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fellisllupus · 2 months

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(General and QPR) Alastor x reader headcanons!

warnings: this is written with an aroace reader in mind, reader is gender neutral, physical touch but like. on a very low level.

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honestly, even if you are the closest person to him in hell; within the first year of your qpr relationship, i dont think he would change in mannerisms that much around you, even when out of wandering eyes. he will have that smile on all the time; and wont favor showing emotions, with few exceptions. dont take it to heart, that is just the way he is most comfortable!

he will change however, in the way that he goes out of his way to help you without asking for anything in exchange. opening doors for you, pulling back your seat so you dont have to; all that jazz. very big on acts of service.

also, it is very clear where his attention diverts to when you enter the room.

back from running some errands for charlie, you approach the hotel doors with hands full with bags, a slump in your step.

maroon eyes catch yours, and with a subtle change in the everlasting smile of the radio demon, he is by your side instantly. welcoming you and taking the bags off your hands while you are distracted with his talking. what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help his tired partner?

even if he would never mention it, he is grateful that you dont really put a label in the relationship and just vibe honsetly. i dont think he would ever be comfortable with a fully romantic relationship. you were made for each other in that sense!

he loves pranking you for the reactions, so expect a few scares even though he would never harm you intentionally if he could help it.

we all know that even if he is okay with touching people; he doesnt favor physical touch, and lets very occasionally and very specific people touch him. however, you are one of those very few people and even have special being-alastor's-partner privileges! he would very rarely object to your touch, and subconsciously initiates it more frequently with you than others.

you probably touched his ears once, maybe accidentally; maybe not. it caught him so off guard he just stopped talking and stared at you for 30 seconds straight before vanishing to somewhere else. what a guy

kisses are very rare, but sweet when they happen. his favourite place to kiss you would be your forehead, the crown of your head and the back of your hand. definitely won't object to quick cheek kisses from you!

loves!! to dance with you. put on some jazz and he could dance for hours without breaking a sweat, has a very impressive stamina. also, i believe that while suspicious at first because of the name, he would LOVE the electro swing genre!

he is a very charming gentleman, so people who dont know who he is (if they even exist...) ever try to hit on him, maybe try to distract that person if they are a good enough guy, you know? no need for unnecessary blood spilt.

rosie would LOVE you. and i mean it. she would be ecstatic that alastor found someone like him. you would get invited to a lot of hang outs with her! sometimes with alastor, sometimes with just you. if you are a little bit of fashionista she would love to go to clothing shopping with you, helping you choose what fits you better; if that specific piece is too extra... all that! or you could just have tea and sweets, and talk about your interests together.

he is very good at reading you, especially through your smile and laughs. definitely can tell when your laugh is forced or not in conversations very well. that is mostly how he reads the situation and gets you out of it (maybe in more alastors ways than not, if he doesn't like the person youre talking with) if he senses you are uncomfortable. what is a surprise to him is how you would also be able to read him and his smiles within time.

i dont know if he would tell you about the deal he made at all. he would probably avoid it as much as he could. it is a weakness of his that he would rather not be reminded of, and he would just not want you to know about it. if you ever found out about it, and decide to ask about it; while i dont think he would snap at you like he did with husk in the show, it would still create tension between you along with him avoiding to answer.

how much sincerity he shows to you would be very dependent on for how long youve been his partner. yes, you may be able to read him a little better within time, but that is no feat with how many secrets he probably holds. i still think it would take a year or so before he starts showing sincerity, although subtle and would do so seldomly. it would take maybe a decade until he would be comfortable enough to be fully transparent with you. but, oh would it be worth it.

overall, i love him very much your honour. he is the guy ever and would be a very charming and fun partner if you ignore the murder and crypticism!!!!

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jisungsdaydreamer · 9 months

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Dress

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SYNOPSIS When Minho buys a really ugly dress for you, but you don't want to hurt his feelings.

Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader Genre: established relationship, fluff Warnings: none :) Word Count: 1.4k

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“Honey, I got you a surprise!”

You immediately toss aside the book you were reading and practically leap off the couch at the sound of Minho’s voice. You love surprises. Your husband enters the room with a tired look on his face, but nevertheless, he smiles lovingly at you, holding out a cute beige-colored shopping bag to you.

“I stopped by the store after work,” Minho explains, sitting down next to you as he loosens his tie.

You pause while pulling out the sparkly tissue paper at the top of the bag, touched. You know how busy Minho is these days, and the fact that he took time out of his day to get you something made you melt. “Aw, Min. You’re so sweet.”

The tips of Minho’s ears turn pink, like they always did whenever you praise him. “Look inside the bag!”

You tear through the wrapping paper, your fingertips meeting something soft. Intrigued, you pull the mystery item out excitedly, only to realize that it is the absolutely ugliest dress that you have ever set eyes on. For a moment, you just stare at it, surprised in the worst possible way.

“So? What do you think?”

Minho’s eager voice snaps you out of your mini reverie. You gulp, racking your head for something to say. “Oh! Urm…”

His face falls. “Do you not like it?”

You shake your head vigorously. “No! I’m just so… amazed! You normally never buy clothes for me.”

Minho grins. “I know. But hey, maybe there can be two fashionistas in the family now.”

“Yeah, definitely!” You swallow, hoping he doesn’t see right through you.

Satisfied, he tilts his head towards your bedroom. “You should try it on!”

Defeated, you turn and trudge to your bedroom. Once you’re inside, you quickly pull off your favorite pajamas and change into the dress. Minho enters the room as you step into the mirror, and you truly have to clench your jaw to keep the horrified gasp that nearly escapes you.

The dress is an insult to fashion, if you’re being honest. The geometric pattern sporting an unflattering shade of orange makes you feel like a pumpkin. It looks like a shapeless blob on you, the swaths of fabric pooling unflatteringly at your waist. The knitted design is scratchy on your skin, making it incredibly uncomfortable. And to make everything worse, you catch the number on the price tag, and you want to faint.

Clearing your throat, you glance to your side over at Minho, who gazes wordlessly into the mirror at your reflection. “How do I look?”

He shakes his head softly, genuinely awestruck. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.”

You have an idea or two of what you really think you look like, but you plaster on a fake smile, hoping you’re selling it. “You’re the best husband ever.”

“I saw it in the store, and thought it would look so pretty on you.” Minho beams proudly, and he looks so innocent that you feel your heart break a little in guilt.

“Minho, baby.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “You really didn’t have to.”

He pouts. “But Changbin is hosting dinner tomorrow, and I wanted you to have something nice to wear.”

So what other option do you have than to thank him and give him a little kiss? You would wear that god-awful dress to Chanbin’s party for everyone to see, rather than hurt Minho’s feelings, right? Definitely.

“Y/N, Minho! Come on in!” Changbin opens the door, welcoming you into his home.

You don’t miss his expression of shock as he lets you in, but ever the gracious host, Changbin smoothly covers it up with a smile and hugs you both. As you and Minho walk into the living room, where all of the guests are mingling over cocktails. You get similar looks from the others, but you glance over at Minho worriedly, hoping he doesn’t notice. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to, joining in on the conversation and laughing at someone’s joke.

You inhale and let yourself relax, searching the crowd for Hyunjin and Jisung, your two good friends. You spy Jisung loitering by the dessert table, discreetly piling brownies into napkins and tucking them into his pockets for later.

“Sneaking extra brownies, are we?” You creep up behind him, making him yelp and nearly drop his brownie.

“Seriously—” Jisung looks over at you, prepared to shoot a comeback at you when he halts. “What in the world are you wearing?”

You roll your eyes. “A dress, okay? Minho got it for me.”

“Oh.”

“Is there something you want to say, Jisung?”

He stuffs the brownie into his mouth to obviously conceal his laughter, but you don’t miss the faint smirk on his face. “Nothing.”

You give up. “Where’s Hyunjin?”

“Late, as usual.” Jisung swallows his brownie before eyeing the mini pizza bagels at the end of the table. “I’ll be right back.”

You turn and look for Minho, finding him chatting with Seungmin. Seungmin finishes refilling his wine glass and exits the kitchen, and Minho takes the chance to slip his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“Enjoying the party?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You nod, taking a sip of Minho’s drink. “Mhm.”

Minho looks down at you. “I’ll bet you’re getting a lot of compliments on your dress.”

“So many.” You flick an imaginary piece of lint off of said dress. You hate lying to him.

Minho frowns, noticing how you’re avoiding his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Hyunjin waltzes in, two hours after the party began.

You take the opportunity to change the subject. “Fashionably late, Hyunjin?”

“Yes, but I can’t say the same for you, Y/N.” Hyunjin bursts into laughter. “Where did you get that dress? It’s actually hideous.”

Usually, you wouldn’t mind such a comment coming from Hyunjin, because this kind of teasing banter was a normal exchange between you both. However, this time, Minho is the one who is responsible for your outfit.

And from the way the smile fades from Minho’s face, he is also listening. “What?”

You glare at Hyunjin. “No, it’s not.”

Hyunjin snickers, still not getting the hint. “You know damn well—”

“Y/N said she loved it.” Minho steps in, looking equal parts confused and upset. “I bought it for her yesterday.”

Hyunjin shuts up at last, finally realizing why you are shooting daggers at him with your eyes. “Ohhh. I was just kidding, Minho. Please don’t murder me.”

With that, Hyunjin quickly bolts out of the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone. You peek over at Minho, only to see him sadly looking down at the floor.

“Min…”

“I knew you hated it.” Minho puts his glass in the sink and walks out. With a frustrated groan, you follow after him, only to catch him in a very deep one-way conversation with Jisung, who just chews on his food while watching Minho rapidly ramble about cars. You understand that Minho is mortified and doesn’t want to talk to you, so you go back to Hyunjin, who has wandered into Changbin’s home gym and is messing with the weights.

For the rest of the evening, there’s this tension you can’t name between you and Minho, and you both don’t exchange any words. When it’s time to leave, you both say goodbye to everyone before getting into your car. For a few minutes, there’s an awkward silence as Minho drives and stares straight ahead, not looking at you even once. Once you arrive at home, Minho parks, and you prepare to get down out of the car, but Minho speaks up.

“I wish you just told me that you didn’t like the dress. Then I wouldn’t have been so embarrassed,” Minho says softly.

You sigh. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, and you were so excited.”

“You should have been honest.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Minho stays quiet for a moment, and you think he’s still disappointed, but then he looks over at you, a small grin on his face. “I’m sorry too. When you opened it I realized it really was so ugly, but I was too stubborn to admit it.”

You chuckle, relieved. “Maybe leave clothes shopping to me. You’re good at so many other things.”

“I agree. I can’t be too perfect, after all.” Minho winks at you playfully.

With an amused smile, you lean over and kiss your husband. His fashion sense may not be incredible, but you love him just the way he is.

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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What types of girls do u think the tokrev boys would like (separately), what type would u match the up with?

A/N: Not quite sure if I had understood your questions correctly, but here’s a list of TR boys and their dream girls based on my interpretation of your request.

Ft: Haitani Ran, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Mitsuya Takashi & Sano Manjirō (Tokyo Revengers).

Part Two: Haitani Rindō, Hitto Kakuchō & Terano South ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Haitani Ran

➵ I can imagine our little Wednesday Addams being interested in two types of girls.

➵ The first type would be the “high-maintenance” type, obviously someone with a lot of demands and requirements that he cannot meet.

➵ She would be confident with a very high self-esteem and probably very fashionable, walking with her chin held high as if she owned the place.

➵ She would be mischievous and flirtatious, but still loyal.

➵ People would sometimes wonder who the bigger player was between the two before they started dating.

➵ The second type that I can see him being interested in is the quiet and reserved type.

➵ However, she still needs to have high standards and be confident in herself.

➵ The fashionista aspect is not that important, but there has to be something that caught his attention.

➵ If anyone has watched the series "The Queen's Gambit," then you must be familiar with the main heroine, Beth Harmon.

➵ When I say reserved, that's the type of reserved that I truly mean.

➵ The one who seems very shy, only to be interpreted as the incarnation of Satan once she's spoken her mind.

➵ Which could also be seen as the “freak behind closed doors” type.

Hanemiya Kazutora

➵ The "a literal angel" type is the kind of girl that our little banana boy is drawn to.

➵ He wouldn't be interested in just any girl, however.

➵ The only type that would catch his eye is one who is exceptionally gentle and patient, with a natural inclination towards helping others.

➵ The kind of person who can't walk past someone in need without offering a helping hand.

➵ Her kindness is not performative, but instead comes from a genuine desire to make the world a better place.

➵ Sometimes I wonder if this girl even exists.

➵ Someone who is very shy and sweet.

➵ She might have a tendency to blush when she's happy or flustered, which only makes her more endearing.

➵ Her voice is soft and soothing, the kind that could calm anyone down with just a few words.

➵ Can also be referred to as the "can't even hurt a fly" type. But to our banana boy, she is so much more than that.

➵ She is an angel in human form, a symbol of everything that is good and pure in the world.

Matsuno Chifuyu

➵ The "extreme badass" type.

➵ While Chifuyu is the type of guy who can get along with different kinds of people, he is instantly drawn to the badass type.

➵ He just thinks that she's so cool and can't help but admire her.

➵ I swear to god! This boy is such a big simp!

➵ Pretty much like Baji, she can be unhinged and have serious mood swings.

➵ She can also be very sweet and bubbly.

➵ However, she's still the cool-headed and collected type of girl who manages to dominate any man she meets.

➵ Her aura is warm and inviting, but also cold and haughty.

➵ Blunt. Extremely blunt, but also surprisingly mature.

➵ She probably reminds him of a stray cat in a way, which is mostly because of her tendencies to go missing for a few days.

➵ Because of this strange combination of characteristics she can also be seen as the “self-contradicting” type.

➵ Overall, she is a walking oxymoron whom any other person would have problems getting along with.

➵ Well… anybody but Chifuyu.

Mitsuya Takashi

➵ Mitsuya would probably be attracted to two types of girls.

➵ The first is the “mother-like” type.

➵ One who is extremely mature, sweet, and caring.

➵ She is excellent with children and takes school very seriously.

➵ She’s a good cook and his sisters love her.

➵ Very hardworking to the point that he sometimes has to ensure that she is not overworking herself.

➵ She can also be seen as the “selfless” type because she tends to place others’ needs before her own.

➵ He would like her because they share a lot of common ground in their interests and values.

➵ The second type is the “she-devil” type.

➵ She’s mischievous and loves to fluster him on a daily basis.

➵ Makes sure to flirt with him and send him compliments and is very bold in showing her attraction.

➵ Still very good with kids and enjoys teasing him a lot.

➵ I think this would be seen as the opposites attract trope due to Mitsuya’s constant need to be like a parental figure for his sisters.

Sano Manjirō

➵ The “too strange for this world” type.

➵ When our little taiyaki (as well as dorayaki) lover had met her, she had immediately piqued his interest.

➵ Because it's a well-known fact that Mikey doesn't get interested in 'ordinary' people.

➵ She had most likely said something utterly ridiculous or done something weird.

➵ And even if she didn't, she probably has a unique sense of fashion that makes her stand out from the crowd.

➵ Typically, she's the type of girl who has an odd way of thinking, and most people can't grasp what she means.

➵ Mikey obviously finds her amusing.

➵ The “dreamer” is the other type that Mikey would most likely get attracted to.

➵ She is the one who has been held hostage by her overly strict parents and wishes for her prince charming to whisk her away.

➵ Or rather, her knight in shining armor, because let's face it, Mikey is nowhere near as sophisticated as a prince is supposed to be.

➵ But it doesn't matter, as long as he’s that somebody that’ll 'show her the world', take her on various adventures, and save her from monsters—or the evil wizard/witch that has been keeping her in confinement.

➵ As you can see, she is the biggest romantic on earth, and Mikey finds it adorable and would happily bring some new colors to shower her world with.

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luaveltarot · 1 year

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🪞ᑭᗩᑕ🪞: ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪO YOᑌ ᒪOOK ᗷEᔕT Iᑎ?

🪩🪄✨📸

ᑭIᒪE 1

Chaotic Art Academia/ Trendy Dark 🧲💣

Lol your style is the complete opposite of your selection of image which is the red necklace. It’s funny but let’s talk about what you look really good in. Ok so you are my simple 90’s minimalist chic girlies.

You look best in black but your other wardrobe faves could be denim, white, tan, grey and light blue. Your black/tan statement flat or mules go with just any outfit so keep wearing them. I see you have the masculine boss look to you which is again ironical with the pic you’ve chosen (I’m sorry, i don’t want to sound like a broken tape recorder but you get it, right?). Your black bodysuit looks really nice with tan trousers. Your oversized blazer enhances your style even more. I get that people love your choice in handbags, sling bags etc. You can still wear your white shoes everywhere, it goes with everything.

You accessories your outfit less, one ring , a bracelet and a watch does the job on most days for you (which is a lot for you ik). Your hair looks best when you leave them as they are and don’t fret over it being perfect and neat from all sides. You look tamed even with wild hair so don’t stress about it.　

ᑭIᒪE 2

Colourful trendy/ oh so miss perfect 🧸🛍

You like solid colour outfits and co-ord sets. You have a light and warmth to your fashion. It’s breezy, flowy and one feels bright when they look at you. You have a thing for light shades.

You look so hot if you wear turquoise liner to your eyes. You have a good sense of eye make up. You look your best in off-white and cream coloured shades. Coral, rust, latte and peach; shades of sunsets at a beach kind. You look feminine and in your power in midi dresses or tucked tops and midi skirts. Turtle neck tops and parallel trousers/ short skirts with belt accentuates your lean figure and you look taller.

You should wear heels often, it looks good on you. I don’t feel you are much of an accessory fan may be just a classy earring, also I think you don’t need accessories since your make up holds all the glamour. Instead I get you are more into hair accessories like hair scarves and hats. You understand your style very well so I don’t need to say anything more.

ᑭIᒪE 3

The hippie baby/ colourful vintage 🎨 🗝

Colourful butterflies or should I say vibrant chameleons ( not in a bad way,I just feel whatever you wear , that colour looks good on you). I get aquatic kind of neon colours, something that catches the eye. You wear colours related to water, wellness and nature.

You look best in pink-orange colours and light blue- dark blue colours, shades of sea and candy pink. You look best in patterned clothes which have a boho edge. You look elegant and put together in skirts with crop tops and even an oversized jumpsuit. I don’t get any specific styles that you look best in because you have many styles, your mood reflects in your outfits and you like to dress accordingly. Though you could look great in floral patterned clothes, beach prints and abstract arts.

You are into accessories, you match your bags, footwear and glasses accordingly. You could like to wear rings in all fingers and if you don’t then you should try it, I feel it will make you more chic even if you choose to dress lazily.

ᑭIᒪE 4

Boss chic/ Flashlight on you 🔦 📸

You have Capricorn placements? A prominent mercury or a moon sign. You are a fashionista and have the model look,no matter your size, right, colour or hair texture. You have a look that turns people’s head. Your colours are silver, gold, purple, blue , yellow and red.

You look best in striped tucked button up shirt and dark blue jeans. You can have shoulder length hair and it looks exquisite. You can even wear a gold pendant or chain frequently or always which make you look dapper and elite. Your aura is really surreal with specs of silver and gold making you look beautiful.

You should wear boots often because that will accentuate your outfit. Try a kimono if you haven’t or leave your shirt unbuttoned and wear a vest underneath. Also a crystal ring or crystal bracelet covered in some metal will suit you. You look hot in two piece sets too.

ᑭIᒪE 5

Travel beauty/ ‘Who is that charming girl ?’ They say 🤳💅🏼

You are a true beauty even when you feel you look homeless. You have the, ‘who is that girl?’ Look, especially at airports and in grocery stores or even the girl who just passed by. You remind me of the meme where a guy who is with a girl has turned his head to look at the other girl lol. Your social media got many stalkers too haha.

You look the best in all white but if you want colours then wear a black top and red skirt with pencil heels. I also see that you look best in brown and black. You have an air of innocence in your dressing style which is draws in people like bees to honey.

For accessories your would look nice in caps, sunglasses, a watch but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to wear jewellery, you can wear earrings and necklaces but I just feel you look pretty in simple styles with light make up and branded high quality clothes.

ᑭIᒪE 6

Ancient witch / mythological goddess 🪄

You have a traditional look to you. You look gorgeous in your ethnic clothes or from the culture you belong to. I feel when you dress up in your social standings, you stand out. Then when you wear casual clothes for regular days people are taken aback by your transformation because one minute you looked so transitional and next you look like a model posing for brands in pictures.

You look best in traditional outfits as mentioned before, besides that you look really cute like kittens in dresses. You look pretty in sleeveless tops and relaxed fit straight jeans. Even a beach resort shirt with a sports vest and cargo pants. You look best when you have a sporty vibe to your personality.

You should leave your hair open mostly and a pair of earrings in accessories will accentuate your outfit enough to make you look just enough. Colours like orange and yellow look good on you too.

ᑭIᒪE 7

Fairy in the forest 🧚🏻 / Invisible crown Queen 👑

For some reason I feel that people find you unreal and unique in your fashion. You give off the severity vibes with the way you dress that people feel they’ve encountered a beautiful garden where there are many flowers and greenery.

You look best in pastel/nude colours and especially floral prints. You should wear the nude pink dress with little floral prints, even I feel enchanted by your presence. Even fur clothes make you look attractive.

For accessories, you should wear pearls because it will give you the moon glow and go well with your pastel outfits. If you have been feeling like colouring your hair then take this sign as a yes you can and also don’t cut your hair short. Your hair holds all the beauty.

ᑭIᒪE 8

Mermaid around the corals 🪸 / Angelic Baby👼

You look so sweet and dreamy. You look beautiful in shimmery clothes or see through tops. Crochet knit tops, trousers and skirts.

You should incorporate more of shiny pinks and turquoise colours in your wardrobe. Also purple is your colour. Clothes with shells or accessories with shells will enhance your personality

Stop being shy and dress as you wish girl. I feel you hesitate a lot in dressing authentically. Embrace your ethereal beauty, stop being the mermaid who hides in the abyss of darkness to protect herself from intruders. You can look beautiful and still be in limelight, please don’t shy away.

ᑭIᒪE 9

Bad bitch who is all money 💰/ luxury femme fatale

You dress expensive. You have all the trendy high brand clothes which most people can only eye. You have all luxe accessories and make up products.

You look best in everything because all your clothes screams money and let’s admit, expensive clothes look good on everyone. Your silver dress, silver boots with silver earrings will look best just in case you ever felt confused about what to wear.

Don’t forget to paint your nails red because you are the classy and elite chickkkk. Always and I mean always wear necklaces and a heavy ring because they are meant to be shown off and not to be kept in drawers.

Thanks for reading. Have a lovely day or night wherever you are. Sending you love and healing energy:)

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justatasteofyourpoison · 5 days

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We interrupt this broadcast for a brief intermission…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 8

Pairing: Alastor x Female reader

Warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, sexual content, p in v, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), fluff, not the best grammar.

Word count: 1.1kish

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The rain drops slowly slid down the window pane as you looked out at the gloomy sky. You and Alastor had thankfully made it home before it started to pour. Of course Alastor could use his powers to whisk you both home, but he was always reluctant to transport you if he didn’t need to for some reason…

Alastor was sat on the bed, he seemed quieter than usual after the revelations in the forest. He had revealed that he’d become this powerful overlord because of Vox. Vox was Hell’s somewhat charismatic Television Demon who was part of a threesome called the V’s, which also included Valentino and Velvette. Valentino was the biggest porn producer in hell (not to mention Vox’s incredibly hot-headed plaything) and Angel Dust’s nefarious master in the studio. Whereas Velvette was a social media star, fashionista and general loudmouth… You knew Alastor and Vox have always had beef, but you had never found out why…

“Are you alright Alastor?” You whispered quietly taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“Apologies my dear, I didn’t mean to lose my composure back there” he said smoothing the sides of his hair down. You hadn’t really thought anything of it, you’d seen Alastor lose his temper before, that was nothing. But you knew he was a proud being and liked to always be in control, or at least appear that way…

“I just hate thinking of that wretched waste of cables…” he sighed putting his arm round you. You nuzzled your head into his neck. You relished any affection that you received from Alastor. No other beings in Hell got to see him like this so you couldn’t help but feel giddy.

He kissed the top of your head before you felt his hands gently move under your chin, tilting your head so he could look deep into your eyes. You both sat there for a moment, lost… Catching fire... His lips met yours softly before he worked his tongue in to dance with yours. Your hands instinctive moved to hold his face in yours as you both got lost in the passion. His face felt chiseled, his muscles toned from years of wearing a smile. You pulled away gently “Alastor” you whispered “what happened with you and Vox?” you questioned.

“I’ll get to that” he said pressing his lips back onto yours in another fit of passion.

“Let’s have some fun before that story” he mumbled breathlessly in-between kisses.

The Radio Demon moved his large frame over you and gently eased your thighs apart before gingerly laying himself down onto you, the size difference between you both was quite staggering. You could feel his hardness pressing into your crotch and you couldn’t help but gently start rocking your hips. His breathing became heavier and quiet moans left his mouth. He moved a clawed hand onto your breast and massaged it lightly, his thumb brushing against your nipple. You pushed the demon away for a moment and he knelt over you, you never could get over that sight - this powerful overlord wanted you? You hitched your dress up over your head and could see the Demon’s grin grow wider and he swiftly began undressing too. Before you knew it you were both naked and Alastor laid back down onto you, his cock gently rubbing up and down your now sodden slit. He bit into your neck and you yelped with pleasure before you could feel him easing himself into you.

“Alastor…” you groaned

“There’s my girl” he whispered as his finally thrust the entirety of his large cock inside you and began thrusting with a hypnotic rhythm.

This time with Alastor felt different. The urgency was there, but at the same time he seemed to be enjoying your body more; taking his time with you. You jolted your head back into the pillow with euphoria at the Demon’s movements.

He thrusted hard and slow into you and kissed you deeply, periodically pulling his face away to gaze into your eyes. You could feel him massaging your clit as he gyrated his groin against you and you reveled in the heat building in your loins, you dug your nails into his buttocks and pulled him closer to you, begging him not to stop on your path to ecstasy. As you came your hungry cunt pulsated around Alastor and he let out a satisfied moan “I’m so glad I can please you” he cooed biting at the top of your ear.

“But we’re not done here yet.” He teased pulling out of you and turning you on your side.

He spooned his body against yours and lifted your thigh up in his large powerful hand. With his other hand he pushed himself back into you. In this position his cock pressed firmly against you sweet spot and you soon found yourself gripping the bed, the pleasure was almost too much. “C’mon my sweet” the demon growled “I know you can come for me again”. He let your leg down which made your pussy grip tighter around him. “Fuck Alastor!” You screamed as he clapped hard against your buttocks.

“Careful my dear.” He panted “Heaven might hear you at this rate” he laughed loudly reaching his hand round and rubbing your clit with firm circular motions. His cock hit you just where you wanted it and you let out an animalistic groan, shocking yourself as you could hear a new static sound in your voice. You turned round to the see Demon’s eyes grow bright as his thrusts became harder and faster at your noises. His claws gripped at your hips creating small tears over previous silver scars he had left. “Oh fuck! Y/N!” He roared as his cock pulsed inside you, giving the demon the release he so desired.

As you both slowly recovered from the activities Alastor gently eased himself out of you and pulled you close to him, his head lazily resting on your shoulder.

“Well that was unexpected! You chuckled, placing your hand behind you both and giving his arse a little squeeze “I was expecting story time part two.”

“Part two?” the Radio Demon yawned.

“Yes you were telling me about you and Vox?” you reminded him gently. A few moments passed. No response. You then heard quiet snores behind you.

“These rutting deer” you whispered, “they’re all trousers and no talk” you laughed to yourself before snuggling back into the sound asleep Radio Demon.

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sugarandlemonbuns · 3 months

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fire & ice - chapter one of incompatibly compatible

━ in which you are one of the college's top role model students known for her excellent grades and blinding looks, but when hwang hyunjin, the new transfer student arrives, he quickly seizes your spotlight and begins to ruin your plans.

'they're incompatibly compatible.' ⎯ 2k words

pairing: hyunjinxf!reader | tags: enemies to lovers, collegeau!, use of alcohol, slow burn, fluff, angst, and smut. fashionista!mc, model!hyunjin MNI! 18+,

A/N: this is my first series, i hope you enjoy it!

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You hear it everywhere.

Walking down the hallways, clutching onto your bookbag, you try not to roll your eyes in irritation as you hear the slurred whispers and gossiping chatter. A few words bounce between the walls, helping you to piece out some of what they are saying. A new transfer student is arriving tomorrow afternoon. What’s the big deal? It’s not like he’s some prophet sent down from heaven to finally solve world hunger.

That doesn’t matter to you. You’re currently Winterville’s top and most popular student, and you cannot let irrelevant gossip like this get in your way of achieving your goal. Majoring in graphic design, you wish to become someone important in the fashion industry – a well-renowned fashion designer. And nothing is going to stop you from achieving your goal, nothing.

But what sets your head ablaze just a little bit is that for the first time since you’ve stepped foot into this college, no one’s gaze is on you. There are usually many greetings from others as if you’re their friend, or some more guys trying to shoot their shot. Sometimes there would be random people catcalling you. It’s not like you hate that no one’s paying attention to you for once, it's actually sort of nice, but it’s just weird and different. And you don’t like different. At all.

Before you know it, you reach your dorm. Taking out your keys from the front pocket of your bookbag, you twist them in the lock and walk inside, seeing your roommate Lia singing a song while elegantly playing on the keyboard.

Winterville College is known for its talented creative arts students, ranging from art students to dancers. You and Lia happen to be one of them. While she is training to become a songwriter and vocalist, you are majoring in graphic design in hopes of a competent job in the fashion industry - or even more.

‘Nice playing,’ You give a remark so she notices that you’ve arrived. Locking the door and tossing your bookbag to the side, you lie down on your bed for some relief after your tiring lecture.

‘Nice designing.’ Lia winks back, referring to the unfinished mannequin covered in scattered pieces of fabric. ‘Very… abstract.’

‘Shut up, I haven’t even started,’ You laugh, ‘And it’s due next week, I’m so screwed!’ Lia stands up from the keyboard and takes a seat next to you.

‘So, miss popular. How was today’s stampede of compliments down the hallway huh? ‘Oh! Y/n how was your day? Oh, y/n, what class did you have! Oh, y/n what-’’ You interrupt Lia by slamming a pillow on her face, causing her words to turn muffled.

‘Oh, shut up,’ You throw the pillow away and she exaggerates catching her breath, ‘I didn’t even get any of that. Which is weird, because everyone was just talking about the new transfer student. I don’t even see what the big deal is anywa-’

‘Hwang Hyunjin! The new transfer student oh my god I forgot to mention!’ Lia jumps up in excitement, pulling out her phone.

‘Seriously? Not you too!’ You groan, taking the pillow to cover your own face this time.

‘You’re so cold Y/N. Here, look!’ Lia pulls the pillow from your grasp to shove her phone in your face. It shows an Instagram profile of a man with over 15k followers. You take the phone from Lia’s hand and begin investigating.

‘You follow him?’ You cock an eyebrow at your roommate and she lets out a nervous giggle before twisting your head to look back at the phone. He has a few posts. Going through them you see how perfectly flawless he looks in every photo. His burgundy hair sweeps beautifully, just enough to show some of his forehead. He has big round eyes that look like they could carry the whole world, and thick luscious lips that you can’t help but want to touch.

Looking through the comments you can see they’re filled by mostly women, sending flirty and suggestive lines. Does he even read his comment sections, it looks like he hasn’t replied to a single one. How cocky is he that he doesn’t even pay attention to his fifteen thousand fans?

‘See! He’s so good-looking!’ Lia smiles widely down at you.

‘You got a crush on him or something?’ You chuckle, only to be responded to by a deadpan face.

‘No. I’m into someone else.’

‘You’re what! Who? Why have you never told me this!’ You stand up in shock and tackle her down to the bed. She brushes you off and continues talking.

‘Anyway… Hyunjin is from some rich family, he’s Korean, and…’

‘Hey! Tell me! Tell me!’ The two of you end up in some wrapped-up brawl on your bed saying two random unrelated topics at once until Lia breaks you two apart and stands up.

‘I’ll tell you if you buy us ice cream right now.’

‘Deal.’

Two ice-creams later, she’s going on about a guy named Felix she met outside campus who is apparently a dance major, and that he asked her out on a date that’s happening tomorrow. You listen intently as she babbles on about everything, from his looks to his possible friend circles. She promises to tell you everything after the date tomorrow, and soon you both fall asleep on your bed.

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Your most recently assigned assessment has your head aching. Each graphic designing student was to choose a season of the year – whether it was Summer or Autumn – and create a fashion piece that was both stylish and practical. You chose winter, which was probably the stupidest thing you’ve done. You wish you could turn back time, but there’s only a week left until the due date, so what are you supposed to do?

The season was currently Autumn. Of course, you made the most impractical decision.

The sun had just risen and you were walking to grab coffee for you and Lia. Reaching the local coffee store, you stared through the windows to see mountains on mountains of people in lines. Just great. It would take forever to get your coffee and you really wanted to get some part of your assessment done before your first class of the day. What was everyone doing up so early anyway?

As you are contemplating what to do, you hear someone behind you call out your name. What the hell? Turning around, you realise it’s another one of those people who like to pretend to be your friend. You see them rushing up towards you, bringing others behind them.

Usually, you’d make a run for it, but they’re all in your face before you know it, going off about some random gossip. You’re tuning out until you hear that same name again.

‘Hwang Hyunjin!’ You freeze and stare at the group of people, feeling intrigued.

‘Wait um, could you please repeat everything you just said again?’ You want to know what the hype about this new kid is, and how it can concern you.

Someone from the back of the group speaks up, ‘Hwang Hyunjin, the new transfer student. How do you not know?’

‘Yes I know…’

Another person you don’t recognise speaks up as well, ‘How do you feel?’

‘How do I feel?-’

‘Yes, how do you feel about him taking your top student spot?’

‘What?’ That comment sets your head on fire. Since you joined Winterville in freshman year you made sure to diligently work your way to the top. And after piles on piles of effort, you had it. You were the top of looks, the top in popularity, and the top student. No one has ever been close to taking that away from you.

‘Hwang Hyunjin! He’s from the rich Hwang family. He’s bound for success, and he’s so good looking too. So, how do you feel?’

‘How do I feel?’ Crowds of people begin to form around you and your buried overwhelmed feelings start to take over. Your vision feels hazy and the crowds of people chattering around you start to go in and out of your ears. It feels like amplified radio static, and you want to crumble to the ground and yell at everyone. ‘No fucking way that’s going to happen.’

You push away from the crowds of people, breaking free and walking away. You make sure to ignore all the people trying to chase you up. Fisting your skirt and biting your lip, you walk back to the campus with no coffee in your hands. Just a strong urge to punch someone you haven’t even met. Who was this guy and what was he doing trying to take away everything you’ve worked so hard for the last three years?

What were all these lifeless and gossiping people doing with their time anyway? It was fucking 6 in the morning. And out of nowhere, you suddenly had a huge grudge over someone you’ve never even spoken to.

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Sitting in your first class of the day, you bury your head in your hands. You’re slowly drifting to sleep. Business studies was never a subject you would’ve chosen, but it’s necessary if you want to open your own fashion company one day. You never sleep in class, but all these thoughts of a random person taking your position in this college are gradually getting to your head. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to sleep in one class. You’ll definitely catch up later.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the lecture room door swings open. Trying to remain unbothered, you dig your head into the desk, trying to go back to sleep.

‘Class!’ Your professor speaks up, almost cheerfully. Since when was he ever happy? Giving up on your sleep you raise your head to see the person who just entered the room. Oh fucking hell. ‘I’m very delighted to say that Hwang Hyunjin, the college’s new transfer student will be joining our class!’ Since when was the professor delighted? This random man just walked into the room and was changing everything just with his eyes. Did he have fucking telekinesis or something?

‘Hyunjin, this room is quite full but there must be a seat somewhere…’ You look around the room and see only a few empty seats, one of them on your right. Please don’t sit here. Please don’t sit here. Please don’t sit here. ‘Ah hah! There’s a seat right next to Miss L/N over there. Y/N, could you raise your hand?’ Shit. Of course, he had to pick the seat next to you.

You slowly raise your hand and you feel the room’s gaze on you. The class bursts into a field of whispers and you just know this will be spoken about later on.

‘Top student sitting next to top student! How perfect.’ Did he just call the new guy, a top student? He just walked in! This was the first class of the day! You hear the whispers become louder as Hyunjin makes his way to the seat next to yours, taking his delicate time. He’s practically like fire – with the same burgundy hair from his Instagram, plump lips, and glossy eyes. The way he walks is burning too. Flames are bursting in a trail of his path, and you want to roll your eyes at his vain manner. But you don’t because now he’s right next to you.

The professor continues on with the lesson and you decide to actually pay attention now.

‘So you’re the top student huh?’ Hyunjin cockily whispers. You turn your head from the lecture powerpoint to face the boy next to you.

‘Excuse me?’ You raise an eyebrow at his tone, fighting the urge to punch his perfect face.

‘You heard me,’ His attitude is just as you imagined. You’re slightly happy because it gives you a reason to dislike him. ‘I’ve been hearing it all around. You’re the top student, and I’m going to be taking your spot.’

‘Watch it!’ You eye him up and down. ‘I’ve fought so hard for this spot. You can’t just take it away.’ You still remember when they announced the student rankings the year before, opening your email and seeing the number one. It was the most accomplished you have felt since your family degraded your skills before moving out.

‘Really?’ He leans in closer to you. It’s almost uncomfortable with how thin the proximity is right now. ‘Watch. Me.’

That ticks you off. If you could, you would’ve slapped him in the face and walked right out, but unfortunately, you’re in a lecture room with a hundred other people. But then he gives a sly smirk and returns to the papers in front of him, scribbling down some stupid notes that he probably doesn’t understand.

You scoff, glaring at him to do the same, hoping he gets the reciprocal memo.

He’s like a cocky firepit, and you are as cold as ice. Placing you two next to each other was a mistake because you’ll never mix unless the other dies.

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chapter two here (tbc)

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enivez · 2 months

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN (1.5k written)

SYNOPSIS…. Gaming is a common hobby for college students nowadays, with Overwatch being the game of choice for both Lee Heeseung and his favorite streamer loved.venus. The boy shows his love for his favorite streamer behind the screen name lee.bambi, though he doesn’t realize it was the campus fashionista that he hated ever so much behind the screen.

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Being locked out of your studio days before your first evaluation was not the way you wanted to spend your time. Naturally you found yourself in the Kim’s bakery, their small shop being like home to you at this point. Just wanting to sit down with a fresh squeezed lemonade and a slice of Mrs. Kim’s infamous banana bread, you found yourself on the patio you’ve spent so many days on. It being a Saturday morning the bakery was busier than usual, leaving you searching for a spot.

You were ready to retreat back inside until you noticed a familiar boy sitting alone working on his laptop. Hesitantly you made your way over to him, desperate to sit in the new found spring air.

”Mind if I sit here?” The boy looked up with those same doe eyes you met the other night. He stilled for a moment before gesturing to the empty seat across from him. You thanked him silently, setting your food down on the now shared table.

You found yourself putting on your headphones as you admired the view of the blossoming tulips that surrounded the patio. Pulling out your sketchbook, you started to sketch the scene around you. The couple sat on a bench facing the river, resting on each other as they admired the flowing water. Mr. Kim watering the plants that sat on the window sills, a chore you had often heard his wife nag him to do over the years.

At some point you found yourself subconsciously sketching the boy that was silently sitting in front of you. It had hit you when you looked up for reference and was met with the same doe eyes that were now etched into the page.

“Is there something on my face,” the boy asked, puzzled by the rapid glances you had made in his direction. You shook your head shyly, staring down at your drawing in embarrassment. The boy seemed to pick up on what was happening, reaching over to pick up your sketchbook to investigate for himself. You could feel your cheeks burn, you didn’t dare to face him.

“Not bad, though I don’t think my eyes are that big.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. The boy by far had the biggest, widest, doe eyes you had ever seen. You couldn’t help noticing that was the feature that had you craving to meet him face to face at that exact moment. By the time you had gained the courage to look up at the boy, he was already flipping through the rest of your sketchbook. The boy suddenly stopped on a page, catching him off guard this piqued his interest.

”You play overwatch,” he asked as he glanced over multiple cosmetic sketches of many characters he recognized. The more he flipped, the more of those familiar characters he was faced with.

“I play casually with my friends, you’ve probably met Jungwon…” Your sentence dragged out as you felt embarrassed that someone was looking at your personal sketchbook, something you don’t even let Jay sneak a peek at. The boy nodded in response, his eyes becoming fixated on a drawing of the character D.va.

”These are pretty good, I would buy them.”

You could’ve sworn your eyes bulged out of their sockets at that comment. Lee Heeseung, the boy known by you solely for hating you was now complimenting your work.

“Do you think, you know some of them, could actually be something students would wear? I like to imagine many of the characters in techy clothes that I could see university students wearing, like street style almost. I feel like my work would only work in a universe like theirs-“

”[Name],” Heeseung stopped your rambling, handing your sketchbook back to you. His doe eyes looking at you with concern, the boy catching onto your evident self-doubt. “You will never know if you don’t try? I think they’re worth a shot, I might not know anything about fashion but I could really see people wearing some of these outfits.”

You felt your eyes well up, causing Heeseung’s doe eyes to resemble those of a deer in headlights. You giggled at his reaction, quickly wiping away the few stray tears that dared to spill in such a moment.

“Thank you Heeseung, really it means a lot.” The boy just nodded in response, looking back down to his own work. You took that as a sign to return to your work, reviewing the designs he had just flipped through. Carefully marking elements or designs that would work for your portfolio, Heeseung’s words of encouragement replaying in your head.

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Before you knew it the sun was setting, that in combination with the sound of your stomach rumbling was enough to take your focus away from your sketchbook. You looked up to see that Heeseung was still in front of you, now with his lip caught between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed in frustration at whatever was on his screen. Taking note of the headphones that were now on the boy’s head, you found yourself sneaking into the bakery looking to get food for the two of you.

As soon as you stepped through the door you were met with the sight of Mr and Mrs Kim closing up shop. You hadn’t realized it was that late yet, but also remembering the fact that the two closed earlier on saturdays.

“Why didn’t you tell us it was closing time,” you asked the pair in confusion. They stopped what they were doing to look over in your direction, almost surprised to see you there.

”You two seemed so at peace I didn’t dare bother you two,” Mrs Kim said as she came out from behind the counter to greet you. “Would you two like some food, it's been quite awhile since the both of you ate.” Before you could respond, your stomach growled out for food once again causing the older woman to laugh.

“Well help yourself, you know where everything is still? I have a date to catch with my wife so if you wouldn’t mind closing up shop once you two leave,” Mr Kim says as he tugs his wife out of the small bakery before you can even respond. Those two were always something else, shaking your head with a laugh as you headed back out to the patio to ask Heeseung what he would like.

Meeeooowww

You were greeted by the loud high pitched meow of a cat, your head darting over to heeseung who was now sitting on the ground with a small kitten in his hands. He hadn’t noticed your return as he was cooing at the small creature that was cuddling into the palms of his hands.

“Who’s this,” you ask, squatting down beside the boy and his new found friend. Once again capturing his doe eyes with yours, though this was the softest you’d seen them yet.

“I don’t know, one moment I was working and the next I felt something scratching my leg.” The boy's attention returned back to the small cat as it whined, almost demanding all eyes on it. He turned towards you, offering the small being towards you. You scratch below the cat’s chin as it purs into Heeseung’s hands, meowing suddenly when you remove your hand from its body.

“The Kims left, they said to help ourselves to the leftovers from the day. Is there anything in particular you would like,” you ask as you stand up dusting off your skirt.

“If there's any banana bread left, I’ll take a slice please.” You nod as you head back inside, leaving the boy and his new found friend. You make your away around the bakery much like how you did over the past summer as you worked for the owning couple. Grabbing two slices of banana bread, you warm them as you prepare some hot chocolate for the both of you before placing everything on a tray. Before heading back outside you remember to grab a small bowl, filling it up with some water for the kitten.

You couldn’t wait to see those doe eyes again.

“Hey would you be able to keep him,” the boy asked as soon as you stepped through the door leading out to the patio. Catching you off guard you tilt your head in confusion, wouldn’t he want to keep the cat. “My current place isn’t pet friendly and he is so tiny I don’t want to leave him out here. Plus I’ve grown fond of him,” the boy speaks nonchalantly as you approach him with the tray in hand.

“I have one condition though,” you respond as you set the tray down on the ground between you two. The boy faced you with those eyes you craved to see again, you had to use this chance. “You have to drop the scowls whenever you see me, I can’t have you visiting him if you only ever glare at me.”

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yuus-sentient-teddy · 4 months

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Never Far From Wonderland

The reunion between Yuu and their family was a tearful one. Since the year they've been gone, a few things have changed. Mainly, their family was in the midst of moving to a different place and were actually about to go through Yuu's things. It saddened Yuu that they had to leave their home so soon when they had just returned, but it made the moments they spent catching up with friends and being with their family in their childhood home all the more precious. On moving day, they gave their bedroom wall a pat, like how one would pat a friend's shoulder. "See you later."

A library, a pretty big community center, a bakery--no, at least three bakeries, and a few restaurants that offered outdoor dining. These were some of the businesses Yuu spotted on the way to their family's new house. It was a Saturday afternoon, so there were many people out and about. Families going somewhere fun or entering a sweets shop, fashionistas checking out boutiques, couples on their date, elderly folk and their grandchildren on their way home from a shopping trip, teenagers doing whatever. Yuu wondered how well they'll get along with their peers. Hopefully, it would go more smoothly than--

Hang on, did they just see unusually bright ginger hair?

They couldn't make sure. The car was moving away and they were sure the person was hidden in the crowd now.

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It was. . . strange being in a normal school again. For one thing, their classmates didn't have unusual hair color like royal purple or neon yellow nor did any have animal ears sitting on their head. For another, their classmates were friendly and, just like them, ordinary. They caught themself more than thrice thinking a welcoming classmate had an ulterior motive and they constantly reminded themself that this wasn't Night Raven College. No, this was just a high school on Earth.

Plain and simple and magicless.

. . . Well, they thought it would be.

When history came around, who entered their room but an older man with a stern face and greying hair, who resembled none other than Mozus Trein? Yuu was in complete shock, but when he spoke, they almost fell to the floor. This look alike even sounded like Professor Trein!

It didn't end there.

Science class brought in a professor neatly dressed who made multiple girls in Yuu's class swoon. A Crewel look alike, though this one's hair was completely black. He did, however, sport white earrings and Yuu saw him use a white pen with black spots.

Gym class introduced them to a rather muscular teacher with blue eyes and boisterous personality. He watched the students like a hawk and encouraged them to push themselves, work on their muscles! Perhaps it was Vargas's gym lessons in Twisted Wonderland, but Yuu found themself able to keep up. It actually made the gym teacher pull them aside and ask if they were interested in joining a sports team. Yuu hoped they weren't acting weird when they politely declined.

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"Where is it. . . ?"

Yuu had just left the school gates when they heard the murmur. They turned their head, thinking it sounded awfully familiar, and gaped. A petite frame, lilac hair--"Epel?"

"Huh?" The boy looked up. Yuu blinked, and the boy's hair was blond.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone I knew."

"It's okay." The boy smiled. Great Sevens, even his smile resembled Epel's! "Oh, actually, have you seen a bike key anywhere?"

"Sorry, I haven't. Need a hand looking for it?" For the next several minutes, the two of them searched the locker rooms, Epel's homeroom (turns out, yeah, his name is Epel), and the library. No key. They started making their way to the roof when, on the staircase, someone called for Epel.

Yuu looked up and felt as though they were falling backwards, which made them grip the railing tighter. Five familiar faces, two floors above. Bright ginger and cherry red, navy blue and peacock green, white and golden-brown, cyan and cerulean blue and yellow, key lime green and yellow-green.

"We have your bike key!" one of them shouted, waving it over the railing. Yuu blinked a couple of times and they were suddenly staring at normal classmates. Epel yelled his thanks and asked where they'd found it while jogging up the steps. Yuu meekly followed behind.

"Who's this?" the one who resembled Jack asked.

"This is Yuu. They've been helping me look for the key."

All Yuu could think about was how strange the Jack look-alike looked without wolf ears, but they smiled politely and said, "It's nice to meet you all."

"Yuu? Aren't you in our class? 2-B?" Deuce-doppelganger asked.

Their eyes widened. "Yeah! What was your name again?"

"Hey, could we talk about this while we walk? I could really go for a bun right about now," Ace-doppelganger said.

"Would you like to come with us to the store down the street?"

Their heartbeat quickened, excited to join these familiar faces while knowing that these classmates weren't their friends from Twisted Wonderland. "Yeah!"

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"Hey there, little imps!"

Oh my god.

His deep voice and showman-like way of speaking was unmistakable. He was without his top hat and skeleton makeup, but Yuu noticed he was wearing magenta eye contacts.

"Hey, Sam! Are the buns restocked?" His name is also Sam?!

"Came in an hour ago, still warm. There are plenty of the ones you all like." He met Yuu's eyes and smiled a little wider. "I see you all brought a new member to your squad!"

"Sort of. We actually just met them today."

"Who knows, though?" Ortho said, smiling. It was strange seeing him with a full face and not have some mouth covering or his eyes hidden. "They're pretty cool."

"I don't think I've seen you around before. You new to the area?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I just moved in not that long ago," Yuu said.

Sam opened his arms. "Well, welcome to my shop! We got things ranging from trinkets to groceries. Maybe you'll find something new that you'd enjoy!"

They smiled. "Maybe! Thanks."

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It had been about a month since Yuu and their family moved into their new home. Yuu made quick friends with the ones who resembled their first year friends in Twisted Wonderland (well, they'd actually be second years now, since Yuu returned just before Night Raven College started its academic year again), and through them, they became acquainted with others who resembled their senpais.

The only ones they couldn't find were, of course Malleus, but also strangely Lilia. Sebek did talk about them, but not as excessively as his Twisted Wonderland counterpart, which Yuu found to be a little funny and a little weird. One of these days, they'll figure out how to ask about meeting the two of them without being awkward.

Aside from school life and their social circle, Yuu found that they enjoyed the new location. Turns out their room had a nice view of the sunset. It reminded them of the times they sat on the roof of Ramshackle Dorm and watched the sun set with Grim or the other First Years by their side. They wondered if their friends still met at Ramshackle Dorm to study or hung out on the roof. It would be nice to not leave the place empty like before, but whatever will happen will happen.

Yuu closed the lid of the trash bin. That should be it for their chores.

They were starting to turn around when they spotted something huddled against the fence separating their house from the neighbor's. Slowly, they approached it. They had an inkling of what it was and began making out a familiar, furry shape. Their heart began beating faster when they noticed its dark coat, perked up ears, and bright eyes.

They slowly lowered themself and quietly called to the cat. "Pspspspsps..."

The cat seemed wanting to approach. "Hey," Yuu gently said, "you want some tuna?"

After a couple of seconds, it slowly walked over to them and sniffed their closed hand. They stroked its head and it sat down, enjoying the affection. Soon, after some more petting, it showed its belly and Yuu happily pet the spot. They noticed it didn't have a collar and wondered where it went to sleep. It was too bad Yuu's dad was allergic to cats--something they forgot about until they embraced him after returning from Twisted Wonderland--they would have let the cat inside. Although, and Yuu noticed this with a small smile, the cat seemed well fed.

The cat got back to its feet and shook itself. It looked at Yuu with a little intensity, like it was expecting something. Then it hit them.

"Right! I'll be right back with some tuna."

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On the way to school, Yuu would pass a rather big two story house with a garden in the backyard. All they could spy through the chicken wire fence were tomatoes and sunflowers, but they could imagine many more vegetables growing in beds and other flowers sprouting against the fence. On the porch were various pots containing different types of flowers, and from what Yuu could see, they all looked healthy. The placement of the pots never seemed to change, so it wasn't hard to spot a new addition one day.

They couldn't stop staring at it. It resembled one of the plants in the botanical garden, one of the most difficult to cultivate and thus one of Twisted Wonderland's rare plants. The one that grew no problem behind Ramshackle Dorm and which caused Crewel, Crowley, and their schoolmates to lose their mind when they found out about it. They wondered if the name of this plant was the same as the one in Twisted Wonderland. At this point, they wouldn't be surprised.

Come to think of it, have they even seen the owner of this house--?

"Admiring the plants?" Someone had come from the garden. He was a tall, lanky old man wearing overalls and a. . . patchwork top hat? "You're free to get a better look, if you'd like."

"Oh! Thanks!"

Soon, Yuu and the owner of the house got into a conversation about plants and other things. He was an eccentric old man who laughed at seemingly inside jokes, but he spoke in a familiar way and with a familiar cadence that made Yuu wonder something. They were half tempted to ask in a roundabout way if he had been a star sports player, but decided to try another day.

In the middle of talking about Clover Bakery, the double doors behind the two of them--they had decided to take a seat on the porch steps--creaked open.

"So this was what you were doing."

"We thought you bit the dust on the way in!"

Two old men, one stout and the other tall and fat. Neither seemed all that worried or concerned. "If I did, I would've made sure you two also bit the dust," the lanky gentleman said, which made the three of them laugh.

At that instant, a familiar grey cat slipped past the older gentlemen and went to Yuu. "It's you!" they said, immediately petting him.

"You've met him?" the fat gentleman asked.

"Yeah, he comes around to my house sometimes for tuna and scritches. Does he live with you guys?"

"He comes and goes as he pleases," the lanky gentleman said. "He's a stray. Doesn't like being indoors for too long. Or he just likes being independent and spoiled."

Yuu laughed at that. "Sounds like him. Does he have a name?"

"We never gave him one, but you can. He seems to like you," the stout gentleman said.

The cat seemed very pleased when Yuu started scratching under his chin. They smiled as they remembered scratching Grim's head one day and him purring like an actual cat. They also remembered his indignation when they began scratching under his chin even though he was enjoying it. He insisted he wasn't a cat, but Yuu begged to differ. Now look at his Earth counterpart; it was so funny.

"How about Grim?" they said.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea! Grim it is."

Yuu's phone buzzed. Grim was disappointed with the interrupted scratches as they checked. "I gotta go."

"So soon?"

"Ah, can't be helped."

"You're free to come around again. It's not often youngsters like you talk to people as close to the grave as us."

Yuu smiled brightly. "I'll take you all up on the offer. Just don't bite the dust before I come back, okay?"

The gentlemen laughed. "No promises!"

They waved from the porch as Yuu walked down the sidewalk. "See you around, Yuu!" the three yelled.

They were almost home when they stopped in their tracks. Grim, who decided to accompany them on the walk, stopped as well and inquisitively stared. Yuu didn't pay any attention as they thought about the old folks' parting message.

They didn't tell them their name, so how. . . ?

Yuu shook their head and continued walking. A mystery for another day.

A/N: Yay first story of the New Year!

#yuu/mc (twisted wonderland)#twisted wonderland oneshot #🧸🖊writing #epel felmier #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #sam (twisted wonderland)#ramshackle ghosts #grim (twisted wonderland)

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kristencochefski1125 · 11 months

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Assistant, or More? || Travis Kelce

Somehow some way, you landed the job of being Travis's personal assistant. You've been at this for three months now and this is probably the first time you're going out with him to a specific event and meeting a lot of his teammates.

You were at your house getting ready and on facetime with your best friend. "You mean to tell me, you've been hiding for three months that you're THE Travis Kelce's assistant?!" You rolled your eyes at her. "Yeah, I really didn't want to tell anyone cause I know I would have gotten that same reaction from anyone."

Just as she was about to say something, your doorbell rang. "Oh is that him?" Your best friend asked as you exited your room. "It shouldn't be, he's early if it is."

Just then you opened the door and there stood Travis. "You're early." You said letting him into your apartment. "I know, I like to be early. Sorry." He said as you shut the door.

"That's fine, I need your help with what I'm wearing Mr. Fashionista." You said as he followed you to your room. "Ugh you watched that episode?" He said as he sat on your bed. "Your damn right I did."

"That was the funniest shit ever." Your best friend said over the phone, you completely forgot she was even on the phone. "Who was that?" Travis asked as he got up and came into the bathroom with you while you were fixing your hair.

"Travis meet my best friend. Best friend, this is Travis." He took the phone from the counter and went back to sit on the bed and chatted with her.

While you were doing your makeup, you could overhear part of their conversation. "Have you tried to date her yet? She's a great catch." Leave it to your best friend to try and get you to date your employer.

"I mean, she's stunning. I have been trying to get her to come to events with me and what not as my date, but she always says no. She just makes sure I look good and get to where I need to be on time."

You were taken back by what Travis said. You're stunning? I mean, he's not bad to look at either, but like he's never told you this. Yeah, the two of you flirt and what not but never have you ever done more than that.

You tuned them out, thinking about Travis calling you stunning. You exited the bathroom and Travis handed you your phone back. "How was your conversation?" You asked as you walked into your closet to get dressed.

"It was good, she's hilarious. I would love to meet her one day." "I think I can make that happen."

"She also thinks that we should date." You laughed as you came back out into the bedroom with your dress on and heels in hand. "Holy- wow." Travis said as he looked at you.

"You like?" You said as you did a little twirl to give him the full effect after you put your heels on. "Like? More like love."

"I heard you call me stunning after she asked you if you would date me." He smiled and got off the bed and pulled me closer to him to where your hands were resting on his chest.

"I mean looking at you now, there are no words to describe how truly beautiful you are, inside and out." Your heart swelled at his words and you smiled up at him.

"If it makes you feel any better, the feeling is mutual, you're not so bad to look at yourself. You're quite the catch Mr. Kelce."

"Mr. Kelce? Hm, now that's something I could get used to." He said as his hands wandered down from your waist to your ass and gave it a little squeeze.

"Hm, Mr. Kelce, you do you know you're my boss right? It's highly inappropriate for you to be touching my ass now don't you think?" You asked looking up at him with a smirk on your face.

"Baby girl, I can tell you to do whatever I want and you're going to do it alright?" He said leaning down and capturing your lips with his. Your hands went up and wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at the end.

His hands went from your ass to your thighs lifting you up with ease as he walked over to your bed and laid you down on it and broke away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

"What happened to just being your assistant?" You asked out of breath. "Baby girl, you are way more than just my assistant. You have invaded every single thought of mine, I need you."

"I'm all yours Travis, I'm all yours."

#kansas city chiefs #travis kelce #nfl #patrick mahomes #travis kelce x reader

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thesafecafe · 1 year

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Mafia! Ateez Reaction: They take you shopping for your wedding, but the other members crash your session

Summary: Since the day the boys planned the wedding, everything was going just perfect! Well, that is until they agreed to let the others help, by giving them small tasks, but this is Ateez :”) there is no way they will not be part of the main event. (I also watch too much “say yes to the dress” if you can’t tell, lmao).

CW: none really, just general crack, weddings, and fluff, men in dresses lmfao, mafia themes, gifs not mine, enjoy!

Hongjoong:

Now he had warned the members, Woosan specifically, that today was about you, and that no shenanigans would be tolerated. He allowed them to ride in the car, and warned them to stay there or they would be “severely punished. But in the middle of your cake testing, the two mischievous boys had snuck into the shop, sneaking in tastes of frosting here and there, and posing as a couple in need of a cake as they trailed not far behind you. You were the first to notice, and tried not to blow their cover as you held back a laugh, but all that was shattered when Wooyoung knocked over a vase, catching the attention of everyone in the shop. Hongjoong facepalmed as San dragged Wooyoung out of the shop.

“How about chocolate-”

CRASH!!

“WOOYOUNG YOU IDIOT!”

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa is the wedding planner of all wedding planners. He kept everything and everyone on schedule, and everyone was in line. Well, almost everyone. Mingi and Hongjoong wanted to come to the bridal boutique so that Seonghwa “wouldn’t have you looking like an old woman,” which got them a resounding no. “Stick to the flowers.” Seonghwa was “quite capable of making an appropriate selection,” but since this would be your day, it would be your choice. What Seonghwa didn’t anticipate was the fact that the boutique was owned by none other than Mingi’s sister. They wound up shooing Seonghwa away as they helped you find a perfect dress (as expected of the two fashionistas).

“I was thinking something more tradition- what the hell are you two doing here?!”

“This shop does say “Song’s Bridal” on the sign bud”

“I hate you so much”

Yunho:

Your day with Yunho was going great! You were not only wedding dress shopping, but having a self care day since the stress of mafia life could be quite draining. Yunho was enjoying himself as much, if not more, than you. That is, until it was time for you to try on the second dress you picked out. Ever the jokester, Yunho had decided that he too would put on a dress “fit for a queen,” and surprise you when you came back out. But he came out a little later than you, finding his bride to be laughing along with Yeosang and Jongho, who were snapping pictures.

“Damn, I didn’t know there were two brides”

“KANG YEOSANG YOU BETTER NOT POST THOSE ANYWHERE”

Yeosang:

Members crashing his cake tasting? Nope, it wasn’t happening. He had asked San to help keep the boys away from the appointment, and San was determined to be the best helper... except for when it came to Seonghwa and Yunho. They gave him puppy eyes (and $5) and that's all it took for them to weasel their way into the wedding decisions. You noticed them, taking heed of the cake flavors they silently pointed out to you, surprising Yeosang as he knew they weren’t flavors you usually picked. He knew something was amiss the minute you chose to taste a mint chocolate flavor. He glanced up to see Yunho and Seonghwa dying of laughter in the kitchen window. You could practically see the steam coming off his ears as he charged towards them.

“I SWEAR I’M GONNA KILL YOU TWO!”

“You’ve got to catch us first, chicken boy!” (Seonghwa)

San:

San had banned all members from your bridal appointment, wanting you to have a stress free day. He sat in the parlor, reading a magazine as he waited for you to pick the perfect gown. However, he didn’t expect to see such a tall bridesmaid come striding out of the back room and onto the runway in front of him- was that Mingi?! San whipped his head around in confusion, as Yunho also came striding out in a bridesmaid dress, much to the amusement of the consultant. San let out an indignant cry. “Where is my bride?” San fake cried as the consultant went to retrieve you. You’d sent out the boys as a distraction, giggling when the consultant brought you out.

“Aww look Yunho, San melted!”

“Song Mingi, I’m going to eat your leftover food out of the fridge.”

Mingi:

Decoration and cake flavor shopping? He could do that. He didn’t even tell anyone he planned to go. He just got up, got dressed, and followed you out of the door. But Jongho and Wooyoung were right on your tails. Mingi knew they were following along, but he didn’t address them until it was time to go cake tasting. “What are you idiots doing?” He’d scowl at them for interrupting his personal time with you, as he didn’t get much of it these days. “We just wanted to be a part of it. It’s the most important event of your lives.” You feel bad for them, and ask Mingi to let them tag along. The four of you tasted cake together, and all was well, until you went for decorations. The youngest members decided they’d redecorate the store... needless to say, you all wound up kicked out, but all of you had pretty flower crowns, so it didn’t bother you too much.

“And this is why you two stay at home.”

“No Mingi, this is why you have no taste for interior design.”

Wooyoung:

Hongjoong and San were hot on your tails through the bridal shop, and you giggled as Wooyoung pulled you through the shop, past countless dressing rooms and fittings, your own bridal appointment momentarily forgotten. They were desperate to put you in a dress they saw in the window that Wooyoung thought was hideous. They chased you until Wooyoung pulled you both into a room filled with dresses, lace and ruffles everywhere. You held onto your robe tightly as Wooyoung spun to face you. “I think we’re in the clear babe. I think this is the alterations room” “You got that right mister!” He jumped in fright as two older ladies, who looked like they ran the place addressed him. They were sitting at their desks, watching the whole thing unfold before them. You explained the situation, and they laughed, agreeing to help.

“You youngsters running in the hallway of my store! Yes you! If you’re gonna carry around my dresses, I’ve work for you to do in here!”

Jongho:

Jongho sighed, looking at the sight before him. The entire squad was begging to go with you to your first dress fitting, having been banned from most of Jongho’s wedding plans due to their usual shenanigans. He’d been very good at avoiding them up until this point, but you were six months pregnant with twins now, which meant your movements were significantly slower, and your heart was considerably bigger. You felt pity for them, pouting at Jongho to let them go if they promised to behave. He’d agreed, but now he was watching an all out brawl in the bridal shop, because the boys heard someone say you looked like a whale, which had hurt your feelings. Jongho was holding you close while the rest of the boys defended their nieces/nephews.

“You’re not so cute yourself sweetheart! Try looking in a mirror without breaking it, then you’ll have a more honest opinion about yourself.” Jongho sighed again. They were going to get kicked out, but at least your dress had fit well.

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corruptedcaps · 1 year

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Closet Confidential

Katie worked the lock on her mother's walk-in closet until she heard the satisfying click of it being unlocked. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the closet. Her mother, Darla, had never been a fashionista, but that had all changed recently.

Katie's heart pounded in her chest as she began rummaging through the clothes, searching for the source of her mother's recent transformation. She knew it had to be here somewhere.

It didn’t help that Katie had no idea what she was looking for. She just hoped she’d know it when she saw it but what item could change someone overnight? The physical changes were the most obvious of courses. She now had big boobs, tanned skin and sleek blonde hair but it was the mental changes that most worried Katie. She had become cruel and spiteful, dressing provocatively, staying out late, and even getting a boyfriend twenty years her junior named Chad.

Darla had always been kind and loving, but now, she seemed like a completely different person. And the worst part was that no one else seemed to notice. Everyone around them seemed to think that Darla's had always been like this.

Katie's hands shook as she flipped through the clothes, searching for something that would catch her eye. She had to find it. She had to destroy whatever it was before it could do any more damage. Finally, she saw it, nestled in a corner of the closet. It was a book, standing out like a crow amongst a flock of doves. The cover was black, with bold white letters spelling out the title. "How to be a Bitch."

“Seems a little on the nose.” Katie said to herself as she picked up the luxurious tome. She flipped through the pages, scanning the words, trying to find some sort of clue as to how the book had changed her mother.

But there was nothing. Just a bunch of generic advice on how to be confident, assertive, and in control. Katie felt frustrated and defeated. How could this silly little book be responsible for her mother's transformation?

However Katie soon found herself unable to tear her eyes from the words on the page. They were like nothing she had ever seen before, a combination of affirmations and mantras that seemed designed to boost one's confidence and power. And the longer she read, the more she found herself drawn in, her eyes glazing over as the words took hold of her.

Without even realizing it, she started to recite the words aloud, her voice low and hypnotic. "I am in control," she whispered. "I am powerful. I am the queen of my own destiny." The words flowed through her like a drug, filling her with a sense of strength and purpose that she had never felt before.

It was only after 15 minutes of repeating the words that she found herself able to break from her trance and look up and see herself in the full-length mirror. Her reflection seemed different somehow, sharper and more defined. Her eyes were brighter, her lips bigger, and her hair seemed to be more blonde in the light. And then she realized the truth.

The book was working. It was changing her, just like it had changed her mother. At first, she was terrified. What if she became just like Darla, cruel and spiteful? What started as as fearful thought started morphing into a desirable one. If the book could change her old hag of a mother, imagine what it could do to her young supple body. Why should her mother get all the fun?

Her breathing became shallow as her fingers ran over the pages of the book. Did she dare cross the line that turned Darla into such a bitch? As she reached to turn the page the book itself seemed to rise to meet her finger. It wanted her to use it. She felt the power surging through her veins, and she knew that she could never go back to the way things were before. She could no longer be a victim when the opportunity to be a queen was at her literal fingertips.

"I am in control. I am powerful. I am the queen of my own destiny."

As she recited the words, her reflection changed before her very eyes. Her skin grew smoother and softer, her muscles toned and defined. Her hair shifted from its natural color to a shining blonde, cascading down her back in waves.

Her nails grew longer, sharpening to a fine point. Her eyes grew darker, taking on an unnerving glint that sent shivers down her spine. Her face became colder, but also more beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and full lips. She was becoming more beautiful with every passing moment, but there was something else there, something darker and more sinister.

The mantras seemed to be taking on a life of their own, twisting and turning in her mind until they became something else entirely. "I am better than everyone else," she whispered. "I deserve to be worshipped. No one can stop me."

“No one can stop me," Katie repeated to herself, feeling more powerful with every passing second. Even as she closed the book she still felt it’s influence continue to shape her body and mind.

She turned her attention to her mother's closet, searching for an outfit that would fit her new wicked persona. She rifled through the clothes, looking for something that would make her feel sexy, confident, and in control.

Finally, she found the perfect outfit. It was a tight black latex dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It had a plunging neckline and was short enough to show off her long, toned legs. It was the kind of outfit that the old her would have bristled at, but now she couldn't wait to put it on.

Katie slipped out of her own clothes and slid into the dress, feeling the fabric cling to her skin. She ran her hands over her body, admiring the way the dress accentuated her curves. She put on a pair of strappy heels and stood in front of the mirror, feeling better than she had ever done before.

The old Katie would have been too shy to wear something like this, but the new Katie reveled in it. She posed in front of the mirror, admiring the way she looked from every angle. She felt powerful and confident, like she could conquer the world.

Katie was lost in her newfound confidence, admiring herself in the mirror when she heard her mothers car pull up and out clopped Darla. Only this was the old more aged Darla. Katie smiled as she saw the clothes on her mother were now too tight for her saggy body. Katie didn’t know her use of the magic book would take away everything her mother had gained but it certainly was a bonus.

Katie watched as Darla stormed into the house, followed slowly behind by Chad who was started to wonder what the hell was going on. Darla burst into the bedroom as Katie was touching up her makeup in the mirror.

“What have you done?!" Darla shouted, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for something. "Where is the book?"

Katie remained calm and collected, even a little bored at her mother's rants. She knew that the book was the source of her newfound power, and she had no intention of giving it up.

It’s my book now," Katie said calmly, holding it up for her mother to see. "And I'm not giving it back."

Darla's face contorted with rage as she lunged for the book. But Katie was too quick, easily dodging her mother's clumsy attack.

"You don't understand," Darla cried, desperation creeping into her voice. "I need that book. I can't go back to the way I was before. I don’t want to be ugly and weak again. I won't be able to keep Chad without it."

With the mention of his name, Chad appeared in the doorway at the bewildering sight. The woman he was dating had transformed into a older much less attractive version of herself and was begging at the feet of her now stunningly attractive daughter.

Katie turned to face him, locking her eyes on him. He was the last thing she could take from her mother, and she wanted him. She knew that she was beautiful and irresistible now, he would be like putty in her hands.

Katie stepped closer to him, her hips swaying seductively.

"Come on, Chad," she purred. "Let’s get out of here and hit the town. There’s a stink in this room.”

Chad hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should question what was happening or take the prize being offered to him. The hesitation lasted only a second. He stepped forward and took Katie in his arms, kissing her passionately.

Katie felt a surge of triumph as she kissed Chad. She had won. She had taken everything from her mother, and now she had even stolen her boyfriend.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #power transfer

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ericshoney · 2 months

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The Boyz Masterlist

Sangyeon

~ Cat and Mouse (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Happy birthday Mr leader (Oneshot)

~ “Who the fuck put mistletoe here!” (Oneshot)

Jacob

~ Hide and seek (Oneshot) (yandere)

Younghoon

~ Let’s guess baking! (Oneshot)

~ Quickie (Oneshot) (SMUT) (Part 2)

Hyunjae

~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Not so cocky now (Oneshot) (SMUT)

Juyeon,

~ Fight for your love (Oneshot)

~ Brother!Juyeon (Headcannon)

~ Hands (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ My Hero (Oneshot)

~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ Picture Perfect (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

~ The Model (Oneshot)

Kevin

~ Dark Love (Oneshot) (Yandere)

~ "Who are you drawing?" "Ngh- No one!" (Oneshot)

New (Chanhee)

~ Fashionista (Oneshot)

~ Loving friend (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Q, (Changmin)

~ Best friends bro (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Secret obsession (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Haknyeon

~ "Do you want to build a snowman~" (Oneshot)

Sunwoo

~ Best friends forever (Oneshot)

~ Brother!Sunwoo (Headcannon)

~ Tattoo boy (Oneshot)

~ Silly Kitty (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Stalker Boy (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Final)

Eric

~ Gentle touch (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ “Hey, I don’t know you but, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” (Oneshot)

~ A night in (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Movie time (Oneshot)

~ The Spy (Oneshot) (Yandere)

All members

~ Snow day (Oneshot)

~ Let’s Play - The Boyz. An eleven member mafia group. Dangerous. Manipulative. Mad as a Hatter. Just a few words to describe the criminals. The police have given up chasing them after many failed attempts. The Boyz being too powerful. What happens when two girls just want a little fun and decide to play some games with the most dangerous mafia? (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ The Bad Boyz - Jade Song is the new girl. She has to face new school with new faces. Most of them are friendly faces but what happens when she gets wrapped up with the schools bad boys and one just happens to catch her eyes. (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Under the moonlight - In a dark, twisted world of werewolves, four omega friends live out their lives peacefully, just trying to blend in. What happens when the four come across a group of betas and alphas? Throwing them deeper into the dark, dangerous world? (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Watch it - Ivy and Storm, two girls who run a small drug business, with the help of a few other friends. What happens when the girls learn that the dangerous, crazy and manipulative mafia group, The Boyz, are being set free from prison? (Masterlist) (Complete)

~ Thrill Ride ~ In which a young girl receives a strange letter and is soon thrown into the world of street racing with some overprotective men. (Masterlist) (Complete)

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hot-take-tournament · 9 months

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even if you don't know the series you can still vote!

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT

POST-PRE-PRELIMINARY #71

Submission 181

a3! banri settsu's spring outfit IS NOT AS BAD AS SOME OF YALL MAKE IT OUT TO BE IT LOOKS GOOD

[JUSTIFICATION UNDER THE CUT]

Pre-preliminaries will be used to determine what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog your favourite polls for exposure! (exposure like when you’re exposed to the fact that the KISS Scooby Doo crossover does actually exist, scarring you for life)

for reference this is what i'm talking about: https://yaycupcake.com/a3/images/6/6b/Banri_Fullbody.png THIS IS MY MAN MY BOYFRIEND I INSULT HIM ALL THE TIME BUT I WILL NOT LET ANYONE SLIGHT THIS DRIP. "oh my god he's wearing leopard print with plaid" AND HE MAKES IT WORK. yes if someone just told me with no context or reference pics whatsoever that this guy pairs leopard print with plaid, i too would be like what the fuck lol that's terrible. BUT NOW THAT I’VE ACTUALLY SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES I’M A CHANGED WOMAN. and this is how he works it: neither pattern is too much. the leopard print is lightly sprinkled on the top of his vest (idk why he wears it it doesn’t seem to serve any practical purpose but it looks good so who cares), and the plaid is literally just on the sleeves. there isn’t a lot of contrast between the black and the purple squares so it’s easy on the eyes. and under the plaid and the vest he’s wearing a normal black tee with a little graphic on it, and again it’s not too much it’s just a little thing. his top half definitely catches the eye but it’s not terribly busy. i love it! and he loves the colour purple (his summer, autumn, and winter default outfits all have him wearing purple in some form and he looks great in them!) LET HIM WEAR PURPLE LET HIM BE HAPPY.

and he balances it out with how simple his lower half is in comparison to the top half! just a normal pair of dark blue jeans and grey sneakers. because he KNOWS that his top half has quite a fair bit of stuff going on, so for balance he keeps the bottom half simple HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING HE IS CANONICALLY CALLED A FASHIONISTA FOR A REASON, AND IN AN INTRA-FANDOM FASHION TOURNAMENT I HELD HE LITERALLY RANKS 6 OUT OF 24 CHARACTERS (AKA IN THE TOP QUARTER, ALBEIT THE BOTTOM OF THE TOP QUARTER BUT STILL) WITH AN AVERAGE OF 81.7 VOTES, and his best outfit (not this outfit) ranked no. 4 OVERALL with 238 votes to its name (you can check the stats in this post https://www.tumblr.com/a3outfitstournament/722364282034110464/part-2-pairings?source=share) so there is substance to his canonical status as a stylish fashionista!! do not doubt or disparage the plaid + leopard print combo!! besides his canon fursona (long story short all 24 main characters were assigned a fursona as part of an april’s fools prank thing) is a leopard so let him express his furry self through his wise and based fashion choices!!

also he’s literally an anime guy. and not just that, a CANONICALLY STATED HANDSOME ANIME GUY. as in, multiple people in-universe have commented that he is good looking and stylish. sure all anime boys can look pretty but he is acknowledged IN-UNIVERSE to be attractive so even if he wore a potato sack he’d still be my specialest guy <3

#hot take tournament #tournament poll #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #hot take #unpopular opinion #pre preliminary #post pre preliminary #a3!#a3! act addict actors #banri settsu #a3! banri

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Won't you regret it?

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cheating (dont ever do this guys), probably mention of food, alcohol & smoking, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kikk/fetish, semi public, fingering

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. There is a part 2 for this ♥️

Title is "I think... I love you"

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

***

I just got married. Literally just yesterday and I can't fucking believe it.

I've always thought that I would never get married. Not that I don't want too. It's just no guy ever likes me to that extent. I am in my late 20s. Well actually going on thirty in a few months. But surprisingly, here I am.

I married this guy because I was told to. I had to. My parents sold me like a piece of meat in exchange of a deal for the business. Typical drama shit. Now, I am going to be stuck in an enormous house pretending to be happy even though I am even unsure how will this work.

As far as I know, based on the few months I have known him before marriage, I don't think we have anything in common. He is a few years younger than me, he works in corporate in their family business while I just do art for leisure and part time job as you may say coz I do sell most of my work. Next thing is, he's so fucking handsome. He is a great catch. Tall, handsome, smart, successful and seems kind. (Sexy also btw) On the other hand, I do look normal, not sophisticated nor a fashionista. I am also a bit curvey than what people nowadays say, the standard beauty. So... He is so out of my league.

I pity him. I know I am not happy about the marriage per say but he's on a great loss on it too. He is stuck with me. A boring, not smart, not feminine nor pretty looking enough.

Oh well. Goodluck to us.

***

"What are you doing?"

I jump a little when I suddenly heard his voice, making me stop sketching on my pad. "Hmm?" I turn my face to look back at him where he's sitting. "What?"

"I said... what are you doing?" He stands up and makes his way to the balcony where I am sitting.

"I'm just... trying to..." I feel awkward explaining to him what I was doing.

I was just drawing yes. However, it's nothing special. I was just letting my hands move on its own as I am drowning in my thoughts about us, this marriage.

"Is that the church where we got married yesterday?" He asks as he sees my sketch pad.

"Yeah... it just came into my mind... while... I was thinking of anything to draw..." I shyly close it and hide it from him.

"You're mother told me... you love to draw and paint... and to see it in person... it's amazing." He says

I could feel his huge presence behind me. His aura feels different from the guy I married yesterday or even the guy I've been seeing the past few months for the preparation of our wedding. He sounds more soft spoken and warm. I thought he will be the strict kind or a cold hearted douche bag behind the curtain

"Thank you." I quietly answer

We're both silent for quite some time. It's not that we are that awkward but I guess both of us got mesmerized to see the beautiful sunset happening right in front of us. The sky sort of blends with the sea as the light reflect onto the water. It's out of this world!

"It's so beautiful..." I mumble as I let the crispy cool wind blew my hair off my shoulders.

"It's indeed beautiful..." he utters. He then move beside me, to sit down.

His eyes are sparkling. And a hint of smile spreads on his lips.

He really seem is a nice person. He is just unlucky he got married to me. A responsibility and a duty for his family.

"What time are we going to have sex?" I spat out

His head snaps back to look at me, stunned. "What?" And then after he processed what I just asked him, he snorts a laugh out "Right... you're mother also told me that you are a bit...straightforward."

"Sorry..." I look away. "I just.. you know..."

"And she said... you're cheeks get red when you are embrassed."

"Wow... You've talked to my mother quite a bit huh?"

"Well..." he stood up and goes behind me again. "When you were doing fittings... she made sure I was not bored waiting..."

My head follows him as he get in his position behind me. "She must've said a lot of embarassing things about me too...?"

He hums as he thinks. "Not much."then he starts to lean in a little bit, his hand goes sliding down on the both sides of the chair I am sitting on. "Just... a few funny moments when you were a baby..."

My heart is pounding off my chest. His face is just inches away from mine. His eyes are scanning me. Is he watching my reaction? What does he want?

"What are you doing?" I ask

"Nothing..." he answers softly. Almost a whisper. "I just...I..."

He is kissing me. He's fucking kissing me! Oh my goodness! Well yeah we did seal the wedding with a kiss but that was just a peck. This is our first damn kiss.

We continue to make out like it has been due but not gonna lie, him making me turn my head like this to face him is straining my neck. HOWEVER fuck that shit. He is kissing me so damn good!

He then pulls away from the kiss leaving me hanging and wanting more.

"Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes..."

"Good."

I squeal as he carries me off the chair, dropping everything I'm holding.

He throws me onto the bed and starts to unbutton his shirt. "Since you asked about us having sex... I guess we could go straight into it?"

Climbing on top of me, shirtless, I am in awe how fucking fine this man is. Damn. I guess there is something good about this arrange marriage after all.

"Okay... game..." I answer, giddy.

I go ahead unhook my bra and throw it away whilst still wearing my fitted off shoulder top.

"Do you mind if I?" He point at my floral skirt

"Go ahead..." my voice is shaky

He goes down and personally takes off my skirt along with my panties.

"We'll take it slow... and..." he is so cautious talking to me all of a sudden. He must be nervous too.

"Where is the brave guy who carried and thrown me on the bed?" I tease, smiling.

He chuckles, "I am still here... just... controlling it in." He then kisses me on my cheek. "We are married... yes... and its our duty to fuck and what.. but... I still want to respect you... as a woman... and do this right..."

I put my arms around his nape. "You are doing good." I whisper.

He is massive. His length is lengthy. I am lost of words to explain it but he perfectly fits me. I think more than perfect actually. I could really feel him IN me. Full, warm, and pulsating.

"Y/n..." he cries my name as our hands linked together. "Y-you... ugh..." he is shaking and sweating like me.

"Are you trying to say... it feels good?" I kiss his cheek

"Fuck yes." He hiss.

He is sweating bullets. His eyes never left my face. He is really gazing at me, seeing me get wrecked by him. It's not weird. It's like he is admiring me also absorbing every moan that escapes my lips. If that makes sense.

We continued until both of us came and pass out from extreme adrenaline. We are exhausted but it was a blast.

"So, since I'm in birth control... we'll always do it raw?" I ask, still panting

He laughs again. He does enjoy it when I say random things and straight to the point.

"If that's what you want. But to be fair, I am okay using cond0ms."

"Okay."

***

A few months later, so far... I'm still married. Yey for arrange marriage. (Sarcastic)

Yes we started as strangers forced to be married and I thought we would be worst; fighting or being enemies like the ones I see in movies and drama but because of our one week honeymoon it shifted a little. We got to know each other a little and we talked about our bounderies. It was all good. It's like a good partnership but on a business level.

Anyways, yeah. It's all good. However, there's one thing missing in our deal lately. "Sex"

We did quiet a lot during our honeymoon. Like, a lot... a lot. I didn't even know I could do a marathon like that. And if I was not on birth control I swear I'm pregnant now. That's how much seeds I got from him.

However, after we got back from abroad Yunho became busy. His schedule is hectic and he is barely home or in the country. So we barely get the time to do it. We do a few make out sessions here and there but not on a regular basis. Their family business is on steroids like everyday is a peak season. I hate it but I can't complain about it.

I never dared to ask him for his time or even a date (not that I need a date but yeah). We just started to connect, to make this work but got drifted apart the second we got back. He became a stranger to me again. It's like meeting him for the first time every 3 to 4 days that he's back.

I want this to work. I need it to work. Because we will be together for a long time.

"Y/n!" my mother-in-law welcomes me to her home. "Thank you for visiting me..." she hugs me and pats my back. "So sad Yunho is out of town and can't come..."

"Yeah, he have been... busy." I agree, smiling.

"Come, I'll introduce you to my friends and their sons. They are Yunho's childhood friends."

"Oh..."

I follow her walk from the foyer, across the living room and out to the terrace and until we reach the gazebo where the three elegant ladies are waiting.

"Here she is." Mrs. Jeong says as we both arrive. "Isn't she lovely?"

All three ladies cheer as they see me. They complimented how I look and how I am the best wife for Yunho. I smile at each of their words but I don't know what they meant by best wife when I barely became a wife to him. He's not here.

"By the way, this is my son... Mingi." The lady with the bob hair cut says pointing to the tall guy, wearing a very loose and unbuttoned top, sitting on the fence. "Mingi! Stop smoking and come here." She calls

He jumps off the fence and put off his cigarette on the ashtray. "Mingi." He sturnly says. We both shake hands and nod at each other.

"And I'm San... and this is Yeosang." A man with broad shoulders on the other side introduces him and himself.

"Aren't they all charming." Mrs. Jeong says to me.

"They are." I smile and bow to all three

The catch up continued for quite sometime until it started to drizzle a little bit. It didn't bothered me but the ladies are not into it. They all cutely panicked and hurried their way back into the house.

I tell them that I will stay and just draw for a bit and I'm glad Mrs. Jeong allowed me. She is sweet and kind. She also supports my hobby.

I got into my zone sketching and trying to capture the beauty of the garden. I didn't even noticed that I've been drawing for more than an hour already.

"You paint to right?"

I raise my glance up and see Mingi, the guy with the deep ass voice earlier. He is smoking again.

"I do."

"Mrs. Jeong boasted about your works to my mother last week. She said... you are talented."

"She's kind. I'm just... alright." I go back to sketching whilst he makes his way closer to where I am sitting

"Do you paint people too?"

My hand stops. "People?"

"Yeah... I meant... portrait... not on people..."

I laugh at his panic reaction. "I know what you ment... why do you ask?"

"Could you paint one for me?" He blows a puff of smoke and then leans his back, crossing his legs. "Don't worry... I will pay."

"I'm not questioning if you will and can pay... but..."

"But what?"

"I don't paint... requests... for now..." I look away. "I'm trying to explore ideas... and learn more... for now... I only paint what I find beautiful...and interesting... the ones I am selling, those are old painting..."

"I see..." he flicks his cigarette on the ashtray.

"Yeah, sorry... Maybe you could find somebody else to paint your parents and--"

"Who said it's for my parents?"

I look at him, confused. "Then... who are you requesting for?"

He smirks, lightly bitting his lower lip. "Me."

"Oh."

"Will you still not paint me?"

"Ahm... sorry...but..."

"Why?" He raises a brow. "Don't you find me beautiful and... interesting?"

Fuck yeah he is beautiful. Sharp eyes and nose. Plump and rosey lips. And a nice built of body. He is huge but lean.

Yunho... my husband is leaner and taller.

"Do you really want me to do a painting of you or you are trying to mess with me?"

"Both." He's so honest. "So tell me, what can I do to peak your interest?"

Fuck. What's going on? Why is he coming at me like this? So bluntly, in broad daylight and in my husband's family home.

"Y/n..." Yunho then suddenly appears. He's still wearing his suit.

"Look who just arrived." Mingi smiled and stands up, welcoming his pal. "Fresh from the airport I pressume."

"Yeah..." both of them quickly hugs and do their handshake.

They have a friendship handshake. And this Mingi, is trying to suggest someting to me just a few seconds ago. What the fuck? Is he doing it on purpose? Is he testing me if I would cheat?

"Just met your wife..." Mingi says, "I'm asking for her to paint something for me... but she refuses."

Glad he didn't lie.

"All of a sudden? You want a painting?" Yunho asks

"Well... I just do." He shrugs his shoulder. "Plus... I want to be friends with your wife."

"Don't worry... he's an ass sometimes but most of the time he's good." Yunho says to me, smiling.

He talks to me like we've never been apart for more than a week. After not having one text nor a call from him. He's a great actor. (Why am I so irritated?)

"I just arrived and saw you two from afar so I said hi... I'll just go inside and meet mom and the rest." Yunho says

"Go ahead... and mingle with the mother earths... I'll stay here with your wife."

"Okay."

***

After the sun setting down, I grab my things and go inside where Yunho and the others were.

I cautiously emerge from the glass door from the terrace. "What happened to your skirt?"

I startle as I see Yunho. "Oh." I look down at my skirt and see the dark stains on it. "From my hand probably..." I show him my left hand that have charcoal color stains as well from me sketching.

He then comes closer and suddenly gives me a kiss on my temple. "I missed you." He mumbles under his breathe

I look up to my tall husband, "Missed me? But you never even texted me or called me this week." My brows are crunching and shows how irritated I am. We had a deal. We make efforts for this fixed marriage at least. "I texted you... multiple times asking you when will you come home... and to my surprise... you arrive today."

He snorts a smile. "Straightforward as ever." He tugs the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "I was busy. That's all. I didn't even have time to text my mother too."

"So, every time you go abroad or out of town... should I expect cold treatment from you?"

"No..." he shakes his head, "No... it's just..."

"You told me to not ask anything about your work for your family's business... I get that. But atleast just let me know if I would sleep alone in the bed for one week. I have needs okay?"

He smiles again, "needs?" He repeats, sounding amused

"You know what I mean..." I roll my eyes and walk pass him but before I could totally leave the area he follows me and take my hand.

"Do you want to fuck later?" He blurts out, smiling

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Mingi is chuckling as he hear Yunho. "Buddy.... what a topic to hear."

"Go away, Mingi. This is a private matter."

(Part 2 of this, checked pinned post. 'I think... I love you')

Wearing a playful smile, Mingi raises his hands as gesture of surrender and says, "Fine. I'm going anyways... mom asked me to drive her home so... see you!"

"See you whenever." Yunho answer

"Nice meeting you, Mrs. Jeong." He says to me, winking.

I didn't answer him. I just bowed and looked away quickly. I don't want to react to him that much because.... well... earlier...

I don't know what fucking happened. But the next thing I know after Yunho left to go inside the house, Mingi and I argued. He kept on asking me to paint him which I kept saying no. I even asked him face to face why is he messing with me. I remembered walking away from him.

However he did follow me and well... it... went downhill after that.

Can you believe me when I say, I was hiding behind a big ass tree earlier? legs spread and being eaten by a wolf man named Mingi?

"F-fuck..." I breathe out, clutching onto my skirt for dear life. That's where I get the stain in my dress from my hand. "We... might... get... ahhhh... caught..." my eyes are leaking with tears. Even my voice and body is shaking. And I can't stop moaning. It's THAT GOOD.

I've been craving for sex or anything sensual from Yunho for the past days but since he's busy and away, I haven't had sex for quite some time and this... THIS cures the itch.

"Fuck! Mingi!" I grab him by his hair and pull him away.

He gets up and growls at me. "Do you really want me to stop, baby girl?"

I'm dying. I am aroused, needy and I fucking want more but "This is not right... I'm... I'm married..."

"So?" He smirks and then goes on to kneading my covered breasts. "You know you want it too." He bites onto my covered n!pple. "You are wet for me baby girl...you are turned on... by me..."

"I'm married... to your friend..." I'm still catching my breathe

"He does not have to know..." pushing my boob out of my bra and start sucking on it. I could feel his tongue circling over my tip.

What the fuck. This is wrong but why do my body react to it like it is the right thing to do?

"Don't you... want it...?" He's eyes are so alluring. "Me sucking you... whenever you want and need?"

His voice plus the way he speaks is so intoxicating. And the way he sucks my breast. Damn it! My breast is one of my thing when it comes to intimacy. I'm sensitive and in heaven when you play around it and I know my full breast give the other person pleasure as well.

"And this..." his long fingers goes back down to my core, teasing my already wet folds. "Can you feel how wet you are for me baby girl?"

"Ughhh..." I throw my head back.

"I can put one in and..." he slowly eases one digit in. "Do this..." he thrust his finger in me vigorously.

"Oh shit!" My mouth drops as he fucks me with it

He growls under his breathe, "You are tight... squeezing my finger. I could imagine how good it must feel if I put my c0ck in you."

"Here?!" I gasp

"No baby girl, don't worry. I won't do that..." he pulls his finger out of me and kisses my exposed breast, leaving a mark just right in my cleavage. "If we're going to fuck... I want you to feel safe and..." then he runs his tongue from my n!pple up to my collarbone. "to enjoy it as well. Remember, I am here to please you baby girl."

He thrust his fingers more. Faster. I am barely hanging on him. I could feel my nails digging onto his shoulder.

"A-ahh!" I throw my head and I could feel my hips moving along with his rythm. "I'm going to come..." I cry

"Come for me." He growls as he is inserting another digit. "Is this it?" He asks curving his fingers in me

"Holy shit!" I squeal as he hits it. He found my spot.

My mouth is open in O shape. I am barely breathing and barely holding it in. I want to fucking scream but we can't get caught.

"C'mon baby girl... let it out."

"Fuck!"

I came and collapsed on him. I can't fucking believe this! I am on high from the f!ngering he did that even though I knew this is not right, me dealing with him, but then again I said yes.

"Okay...fine." I breathe out. "I'll paint you..."

He pauses and a smile beams from his lips. He understood what I meant by that.

"You won't regret it." He lowers his head and continues to lick onto my sensitive tips

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kloppinthekop · 2 months

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Have you ever thought what would be trent/domi's shopping style? Who would be spending more time in selecting items, who would spend more bucks? Who would like to try new things? Would any of them change their mind and return stuff after purchasing 😝 and lastly what is the thing they would rather die than being seen wearing 🤪

Hi anon! ✿ Sorry for the late response, but this is a fun topic to ponder and I ended up having many thoughts, lol! Okay, hmm, so I think that Domi is definitely more eclectic with his sense of fashion, more playful and willing to try new things. I think most of the time he feels comfortable staying within brands he knows, like LV or Gallery Dept, but occasionally some new designer or style will catch his eye and he’ll become super obsessed with it for a month or two. He probably lurks on a few fashion influencers’ pages, clicking through the tags when he sees a cool pair of trousers and then spending ages scrolling through all the options before buying something, maybe ending up with a OOAK customised piece. He will splurge on a statement item and then make sure he has all the other pieces and accessories to match it (shoes, sunnies, etc.) just right. But although he occasionally branches out to independent designers, for everyday/casual clothing he’ll usually stick with brands/designers he knows.

Either way, he loves to wear more unique pieces—his light blue LV backpack with the adorable patches, his checkerboard trousers, the basketball player pants, etc.—and isn’t afraid to make a bold fashion statement. He likes when people think he looks good, but he also really doesn’t care when other people don’t like his sense of style. He can do the fuckboy/frat boy look that everyone expects—and he’ll look hot doing it—but he also can rock a sparkly suit and embrace his camp fashionista side.

Once he’s bought something, he doesn’t do returns—no regrets; he’s very confident in what he likes, even if his best friends or people on social media make fun of him for an outfit.

Ultimately he knows what he likes and wants to have fun.

(I love him for that.)

Trent, on the other hand, cares very much what other people think about him and how he looks. His style is usually a bit more bland because of that, but also, he dresses like he’s born and bred in Liverpool, you know? Nothing too flashy—he’s from a working class town, and his sense of style usually reflects that.

Loves a trackie, loves a hoodie; will usually choose comfort over style. Usually sticks with neutral shades, but they work well on him. He wants people to focus more on his talent and his hard work, and ultimately, he’s more interested in being known as a footballer than a style icon. (However, that obviously doesn’t stop him from being competitive in everything he does, and fashion is no exception. He still thinks he’s the best-dressed in the team, with maybe the occasional exception of Virgil, which Trent will allow just because Virg is the captain and all that.)

He’s lucky that he’s so naturally good-looking, because yeah, he sometimes relies on that face card. But that’s okay, because I mean, look at that face!

Domi will spend more on a single item (and definitely more on jewelry), but Trent will spend more overall. At home, Domi will wear whatever is clean, and in fact wears a lot of team clothing or swag that he’s gotten for free. Trent probably spends a lot of money on trainers, and I bet he has clothing items that he thinks are cool but maybe just too over-the-top for normal situations, so they stay hidden in his closet until he has the opportunity to go somewhere like Milan Fashion Week.

Domi wouldn’t be caught dead in fur. Trent wouldn’t be caught dead in a sparkly suit. (He loves how Domi looked in his though… maybe a little too much to admit. This is why he never commented on Domi’s Instagram post about the Hungarian Male Athlete of the Year award, because he was stressing over how stupid that suit looked but how stupid good it looked on Domi specifically. And kept getting distracted… 😌)

Anyways, these are just my thoughts! Thanks for the ask. 🙏

#ask #anon #headcanon #dominik szoboszlai #trent alexander arnold #domitrent #headcanons #liverpool fc

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