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romeoandjulietyouwish · 2 years

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okay so I lied and wrote about Velora and Percy in the ballet AU first. I played with the timeline from your HCs, so Vex hasn’t admitted her feelings for Percy to him yet even though he’s had the accident–

Running late from Trinket’s vet appointment. Can I meet you and Velora at the diner?

Percy looked at his phone, smiling down at his text from Vex in spite of himself.

Of course you can. You told the instructors we’d both be picking her up, yes?

Yes. Oh thank you, darling! You’re the best!

Percy had never really bonded with Velora one on one before, but because she was Vex’s little sister, he was damn well going to try. After transferring over to Allura’s company, he’d become very good friends with Vex'ahlia and she in turn had pulled him in to a circle of love and protection he’d not been privy to his since his childhood.

He had a family again, they’d even taken his sister under their wing and it was something he marveled at to himself nearly every day. Ballet, once again, had become a source of joy in his life rather than a source of fear and anxiety. He never had to worry about his missteps, never worried about hiding his injuries…

(His first day back from the car accident Allura, Pike, Vex, Vax, Keyleth and apparently Gilmore had all watched him like a hawk to ensure he was not straining himself. When he started to hide it, it was Gilmore who sat him down, Pike who checked him over, all with the utmost love and care, while the twins hovered anxiously to make sure that nothing had been broken…Vex’s anguished face from that night still haunted him sometimes.)

And it was clear that the culture of Allura’s company permeated the beliefs of all the dancers, his new friends included. Vex and Vax had a younger sister, Velora, who also did ballet. She was roughly fifteen years their junior, and they did their absolute best to take care of her.

Velora’s dance school had recently put on the Nutcracker–a performance which Percy and Cassandra were all but dragged to–and Velora by far had the largest and most raucous cheering section when it came time for bows. And Percy had to admit, the shine in Velora’s eyes when she saw how many famous dancers came to see her, was heartwarming.

Not nearly as heartwarming as Vex and Vax cradling their baby sister close, telling her how proud they were. But still heartwarming enough.

And although Percy had admittedly been far too anxious during the performance–he knew the Briarwoods knew of Vex’s family and he was filled with the absolute dread that one of them (or even worse, his old teacher Anna Ripley) would be there–to been very sociable in his eyes, Velora seemed to like him enough for she asked her sister if Percy could accompany them the next time they went to lunch.

He couldn’t very well say no. He couldn’t say no to Vex, not when nearly everything she did was of sound judgement and only seemed to be out of the goal of his best interests.

Besides, there was talk of Keyleth wanting to do more work in public schools–an admittedly brilliant idea in Percy’s eyes–and so he had to get better at talking to children.

Velora came out of the studio, her bag slung over her shoulder. Her lips pursed into a frown for a moment, her eyes scanning for Vex.

Percy forced himself to take a deep breath, smile and wave at Velora. She perked up almost immediately and waved back, rushing toward him. “Hiya, Percy!” she said. “Is Vex in the bathroom or something?”

“No,” Percy said, squatting down so he could be beneath Velora’s eye level. He was still a stranger and he wanted Velora to be comfortable with him. “Vex is running late from Trinket’s vet appointment. She asked if I could escort you to the diner and she’d meet us there.” Velora’s hands tightened on her bag a little bit and he continued hurriedly, “You don’t have to if you don’t feel safe with me. If you like, we can wait for Vex right here.”

Velora bit her lip. “Can I call Vex?” she asked in a small voice.

Percy immediately handed the little girl his phone. “Of course you can.”

It was about fourteen seconds after this that Percy realized he’d handed his phone to a nine year old where his contact photo for Vex was her kissing his cheek, there was a heart next to her name that she’d put in herself, and his background photo on his phone was her giving him bunny ears while he laughed at Vax and Keyleth.

There was nothing lewd or inappropriate about anything on his phone, however, he realized what it might look like.

He and Vex were not a couple in the romantic sense. Percy was nearly positive that Vex would never feel about him that way. He was a broken disaster of a dancer and of a man that didn’t deserve her affection. He still had to stop himself from flinching on some days when she got to close, for something that wasn’t even her fault. She hadn’t seen the scars left behind by Anna Ripley, and Percy was sure she’d be repulsed by them just as he was.

Besides, she had kissed Keyleth’s cheek and Gilmore’s cheek, and the cheeks of most people in the company. It was just how she showed affection.

But he knew what it might look like to a nine year old, no less Vex'ahlia’s little sister.

But if the girl saw anything, it didn’t show on her face as she spoke on the phone to her sister. Whatever Vex must’ve said cheered Velora up immensely, for the little girl slipped her hand in Percy’s and squeezed before handing back his phone. “Vex says after Vax and Trinket that nobody keeps her safer than you so you’ll keep me safe too.”

Percy tried not to blush at Vex’s unflappable faith in him. “Indeed,” he responded, offering Velora his arm. “Shall we?”

Velora giggled and looped her arm through his. Some of the girls in her class were clumped together, whispering so enviously back and forth between each other. So Percy kept his chin up high and if he elongated his stride a little bit as he walked off, well…

The two walked to the diner near Velora’s dance school and Percy made sure to pull out Velora’s chair for her and pushed her in.

“Something to drink while you wait for the third member of your party?” the waiter asked once Percy was seated.

“Yes, a Sprite for me, thank you,” Percy said. He had a massive sweet tooth, something Vax teased him endlessly for given his stoic disposition. It was something he had not been able to indulge in for the last few years, but he and Allura made sure to discuss moderation and not to overdo it since he’d been denied for so long. “Velora?”

“Umm…water’s fine.”

That caught Percy’s attention. She wasn’t looking at the waiter much, picking idly at the napkin. Still, he smiled at the waiter, as the man walked off as if nothing were wrong.

Thinking about his own struggles with opening up, he decided the best tactic was to divert the conversation and see if he could try getting the little girl to open up. “I’ve never eaten here before, I don’t know what to get. What are you getting, Velora?”

“’m not hungry,” the little girl said, followed immediately by the growl of her stomach.

Percy raised an eyebrow at her and she gave him a sheepish look. Schooling his features, he asked gently, “Velora, has someone been encouraging you not to eat?”

Velora bit her lip–a nervous tell she shared with Vex, he realized–before looking down. “It’s no one at school or ballet class,” she finally told him. “Marcy fainted last week during class and our teacher got so scared when Marcy said she hadn’t eaten. So our teacher said that we had to make sure we ate enough to keep our bodies growing. But my…someone said that I couldn’t be a ballerina anymore if I got too big.”

Percy absolutely did not need anymore context on who told Velora that, if any of Vex’s previous remarks about her “bastard of a sperm donor father” were anything to go by. Still, showing profound irritation toward Syldor Vessar was not going to be the way to win Velora over, since Velora clearly still sought her father’s opinion and respected it.

“Well, your teacher is absolutely right,” Percy said, leaning back in his chair. “Vex always makes sure I eat.” Learning in conspiratorially, he added, “Why do you think she made sure I came to lunch today?”

Velora let out a reluctant giggle, before her eyes lost their happiness. “But I don’t want to do something wrong and then stop dancing…”

“Well, if you’re not sure about what kind of things you should be eating, you can have your father bring you to a doctor and a doctor will tell you. Or you can ask Vex when she gets here. Vex has impeccable judgement, and I think anything she had to say would be worth listening to, don’t you agree?”

Unable to help himself because he was a little shit sometimes, he added, “After all. Vex is a real ballet dancer. Wouldn’t she know best?”

Velora leaned back in her chair and regarded him for a moment, before a knowing glint entered her eyes. “Percy,” the nine year old sing-songed. “Do you like like my sister?”

Percy’s jaw slid open and he could only thank the heavens above that Vex wasn’t here to witness this moment. Because his brain stopped working–clearly–for he admitted softly, “Yes. I…I like like her very much.”

“Does she like like you?” Velora asked immediately, almost moving the table with how fast she moved forward.

“I…don’t know,” Percy said quietly, trying not to feel openly humiliated. “We haven’t discussed it. I…I…it doesn’t matter if she cares for me like that or not.” He smiled at Velora, trying not to let his self-loathing sour the conversation. “She is still my very good friend and always will be even if she doesn’t like like me.”

Velora suddenly grew very serious and extended her pinky toward Percy. “I won’t tell,” she said somberly. “I am the best secret keeper in my dance class, everyone says so. So if Vex doesn’t know you like like her, then I won’t tell her. I pinky promise!“

Percy grinned and linked his pinky around Velora’s. "Now you don’t have to tell your sister about what you told me,” he said gently, once their pinkies were unlinked. “But I think it might make you feel better if you tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Vex asked, swooping in to kiss Percy’s cheek and sit between him and Velora. She pulled her little sister close, for a hug. Percy excused himself to the bathroom, letting the two sisters have a moment to discuss in private what had happened.

As he walked away, he heard Vex tell her sister, “Oh, darling…you simply must eat to make sure your body grows to be nice and strong. Otherwise you won’t be able to do the jumps if you don’t have any energy. And your brain can’t focus on learning routines if you’re hungry!”

When he returned to the table, Velora was clearly in much better spirits, talking animatedly about ballet camps for the summer. Percy said beside Vex and looked at her, quirking his eyebrow at her to silently ask if she was all right. Underneath the table, Vex squeezed his hand tightly and he gently squeezed back to try and show that he was there for her.

The smile she gave him in return was not unnoticed by Velora, whose eyebrows shot up as she sipped on her water, going even higher when Vex kissed his cheek.

“Now,” Percy said. “You both simply must tell me what I need to eat here.”

A few weeks later, when he and Vex started dating for real after a combined matchmaking effort by nearly the entire ballet company, Velora had merely snorted, “Of course she like liked you the whole time. I just wasn’t allowed to tell you.”

#submitted #submission #critical role #vox machina #THE SOUND I MADE WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOXXXX #this is so sweet <3 Vex trusting Percy to take care of Velora and Vex telling Velora how much she trusts him???? i love it so much #and percy big brothering Velora is something I never knew I needed but he's just so gentle with her because he's really been there and know #what she's going through but also makes sure that she tells Vex bc she knows her sister better than he does and will be able to help #and velora immediately seeing that he loves her??? iconic little sister behavior #dude i literally have the biggest smile on my face rn this is so fucking goodddd! If you haven't already I really hope you post these on ao #it's so easy to lose things on tumblr unfortunatly and I'm going to want to come back to read this soooo many times #(I've already read the first one an embarassing amount lmaooo)#<3 <3 <3 #tw eating disorder #ballet au

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kitten4sannie · 4 days

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backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve.

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place.

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.”

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.”

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?”

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.”

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.”

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over.

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side.

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks.

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum.

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear.

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip.

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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