiggling in her seat again.

Mickey chuckled, she always followed up the adoption question with the name question.

"Hold still while I pull it all back, then I'll tell you." He instructed.

LJ held still as Mickey combed back her hair and then sectioned it off, clipped one half up so it would stay out of the way, and began to weave the plait together.

"Your name, Laura Jean Darina Roisin Gallagher-Milkovich, has many different meanings to it. Laura was my mother, your grandmother's first name. Jean was your dad's mother, your other grandmother's middle name. Darina is Ukrainian for gift, you are half Ukrainian, Roisin is Irish for Little Rose, you are half Irish. Gallagher is your dad's last name, and Milkovich is mine."

He paused a moment pulling at the strands of hair to tighten the braid without hurting her.

"We wanted to name you something great, because we knew you were going to be great. Something that meshed both of our families and heritages together, because you were going to mesh us both together, even more than our love and marriage."

"but you call me Jeanie Beanie, or LJ." she pointed out.

Mickey chuckled, "Well, we had lots of nicknames for you when you were a baby, we still do. But both of those are the more tame ones. Your dad wanted to call you his little tomato for the longest time, until your hair got darker."

"A tomato?" She giggled, though she knew this also.

"Your dad loves growing tomatoes, but I told him no tomato names once you started talking. So having to keep up with you as you grew and got into more and more mischief, no idea where that came from, we had to give you a nickname. But you know that if we use your full name you're in trouble." He said grabbing the little black rubber band in his thick fingers and tying off the braid.

"There kiddo, now do you have any more questions before we go wash up?" Mickey asked moving his hands off of LJ so she could stand up.

She jumped off of the floor and spun around to look at him, he couldn't help his heart melt each time he looked at her. A perfect mix between him and Ian, though he was sad about the red hair. She had dark hair like his, but curled like Ian's, green eyes like Ian's, freckles like Ian, the rest of her face was all Milkovich, down to the bunny teeth and eyebrows that shot up when she was thinking hard.

She jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His heart stuttered for a moment in surprise then he wrapped his arms around her, a feeling taking him over like he always got knocked with when he thought about her, his life, what all has changed since those dark lonely days as a child.

"I love you daddy." She said softly in his ear.

He felt his eyes moisten and he sniffed, "love you too kiddo."

He waited until she unwound from around his neck, "Let's go wash up before dad gets home."

She bounded to the bathroom where they both washed their faces and brushed their teeth.

Ian arriving as Mickey finished shaving, LJ mimicking him with shaving cream and a comb to get it off her face.

"There are my dates." Ian chimed out seeing them, grinning as he lowered his phone having snapped a picture.

"Dad! My dress!" LJ cried out in excitement seeing it hanging from Ian's hand.

"Wipe your face off princess, then I'll help you get dressed." Ian said winking at Mickey in the mirror, leaving his dry cleaned clothes hooked on the door, taking his and LJ's with him.

He shot Ian a grateful look as LJ wiped the remaining shaving cream from her face and followed him into the bedroom.

Mickey changed into his outfit, adjusting his tie in the bathroom mirror before coming out and going to the living room. He grabbed all of their shoes and began to put his on when LJ and Ian came out, LJ running towards him in ball of tulle and sparkles.

"Look daddy I'm a princess!" She cried jumping into his waiting arms.

"You are! You're always a princess dress doesn't change that you know." Mickey murmured into her hair as he held her close and swayed her a little bit before setting her down.

"Put on your shoes princess, then we'll get going." Ian instructed as he grabbed his own shoes.

Mickey watched as LJ slipped on her sparkly gold shoes with the buckle that she had wanted and stood up, going in front of the television where the movie was still playing.

Mickey looked to Ian who was done tying his shoes and was now fiddling with his tie.

"Looking pretty good there Mr. Milkovich." Mickey hummed reaching up to swat Ian's hands away before tying the tie for him.

"You're looking pretty gorgeous yourself Mr. Gallagher." Ian grinned pressing a kiss to Mickey's cheek.

When Mickey was done they both turned to watch as LJ danced to the music on screen, Rapunzel twirling in the town square. LJ's dress was a champagne color with shiny sequins, and a poofy tulle bottom,

"Princess, your chariot awaits." Ian said extending an elbow down to LJ, who giggled and wrapped her arm in Ian's.

Mickey rolled his eyes and held her free hand as they left the apartment and climbed into the car, driving to the activity center.

"Daddy Daughter Dance" Was written in a big banner over the doorway as they came through the balloon archway.

Ian paid the fee and then they began walking towards the doors to the dance floor.

"Let's get a photo first." Mickey suggested nodding towards the woman taking pictures in front of a castle backdrop.

Ian grinned and they stood in the picture line waiting for their turn.

When they reached the front, LJ hopped onto the little stand as Ian and Mickey stood on either side of her.

They didn't need to be told to smile, or move closer together by the photographer for her to get the shot she wanted.

They were the easiest Daddy Daughter group to get a photo of, she could feel the love radiating from their family as they got their photo taken with her. She could see the utter adoration in the fathers' eyes as they looked at their daughter and at one another. She could see the joy in the little girl's face as she looked at her fathers.

"You can pick it up here after the dance." She said nodding at them, feeling a sweet ache in her chest as she watched the sweet family walk into the dance hall.

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