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thegnomelord · 19 hours

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This is a convo I had with Embry @embry-garrick about Soft Sub Gaz that I'll probably write a fic ab this after my exam ends. This is just my rambling

CW: Mentions of toxic relationships, Gaz experiencing a healthy relationship, slight NSFW at the end.

You meeting Gaz at a bar. Gaz had been freshly dumped by his ex, met the dude with some chick his ex was cheating on him with at the same party, and is just trying to get drunk. He has his standards so low he just wants to fuck and forget the night and his entire past relationship.

But also imagine being the bouncer who then gets flirted by drunk Gaz, saying how you two should go to his place as your shift is ending. You usually wouldn't fuck around with drunk people like this, but he looks like he needs someone to talk to so you take him back to his place as he's too drunk to get back on his own and you don't want him getting robbed or worse.

And Gaz in his drunken stupor tries to touch you up in the car, but you shoot him down. So Gaz is a bit hurt but still thinks he's gonna score some mindless bliss. So you lead him to the door and Gaz lets you in, thinking it's for sex, but you just sit him down on his bed and get him some water, telling him to offer again when he's sober and you're just there to listen if he needs it.

And Gaz ends up kinda crying about his relationship in his drunken stupor, probably passing out on top of you. Come morning he's waking up with the WORST hangover ever and only when he sees your phone number on a napkin on his bedside table next to a bottle of water and headache medication does he remember the fucking embarrassing night. He just lies in bed wanting it to swallow him whole at the thought of how he acted.

But then he calls you to meet up and apologize for the night. You two meet up at a coffee shop and what starts as a somewhat awkward conversation turns into like, you two spending 3-4 hours there just chatting. Gaz laughing at an unexpected joke and then wondering why his heart is beating so fast and feels like it's in his stomach.

Like it's not the frantic drumming his heart would do when he and his ex would fuck, that was similar to what it felt being in the battlefield. Being with you makes his heart beat in a fast but different way, like a bunch of cicadas are buzzing in his chest.

Him not used to them fancy dates without sex at the end looking at you weirdly when, after a date he prepared probably too long for, you walk him to his door and don't do more but a kiss on the cheek cause you can see how his body subconsciously gets more and more uncomfortable and tense with each step you two take towards the door.

But also, imagine soft sub Gaz getting ready to go back from his leave, feeling very uncomfortable thinking about leaving without telling you (Not to mention fearing getting cheated on while he's off shore) so you two meet up at the same coffee shop and he tells you that he's going back into duty. And his mind is kinda blown when, after another 3-4 hours of just random chatting, you end up driving him to the airport and kiss his forehead goodbye

Gaz accidentally telling the lads about you, and it only takes a few clever questions from Soap before Gaz is just full on gushing about you. But he vehemently states you two aren't together, you two are just... well he doesn't know what you two are, but you two aren't having sex, so it can't be boyfriends. Buuuuut he also spends too long of the time he has for sleep texting with you, and lowkey waits for the good morning text when you finally wake up.

Gaz periodically sending you sexy photos in his uniform (he's a good looking man, he knows it, and his exes all went wild for the soldier look and he won't admit it but he's scared of losing your interest) and you do say he looks hot but also ask him just to send you a selfie, just a picture of his face so you know he's still alive. And overtime he ends up sending more random selfies where he definitely doesn't look his best then those sexy photos he used to send his exes. Or you just send him some random things that remind you of him throughout his deployment.

Gaz being at that half giddy half scared stage where he wonders if you'll be waiting for him at the airport (He knows you said you would and you keep your word, but, again, his exes lied all the time) and him being surprised when you're there with those big signs with his name on it like some cliche romance movie.

And when you drive him home, you don't just drop him off and skip- no. You treat him like a kin; full five course meal of home cooked food, candlelight dinner and all, then a bubble bath that ends up with him giggling at the bath bombs shaped like donuts. And then when he's nice and relaxed you lay him down on the bed to give him a massage and shit you're good at it — Got him melting into the bed and dopey brained in minutes.

Oh and Gaz feels like he HAS to repay you with sex, it's not like his ex did anything for him for free without wanting something in return. But you're just comfortable laying down with him in the bed and watching the movie. I can definitely imagine him deciding to try this 'not toxic sex life' thing by just, while you two are cuddled up watching a movie, just lazily kissing you instead of trying to sneak a grope at your junk. Just Gaz kissing your temple or cheek and feeling light hearted when you turn your head to reciprocate.

Gaz wanting to try some lingerie for you but he's unsure - his ex always hated the idea, thought Gaz was supposed to be the dominant manly one cause he's the soldier. But he still tries it, even goes out to buy a nice pair of lingerie (says it's for his gf when he goes to buy it) and takes hours trying to decide if he should send the photo or nat. Chooses to send you one regardless and then turns his phone off cause he's kinda scared to see what you'll say. Then he's wonderfully surprised when he turns the phone on cause the curiosity is eating him alive, and finds all of your messages just complementing it.

Also Gaz who gets kinda bothered that you're not as demanding of sex as his ex was, that there's no 'passion' (in his eyes anyway, he's just not used to not being slapped around in the first five minutes of sex) in the bedroom so he thinks you're not into him or something. So he tries to purposely deny sex so you get pent up, like purposely sending you revealing pictures of himself but when you get home saying he's too tired or something

And he keeps getting more and more annoyed and has this tight bad feeling in his chest when you honor his words and don't engage after he says he's tired, in his mind it's like you don't find him attractive at all.

And like, imagine waking up in the middle of the night and he's slowly jerking off. You ask if he wants some help, but he acts a brat and says no but continues to stroke himself. You say you need to talk cause you don't understand why he keeps doing this and then not committing to have sex.

And it turns into a teary confession session but Kyle's so horny and pent up cause it didn't feel right jerking off without you there so you end up talking him through the masturbation session and when I say it's the hardest he's ever cum in his life (up to that point) I mean it.

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lovelybrooke · 3 months

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I saw your post abo it immortal reader’s birthday and it was sooo wholesome!literally loved it 😭 I am BEGGING you for a whole one shot 🥺🙏

Happy Birthday

People have been asking for more interactions so I hope you like this. Kinda Angel centric because I don't write about him enough.

Masterlist

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"Angel, do people in Hell celebrate their birthdays?"

Angel peered down at you from his seat at the bar. You were doodling something on a napkin, not even looking at him as you asked the question. "I don't think so--at least I don't." He responded after a few moments. "Why'd ya ask?"

"Oh--cuz my birthday was a few days ago, so I guess it's just on my mind." You mumbled out. Angel didn't know what to think, he couldn't tell if you were trying to gain pity from him, but that wasn't something you'd do, he knows you, so instead, he just sits in shock.

Not like he could say anything, because the moment he opens his mouth, the sound of a high pitched gasp ripples through the hotel. "REALLY?!" It was Charlie, of course it was her, her eyes wide as she gapes at you in shock. Angel watches as you flinch, looking back at him with regret for even bringing it up.

"Yeah--" It takes only a few seconds for Charlie to rush up and entrap you in a bone crushing hug, cooing her apologies as she swings you around. Discomfort litters your face, and for a second Angel could see something only akin to desperation in your eyes.

"Hey, Char--we get you're excited but ya need to calm down." Angel says as she pries you out of her arms. Two of Angel's arms grip your shoulders, feeling you relax in his hold makes him feel a warmth he hasn't felt in well–a long time. He watches along with you as Charlie composes herself, a big smile still stretched across her face.

"Sorry, sorry. Oh my--this is so exciting, how old are you now? Did you get part--oh we should throw you a party! That would be so fun! Vaggie! Come on--" Charlie rambles on and on, clearly not paying attention to you.

"Charlie." You interrupt, his full attention now on you. "It's not that big of a deal, I don't really do anything for my birthday so you don't have to worry about it." As you speak, Angel slowly starts to feel bad for you, thinking about all the times you talked to him while he was high or tired from work. Did you tell him then? Did he forget? Was he a terrible friend like always? His mind races, and like always, he wants to run away from his problems, hide in his room, grovel and sink away into his miseries he can't remember what he was sad about.

"I think a party would be nice, dontcha think?" But his words got ahead of him. His hands grip your shoulders just a fraction tighter as he leans over to see your face. You were--surprised, like you didn't expect him to speak up. He expects you to shake your head, to sigh and assume he means the worse. But instead, you smile, and everything else melts away as he feels warm again.

"I-I mean--as long as it doesn't bother any of you." You rub your arm, suppressing an even bigger smile. "I don't want to get into your guy's way."

Charlie shakes her head quickly, pulling you out of Angel's arm to give you another, albeit less restricting hug. Angel finds himself missing your warm, but strangely happy nonetheless. "It's no inconvenience at all!" Angel feel's Charlie's eyes on him for a split second, she was proud of him. He almost felt proud of himself for making you smile. "Come on--we have a lot to plan! What type of cake do you want, I can get you absolutely anything! Maybe dad would like an invite--"

Eventually, you're gone, and Angel is back at the bar. "Damn Angel." He hears Husk address him. "If you keep this up you might actually be redeemed."

"Oh--shut up." Angel says, unable to repress a smile. Husk doesn't respond, going back to washing dishes as music lightly drones in the background. As Angel sits, happy for once in his life, the napkin you were doodling on catches his eye. He debates taking a peak, he knows you don't like people looking at your artwork, but he couldn't help himself.

On the plain white paper, there were a few doodles. Some random shapes, others more detailed depictions like flowers and hearts. But in the corner was a tiny depiction of him. It was nice, the details surprising.

In a moment, he tears the corner of the napkin off, pocketing it. He hopes you won't mind.

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A/n: I needed to shut up about Alastor, it feels like he's the only character I talk about.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

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ohbabydollie · 4 months

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some schlatt n latina reader hcs bc i can and i’ve never seen them done and it js makes sense in my mind

he absolutely loves celebrating holidays with you, especially in the winter time

“cut a small piece schlatt” you warn looking at him “but i want a big-” “i swear to god, if you get the baby” you threaten as he cuts a large chunk and starts eating it with his chocolate abuelita before suddenly stopping as you raise a brow at him

he spits something into his napkin

“le tocó el bebé! (he got the baby!)” your tía cheers as you stare at him

“you should’ve eaten it” you huff jokingly

he will speak to your family in spanish and understands them which is a first from a partner of yours and they like it very much

he’s loves the food

especially caldos y sopas

n stuff made mostly in the winter time (100% asks for caldo de pollo on the hottest day known to man)

now refuses to drink regular pack hot chocolate after drinking chocolate de abuelita and makes you make it for him when he’s craving some

like will eat 2-5 bowls of pozole if given the chance with tostadas

“mamá ya, he’s had enough to eat” you say picking up his bowl of pozole before your mom takes it “pero míralo, tiene hambre(but look at him, he looks hungry)” she says serving him some more “no le das de comer o que? (you don’t feed him or what?)” she asks placing the plate down as he grins making you roll your eyes

your tias y abuelitas LOVE him from how much he eats and how he’ll sit around gossiping and talking with them for hours

your younger siblings or cousins absolutely adore him, from gaming to playing soccer with him and will ask for him when he doesn’t come with you to a dinner or party

yk how they rent out bouncy houses for birthday parties

he’s helping the kids tipping them over and will unplug the bouncy house to mess with them as they start to yell

“why are you here? did jay come?” your nephew asks looking up at you as his mom smacks him on the head “pide la bendición primero menso (ask for blessing first dumbass)”

some of your family didn’t really understand his career at first until after he explained that making and posting videos makes him money along with his other businesses

“soy muy trabajador y tengo dos negocios (im very hard working and i have two business)” he explains as your family nods, especially your tios, in approval

speaking of tios, they didn’t like him at first

kinda standing there judging him silently, beer in hand until they offered him one and he responded in spanish

now they’re asking when the both of you plan on getting married, especially after hearing how “hard working” he is

has a love-hate relationship with the crusty white dogs or chihuahuas your family has

they will bark, bite and nip at him until he stops trying to pet and hold them

god forbid one of them claimed you as their favorite person because he is not allowed in your vicinity at all

“be nice, es tu papi (he’s your daddy)” you say, the dog growling at schlatt while schlatt gives it the cockiest grin “soy tu papi nuevo (im your new daddy)” he says going to pet the dog as it tries to bite his finger

makes jokes about you using him for a green card, money, etc. but won’t push your boundaries at all

“it’s either bisexual or bipolar and i chose bipolar when it comes with a fat ass in forbidden pants” schlatt tells the chat as you come in, handing him something to eat and walk out as he watches you, “yeah the red flags are looking green when you’re seeing them from behind”

likes your attitude, just the witty comebacks n stuff

especially when you’re around his friends and say something in spanish that will have him flustered while they ask for him to translate

if he ever genuinely makes you upset he’s at your feet, apologizing

“please please please please” he begs, on the floor “jay, it’s fine” you say crossing your arms in the way he knows it means its not fine “POR FAVOR (PLEASE) Y/N, ILL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT” he begs, pulling out his wallet

is probably the biggest simp known to man for you

will use anything as an excuse to show you off, like anything

even gifts, he’ll take a photo of the gift and post it along side a selfie you sent him just to show you off some more

flexes you to everyone from his friends to chat

“what does the schirlfriend look like?” he reads off, immediately grabbing his phone to show off the new lock screen he has of you “hot as fuck, i’ll tell you that for sure”

might write some more if u guys want it :3

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt headcanons

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harlowtales · 8 months

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Reader is trying to figure out why all Jack’s friends and family are acting so weird.

18+ sweet/romance

“Baby go and see what’s taking Grandpa so long.” Jack asked you. He was all decked out in his Cardinals jacket and you had on his Cardinals hoodie.

“Will do Jack.” You said as you jumped down from his Jeep parked in the driveway of his Grandparents house.

You let yourself in and Grandma was just helping Grandpa put his sweatshirt over his head with a #3 on the back and his last name. “Looking good Pops!” You exclaimed. It was also so sweet to see how they looked after each other. Grandpa had some arthritis in his shoulder and his wife made sure she helped him.

“Thanks Sugar.” Grandpa said and pecked Grandma on the cheek. “Let’s roll, my Grandson is impatient”

You made sure Grandpa was safe in the front seat and took the back. Jack loved that he never had to ask you to do the little things like that.

It was a chilly fall evening and the stadium was packed in a sea of red and white. Cheers went up as Jack entered the stadium with you arm in arm with Grandpa. Jack egged it on by standing on top of a the seats, raising up his hands to the crowd, and dancing. You were shy and stayed out of the way, rolling your eyes at him, and he shot you a wink. Even Grandpa left you for a while to join in the fun. Jack’s friends were already there as they attended the tailgate party in the parking lot.

“Sup y/n” Trap Steve said taking a seat next to you and cracking open a Modelo. “Forever the party animal I see”

“Do you see him already?” You said pointing at Jack who had now climbed a wall to shake hands with fans. “Someone has to keep their head screwed on.”

“All I know is your man has to stop jacking my swag. The mullet is mine.” Trap said sarcastically

“Oh you own the rights on mullets?” You said laughing

“Yup! I should collect royalties.” He said

“From like every other hillbilly in Kentucky?” You ribbed

“He really digs you. It’s kinda sweet.” Trap said as he got up to join in on hyping up the stadium.

You looked after him a bit puzzled. “That was random” you mused. People were acting so weird lately.

The game started and Jack was screaming and jumping up and down as the Cardinals players ran onto the field. Beating top ranked Notre Dame would be a big deal. Jack finally took the seat beside you and held your hand for two seconds pecking you on the cheek before he got up to go again erupting with cheers. He looked back and saw you making sure Grandpa was ok with a drink and some snacks. He gave you a deep look of love with his big blue eyes that Grandpa caught but you didn’t see. The tension grew as the Cardinals closed the gap to pull ahead of Notre Dame. You cheered and spilled a bit of your popcorn on Grandpa.

“Oh geeze! I’m so sorry Pops!!” You said grabbing all the napkins you could find to clean up his lap. It was then that Grandpa felt moved to tell you something. He had been watching how Jack was around you the last few months and knew that look his Grandson had just given you. It was very familiar to him.

“So how’s everything going with Jack?” Grandpa asked you and threw you off guard.

“Um fine I guess. Why has he said something?” You said a bit panicked

“Nope just asking.” Grandpa said “I see the way he looks at you is all.”

“How does he look at me?” You said now even more paranoid

“Kinda like how I look at my Sugar.” Grandpa said referring to his nickname for his wife

You paused not knowing what to say and the popcorn in your mouth seemed to sit there for eternity and just melt. You couldn’t even chew. He noticed your silence and started apologizing. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said.

“No just um…caught me off guard.” You said patting his leg to let him know it was fine. What Grandpa did not tell you and swore not to tell you is Jack thought you were THE ONE and was waiting to see how things went as the relationship was still new. He rarely let anyone around his family let alone spend so much time around his Grandparents.

It was a good game, the tension was building right up to the end. Suddenly you heard huge cheers and Jack was loosing his mind! The Louisville Cardinals had won!!! He started running with the crowd onto the field. Grandpa wanted to follow but you advised against it and guided him to the stadium tunnel where it was safe. Finally everyone piled into the locker room for the real party before the party that night.

Your boyfriend was in the thick of the action and to be honest you had a bit of a headache. What Grandpa said, how Trap was acting…had your head swimming and your heart racing. You retreated to the back of the room and watched Jack dancing, having the time of his life with the team and the boys. You slipped out the back to get air and saw Cope having a joint alone near the team bus.

“Cope?” You said quizzically

“Sup y/n” Copelan said as he took a pull off his joint and a sip of his beer. “Just needed some air.”

“Yeah. I feel that. I needed some air too, and Grandpa doesn’t need me hovering over him all the time.” You giggled

“You’re a real one y/n. Jack’s a lucky guy.” Copelan said “The way he looks at you….I know my dude. He’s feeling you big time.”

“Why does everyone say that?” You said feeling nauseous again. Why was everyone making a point of telling you what Jack thinks of you? You had only been dating 4months.

“Because we know him very well. We know The Look. Bruh is done. It’s a wrap. It’s just a matter of time really.” Copelan said and headed back in

“Why is everyone being so weird!!!?” Your thoughts raced.

Eventually you caught up with Jack inside. Grandpa needed to take his medication and get to sleep. Not according to Grandpa, but according to you. You tapped both of them on the shoulder and looked impatiently at your watch. They both looked at each other and rolled their eyes. You were right they should go. Jack dropped Grandpa off and Grandpa winked at you as he left the car. Jack wondered what was up.

“You guys got some inside shit happening now?” Jack observed

“What? No…” you said visibly uncomfortable tucking your hair behind your ear.

Jack knew when you did that it meant you were nervous but be thought it was cute you and his Grandpa had some inside situation he wasn’t privy to. He just held your hand the rest of the way to your place. Bryson Tiller softly playing in the jeep. “You like your apartment huh?” Jack said as he pulled up in front of your building. He fondly touched your face as you kissed him goodnight and this time you caught it. He thought you didn’t see it but you did. “The Sugar Look” is what you dubbed it in your mind. You felt it deeply. Jack looked away shyly his face red.

“I like it ok.” You said not wanting to call him out on anything and embarrass him.

“Yeah I guess there’s time to see what other living arrangements could look like.” He said his hand on your thigh

“Jackman” you said seriously

“Ah shit what did I do now.” He said with his hands up in mock arrest

“Whys all your friends, Grandpa, even your mom…acting so weird lately?” You asked

“Oh no reason.” He said playfully. He had told everyone he was going to ask you to move in with him. They could see he’d never been happier. “Thanks for looking after Grandpa tonight. I never have to worry with you by my side, and his side. You got my back in a major way.”

“No problem Jack, I guess I wish I still had my Grandpa or my dad.” You said trailing off

“Listen y/n, we’re all here for you ok?” Jack said and you felt so warm as he reached over and hugged you. He had an early flight and couldn’t come up and cuddle. “I’ll see you when I get back from Nashville ok?”

“Ughhh! Nashville again?” You whined

“Yeah Sugar you know I gotta finish up what I got going on out there.” He said as he pecked you on the forehead.

“What?” You said in shock by the nickname he just called you.

“What?” Jack said not noticing what he had said

“Nothing.” You said “I miss you already.” You blew him a kiss goodbye as you walked away on a cloud.

#jack harlow #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow smut #fanfic

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mellowmin · 1 year

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Walk him like a dog sis

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

Inspired by the tiktok sound and some of the videos I saw on there 🤭

Content warnings: toxic relationship dynamics on some of these, very girlboss-ish hc's, ooc in the last one (just a what if scenario), mentions of mommy kink, masochistic traits & praise kink. Also last group has a very prominent "men are disposable" mindset/subtext, not to be taken literally or seriously at all.

Fem reader implied all throughout.

MDNI

𑁍 Trained puppies:

Will happily follow you around, grabbing onto you by your sleeve, the back of your shirt or your belt loop.

Wide eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars, will not hesitate to jump from their seat to get you anything you need, though they will at times use the puppy eyes to their advantage and it's very hard to say no to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe? Mommy kink at the very least lol, also praise kink. Baby them!! They love that shit and will eat up any attention from you.

When you're at a party, you'll pull them to you by their tie and they'll absolutely melt while letting you guide them to the dance floor like you have them on a leash.

The type to send you pictures of any cute or pretty thing they find because any sort of beauty makes them think of you.

Super needy, they'll wait in bed fighting off the sleep until you finish your skincare routine because they can't sleep well without you :(. Textbook definition of puppy love, they have eyes only for you and will hate to be separated from you for ANY amount of time. - Hinata Shoyo, Goshiki Tsutomu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Kotarou, Nishinoya Yuu, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Togata Mirio.

𑁍 Guard dogs:

They spoil you like crazy, princess treatment is real when you're with them.

The type to kneel in front of you and untie your shoes while looking up at you like you're doing them a favor for letting them. When I say these men WORSHIP YOU I mean it.

Super protective, they know and live by the sidewalk rule; and lord have mercy on the poor soul if they think someone is bothering you. WILL NOT TOLERATE anyone talking shit about you in any way. Also "dress however you want, I can fight".

As soon as they get the slightest suspicion that your feet hurt you are up on their arms. Don't even think about carrying anything heavier than your phone. Consider them your personal handbag. Will spoon feed you if you allow them too, gently dabbing your face with a napkin after every other bite.

They refuse to let you pay for anything, as soon as the cashier asks 'cash or credit?' They're rushing to get their wallet out. They sometimes will give you their credit card and ORDER you to buy anything you want.

WOULD absolutely carry you on their shoulders the whole day if they could, but they need to work to earn the money to keep giving you the life you deserve :')

You know those kinda cringe videos that go "my hands look like this so that hers can look like this"?? Yeah that's them lol - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Ukai Keishin, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, also Kirishima lol.

𑁍 Bratty Lap dogs:

Stink eyes to anyone that tries to approach either of you. They're not interested in anyone else and they'd rather die than stand by and let someone steal your attention from them.

Their favorite activity is to cuddle you and snack and they WILL voice their displeasure if your little sessions are interrupted. Will stay hours with their head buried in your neck if you let them. Will leave hickeys on you if you're not careful enough!! They'll do it in places that you won't easily see but others will see clearly too.

They're super needy and sometimes have a hard time understanding your need for personal space like wym we can't go to the bathroom together 🤨. On that note, you never have to ask them to come with you anywhere, as soon as you grab your keys they're putting their shoes on. They never give you that "u can come if u want" bullshit, they let you know that if you're not going, they aren't going.

Talk shit about anyone that you don't like to them, they act like they don't care but they love the gossip and will say things to keep you talking. They trust your gut and your criteria for liking or not liking people; if you tell them you don't like someone you don't even have to give them a reason, they'll drop that person in a second.

They will tease you and clown you anytime they have the chance, but it's like they forget they're the biggest simp ever lol. Try to give them the silent treatment, they won't last longer than 6 hours.

Will check your friends if they seem disloyal. As soon as they get sent a 'hiiii :)" from one of your friends, they're warning you about them. They will encourage you to cut off toxic people from your life, whether it's friends or family but they'll never force you to stop talking to someone on their account.

They will support you in ANYTHING, they're your ride or die and they will defend you until they die no matter what you do. "Oh, (y/n) killed someone? Well I'm sure that person did something to deserve it." They will make a fool of themselves to protect your honor lol.

- Sakusa Kiyoomi, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma, Kageyama Tobio, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monona Neito, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta, Takami Keigo.

BONUS:

𑁍 Domesticated Hound dogs:

Heavily toxic relationship dynamics, unrealistic representation of a fuckboy, kinda mean reader.

Former fuckboy turned into a begging mess by the bad bitch he shouldn't have messed with.

He tried to play it cocky from the start and play you like all the girls before you, but you knew his game and played him like a fiddle.

When several girls messaged you to warn you about your new boytoy -the man paying for your groceries every week in hopes that you'll give him two hours of your weekend- you knew that you were given a chance by the heavens to do some good karmic work, for every girl whose heart he played with, you'll make him your bitch. Every time you leave him on read is a win for the girls.

At first, he thought you were just playing hard to get and considered you a 'fun challenge' but soon enough he's only answering your texts, all other girl's numbers are forgotten and he finds that hooking up with random girls only makes him think about you more. He found himself becoming more vulnerable when talking to you, actually sharing parts of him in an honest way instead of doing it in order to get sympathy points from you.

This man used to be a professional at ghosting and you got him answering your texts in 0.5 SECONDS. In the beginning he was all like "im not looking for anything serious tho lol" and you were like "yeah I could tell, not like you'd be good for anything serious lol" LMAO HES LEFT STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER THAT.

Like YES BE MEAN TO HIM. He's gotta be a masochist; every time he gets a mean response (or no response at all) he becomes more desperate for having you praise him and coddle him like all the other girls used to do in order to keep him to themselves.

Lmfao meeting you was a humbling experience, you got him getting into his car at 2 am to see you for 15 minutes as long as he pays for your next nail appointment. You are true poetic justice coming into his life to ruin his bad boy persona.

At some point he tries to get cocky again and acts like he's back to his old ways, but you drop him so fast and so coldly that he gets whiplash. You show this man that you won't hesitate to dump the trash if he doesn't make something good of himself. You teach him really fast that you won't deal with his nonsense, and you WILL find him a replacement if he displeases you. The withdrawal he gets from you giving him radio silence is insane.

In the end though, you end up whipping him into a decent man and dare I say a good boyfriend who by this point is absolutely addicted to you. - Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu, Togata Mirio, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Takami Keigo.

Comment or add in tags if you want me to add any characters! I probably missed a lot lol.

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sociopathicartist · 4 months

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Sans x Reader (BREAKFAST COMBO)(oneshot)

‘BreakfastCombo’

“so… how did the two of you meet anyways?” Fell asked, folding and unfolding the napkin he grabbed with his breakfast.

You were at a hotel (yes, all 7 of you, including you) in Colorado, staying there for the day until you drove down to the ski lodge tomorrow morning. Originally the plan was to leave today, but it started snowing. Snowing bad.

“Sans and I?” You questioned, not sure what he was referring to. There were 6 other skeletons.

He nodded, looking back to see his brother trying to make a plate of food with the hardly salvageable hotel breakfast buffet. “who else? m’ curious. he’s talked about you since the first day we showed up here.”

Hm. You sighed, staring down at the wooden table. God, how did you meet Sans? That was a long story that happened a really long time ago.

“Uhhh, I could tell you. Whydda ask?”

“m’ just wondering. s’ not like any of us had a human best friend like you at home. s’ weird seeing him like this.” He poked at the dry biscuit with his fork, a small snarl on his teeth.

Huh. No you in their AU’s? Interesting.

You tapped your fingers on the desk, thinking back to when you two did meet. Stars, it feels like forever ago.

“Technically,” You started. “I met Papyrus first. I was at Muffet’s and he saw me struggling with the morning crossword. He helped me finish it, promptly suggesting afterward that I try Junior Jumble instead. We just kinda became friends that morning and kept in close contact. I knew Papyrus for at least four months before I ever met Sans. It’s odd.”

“hm? whyssit odd?” Fell slurred his words together like usual, a bad habit of his.

“Well, you know.” You took a bite of your toast, swallowing down the hardly edible substance. “Everyone always meets Sans first. Before Papyrus trained with Undyne, Sans worked for her at the sentry station. Before Alphys met Papyrus, Sans ran into her in hotland and they’d watch anime together sometimes. Before Papyrus met Toriel, Sans would tell her jokes through the door. Everyone always met Sans first, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know the guy existed for a hot minute.”

“THIS FOOD IS DISGRACEFUL.” Edge suddenly appeared next to the two of you, startling you a bit. His arms were folded angrily. “I WILL GO GATHER BLUE AND DISCUSS ABOUT A POSSIBLE SHORT DRIVE TO A DINER SOMEWHERE.”

“Isn’t the whole point of staying at the hotel today because we can’t drive in the snow?” 7 people in one car during a snowstorm was a tad bit wild, especially just for some food.

“THE LODGING IS A 3 HOUR DRIVE. RESTAURANTS ARE CLOSER BY. I’M SURE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE DAY.”

Fell shrugged, not seeming to care about the whole ordeal. “room service food is way nummier. could jus’ order that, idk.”

Edge scoffed at his brother. “NEVER SAY ‘I.D.K.’ OUTLOUD EVER AGAIN.” He walked away, presumably to go grab Blue who was oddly still asleep.

“Anyways. We met for the first time when Papyrus invited me over for his birthday. I had already met Undyne and Alphys before, so there weren’t too many faces at his party that I didn’t recognize. I suppose Papyrus had talked about me to Sans before because I didn’t introduce myself and he just kinda… Stared at me the whole time.”

“that’s weird. prolly thought you were smokin’ hot and got nervous.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Again, anyways. I figured I’d break the ice, so when Paps was opening gifts I sat by Sans and cracked a birthday joke and his whole face just lit up. I knew that the guy loved jokes, but I didn’t expect him to crack one-liners and puns at me for the rest of the night.”

You trailed off in your words, the memory playing vividly in your head. After the party you had gone home and decided to scroll through some photos you’d taken earlier, deleting many that Undyne and Alphys spammed on your phone when you had left it unintended. You saved some photos and went to send them to the pair, but saw a new contact added. You clicked on it, seeing the only message being an awful one-liner.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - why did the cell phone bring a sweater to the party

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - it didn’t want to get a cold signal. lol.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:15 pm - it’s cold. stay warm on your way home.

Ah. You must have given Sans your number at some point during the party. Who else would send these horrible puns?

10:05 pm- LMAO. I made it home safe, don’t worry.

You two ended up texting on and off for about an hour before retreating to bed.

A few days later you ended up having a shitty day at work. Unlike your normal tendency to bottle things up, even to your best friend, Papyrus, you wanted to spill your feelings... You called Undyne and Alphys. No answer. Papyrus was busy with Mettaton today, so both those options were out. Toriel answered but said she was at the park with Frisk. You didn't want to impose and passed off your call as a simple check-in. BP would only bring more down since he wasn’t the best at comforting, so you were led to your last option.

You rang the number and heard the pickup tone.

“hey?”

“Hi! Sorry, I’ve just had a long day and wanted to talk.”

You heard a soft sigh before a response. “go on. i’m not busy.”

“you called for how long?” Fell gave a bit of a surprised look to you.

“7 hours! I know. After I told him about my shitty day he ended up telling me about his equally awful one. I don’t know, we just talked.”

Fell stared at you for a moment, the end of his phalange picking at his gold tooth. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You battered.

“no, no. keep talkin’.”

After the two of you ended the call, you had asked to call the next day.

So you called the day after that.

And the day after that.

And the day after that one.

It took a long time for you to notice how close you and Sans had become. Papyrus was the realization moment for you.

“HUMAN, I MUST SAY THAT YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT INFLUENCE ON SANS.”

You looked up to Papyrus, setting your menu down on the booth table. “What?”

“HE HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE NOW THAT HE IS TALKING TO YOU SO MUCH. I MUST SAY, I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT!”

“Oh, uhm…” You took a sip of your water, the ice-cold temperature giving the roof of your mouth a bit of a cold shock. “Thanks.”

You did feel a bit bad at the fact that you were spending a bit more time with Sans over Papyrus, your best friend, but he was occupied with Mettaton and didn’t mind much. The two brothers still ate up a large portion of your time.

For Sans’ birthday, you chose to knit him a blanket. You had corrected him several times that it was knitting, not crochet, but now you were convinced that the smirk on his face when you corrected him meant he knew the difference and just said crochet to patronize you.

Although he tried to avoid you from coming into his room, mostly because it was messy and unfurnished, you had caught glimpses of it from time to time. A big ringer you noticed was the lack of a proper blanket in his room. While the temperature didn’t bother him much due to the lack of skin, you still didn’t like the idea of him being without a blanket at night.

You had been sneaky with it, casually asking him to go on a shopping spree with you and stopping at the yarn store on your way home. While you picked out your yarn for a separate project, you watched to see which yarns he liked. It was easy to tell, if he liked the color of it he’d pick it up and see if he liked the feeling. If approved, he’d hold onto it for a few moments before putting it back up. You kept note of which ones he liked and went back to the store alone the next day, picking out enough yarn of the two colors he was amused by.

It turned out as a soft blue blanket. The main yarn was a sky blue that was silky and cold to the touch paired with a dark blue crushed velvet that wrapped as a border. It took about two weeks of knitting in all your free time to finish it, completed by being folded nicely and wrapped up in paper.

After the small party you and your friends planned for him, you chose to give him your gift alone.

Well, not alone. You had attached a letter you wrote for him to the gift and placed the blanket on his mattress, knowing he’d see it later. You were correct, receiving a text from him later thanking you for the gift.

He seemed to open up to you a lot more after that.

“Sooooo, the rest is history.” You tossed the paper plate (still full of gross food) into the trash.

“wow. wowwowwowwowwow.” Fell shook his skull. “boring story.”

You scoffed at him, heading into the elevators as he followed beside you. “Yak it up. You asked. What did you expect, hm?”

He shrugged, pressing your floor number once you were in the elevator. “dunno. sounds like you two were going to shack or somethin’.”

“Fell, you perv! Nothing is going on between him and me.”

“yeahhhh, alright sweetheart.”

You scowled at him, breaking separate ways once you were out of the elevator and going to your hotel room.

You were lucky. Being the 7th member of the ‘friend/family’ group meant you were the odd one out, and also the only female. (ignore if you’re gender-neutral) If there was ever a situation like this where you all had to stay in rooms, you always got your own while all the individual brothers shared theirs. You can only imagine the chaos breaking out between Edge and Fell, cooped up in that tiny room together.

Your bed was cold and plush when you laid down on it, all made up by the hotel cleaning service. You stared up at the ceiling, your hands over your stomach. There wasn’t anything going on between you two, right?

Ugh. It was only 8:30 am, so most everyone was still asleep except the malicious duo, that was unless Edge successfully woke up Blue. You couldn’t just go back to sleep either. All the talking and walking around made your sleepiness wear off, so you were just a bit stuck. You grabbed your phone, choosing to mindlessly scroll on Pinterest.

You wouldn’t make a move on Sans since you were almost 100% positive that not only was he not interested in you, but that he wasn’t interested in a relationship at all. Every time you brought up the subject he just got dodgy, so you just chose to bury any feelings you had deep down so that you wouldn’t risk the friendship and be a hopeless romantic over some guy.

But now?

Ugggggh. Your feelings were all in a wad. Fell had successfully just made things complicated. He may be a bit of a punk sometimes, but he wouldn’t say something like that to you if he didn’t think you two were interested in each other. Even though he’s a bit rougher around the edges, he still is a Sans. He has the same morals and motivations similar to Classic, unlike Blue on the other hand. He would be your next best dig at getting into Sans’ thoughts since asking him directly was too risky.

You could ask Papyrus, but Papyrus is loyal to keeping his word. You heavily admired it and used his loyalty as a bit of a role model for yourself, but unfortunately, that meant that going to him for an inside scoop meant you’d have to be tricky with your words. Sure, he wouldn’t let you go in completely blind since you were his best friend. If he knew of your little crush he definitely wouldn’t let you get heartbroken, and would give indirect suggestions that technically don’t break his loyalty.

You chose your next best option.

8:34 - u up?

8:35 - i wanna ask u smthn.

8:39- did u go back to sleep ?

8:41 - evil sans (satan) - what's up

8:42 - do u think he likes me?

8:42 - don’t make fun

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - jfc, you woke me up for this?

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - im going back 2 sleep

8:44 - fell pleeeease:(:(:(

8:45- evil sans (satan) - im not sure. he doesn’t talk about that stuff to me. he does act interested in u though, esp compared to how he acts around everyone else.

Mh. You typed and sent a short thanks to him, feeling pretty satisfied with what new information you’ve learned.

You shut your phone off, sighing and tossing it beside you. If you were back home, you’d go and talk to Toriel about this. She’s always so nice and comforting to talk to. Granted, Alphys and Undyne were also good options, but they had a bit of a hard time keeping a secret in relation to crushes. You’d be teased high to no end. Mettaton would be nice to talk to, you could have a day with facemasks, mani-pedis, and gossip.

But you weren’t home, were you? So… how to pass the time…

The time went by slowly. It wasn’t until about 10 am that Blue and Stretch woke up, begrudging you to hang out with them downstairs in the hotel lounge. Since you already had plans to take a short drive to get food, eating at the hotel wasn’t really on the table. Blue dragged you and Edge to do one of the community puzzles the hotel had while Stretch and Fell lounged in chairs, occupied on their phones.

It didn’t take long for Sans and Papyrus, the iconic duo, to show up in the lobby. The short skeleton stood behind you, ruffling your hair a bit while Papyrus rambled on about why they were up so late.

“HORRIBLE. JUST HORRIBLE. WE HAVE BEEN UP FOR THE PAST HOUR AND I HAVE WASTED 30 MINUTES JUST DRAGGING HIM OUT OF BED!” Papyrus complained, some snickers being heard from Stretch about the situation.

“I’m sorry, Papyrus.” You tried to console him, elbowing Sans in the ribcage for his older brother's havoc. “When we get to the ski lodge tomorrow we’ll have our own room.”

Sans nodded, feigning a hurt expression from your elbow jab. “sorry bro. i really gotta work on my self o-bed-ience.”

Several groans were heard, and Fell waved Sans off. “boring, lazy, sloppy. you’ve been lacking on your puns recently.”

Blue connected another puzzle piece, a small look of pride and victory on his face. “I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE OUT OF YOUR PYJAMAS, LAZY ME. WE ARE GOING OUT TO EAT.”

Papyrus’ attention was caught. “GOING OUT? I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO SNOWY.”

“FOR A 3 HOUR DRIVE, YES.” Edge corrected. “BUT THIS DINER IS ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY AND SEEMS TO SERVE EDIBLE BREAKFAST OPTIONS.”

“hmmm. who’s gonna drive, again?” Stretch eyed everyone in the group. None of you preferred driving.

Papyrus’ face changed to fear, quickly holding up his hand to his nasal socket. “NOES-GOES!”

The crowd of you went wild, the once tired and calm group now screaming “noes goes” while raising their hand. A few people in the lounge looked over at you, trying to see what was disturbing the peace.

Blue groaned once he realized he yelled out last. “WHY DO I ALWAYS LOSE AT NOES-GOES?! I SWEAR, YOU ASSHOLES ONLY PICK IT BECAUSE IT IS THE ONE GAME I AM BAD AT.”

“sorry, bro.” Stretch showed a half-hearted sympathetic look. “we don’t make the rules.

“Why don’t we put up the puzzle and head out then? There’s nothing wrong with being in your pyjamas. It’s not like we know anyone here.” You gestured to your lazy pyjama outfit, vouching a bit for Sans.

“see? they get it.” Sans commented, looking at you with a lazy grin.

“I SUPPOSE IT’S OKAY… BUT JUST FOR TODAY.”

The drive was chaos.

Somehow just five minutes in the car leads to sibling fights, Blue yelling at everyone to shut up so that he can focus on driving, Sans pestering Papyrus with puns and Fell showing you TikToks on your phone that he found funny. You never got a break from them.

Blue managed to park the car with several harasses from Edge about how “HE NEEDS A CAR SEAT TO EVEN LOOK OUT THE WINDSHIELD PROPERLY.” The snow was still relentless, just occurring to you that Blue was right and you should have not gone out in your pyjamas. While the others didn’t have skin and weren’t temperature-bothered, you were. You kept trying to rush them all into the diner as quickly as possible.

“I RECALL THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WANTING TO STAY IN YOUR PYJAMAS.” Edge teased you, watching as you sat down and tried to conserve your warmth by wrapping your arms around your waist.

You grabbed one of the menus, glaring at him. “I didn’t realize how cold I’d be. Gimmie a break, man.”

You loved him, but he could be a tad annoying sometimes. Quite frankly all of them got on your nerves now and then.

Food items, Food items… Hashbrowns, some ‘Waffle Topple’ special for 9.99. Your stomach grumbled at all the options.

“still cold?” Sans’ familiar voice rang out.

You looked down at him, seeing that he was sitting next to you. Odd, usually Papyrus or Stretch sat by you.

Checking around the table, you saw the chatter amongst the other skeletons. The two of you would be able to talk one one-on-one for a few minutes before any interruptions.

“A bit. It’s not my fault it’s still cold in here.” You scanned over the menu again. “Whatcha gonna get?”

“not sure.” Sans shrugged, tapping his phalanges on the menu. “all of these options are pretty eggstraordinary.”

“Sans.”

“but i think the breakfast combo looks grape.”

You crossed your arms, watching as his amused expression developed. “I’m not doing it. It’s too early.”

“what?” Sans looked over to you. “you got something to hash out with me?”

“10 am. 10.”

“just one? then i’ll quit.” Sans pleaded. “don’t grit your teeth at my puns.”

You groaned in annoyance, hiding your face behind your menu and peeking at him. “Uhmmmm. I’m really tired. I don’t think I can mustard up any good puns.”

Sans stared at you for a few seconds, a bit of a confused and enticed expression. “wow. mustard isn’t even a breakfast food.”

“You didn’t say it had to be.”

“didn’t i? i thought it was obvious with the way my puns were roll-ing.”

“I thought you said you’d quit.”

“i know.” Sans winked, setting his menu back on the table and shrugging off his jacket.

He pulled you in by your shoulders, wrapping his jacket around you to provide a layer of warmth.

You smiled softly, your cheeks heating up a bit since he got so close. Breathe. “Aw. for me? Your musty ketchup jacket?”

Sans brushed you off, his permanent smile twinging upward a bit more. “whaaattt? diddya think i’d give you the cold shoulder?”

You elbowed his arm, pretending to be annoyed despite enjoying his puns. It was a bit impressive how witty he was. You wrapped the jacket around you a bit tighter, not seeing the way Sans was busy staring at you.

“Whatcha gonna order, Papyrus?” Your voice rang soft to him.

Papyrus looked up to you, beginning to ramble about all the options they had, Blue occasionally piping in to debate on which one was best. You glanced over to Sans while listening to them babble, catching a glance of him before he quickly looked away.

You’d tell him soon, one day.

first one shot upload:3 idk if i should make it a two part or not? thanks for reading <3

#undertale #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #sans #sans undertale #sans x reader #SAP #sans x you #classic sans #sans one shot

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the king's gambit: en passant (teaser)

member — seungcheol x f reader teaser genre — angst (kinda), enemies to lovers series genre — smut, angst, fluff, happy ending; one-sided enemies to lovers, mafia boss!cheol, ceo!cheol, sugar daddy!cheol word count — this teaser - 0.7k; full fic - tbd (estimated 25k+) synopsis — Millionaire CEO Choi Seungcheol has never relied on anybody: not his parents, not his friends, no one. The only person that’s gotten him through life is himself and the power his name holds. But even now, with everything he could ever want at his fingertips, his life lacks purpose… until he meets you. teaser warnings — mention of alcohol series warnings — murder, gun violence; poisoning; kidnapping/hostages; mentions of blood; descriptions of sex workers/sexual acts for money; unprotected sex, BDSM elements; mentions of food and alcohol; warnings are subject to change as i continue writing! notes — this is a very short teaser for the 95z collab i'm doing called the king's gambit! there is no completion date for this yet as i'm still working on it (and struggling quite a bit— plot is not my usual thing lol). i've got a solid 13.1k down for now, which is by far the longest i've ever written, and there have been a lot of challenges getting to this point but i'm so excited to give you a little snippet of what's to come! once it's completed i will also be posting this fic on ao3 for readers who find that platform easier to use. i hope you enjoy, and if you do, don't forget to add yourself to the taglist for more updates!!

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it’s no surprise that seungcheol finds himself back at the casino, making his way over to the bar.

there’s not as many people in the casino at this hour of the morning as there were last night, but even still, most of the machines are full and a few of the blackjack tables are crowded with people eagerly awaiting their turn to waste away all their money.

you scoff when you see him sit down at your end of the bar. “damn, you look rough, mr. choi.” he hates the way his name sounds in your mouth, sarcastic and cruel. he hates that you don’t even know him, yet you already think you have him figured out. “did you have another long and tiring morning of partying?”

he growls under his breath but lets the comment slide, not wanting to do any more fighting today. he’s had enough of it as it is. “if you make me a bone dry martini i’ll give you a thousand dollars, right now.”

“of course, sir. anything for the vip paying customer.”

he sighs, pulling out his phone and setting it on the counter. “if you drop the snarky comments i’ll make it five thousand.”

you pause, the bottle of vodka in your hand. he sounds genuinely exhausted, and you almost feel a little bad for him. you don’t doubt that he has that much to spend, but that much money just for you to stop berating him seems a little extreme. “coming right up,” you say softly, grabbing a glass from the sparkling silver rack. “and you can keep the money.”

you finish pouring the drink and set it on the counter with a cocktail napkin, and he pulls out a thick stack of crisp hundred dollar bills from his wallet. you try to refuse him again, but he slaps the bills down, grabbing your hand and placing it on top of the money so you can’t pull away.

after a second he lets go of you, picking up his drink instead. “i’ll transfer the rest to your account today. go buy something useful.”

you look up at him with wide eyes. “mr. choi, that’s really very generous of you, but i don’t think—”

but cheol interrupts you, sighing again. “just keep it. don’t argue with me. please.”

you study him for a second, noticing for the first time the dark circles under his eyes and the way his hair is mussed like he keeps running his fingers through it. you nod silently, sliding the bills off the counter and pocketing them in your blouse pocket.

cheol’s eyes watch your movements closely, studying you in return. “don’t you have a safer place to hide that? casinos can be a dangerous place.”

you almost want to tell him, what on earth would he know about danger, but you bite your tongue and keep it to yourself. he’s had a long enough day on his own, it seems like; he doesn’t need to hear about all the times you’ve been catcalled and harassed, just inside his own casino. though, even if you did, he doesn’t seem like the type to care.

you shove the cash in your drawer beneath the bar and cheol nods, downing the rest of his drink with surprising ease, considering how strong it is. he sets the now empty cocktail glass down, wincing a little before he slides off of his stool and starts to walk away, leaving without another word.

“wait!”

he stops and turns around, waiting.

you freeze, standing there in silence. you hadn’t expected him to stop. you don’t even know why you’ve stopped him. to ask him if he’s okay? clearly he’s not. to tell him to be… happier? to cheer up? you sigh. this was stupid. “nevermind, i’m sorry. have a nice day, mr. choi.”

he gives you a halfhearted smile and a wave. “yeah. you too.”

you watch him walk away, shoulders hunched and suit wrinkled. you can’t help but be curious about what he’s been up to that’s made him so exhausted, and you begin to wonder if maybe there might be more to this millionaire ceo than you first thought.

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channoticedmeuwu · 1 year

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IMAGINING. . . SOOBIN W TATTOOS !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — suggestive asfff, slight fluff, s2l!au kinda, | w — sexual tension type like a lot, pool scene, mentions of reader wearing revealing clothing (again it's literally a pool scene), mention of cigs somewhere + not really proofread

A/N — based on a thirst trap I saw on ig you have me on chokehold for the rest of the month <3 idc if the concept doesn't fit I needed it.

🖇️ READ PART TWO HERE !!

PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY ARIANA GRANDE'S “BREAK UP W/ YOUR GIRLFRIEND” MV & SONG

you've been friends with soobin for quite some time now— you kicked it off at a cafe when your friend wanted to meet up after coming back to town. she had a few other friends there with her, choi soobin being one of them. “dude, you have to meet soobin,” you recalled your friend telling you, that you he was this fun guy with a great fashion sense, and you'd just brushed her aside, not paying too much attention.

but now, you kind of wished you did. soobin wasn't anything like you imagined. you probably pictured an average looking guy with a personality that reached depths, maybe wore a few fashionable pieces here and there. but you didn't expect him to have wear the simplest outfits, and yet look like— well, the way he did.

you eyed him in a white t shirt covering all of his arms, the thin material subtilty revealing dark outlines on his skin, a delicate pendant around his neck and fluffy hair brushed aside to make room for his glasses. and when he smiled at a joke your friend made...shit. he was kind of cute.

and soobin made his efforts to talk to you, but you couldn't help but focus on his body language— his fingers gripping his forearm, his jacket riding down to show a few tattoos on his shoulder— and you'd mask a smile at him when you'd hear him repeat a question he asked you earlier, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on his thigh.

and you'd see soobin when your friends hung out often— usually sitting in one of the corners of the table where you could observe everyone talk, and then driving people home in his car. but, despite his appearance, soobin was a sweet fucking guy. always offering you a napkin at dinner or lending you his jacket on a particularly windy night.

and everytime he stretched while he silently watched everyone talk at the table, you noticed there was something scribbled on his soft skin underneath his full sleeve shirt. and he'd catch you staring sometimes, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bent over to tap you on your knee, asking with a small smile if you're lost in thought.

so maybe, soobin had been growing on you. just a bit.

and the night you left a party after arguing with your ex about how you don't want to “try again,” some back and forth between bittersweet, blaring music & heated expressions flashing through shifting lights— your relationship had come to an end as abruptly as it had started, and you intended to keep it that way. refusing with a harsh pull, you rubbed your bare arms as you walked away, sliding between sweaty bodies in the tight room.

and you remember taking a seat outside, trying to wrap yourself in a shawl as cold wind nipped at your bare legs, muttering curses to your ex. the uncomfortably irritating sound of a couple making out in the corner was making your headache worse, as blaring music from inside muffled with the blowing wind.

you glanced down at your phone, knowing it'll offer you better entertainment than whatever was inside, when you saw a couple of texts from soobin a few hours ago.

SOOBIN

[11:12 pm] hey, y/n, how's the party?

how was the party? you scoffed to yourself, cigarette smoke wafting around in the air as you twiddled your thumbs hovering above the keyboard, trying to think of a response— when you reached over and pressed the call button, not really expecting him to pick up. “hey, soobin. I know it's super late, but can you pick me up?”

and soobin's response was a bit delayed, as if he was shocked you called, but he replied with something that sounded in-between a ‘sure’ and a hum, his voice hoarse. “oh, soobin. did I wake you up?”

“no, no. I was wide awake,” then you heard him yawn. your cheeks flushed as you tapped your foot to the ground, “sorry about that, soobin.”

he ignored your apology, mumbling at you to send him your location with another yawn. maybe you should have thought twice before calling him at nearly 4 in the night. but you didn't know that soobin was secretly over the moon at you calling him, he was just too sleepy to show it— every second he got, he had always picked to be your side. slowing down his pace to walk beside you, or discreetly allowing his fingers to brush against yours whenever he got a chance to, had his heart beating like crazy. you had his heart beating like crazy.

and when you finally sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car after a few more calls he made confirming your location— fuck.

you knew there was something suspicious about soobin always wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the hottest weather possible, but last thing you expected was him having an arm full of tattoos resting on the wheel, the other out the window. his designs slowly circled and disappeared behind the strap of his black tank top. and when your eyes trailed below towards his sleeping shorts, accidentally catching them riding up as he bent over to lower the aircon—

you snapped your eyes forward, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. your fingers clutching the end of your shawl tightened.

and little did you know, soobin did it on purpose. he'd seen the way you looked at him, your eyes slyly (or not) slipping down to gaze at his arm flex when he scratched the back of his neck or readjusted his hair, a guilty, dark shift to your eyes when you'd notice his fingers on his thighs. and was it that bad to admit he liked it when he saw the expression on your face lightly change when you noticed a tattoo peeking out? you'd slowly press your legs together, a hand moving to hide your face as you'd look the other direction, trying to focus at the conversation everyone else was involved in. but he'd see you slowly default back to him, and everytime, he'd feel a tingle in his stomach when you'd lick your lips, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

“how are you? how was the party?” he gave you a sleepy smile in the car, his eyes glazing over you. you looked towards him, pressing your lips together at the way his hair fluffed up, his hand rubbing his thigh as he leaned his head back to the headrest, revealing the shape of his jaw—“good. met my ex. not doing that again,” you nodded, earning a small chuckle from him.

and throughout the drive, you felt yourself slipping into sleep, accidentally focusing on your reflection in the windshield instead of the traffic. your eyelids closing, the soft bass of a summer song playing in the background, the fresh car scent wafting around you— before the car would jerk, shooting you awake. “sorry,” soobin would mumble, throwing you an apologetic look before he'd suggest you lay your seat back, allowing you to sleep in a more comfortable position. and you remember refusing, curling into a ball to sleep instead.

and occasionally, a speeding car would pass by an intersection, and soobin would lean his arm out to stop you from falling forward as the car came to a sudden stop, a serious expression on his face as he asked you, “you okay?” and the two of you would trail your eyes down to his hand on your bare thigh, hearts skipping beats. and he'd snap his hand back, apologizing and trying to clear his intentions, when you'd just giggle him an, “its okay!” thanking him for looking out for you. and the drive would start again, and he'd yawn after hearing you yawn yet again, eyelashes bearing sleepy tears.

and right before he dropped you off at your place, he turned his body to face you, scratching the back of his neck. he was telling you something about not hesitating to call him, but did he really think you'd pay attention? your eyes watched the way his detailed arms flexed when he ran his hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the material of his shorts. your eyes watched the stars sprinkled across his collarbones attentively, wishing you could see the designs that hid behind his clothes.

and when soobin held a small ‘get together’ as he called it— was really a party— you thought you'd really never lived. you weren't planning on going, but after being urged by everyone in your circle, there you were, wearing swimming clothes underneath your dress and holding hands with your friend as you walked into the venue.

and eyeing soobin in the crowd, soft giggles and hushed whispers as the bass snuck up your legs— and you felt your stomach tighten when he glanced over towards you, a hand gesturing to come closer.

and dipping your feet as you watched everyone urge soobin to jump in the pool— him shyly refusing with a shake of his hand as he backed away, trying not to glance at you, sitting sweetly as your legs tread in the water. and he didn't notice someone sneak behind him, pushing him in, earning cheers from everyone around. and when he came up to the surface— beads of water dripping down as he pushed his hair back with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows, his dimples suddenly popping out. and he noticed you giggling as he pulled his top off, your eyes glazing over the chain that hung in the dents of his shoulders and collarbones, and he broke out into a smile, slowly walking towards you. “come on, y/n, jump in.”

you refused without actually meaning to, but then, everyone started a chant lead by soobin— and the last thing you remember before your ears crashed against the surface of the water was soobin's chin coming to rest on your knees, tilting his head with a smirk as he snaked his hands around your thighs to pull you in.

and everyone followed suit, splashes of water against your cheeks as soobin held your arms, laughing as the waves hit your face.

and everything happened so fast, his arms clinging to you when someone splashed water on you, or him wiping the water out of his face with a soft gasp. his hand on your waist, your leg slowly wrapping around his waist as he pushed you into a corner when everyone left to grab towels— bending lower, almost underneath the water when you felt his breath hit the cold skin of your lips, a soft, “can I?” as he pulled your hair to the side, his lips against your own, pushing you against the cold walls of the pool.

the sensation of the ripples of water against your hips was sending you over the edge whenever he adjusted your legs around him, softly smiling when he'd hear you mumble something in between, feeling your hands around him. and it was almost horrifying the way you could hear him kiss you, despite the music in the back, despite the water rippling around the two of you.

and you remember you snuck your fingers to pull lightly at his hair, the other hand finding it's way to tug the pendant around his neck when he pulled away— hooded eyes and cute puffy lips, his cheeks pink as he whispered, dragging your hand down his tattooed chest.

“if you keep doing that, we'll have a little problem.”

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love-superache · 5 months

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Lots of Sparks

PJO

Pairing: PLATONIC! Jackson Family (Paul and Tyson inculded) x Mortal! GN!Reader

Words: 1222

Summary: This is supposed to be a Part 2, of my other work "A Little Spark", since I'm making this a timeskip it will be at the final of Book 4, in Percy's 15th Birthday Party, and the Start of Book 5, before he is with Rachel. The Jackson family receives 2 guests in the party, one we know who they are, but what about the 2nd?

Warnings: Timeline: End of Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth and Start of Book 5: The Last Olymlian. English is not my 1st language! And you are older than in Part 1. Canon change.

Notes: Thank you so much for liking so much Part 1! I tried to do my best since I didn't really have something to do. Most of this is fluff because Gabe (🤢) is finally gone! And family bonding. I hope you like this part as the first, but Idk..

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While preparing the party you and Percy were talking of what Paul calls 'Girl affairs'.

"...And then she KISSED ME." Percy says looking at you.

"Wait. She kissed you? And you are just telling me now dumbass!" You whisper to him.

"I didn't know how to bring that up and believe me when I say that I'm still trying to believe it." He says while taking napkins out of the drawer.

"...And you two are dating now right?" You ask.

"No.."

"What do you mean no?...You guys kissed and like eachother what more do you need to start dating?" You say taking plastic cups and putting them in the table.

"I don't know..it's just.." He says, don't knowing what to say more.

"Is it because of your new friend Rachel?" You ask.

"What? Why would it be?"

"It's just that you remembered her number after seeing it one time, ...and since you came back from the mission you are either talking about dying, Annabeth or her." You say looking at the sides and eating a bit of a chocolate from the blue cake.

"Hey! That's not true! And stop eating the chocolate! Mom will think it was me." He says blushing.

"Okay, but you three look like a love triangle or something. Like Katniss, Peeta and Gale." You say nodding to yourself.

"Since when did you read the Hunger Games?"

"1 month ago, but that's not the important, the important is that you are in a love triangle." You say laughing.

"I'm not!" He says getting out of the room, heat in his ears.

"Why are you running baby?" You tease but he doesn't respond back and goes to his room.

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You and Sally were eating the cake while Paul talked with Tyson, his eyes shining while Paul talks about how good at Monopoly he is, Tyson makes a big smile as he hears the compliments leave the other man's mout.

Percy was talking to his father, he looked like a fisherman to you, not the mighty God of the Seas, but you guess that was his human form.. when he saw you he gave you a quick, but genuine smile, while he smiled you thought how much his green eyes represented Percy's, they were certainly family, but he was Tyson's dad too, and Tyson loved him as you saw with his 'Daddy' the moment Poseidon enetred the apartment. You still can't understand why the gods are always having children, don't they have more mighty things to do? Like protect they're land or the Olympus? You couldn't really understand.

You get out of these thoughts when Tyson asks if you want to play Uno, you can't say no right? So you two play.

As you are playing Percy comes back from his conversation with Poseidon, looking happy but at the same time kinda shaken up.

"Are you okay Perc?" You ask, not wanting to know how the hell Poseidon dissapeard, problaly god stuff, and he looks at you and smiles.

"Yeah..it's nothing that I'm not used to." He says and sits.

While he sits Paul calls in the kitchen.

'Problaly to talk about the wedding proposal.' You think.

He already told you that he wants to marry Sally, for you it's all good, he is already the person who takes you to school and you see the way Sally looks at him and he looks at her. You know that Percy is gonna accept it too. Paul is a really cool and swett guy.

You scream Uno while Tyson still has 5 cards and you smile proud of yourself.

After that you hear a knock at the door, Sally goes open it.

As she opens a man in a suit talks to her and after the talk she looks at you.

"Y/N, dear, can you come here?" You nod and come to the door.

Sally passes her arms around you while you look at the man.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but..this is complicated to say..well.. you're biological mother entered in contact with us. She says she wants to take care of you." He tells and both you and Sally look tense.

"But why would she want something with Y/N, she never showed interest in your life until now." Sally asks while looking at you.

You tense up.

"Well, I have a guess.." He sighs. "After Mr. Ugliano death all of his debts passed to her. Maybe taking care of her would be a indirect revenge with the person with the most connections with Mr. Ugliano. That is you, Y/N."

"No, that can't be!" Sally yells alerting the rest of the family that were in the living room (Percy was on is room.)

"I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson but Y/N isn't still legally your child." He says to her and looks at you. "If your mother wants to take your full care of you, she can even go to court."

"She isn't my mother, Sally is, I don't want to see her. Or be with her." You say your eyes starting to go red, Sally hugs you.

"If those adoption files didn't took that long.." She whispers that only the man can hear, he nods.

"Im sorry Mrs. Jackson, the best you can do is go to the court against her, maybe if you win the judges acelarate the adoption process."

Sally smiles to him and nods

"Thank you Sir for alerting us."

"It's nothing Mrs. Jackson, have a rest of a good party." He smiles at you and gets out of the apartment.

"Well looks like I'm going to court." She says as she closes the door and looks at Paul.

"...What?" He asks and while he is explaining you go to Percy's room to explain the situation.

When you open the door Percy is with another boy, who looks like a zombie, and emo, really emo.

"I can come back latter, bye Perc and Perc emo friend." You close the door again and go back to the living room, hearing a laugh after that, problaly Percy's.

Paul tells you that you don't need to worry when you get at the living room.

"When the time comes everything will be solved." He says.

You nod and hug him, he smiles at you.

The rest of the night you all play card games and after some hours Percy comes back from talking with his emo friend, looking again shaken up.

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All of your family is taking another party from the court win. Your mom didn't even have the conditions to take you in, and even if she had you weren't coming.

In some days Percy is also taking a vacation with is friend Rachel family.

Every time he talked about it to you, you made a knowing look, his love problems were as good as a reality show, you don't even want to know Annabeth face when she finds out. You could laugh with that.

But now not even Percy is thinking about that vacation he is thinking of how much you grew up since he met you, still in the control of Smelly Gabe, and how much more happy you were in these years after taking you with them.

He hugs you. Now that doesn't matter,

you are officialy Y/N Jackson.

#Spotify #part 2 #percy jackson x platonic reader #pjo #percy jackson and sally jackson #paul blofis #tyson #pjo x reader #platonic pjo please!!#gn reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #sally jackson x platonic reader #sally jackson #sally jackson x reader

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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Pour Some Sugar on Me (Rooster x Reader)

“How would you feel about a reserved all business pilot reader in TOP GUN with Rooster but he picks at her saying she doesn’t let loose and have fun so she shows up at his house to strip tease out of her flight suit to pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard don’t ask me where that came from I was listening to that song and that popped in my head 😂”

“Oh my god AHAHAHA, can I make it so that they're all at the bar when she does? I feel like that would be mad funny. Also I love that song, I call it my unofficial official stripper song so like I'm totally down.”

Requested by @kp9983

I tried so hard hahaha, I loved this idea so much. I have zero shame and zero regrets.

*****

“YOU SHAKE MY NERVES AND YOU RATTLE MY BRAIN– TOO MUCH LOVE DRIVES A MAN INSANE– YOU BROKE MY WILL– BUT WHAT A THRILL– GOODNESS, GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”

The bar was full of voices as Rooster, as per usual, was leading everyone and playing the Bradsahw’s signature song on the piano. Everyone was crowded around him, belting the words, but not you. There was no doubt that your head was bobbing along, your booty wiggling on the barstool, but you were planning practice mission strategies on a napkin.

You were a woman who needed to get stuff done when it was assigned to her, it was just in your nature. You needed answers to bigger questions and you needed them ASAP, no time to waste. That being said, when you weren’t busy, you were the life of the party. Many members of your previous squadron could testify to that. But being that you were almost always busy, it was hard for some people to see that side of you.

Looking up, you focused on a certain mustache making its way over to you. And some people just wouldn’t let it go.

The truth is, you liked Rooster a lot, like… like liked him. He was tall, handsome, funny, muscular, what else would anyone want? Sadly, you were a little out of the loop with him because you were cripplingly shy, and only around him. Resisting the urge to shrink into the barstool, you remained cool when you felt him walk up behind you.

“What? No singing, Breezy?” Rooster asked in mock surprise.

“Not tonight, I’m working out these strategies for the mission practice,” you mumbled to yourself. Little teeth marks covered the pencap where you had been gnawing on it, deep in thought.

“Why am I not surprised? Don’t you ever stop working?” Rooster criticized.

“Mmmmm..no,” you answered, only half listening. Then the pen was lifted out of your hands, and you looked over at the pilot next to you in annoyance.

“I think I know what your problem is now,” he mused, lowering his voice for only you to hear, “you don't know how to have fun.” He wore a smug smirk as he flicked the pen between his fingers, raising an eyebrow at you. He was teasing you, but you knew how to poke back.

“Ha! Yeah, Rooster,” you snorted, “I don't know how to have fun.” You mocked him in a dopey tone.

“Who says you don’t know how to have fun?” Phoenix asked, sitting down in the empty seat next to you.

“Rooster,” you answered, glaring at him. This only added to his shit eating grin. Phoenix’s eyes widened, and you were worried they might just pop out of her head.

“What?! You are so fun! How can you say that, Rooster?” Trace asked, astonished at his accusation. He laughed sarcastically, gesturing to you in general.

“Because, Phoenix, look at her! She’s sitting at a bar, doodling flight plans. She didn’t even change out of her flight suit for fucks sake!” Rooster pointed out everything he saw wrong with you at that moment, and it kinda hurt, “I’ll believe it when I see it, Trace.”

Something inside you was so crushed and irked at the fact that he believed you were a boring, uptight person. On the one hand, you wanted to leave him be because you didn’t need to prove anything to Rooster.

On the other hand you wanted to make him eat his words, shit eating grin and all. He dropped your pen and strolled away, and you turned to Penny, who was giving out drinks to customers left and right.

“Penny, my dear?” you asked sweetly as soon as you were sure Rooster couldn’t hear.

“Yes Breezy? What can I do for you?” she smiled politely.

“Can I do something stupid on your bar top to make a man eat his words?” you asked, your own shit eating grin filling your face.

Penny raised an eyebrow, as did Phoenix, but you just winked at them.

“Go for it,” Penny shrugged, curiosity giving in over every other urge to say no. Might bring more customers, who knows.

“I’ll need one shot first, if you don’t mind,” you requested, putting a one hundred dollar bill on her bar, “I’m sure there’s a bet going on behind my back that I’m about to win, so keep the change.”

Penny poured you a shot, which you took casually. You sauntered over to the jukebox and plugged it back in. The music came on through the speakers and you chose the perfect song, a smirk on your face as you glanced over at Rooster, who was sniggering about something or other. Probably your lack of personality.

You were shy when it came to Rooster, but you would be damned if you let someone call you boring. He was like a boy who teased someone because he had a crush on them, but you were a grown woman. Thanking your past self for wearing something nice under your flight suit today, you set the song into the queue and walked away.

Suck on this, Birdboy.

*****

Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback were all chatting about dumb shit they did in flight school while sweet Bob sat in the corner. I Love Rock ‘N Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts ended from the jukebox, and that's when your song started up. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.

Step inside, Walk this way,

You and me babe, Hey hey!

Coyote started coughing, choking on his drink. Bob’s eyes widened, and Hangman practically shouted.

“What the fuck…” Hangman trailed off, surprised but evident delight filling his expression.

Rooster raised an eyebrow and turned to face the bar where they were all looking. You stood on top of the bar, looking Rooster dead in the eyes, hips swaying slightly to the music as the song started up.

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on,

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone–

You strutted down the counter like it was a runway, earning some cheers and whistles. The hair tie that had kept your hair all neat was now removed, and you shook your waves out, hair now framing your face.

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp,

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Looking around the place, you saw other pilots, just as delighted as Hangman to witness what was going on on Penny’s bar top. That was the only confidence boost you needed.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Your fingers pulled the zipper of your flight suit down to your navel and you pulled the top of it off your shoulders, seductively showing off the white button up t-shirt you had on underneath.

You knew there wasn’t a man or woman in the room who didn’t have their eyes on your breasts, which were pushed up by the nicest lacey black bra you had, and on show from the lack of done up buttons.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

The sleeves of your flight suit dropped, freeing your arms. Your suit was now being worn like a pair of pants. Arms raised above your head, you started moving your hips back and forth in a more confident motion, your entire body swaying with the motion.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Your eyes wandered over to Rooster, and you almost doubled over with laughter at his face. The man’s jaw was slack with shock, and he was sweating. Next to him, the boys were whooping, Hangman was whistling, and even Bob was clapping.

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

You would give Rooster something to look at, since he couldn't stop staring at your hips.

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

You grabbed a pipe that was poking out from the ceiling, and hooked your thumb in your flight suit, pulling it down a little, now swinging your hips in circles. You were acutely aware that the hip of your matching panties were being flaunted, while you mouthed along to the words. You received a good number of whistles from the crowd for that one.

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

You ran your other hand down your body, your hand traveling over your hips. Whoops filled the bar from everyone but Rooster, who was too involved in thinking about scenarios in which his hands were there instead.

You ran the tip of your tongue against your front teeth, and you had no idea but that was the thing that drove Rooster wild all the time. He almost choked on his beer like Coyote did earlier.

Listen, red light, yellow light, green-a-light go

Crazy little woman in a one man show

Successfully having turned on every human being in the bar, and short circuiting Rooster, you had fun with it. A little air guitar here, a beer bottle microphone there, you were a performer in another life.

When the song ended, there wasn’t a person in the bar who didn’t cheer or whistle. You neglected any help off the counter, and slid off, black boots hitting the ground. You looked over at Penny, who was nodding in approval and Phoenix who looked like she was deceased from laughing.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, your grin wider than ever now.

“This,” Trace said, flipping her phone to you. You took a good long look at the immortalized image of Rooster, frozen in shock and dare you say turned on. The laugh that left you was loud enough for the whole bar to hear. Phoenix flipped to a picture of you dancing on the bar and you could tell why he was making that face.

Your flight suit hung low on your hips, showing off your curves and just a little of the panties you had bravely flaunted. Your skin was slightly sweaty and dear god did that bra do wonders for your breasts. You were giving fuck me eyes, and damn if you could you would have fucked yourself.

You looked over at the man in the picture, who was now drinking his beer quietly, still processing what he just witnessed and smirked in silent victory. Excusing yourself from Phoenix’s company, you strutted over to Rooster who almost fell over when he saw you.

“A-Are you gonna… put that back on?” he said, his voice strained. You raised an eyebrow, you were absolutely flirting now.

“Why Lieutenant? Does this bother you?” you put your hands on your hips, puffing out your chest ever so slightly. Rooster couldn’t help but look down, and did he just lick his lips?

“Okay, okay, I get it now,” he said, drawing it out, unable to tear his eyes from your chest, “I’ll never call you boring again…”

He finally looked back up as you leaned in close to his ear, whispering only for him to hear.

“Do you, uh, think you’d need any more demonstration?” you asked him suggestively. After the show you just put on, there was no shyness left in you. You made those fuck me eyes again, and Rooster stared back at you.

The hand that was holding his beer bottle shifted nonchalantly to cover his crotch, obviously self conscious of, ahem, something.

I think it was safe to say that Rooster never found you boring again.

*****

Thank you again, @kp9983 for the suggestion!

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #topgunmaverick #top gun

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nicherayyy · 1 year

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more la squadra x child! reader requests, you say? I GOTCHU LMAO. ok, how about a scenario were la squadra and team bucci are all meeting up for some mafia business stuff, with the meeting taking place at la squadra headquarters. however, team bucci just so happens to also have their own child who's around the same age as the reader and they brought the child along since they can't afford to leave them alone in their headquarters. so, while the meeting is happening, the reader and team bucci's child meet and begin playing with each other, talking about the teams who pretty much adopted them, and even showing each other their stands (if they have). by the time team bucci has to leave, the two children cry, still wanting to play (the reader even hugs team bucci's child as if to prevent them from having to leave LMAO), but not long before they're reassured that they can see each other again. 🥺

YAS! Our adorable reader needs a friend😭 Any suggestions for their name?

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child

“Can I come with you? I want to see uncle Bruno.. and play with uncle Narancia”, this was the question you’ve already asked a million times. Honestly, the whole La Squadra was kinda tired of it. You actually just like it when the Bucci Gang gets to babysit you. Uncle Mista and uncle Narancia always hang out out with you, eat with you the junk food Prosciutto would never even let to look at, etc. Uncle Giorno is also funny in his own way. He makes you real butterflies from napkins! Isn’t this incredible? Although his ear trick scares you a bit..

Uncle Abbacchio’s always grumpy. But he lets you do anything you want so that’s ok. Sometimes you can convince him to play a tea party with you, just make sure not to tell others that he wore a pink tiara. Uncle Fugo tries to teach you some serious school stuff. He never even gets angry with you and controls his anger really well. And uncle Bruno is so cool! He’s kind and always agrees to play with you, even if he’s busy trying to sign this boring work related documents.

“Alright”, Risotto sighed, finally giving up “Just make sure to be quiet, it’s an important meeting”. He can’t really say no to you, either can others.

The whole gang became more joyful when they saw you.

“Hello there, Y/N”, Giorno smiled to you, gently patting your head.

“We actually want you to meet someone”, Mista looked behind the living room door, where someone seemed to be hiding “Hey, don’t be shy buddy, come out”

After these words a child about your age came out from behind the door. Woah, you definitely didn’t expect that, anything but that. Your family also looked surprised.

Now you’ve become shy, you hardly ever interacted with children your age. It’s almost funny that you’re not scared to talk to a gangster in his middle thirties, but scared to start a conversation with other children. Well, you guessed that this feeling was mutual. You just looked at each other like “and what now?”. Maybe you would look at each other like that if your thoughts hadn’t been interrupted.

“Why don’t you two play together while we’re discussing something?”, Fugo started while other agreed, now disappearing in the other room. Well, you didn’t have any other choices, you looked at this child again, being silent.

“I can show you my room”, they said nervously, trying not to break eye contact “If you want of course”

“Sure”, you replied, taking their hand in yours “Lead the way”

The first ten minutes together were a little embracing. None of you knew what to say and there was an uncomfortable silence a few times. But after you saw a figure of your favourite cartoon character everything seemed to change. It turned out that you have a lot of common interests. You watched the same shows, read the same books and even liked the same food! After an hour you talked like an old friends. You have never laughed so hard in your life. Now you have a friend, an actual friend! Are you dreaming? And they have a stand too, pretty amazing one. For this few hours you talked about everything, especially your families.

You told your new friend how cool your family is.

“People think they’re scary, but they’re not! For example I’m not scared of them at all”

“I know”, they sighed “Some people are scared of my family too. I don’t understand why..”

Several hours had passed like that and you still had so many topics to talk about. Maybe you two could talk forever if it wasn’t time for you to go home.

“Hey kid”, Illuso looked at you from the mirror across from you “Ready to go?”

No. No you weren’t.

“Can I stay longer?”, you pleaded, almost tearing up. Your new best friend took your hand protectively.

“Sorry but no”, he shrugged his shoulders “Everyone already waits for you”.

In response you hugged your friend, already crying. “I’m not going anywhere without them!”, you whined.

“Everything alright there?”, Prosciutto tired of waiting knocked on the door.

“I don’t wanna go”, you replied, your friend now holding you with stronger grip.

“You two can play tomorrow if you’re so desperate”, now Melone joined the conversation, opening the door.

“Promise?”, you stopped crying.

“Promise”, Mel smiled to you.

Still with suspicious in your eyes, you agreed.

So for now, you’re always together. Slumber parties, play dates and other stuff. You two are inseparable! Now going to the same school and hanging out afterwards, helping each other with homework and projects. Your families truly amazed what a strong bond you grew, but they’re happy for you guys. Maybe this friendship will last for years? Who knows..

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 1 month

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Let's Play Pretend

A/N: Karlach really wanted to make her thoughts known and this was the result. Full length on AO3 and as always happy reading

A/N2: If you ever wanna see specific scenarios feel free to poke my inbox :) im enjoying seeing where this goes

Let's Play Pretend

Gale tugged at the sleeve of his robe once more. He used to enjoy going to parties, granted it was often because he was performing feats of magic most people could only dream of doing. But the conversation was also stimulating.

He wasn't meant to rub elbows with Lords and Ladies. Or rather, he didn't want to. And he was really only there because-

“Gale!”

Gale let out a soft oof and chuckled as he was enveloped in Karlach’s arms. He hugged her back. She smelled less of sulfur and the hells this time around. More like oranges and sandalwood. It’s warm, but not a burning type that might sear his skin if he’s not careful. It’s comfortable.

Familial.

She was happy as they let go of each other. And he admired her choice of attire. Simple, elegant and entirely her. Her dress, Gale notes, is in the Ravengard house colors. Form fitting, sleeveless but with thin straps over her shoulders and a slit up the left side to show off her toned legs.

“Do you like it?” She does a small twist this way and that. “It was the least god-awful thing I could get them to make me. No movement in anything else ya know? What happens if we have to go into battle?”

“And what would we be fighting?” Gale asked.

“These stuffed up tarts,” she answered. “Minus Wyll and his father.”

“If I’d known we’d be doing that, I would have brought my quarterstaff,” Gale joked. She smiled and leaned against the wall next to him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“How ya been Gale? Feels like ages since we’ve seen each other,” she nudged his shoulder.

“Just about a year I think,” he nodded and sipped his wine. “How have you been?”

“Oh you know, fighting imps, killing demons…found a forge master fixed my engine right up,” she grinned and tapped her chest. “Part of the reason we're here. Wyll’s been a real friend, keeping up with me in Avernus and first thing I told him once my engine got fixed and could survive out here, we'll take a break so he can spend time with his dad.”

They both looked over and saw Wyll talking with his father. Both Ravengard’s enjoying each other's company.

“I ain't complaining about the break either. Even got my own little private villa,” Karlach grinned. “And his dad really knows his cigars.”

Gale smiled. “I'm glad. You deserve it Karlach. You both do.”

“So where's Fangs?” She asked. “Figured he'd be all up for a chance to rub elbows with all these stiffs.”

“He had some business to take care of. We agreed to meet here,” Gale answered. He drank more wine and scanned the room for one of the servers with another tray of glasses.

“And things are good with you two?” She asked.

He doesn’t miss the inquiring tone of her voice, borderline skeptical.

“Of course, why wouldn't they be?” He asked.

“Just, two of you, kinda sudden ya know? We all go our separate ways then Withers gets us all together and you and Astarion are living together, engaged. I mean fucking hell, am I gonna come back after another year to find out you two adopted or something?”

Gale snorts into his wine and coughs. He quickly sets the glass on the table to keep from spilling the remainder all over himself and a few people are looking their way. Karlach usher’s him outside to one of the emptier balconies patting his back.

She’s joking. He knows she’s joking but god’s does that still make him squirm. Marriage, even one of willing convenience is one thing. But a child? He wouldn’t even subject Tara to this kind of life let alone a child.

She winced and checked over her shoulder to make sure they weren’t being watched by prying eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “Bad joke?”

He coughed and took the napkin she offered to wipe his mouth, and let out a potentially strangled laugh. “Just a bit Karlach.” He patted her shoulder. “And...it just sort of happened.” He wanted his wine.

“Alright well, how?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“You say it just sort of happened, but you've never actually answered the question. Even then, ‘oh ya know, just one of those whirlwind things’,” she tried to imitate his voice. “‘You know Astarion, he’s never one to do things half-assed.’ ‘Just swept me off my feet…’”

“My voice is not that high,” he crossed his arms over his chest and caught the engagement ring in question on his finger.

Gold band with ruby center. Diamond’s set on either side. It’d been enchanted, so the only way it was coming off was if Astarion wanted it off or Gale cut off his own finger. He just didn’t have the nerve.

“It kinda is,” she replied.

He ran a hand through his hair. “There isn’t much to tell Karlach. It really sort of just…happened. I was surprised as you were but, when he looked at, when he asked me, when he…when he told me, I suppose I got caught up in it all. Isn’t that what they say love is supposed to feel like? Like your hearts caught in a vice?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Karlach put her hand on his shoulder.

“There you are!”

They parted as if burned. Astarion stood in the open doorway with his hands on his hips. Red eyes flitting between Karlach and Gale. Her hand still hovered in the air from where it’d been on Gale’s shoulder.

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#gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale x astarion #bloodweave #gale dekarios #fanfic #dark fic #dead dove fic #vampire ascedant astarion #dark consort gale #post game #karlach #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #bg3 karlach

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crow2222 · 6 months

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Darry with a shrimp/sea food allergy that he and the gang only realize after he's eaten it?

I'm genuinely curious of how and why you thought of this, it left me stumped for a while because I don't have any allergies 😭 but after weeks of being in my drafts, here you go!!

WC; 1268

Summary; The gang go out to celebrate Darry's big promotion until something goes horribly wrong.

We were out for food after I found out I had a big promotion coming up, for some ungodly reason I let my brothers decide the place we'd be going for dinner and for some reason I knew I'd regret the seafood.

It all happened not in the way that I expected. I just figured I wouldn't like it or something, I really only liked the grilled fish the way Dad used to make it, or maybe my body couldn't digest it and I'd stay up in the bathroom.

The restaurant itself seemed pretty soc-y for a couple of greasers like us and the amount of times I had to stop the guys from misbehaving is embarrassing.

At least we were in our nice clothes. As nice as we own anyways.

Pony, Soda, Steve, Twobit and I quickly got our orders in, where I also had to remind them there's still a price limit, which was mostly directed at my non-blood brothers. "Just because I got a promotion doesn't mean I'm suddenly made of money" I hissed to Twobit who tried to get the most expensive meal on the menu.

Afterwards, Twobit made sure everyone in that damn restaurant heard his latest story with a blonde he "managed to score", which was so foul I had to cover Pony's ears after my attempt of shutting up the culprit himself was futile.

It didn't take long for our food to arrive, and I actually found my shrimp and rice enjoyable. It was a bland meal sure, but I was used to simple dishes from my own cooking, surely there's nothing wrong with getting something small, whereas Ponyboy thought the opposite and got himself a huge steak which not even I could finish by the looks of it.

And then on the other side of me, Soda seemed upset because his meal (salmon) wasn't dyed another colour like he'd find himself doing so, but I didn't bother to even comfort him. No one else did either, it's just one of those things you can't talk about to him. If I knew any better, he probably had a blue dye bottle in his shoe he might pull out any second to dye our food.

Twobit got lobster tail which seemed interesting to me, so much so that I managed to sneak a bit of it for myself once his head was turned. I didn't really dislike it, but it was just not my kinda thing.

And last but not least, Steve. He also had something with shrimp in it like me, but it seemed more like a complicated dish. It resembled a salad which looked like an impossible meal for a sweet tooth like Steve to eat but glory, he ate it all up. I'll give him that much.

I had to admit I felt a bit weird as I stared at my cleared plate. I don't know what it was, maybe the seafood was actually going to make me sick like I feared, but I didn't bring any notice to my odd feeling and quickly wiped my runny nose with my napkin before we got up.

Once I paid the bill I was preparing to regret anyways, we headed out to the Dingo to meet up with other guys to have fun with. I knew what the fun was going to consist of, so despite the heat from the gang and nicknames like "buzzkill" and "party-pooper" being thrown at me, despite the fact I was the reason they were even celebrating in the first place, I was going to head home. The way I had to start fighting the urge to throw up just convinced me to get home faster.

I was mumbling my goodbye's to everyone at the parking lot and telling Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home at curfew or else we'd have a problem, but my threats weren't coming off strong with my sudden shortness of breath.

I let out a sharp wheeze at the end of my sentence as my breathing started to quicken, as if I couldn't get enough air.

"Darry?" Sodapop immediately knew something was up judging by his tone of his voice, or maybe it was Ponyboy. I don't remember..

I let my calloused fingers wrap around my throat as I gasped and coughed violently, each cough racking through my body. What the fuck is happening? Twobit tried to remove my hands clutching my neck for some reason, did he think I was choking myself or something? I felt my throat get squeezed more and more with each passing second.

The nausea quickly became overwhelming, to the point where I let myself fall to my knees and double over, ready to get rid of the poison in my stomach but my cough was completely stopping me.

I could feel the confusion and panic from the gang around me, but I had no answers like I'd usually have. I felt just as confused and panicked as them, if not more.

I felt tears prickle through my eyes as I screwed them shut. Somethings very fucking wrong.. Why is this happening?

I felt so many hands on me and eventually I heard the old creak of the truck. That's when I realised I was pushed into the passengers seat. I don't know who was beside me, or driving, or who were the lucky friends stuck in the back but I couldn't find myself caring as I struggled to breathe, the itch covering my arms wasn't helping either.

I was trying, I was trying so goddamned hard to breath but to no avail. I was spluttering and choking still, with a gasp of air here and there that managed to keep me somewhat conscious. I feel the need to say "somewhat" because if I was going to be honest, I felt like I was on the brink of staying conscious.

I had a mighty strong itch on my arms at this point but I was too preoccupied with holding my throat to scratch myself. I don't know why I was doing that, a reflex I guess.

We must've arrived at the hospital at some point during my rushing thoughts because next thing I know, I was on a stretcher, maybe I was on the couch at home? and cold hands were all over me again, this time they were fighting me with my arms, I remember the satisfying feeling of letting go of myself and punching someone before they managed to get my arms stiff by my side.

Someone was holding me down, and before I could open my eyes to the harsh lights that was visible from my eyelids, I felt something cold enter in my thigh.

I didn't know if my brothers were even near me at this point, but I was rolled somewhere where I was pricked with something again and finally a mask on my face.

I greedily took in the air given to me, which I realised was even possible because my throat wasn't as closed up anymore. Did they actually help me?

It then took a little while longer until all the medical staff left and my brothers were allowed in.

Despite my mind still being a bit fuzzy, I listened to the nurse that entered alongside my brothers that explained my situation. I had something called an anaphylactic shock.

Basically, I had a severe allergy reaction to something, and I know exactly what it was.

The glance Ponyboy and Sodapop shared told me they knew as well.

"How about rice and beans next time Darry?"

God I hated them.

#the outsiders #darry curtis #theoutsiders #the outsiders darry curtis #you're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?#please give me feedback #i know i can improve #is this pov and tense confusing? i hope not

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twiixr4kidz · 2 years

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Ok this will be da final request…. Scott and the evil exes on their wedding day with y/n headcanons!!! I just luv ur work so much XD

but ofc!!

scott and the evil exes on your wedding day!!

scott pilgrim

I KNOW I SAY HE CRIES A LOT BUT HE'S A BIG CRYBABY

cries when he sees you in your outfit, cries when he sees you walking down the aisle, cries before, during, and after the ceremony, cries during the afterparty, cries when you're cutting the cake, cries shoving the cake into your face

he cannot believe it's happening

he cannot believe ANYTHING is happening

bro is just shocked and so so happy

matthew patel

as the resident cornball, you can BET matthew's been waiting for this day

he's been dreaming about the most picture perfect wedding between the two of you, and as the ceremony is going underway, he just realizes

it's like something hits him

and he can't stop smiling

he looks like a dork, the way he's smiling so widely in his suit and tie, just grinning from ear to ear as he stares at you

and the way he quite literally SWOOPS YOU OFF YOUR FEET TO KISS HIM??

lucas lee

oh, lucas

bro is sighing all dreamily at the very thought of marrying you, so when it's actually happening, it's a dream come true for him

he loves the idea of settling down with you

just the two of you, living together and coexisting as both your own people and as a whole

he's so suave too? he's just telling you the most romantic things the entire day

he doesn't cry, but he's close to it

todd ingram

he is a walking ball of anxiety

does he look nice? is everything going to go as planned? are you having second thoughts? is he having seconds thoughts? are these second thoughts? or is he just overthinking?

LITERALLY SHAKING PROFUSELY but he refuses to show his anxiety aside from that

grasps your hands the whole time and stares longingly into your eyes

you can tell he's seconds from just kissing you and hugging you so tight you feel like you're going to explode

he's resisting the urge but you're standing there, so close to him, and you look so perfect he feels like his knees are going to buckle and he's going to fall over

HE'S A MESS

literally bawls into your arms when the two of you are alone

roxie richter

literally bouncing off the walls

look, okay, so... roxie never really thought? of getting married?

it wasn't something she considered to be a life goal, and she honestly kinda frowned at the idea of marriage

but the two of you had a long discussion about what marriage meant to the two of you instead of what it meant to the rest of the world

and now that it was actually happening and the two of you were getting married?

SHE'S SCREAMING, SHE'S CRYING, SHE'S GIGGLING, SHE'S LIKE A RABID PING PONG BALL

you've asked her like 12 times if she's sure she's okay but she's so overwhelmed with happy emotions that she just cannot control herself

and she's all the more excited when everything goes smoothly

she's so happy, and she knows for a fact that you are too

kyle katayanagi

he broke out the most expensive looking suit for this occasion

to be honest, he's worried he's not gonna look as good as you because as soon as you come walking down that aisle, he's going to start drooling

he already knows you're going to look literally perfect

totally freaking out but also so so so excited for this new chapter in your lives

he's a lot more relaxed than he usually is

until the afterparty, where his true party animal comes out and he gets drunk and starts throwing confetti at everybody

the confetti is napkins he ripped up

you're gonna have your hands full with this one

ken katayanagi

as soon as he makes eye contact with you, his entire expression melts into this smile that screams "you're the one"

the way he holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of them

and the way kisses you so passionately

he's always been so good with words, but in this moment, he doesn't need to rely on them

his actions say it all

he's never been happier to live out the rest of his days and get old with someone until he met you

gideon graves

big surprise, gideon goes ALL OUT

the fanciest food you've ever layed your eyes on, the entire set-up looks so glamorous, and you can only wonder how much he spent on everything

except no you can't, because with the way he's looking at you, you're too focused on the fact that OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING

but, like todd, he's very anxious that this is actually happening

ofc he's excited, but his past still haunts him and he wants you to trust him

and as he looks into your eyes, he tells you how you're the most attractive person he's ever seen

how he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you

and most of all, how's he so happy that you chose him

and it's then that he realizes you do

you trust him.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingra #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw

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outro-jo · 9 months

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masterpiece (18+)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x amab reader

type: smut (minors and ageless blogs dni)

warnings: established relationship (hookup but not rly dating), kinda non-idol au, the reader’s gender is never explicitly mentioned just that they have a dick, hyunjin is called nicknames like pretty boy, sort of sub/dom dynamics, hyunjin is a brat (wbk), masterbation, mlm, anal, hand job, descriptions of readers cock and body, they come on a canvas idfk, implied second round

notes: wrote this for my friend’s birthday and thought i’d post it bc there are so few mlm and wlw kpop fics on here. when requests open up, please don’t request smut. i’m still not super keen on posting it 😅 but i hope y’all enjoy 🤍

please read info before requesting!

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hyunjin was thrilled about his new apartment. he loved after so many years of living in a dorm with a bunch of other guys to have a place he could finally call his own. finally he was able to decorate the way he wanted and fill the fridge with something other than plain, unseasoned chicken breasts. he could put flowers on his dining room table for the sun to cascade early morning light on. he could hang up art form other artist that inspire him and have furniture other than a couch left on the street and a weight lifting chair. most of all, he was thankful for a comforting place he could call home.

he had invited said other guys and some friends to a house warming party because he was just so excited to show the place off. you were surprised to get an invite but in all fairness, you would be getting invites to his place more often.

the two of you met at his usual cafe, when he was getting this third americano of the day and it unfortunately ended up on your shirt. what was less unfortunate was you choosing to wear a white shirt that day and the dark coffee soaked through, showing your toned torso. you were thankful you started seeing that new hot personal trainer at your gym once you saw the glint in hyunjin’s eyes and smirk he was unsuccessful in hiding as he took the flimsy napkins to your shirt. when he gave you his number, he intended to take you out as an apology but the both of you ended up liking staying in a lot better and it became bit of an occurrence to meet up at your place since he had roommates.

now you were getting a look at his place. you showed up only slightly late, (you couldn’t seem too eager) the door was open displaying the party going on inside. everyone was standing around talking with glasses full of red wine. hyunjin was mid-conversation with felix when he noticed you and rushed over.

“hey, you came!” he kissed you on the cheek.

“that’s what i said last week.” you mumbled in his hear, earning a playful smirk.

“cheeky… come on in!”

your gaze trailed the expanse of the apartment’s main living area, trying not to think about how good he looked. unbeknownst to you, hyunjin was doing the very thing you were avoiding, taking every inch of you in, sipping on his wine to seem less obvious to everyone else in the room that he was eye-fucking you. his interior design skills should be praised, finding the right balance of comfort and beauty, much like the man himself. neutral colored furniture appropriately accented the pops of color that came from the art on the walls and shelves. he had an artists eye, that much was obvious.

tonight there was something different. maybe it was something in the air or the way he dressed or something about the ease of which he carried himself in his own place, but even as the two of you parted, each respectively mingling with the other guests, you couldn’t help your gaze from landing on him. he looked damn good. half of his hair was loosely tied up on his head and a dark green linen button down was loosely tucked into a pair of slacks. a few of the buttons had been undone to show the tank top clinging to his body. thinly framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, raising slightly when he inevitably scrunched his nose in laughter. even when he was being cute hyunjin was driving you absolutely wild.

as the night progressed, you noticed the tightness in your pants having to tuck you dick up in your waistband when you excused yourself to the bathroom at one point. but it was no use and while you didn’t plan on anything happening that night and you had not received any indication of hyunjin hoping to hook up that night, you couldn’t help yourself. some of the invited guests slowly started to filter out and the host was ushering them out when you snuck off to a side room. you chose to leave the lights off, not bothering with them as you stumbled in the darkness, ripping off your belt and tugging you pants and boxers down your thighs just enough to pull your painfully hard dick out.

you slowly began to tease yourself, thinking of the way hyunjin had done it before, tracing the pronounced veins similar to the way his tongue had. he had looked so good on his knees for you, eyes wide and round to plead innocence while hardly performing an innocent task. a hard shudder ran down your back as you collected the wetness that had leaked from your tip to spread it across your girth—something you remember hyunjin commenting on when you first met up.

“i’ve never been with someone as thick as you before.” he breathed out in anticipation, his cheeks burning at the confession.

what he himself lacked in thickness was well made up for in length. you two were the perfect pair, completing what the other lacked. you thought about his long, pretty, pink dick as you stroked your own. wet, sloppy noises filled the room and you couldn’t help but moan softly. as good as your hand felt, you knew he felt so much better, thinking of when he had you in his mouth and once stretching out that cute little asshole. the way it gaped open from your size—

“ah, fuck… hyunjin, fuck!”

your ministrations didn’t come out as quiet as you hoped but thankfully it was sounding more quiet beyond the four walls of the dark room. stumbling back, lost in your pleasure, your hand instinctively landed on the table behind you and suddenly felt a little wet. if you had more of your wits about you, you might have notice the faint smell of paint that filled the air but you were too far gone in your bliss.

just a bit more. you were so close. the tightness in your stomach was building as the muscles contracted beneath you. your groans were coming out more strangled now as you felt yourself starting to tip over the edge. suddenly as you began your descent, the door opened and the light was flicked on. hyunjin propped himself up on the doorframe with an amused smile playing at his plush lips.

“i see you found my art studio.”

the newly lit room allowed for you to finally see where exactly you had stumbled into. different mediums, pallets, and tools scattered across the tables and a large canvas stood on an easel in front of you, dripping with… not paint. the wet you had felt before when you gripped on the table was a lovely shade of blue as you looked down at your hand to inspect it. your cheeks burned a nice crimson to compliment the color nicely.

hyunjin pushed off the doorjamb and stalked towards you, “if you wanted to paint all you had to do was ask, baby.” his tone was light and playful with a slight edge of condescension.

he leaned forward with both hands grabbing your jaw to inhale you into a rough kiss. without thinking, your blue stained hand reached up to grasp at the back of his neck. the force of hyunjin’s body against yours sent you back into the table but this time your opposite hand landed to support you and picked up a bit of green paint. without breaking the kiss, hyunjin removed his glasses and tossed them on the table behind you before pulling off his button down (not bothering to undo the buttons individually). your paint stained hand found purchase on his waist, turning the white tank he had tucked into his pants blue and green respectively. he moaned wistfully against you as he deepened the kiss, with his tongue searching for yours in your mouth. he tasted of the red wine he was sipping on earlier and smelled of his usual cologne that had you weak in the knees. his hand tucked in between your bodies, blindly reaching for your cock that began to quickly harden again at his touch.

hyunjin chuckled, breaking the kiss slightly with a smirk, “getting hard again, baby? i thought you just came.”

“thinking about fucking that tight little ass of yours again,” you told him, sliding your hand down to grab it with a light squeeze to make him jolt in your touch.

“well,” kiss, “what are you waiting for?”

god, this fucking brat. you groaned internally and externally before spinning hyunjin around. your hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as you reached around in front of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor. your wet cock teased his ass crack making his head fall back in your shoulder as he moaned. he was so fucking pretty. spit pooled in your mouth before you filled your hand and spread it between his cheeks, two fingers plunged into his right hole. hyunjin whimpered and rutted his bum into you, the ample mound of his cheek rubbing against your hard on.

“fuck,” you hissed.

“please, baby… i need you inside me.” hyunjin whined as you stretched him out.

you hummed, “i have to stretch you out, pretty boy,” you felt him clench around your fingers, “don’t wanna hurt you.” you placed kisses on his open mouth.

“please… i can take it.” he could feel his mind already going fuzzy as your fingers brushed up against his prostate.

“hmm, if you say so.”

you pulled your fingers out of him slowly, making him groan then placed a hand on his thigh, making sure to graze his hard, bouncing dick, before grabbing a hold of your own to slowly push into him. a frenzy of moans left hyunjin’s lips as he felt himself stretch around your girth. his walls welcomed you warmly as you bottomed out, his bum fully pressed against your hips. you hum, feeling fully content and pressed kisses to hyunjin’s exposed throat column as his head was resting on your shoulder. waiting just a moment for him to adjust to you, you reached your now free hand around to stroke him gingerly, earning another chorus of wanton moans.

“baby… please move,” he begged desperately.

slowly you complied, starting to match your strokes to sync with each other causing hyunjin to bury his face into your neck. his arms reaching up to grip a fistful of your hair and tugging. you hiss at the action. his whines get more high pitched as he pants warm breath on to your neck, raising goosebumps on the delicate skin. your thumb grazes over his sensitive tip which results in a jolt from him.

“fuck, i—, ugnnhh” any attempts hyunjin made at speaking were thwarted by your thrusts that began to increase in speed.

“what’s the matter, gorgeous? feel too good? my cock has you too dumb to speak… huh? that pretty head of yours all empty?” you teased him, watching the way his chest turned crimson.

“yes… yes, god!”

you could feel by the way he clenched around you and the way he throbbed in your hand that he was getting close, your own high not too far behind. your thrusts lost their precision as his hips rocked to meet yours. the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“my beautiful artist…” you mused, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “you wanna paint with me? mix your cum with mine on that canvas? c’mon, pretty boy, i know your close. let go for me.”

with that, hyunjin’s hips stilled as he tensed up and pitifully grunted out. you held his dick up so that his release splattered all across the canvas over your own from before. when he finished, you pulled out of him, he instinctively cuddled into your side, as he usually does, and you came on the canvas once more. hyunjin in his post coital daze, was pressing kisses all over your neck almost in gratitude. as much as you loved the act of sex with hyunjin, you almost loved his afterglow more. he was always so cute and cuddly, wanting to be close to you and kiss you as much as possible.

you came down from your high with heavy pants, looking down at hyunjin with a lovesick smile that he easily returned then kissed off your lips. after a few moments, he separated and turned to look at your masterpiece.

“i’m glad i gessoed it black. you can see it better.” he mused softly.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “i think it’s your best work, baby.”

hyunjin playfully rolled his eyes, lightly slapping your chest as he finally reached down to grab his pants, exposing his ass to you, making you gasp and your eyes go wide.

“jinnie! i got paint…”

hyunjin threw his head back and laughed at your horror, “it’s ok. it’s a water based paint so it’ll wash out. wanna help me?”

“lead the way, picasso.”

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