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cherri-balms · 1 year

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🍒Sally Face Requests!!🍒

Hi!! I'm Reze, and I'm officially opening up my writing blog!

I'm going to try and keep it simple for now, so I will be accepting any kind of requests for Sally Face x Readers! Please don't be shy to send something in, I'm really looking for inspiration right now!

Just make sure to read my rules before requesting hehehe ❤️

#🍒Send Text...#Sally Face #Sally Face headcanons #Sally Face scenarios #Sally Face x Reader #Sal Fisher x Reader #Larry Johnson x Reader #Todd Morrison x Reader #ashley campbell x reader #Travis Phelps x Reader #Sal Fisher headcanons #Larry Johnson headcanons #Travis Phelps headcanons #ashley Campbell headcanons

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keerysfreckles · 1 month

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hiii!!!! lando and best friend reader and shes gotten into one of those sad days because shes thinking of how shes never dated anyone or had her first kiss or anything. and he offers to take her out on a date as friends and thats when he realizes hes in love with her (shes been in love with him this whole time). but they dont really say anything, but they just get increasingly more affectionate as best friends as the days go by. and everyone around them can see theyre so in love with each other - 🍒anon

loveless — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, slight swearing

a/n: lando p5 in japan HE WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING ON PODIUM

masterlist !

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y/n loved her small apartment in monaco. she loved it so much in fact that she's convinced her best friend that she's fine staying in day after day.

however if you got to know y/n, you'd learn this is out of the ordinary for the girl. usually she'd be out partying with lando, or hanging around the other members of the f1 grid. not sulking in her bathrobe and pajamas for three days in a row.

on the fourth day she recieved multiple texts from her best friend, lando norris, asking if she wanted to go out for drinks with him and a couple of friends.

y/n groaned, after reading the messages more than once. she really didn't have the energy to go out. not since her almost date last week didn't go as planned.

she met a rather attractive uni student on tinder, and they talked for a few days to get to know each other. less than a week later they planned to have dinner at a nice monegasque restaurant.

long story short, said tinder date never showed up, and never texted y/n the next morning explaining himself.

before the 'date' y/n didn't really believe in love. so of course, this screwed up with her perception of it even more.

lando was informed about the date, and was happy for y/n. he knew her history of falling in love was bleak, and he just wanted to be happy for her. so seeing his best friend wrapped up in three colorful blankets in her messy bedroom put a damper in his mood.

"what did i tell you about laying in the dark?" lando's voice surprises y/n. she jumps, before pausing her netflix show on her laptop.

"lan? what are you doing here?" she sits up, her eyes adjusting to the light lando just turned on.

lando sits on the edge of the bed, moving the laptop away from y/n, causing her to sit up as well.

"well you never answered my texts about going out tonight, so i figured i'd come here. plus you gave me that apartment key years ago."

y/n sighs. she knows she doesn't have the energy to go out tonight. "do i have to?"

lando sends y/n a sympathetic look. "maybe it could get your mind off that douche who stood you up last week. he obviously missed out on getting to know a great girl."

y/n's heart warmed at lando's words. he always knew how to cheer her up after she fell down.

y/n lets out a groan and falls back onto her pillows, her blankets encasing her once again.

"what if i never fall in love?" y/n thinks out loud. "or never go on a proper date? or mever even have my first kiss?"

lando's eyebrows furrow, "you've never had your first kiss?"

y/n takes the opportunity to kick his thigh, "yes shitbird, you know this." she lets out a small chuckle as he groans from the attack.

lando recalls her words again, "wait you've never been on a date either?"

y/n shakes her head, "nope."

"so that's why you're so beat up about this one not working out. i get it now," lando stands and walks towards y/n's opened closet door.

y/n sits up again, "lando what are you doing? i told you i don't feel like going out tonight."

lando ignores her for a moment as he continues sifting through her closet. his eyes and hands stop on a light purple dress.

"you still have this?" he holds it at an angle so y/n can see from her bed.

she nods, "of course. i've never gotten rid of any birthday present from you."

lando silently takes it off the hanger and throws it on the bed, making y/n confused.

"you and i are going out tonight," lando says confidently. "i'm taking you on a proper date. i'll text pierre, charles and carlos that i'll go out with them some other time."

y/n stares at him dumbfounded. she can't believe lando is taking her out on a date.

"when you say a proper date, what exactly does that entail?" y/n wonders, now removing her blankets from her body.

lando starts looking through y/n's very impressive shoe collection. "a very nice drive to an expensive restaurant, possinly with a candle lit dinner. you and i enjoying the best monegasque food we can. and maybe end the date with a classic near-the-front-door kiss."

y/n's taken back by his words again. she can't believe what she's hearing.

lando places a pair of white heels beside the dress on the bed, and leans forward slightly. "i'll be waiting in your living room, okay?" and with that, he kisses her forehead. the motion's been done a million times, but this time however felt different for the both of them.

y/n stares at her now closed bedroom door, and chuckles in disbelief while picking up the dress. maybe this was the push she needed to get out there again. party with her friends, and maybe go on more dates.

so she did as lando told. she was quick to brush through her hair, and change into the dress and heels. she styled it with silver jewelry and made sure to grab her small handled clutch before leaving her room.

lando stands from the couch. "now i think you look much better in this, than being covered in blankets."

y/n blushes at his words.

"do you have an idea of where we're going?" she locks her apartment door behind her, before lando leads her down the stairs with his hand on her lower back.

—

lando was starstuck.

during the ride to the restaurant, all the way up until they got the bill. (of course being the gentleman he is, he paid.)

he could barely take his eyes off y/n. he saw them shimmer as she spoke about her new job starting this month. he noticed how excited she got when he parked outside her favorite fancier restaurant.

now he was holding her heels for her, after giving her his jacket once the midnight air hit her skin. they were walking along the streets of monaco, planning on doing a little wrap around the block to get back to lando's car.

as the duo was talking and walking, they're arms kept brushing against each others. y/n couldn't help but giggle almost everytime, thanks to the white wine slowly making it's way in her system from dinner.

lando thought it was the best sound in the world.

on the way back to y/n's apartment, lando contemplated resting his hand over her thigh. she sat towards him, angling her body, so in theory he easily could hold onto her leg. however he refrained, but his heartbeat sped up when he felt y/n grab his right hand. she played with his fingers, and ending up enclosing her hand in his. he hummed at the feeling.

"so, we've done almost everything on my list to get you to have a perfect date," lando speaks as the pair stops right in front of y/n's door.

"what are we missing?" y/n asks, forgetting what he had stated earlier in the evening.

lando smiles down at the girl, his pupils dilating. "in order for you to have a perfect date, we have to have a near-the-front-door kiss."

y/n instantly blushes. she's thought about kissing lando before, but never thought any of her daydreams would become a reality.

lando steps forward and places his unoccupied hand on her pink cheek. he runs his thumb over the skin, and notices her pupils becoming wider.

"so what do you say?" lando almost whispers, the rasp in his voice becoming evident.

y/n looks between his eyes, and can't come up with a complete sentence as her mind falls blank.

silently y/n stands on her tip toes and grabs lando's face between her hands. she brings him down to her to connect their lips.

his taste like chocolate, from the slice of cake he ordered for dessert. hers taste like sugar and cinnamon from the cocktail she had at the end of the night.

lando brings his other hand around to y/n's back. she can't help but smile against his lips at the feeling of his arm around her. in the hundreds of times she's pictured kissing her best friend, it never ended like this.

the two finally pulled away, both of their cheeks blushed and pupils wide.

they both let out a rather large breath, and in the span of three seconds, y/n's opening her apartment door with lando following right on her tail. before they can fully step inside, lando's lips meet hers again, and lando definitely plans on spending the night.

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cherriesformatt · 2 months

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collab of the year || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt invites you to meet some friends

warnings: none I think maybe a little suggestive

word count: 1,2k

a/n: hope you like this one

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I was in my bed scrolling through twitter and all I had on my page was videos and pictures from Tara's party. Which Chris and Nick attended while me and Matt had a little gateway trip for our anniversary. They called him on FaceTime and that ended up in Tara's vlog. Everyone thinks it was hilarious including me. I also loved all of the memes with Matt going to bed while the party was happening.

When we came back boys told us about everyone and that they really had fun. I was really happy about that because they usually don't really go out that much. Especially not to parties.

I stopped scrolling when I felt arms around my body.

"Good morning" I heard Matt's raspy, morning voice.

I smiled when I felt little kisses on the back of my neck sending shivers down my body.

"Morning..." I said and turned around to face him.

I smiled when he opened his eyes.

"I am surprised it's like 9 and you're up" I laughed and fixed his hair from his eyes.

"Well...I have things to do" He said and smiled.

"Like what?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Like...you" He pulled me to himself even more and I was about to kiss him when I heard loud knocks on the door.

"Are you guys up? And dressed? Can I come in?" Chris said from the other side of the door and I looked at Matt and kissed his cheek and moved away a little.

"Yes... come in" I said and Matt growled and covered his head with a pillow.

Chris came into the room and looked at us.

"I have news!" He sat on the bed next to Matt.

"Me too, I actually hate you both right now" Matt said and threw the pillow from his face at Chris.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I put my hair into the bun and looked at Chris.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Tara invited us for dinner to celebrate 1 mil, she wants us to meet Johnnie. Jake, Larray, Sam and Colby are going to be there too. Nick also said that they can come over here after dinner and we could hang out. y/n you will finally meet Tara!" Chris said.

I looked at him. Pure panic in my eyes. I need to clean up this place.

"Well... Then I should start to clean already" I said. That was kinda my thing. Cleaning when I am stressing out.

I spent half of my day cleaning the house, even if it was already pretty clean. Boys helped me a little, mostly Matt. Chris said he is going to clean his own room. Do I believe him? No.

"So should I like match the energy and go all black?" I asked Matt going through my clothes. I already did my make up and was standing in my underwear trying to find something I like.

"I already told you, wear whatever feels like good for you" He said looking at his PC.

"I hate men" I said dramatically and texted Nick to come downstairs.

He walked into the room and looked at me.

"Wow... I bet the other triplet does not get this view. All because I'm gay, how lucky..." He said sarcastically.

"I get more than that..." Matt blinked at him with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, my room is above you, I fucking know" He said.

"What do I wear? Help me…He is useless" I looked at Nick pointing at Matt.

"Can't you wear that dress you bought last time we went thrift shopping? And the platform docs with it" He said and went to my jewelry box.

"Those are cool, wear this too" He put a chain and some small hoops on the dresser.

"Thank you Nick" I smiled at him and started to put the outfit together.

"See learn that for the next time" I told Matt when his brother left the room.

"Just to be sure... Did Chris saw you in your underwear?" He asked and I laughed. Can't believe he was still thinking about it.

"Probably? I don't know, who cares...Matt maybe I am just going to stay home" I said and sat on the bed.

"You literally need to stop overthinking that. You know that I also am not a fan of big groups but this people are really cool and chill. It's gonna be okay" He looked at me and smile.

"You look beautiful as always and everyone is going to love you" He stood up from his chair and came up to me.

He put both of his hands on my cheeks and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled and wrinkled my nose.

"Alright..alright.. you will ruin my make up Matthew" I took his hands of my face giving him one more quick kiss.

The dinner went great. They all were really nice. Me and Matt were the only couple there so sometimes they made little jokes about it. I felt very welcome even if I wasn't part of their world. I tried to stay out from the cameras usually. But I didn't want to be rude so when they were filming stories I was on it. I was kinda stressing about people talking shit about me.

When we came to our house and at first we talked and played games together. Then we decided to go to topgolf but before that they wanted to film some TikToks.

"You and Matt are literally a goal couple. He is just so sweet checking on you all the time. Look at him he is scared I'm going to eat you" Tara said to me and I laughed.

"Yes.. he is the best" I looked at Matt with a big smile.

"Do you wanna film TikTok with me? I love your outfit so much" She asked me and i said "fuck it if tara yummy asks you to make a TikTok with her you make a TikTok with her" in my head.

"Okay...I usually only post for my friends but if you want I'm in" I smiled.

We decided to use "Tara Yummy is a mindset" audio since we kinda match with our outfits. She was a real sweetheart and such a funny person. They all were.

"I am really glad you are having fun tonight" Matt said while we were driving to top golf. He put his hand on my knee and smiled.

"It's really fun I'm glad we are doing this. And that you guys are meeting more people" I said and looked at the back at his brothers.

"Girl your and Taras TikTok is so viral" Nick showed me and my eyes went big for the numbers.

"Fuck... that's crazy" I said and Chris laughed.

"Told you that you should start to film as well" He said.

"No thank you..I just couldn't say no to Tara" I laughed.

Topgolf was souper fun. I won with Matt for the first time since forever so I was so happy. Everyone had so much fun and we filmed a lot. Boys were teaching Tara how to play and she looked so cute with the club because she is just so small.

"Matt is sad because his girlfriend is better than him" Jake said while we were on our way to the cars.

"Poor Matty" Chris made a sad face.

I laughed at them and looked at Matt. He just shook his head.

"Well...he is a winner anyways, he has the hottest girl in town, I dare you to show her to the world Matt" Tara said and I blushed.

I BLUSHED. WTF

"Are you flirting with me?" I looked at her and she laughed.

I might have a new best friend.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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heerinnie · 6 months

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐋.𝐇 𝐏.𝐉𝐒 𝐒.𝐉𝐘 𝐏.𝐒𝐇.

^^ SEMI NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI

SYNOPSIS: Them asking for 🍒 pics

WARNINGS: Hyung line x fem!reader, mentions of sending explicit pictures, they’re whiney and needy, jake’s balls will explode, crack + semi nsfw texts.

Read under cut

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

A/N: I sped-ran making these since I haven’t posted anything in a while </3

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Hey can I request 141 boys +alejandro and rudy headcons about their partner having bigger chest 🍒 (but not the most perkiest) and nice ass 🍑 how they’d feel if the reader just walks around the base with a thin tank top-booty shorts and their boobs on display, maybe some jealous/possessive shits too?

Lord! Sorry it’s taken so long. I’m gonna try to get back into my requests slowly ❤️ thanks for being patient with me … I hope you enjoy! I’m a bit rusty with headcannons!

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, mentions of smut, AFAB!reader

Price 🥃

Price loves your body but HATES how you flaunt it. He wants it for himself. He’d never tell you that though, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Strong. Independent.

He watches as your booty shorts rise further and further up your ass as you bend over to pick something up. He can’t take it, seeing how the boys eye your body, how they drool over you as you walk past.

You’re oblivious, comfortable within yourself, eyes only for him. But it causes jealously deep within him.

He can’t control his thoughts when you’re around him, especially when you wear a thin strappy top. Always thinking about your tits bouncing when you’re on top. Because they were so big they weren’t the perkiest but he loved it. He loved how full they looked, how soft they were.

If he catches the boys looking he makes them do extra laps.

Soap 🧼

Soap is like a wee school lad when you wear revealing clothes. Can’t quite believe you’re his, he loves showing you off. Showing everyone that you’re his.

However!

When you flaunt yourself around the base he finds himself gripping onto his stress ball. He knows you don’t want anyone else, but it’s not too he’s worried about. He gets jealous easy, not that he’d tell you that.

He loves watching how your breasts ripple when you move, falling out of your bra. You breasts have been a bit of an insecurity for you as they weren’t perky. But he’d always reassure you and plant tender kisses on your skin.

Your ass however. Spankable. He has to spank it whenever he sees it. It’s the rules!!! He also loves to tap your boobs like he’s playing a drum, shouting ‘bongos!’

Ghost 💀

He’s taking you to his room. That’s it. He’s fuckin the brat outta you. Wearing hot pants and strappy tops when you know how it makes him feel?

He loves watching you on top, breasts swaying and bouncing, your ass jiggling on his thighs. Heaven for him.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz is FERAL.

He sucks his cheek as you walk past, shocked your his partner. He’ll send you little texts telling you how gorgeous you are, how he can’t wait to see what’s under your clothes.

He watches from a distance needing to readjust himself as his erection grows. Seeing your hips sway and ass jiggle send his kind into overdrive. It mesmerises him.

He loves watching you in the shower, as the water runs down your large breasts, water dripping off your ass. How the water collects at your nipples before falling to the shower floor. You know he loves watching so you always put on a show for him.

Which, naturally ends up with his cock buried deep within your pussy, moaning your name.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro has warned his team about looking at you. This man is jealous and passionate. You’re his and his only. Now he’s not controlling, he just knows you’re a literal goddess who demands attention with your mere presence.

He catches you one day cleaning a jeep in the humid afternoon, bent over the hood, ass cheeks bouncing in the sun. Your breasts skimming the surface of the jeep gathering water on your vest. Nipples hard.

So he does what any respectable boyfriend would do. Spanks you. Hard.

The recoil of your ass never fails to make him hard. He cannot pick what he loves more. Your large breasts or your peachy ass. He’d never tell you but he isn’t above fucking you in front of his entire team to show them who you belong to.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy would have you anywhere, anytime. So when he sees you flaunting your hourglass body in tight shorts and vest? He’s all over it like a fly on shit.

He likes to start off by teasing when you’re dressed like this. Small touches and grazes on your skin, just letting you know he’s there. This turns into whispered praises throughout the day, alluring and suggestive text messages.

He keeps this going until you’re begging him to touch you. Anywhere. Anytime. You need him. He’s got you right where he wants you.

He loves holding your breasts, feeling how warm and soft they are. Feeling your ass against his cock. Your ass is firm and large, it’s probably his favourite part of you. He loves feeling the muscle squish against his thighs, grabbing a handful of it, treating at as his own personal stress ball.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader #simon riley #modern warefare 2 #soap x you #john mctavish #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captian price #john price x reader #price mw2 #rudy x reader #rudolfo parra #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas

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eyesxxyou · 8 months

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Backstage Show Pt.3

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.5k

synopsis. hobie invites you to hang with him and his band for your birthday. They have the birthday present planned for you

hobie lets his band have their way with you

🍒・．❕warnings. the sexual tension is palpable, lots of group teasing, group is just different versions of Hobie's concept art, voyeurism (sex in front of hobie), clothed sex, ass eating (f receiving), fingering, praise, three on one, kinda foursome, titty play, making out with multiple people, hobie has a bit of a god/ superiority complex, y/n is a group who'd do anything for her idol, bit of a power dynamic fr

backstage show pt.1 | backstage show pt.2

Hobie had you on a leash. Metaphorically of course but you'd be more than happy to make it physical if he so desired. From that first night, you were hooked, waiting on every beck and call, obsessed was too light of a word to describe it. Fanatic maybe, in dire need of therapy is another option because you'd let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knew it.

Hobie took advantage of it in minor ways, asking you if you might send him pictures knowing that you would without so much as a second thought. He could ruin your life with pictures like that in his possession, your fingers in your wet pussy just like he instructed, so down bad that your own self preservation for any future endeavors was thrown out the window. But he had proved that he at least cared somewhat for you reputation and not getting you fired from your job by hiding your face from the tabloids when the two of you were caught fucking in an alley.

You were madly in love. Any fan would be if they were regularly fucking the person they idolized, the parasocial feelings you had suddenly becoming actualized and recognized by the one on the receiving end of it.

Never once did you try to place a label on things and Hobie appreciated it, you could tell. So often people will want to rush into trying him down to something he never really agreed to. You never tried to call yourself his girlfriend or claim him as your boyfriend because you were just happy to have him in any way he would allow. Maybe that’s why he was so comfortable letting you stick around, because you knew your place and didn’t infringe on those boundaries.

You were thinking about the long game, really. Not just the momentary gratification.

Hobie texted you after nearly a week of radio silence. For a moment, you feared he might be done with you even after the two of you stayed up texting into the early mornings about music and life, and all sorts of things. You ran through your messages time and time again trying to decipher if he had given any signs that he was upset with you. None were apparent. You told yourself that he was just busy to soothe your nerves and when you received his text, he didn’t address his absence. However, he did address something else of import.

Happy birthday, luv. You wanna come over?

Something you had offhandedly mentioned, something as important as you birthday, he took the time to remember. Even when you, who was too busy worrying about him to even remember, didn't.

It was hardly even a question you had to consider. You had tossed on a nice outfit as quickly as possible, did your hair and makeup. You grabbed your bag and left the house for the subway while asking him for the address. So quickly you had forgotten about him ignoring your text because you knew that in some way he was thinking about you and you were just lucky to even be acknowledged by him.

That’s how you got here, at this little building that was rundown but cozy, just how you liked it. The entrance was round the side and the door was left unlocked for you. You pulled open the rusting metal door gate before walking inside. You could hear the music from upstairs as well as the laughter emanating from the men and followed it up to their studio.

“There she is." Hobie's lead guitarist, Mace motioned to you as you entered the room. “Told ya she’s the punctual type.” He nudged Hobie who sat beside him with a joint. Their studio was a dim place, layered in a perpetual haze of smoke only illuminated by a red LED light in the corner. There were posters and decorations all over the wall, some spray painted art on the East wall. The boys were lounging around, listening to music while either drinking or smoking.

They were all beautiful and you’d have your pick of any of them, or rather, all of them if you could. Mace, the lead guitarist with his long locs he usually kept in a half up, half own style decorated in gold cuffs. He was cool, occasionally playful, and spent most of his time while you were around teasing. Cass, the rhythm guitar and backup singer, kept his locs in a ponytail with the font out and down his face. He was the quieter type, didn’t talk much, but he was kind when he did talk.Then there was Eli, the drummer, loud, eccentric with hair to match in streaks of white and red. He had the prettiest eyes, one blue and one brown. He was the one who brazenly flirted with you in front of Hobie.

But there was a way they all looked at you. It’s not surprising seeing as your very first interaction with them was getting fucked in front of them while they jerk off to it. Sexual tension was implied with an interaction like that.

Hobie smiled at you as you entered. “There’s ma girl. Com’ere, luv.” He motioned you to him with two fingers and you came. You slid into place beside him and he kissed you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and his fingers tracing the curve of your delicate jaw. He kissed you like he knew you were in love with him, always kissing with just enough passion to keep you on the hook but never enough to make you believe that you’re entitled to claim him in any sort of way. "Happy birthday, baby."

“Aw, I don’ get to have a kiss, doll?” Eli came over, placing his hands on the back of the couch on their side of your head as he leaned in close to you. You hesitated, your eyes widening as you look at Hobie for what to do. He doesn’t give you any reassurance nor does he show any sign that he’s upset about the question. He just takes a drag from his joint while the other two see what you’ll do.

On the other side of the room, Cass sat strumming to the melody of the song playing over the hidden speakers on his guitar. “Don’ look so fuckin’ terrified. He’s jus’ pullin’ ya leg, dove.” He scratched behind his gauged ears, his upper lip pierced with fanged angel bites pulling into a lopsided grin. "Happy birthday by the way."

Eli sighed and fell onto the couch beside you, tossing his arm over your shoulder. You were wedged between him and Hobie, both of them with an arm around you as Hobie passed his joint to Eli. Oh the things you thought about. All the ways they could manhandle you into any position they so desired. They could pass you around like that joint they have and you’d have absolutely no qualms with it.

“Nice shirt. You make it ya’self?” Mace leaned over Hobie’s lap to get a good look at your crop top with the band’s signature and “The Mary Janes” written in bleached letters. You nodded. “Took me forever to figure out what kind of design I wanted to do but yeah.” You find that he's looking hard. Your shirt is tight, leaves nothing to the imagination though it's not like they haven't seen you in various positions. He's checking you out hard. They all are in their own way and it's nothing new but it flusters you every time.

"Stop starin' at 'er tits, pervert." Hobie jabs him in the chest with his elbow and earns himself a tug at one of his wicks in return. They squabble like siblings, bickering between themselves while Hobie moved his hand to your thigh subconsciously. You're wearing a low-waisted black maxi skirt with platform boots. A simple outfit your haphazardly tossed together in the moment to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

Eli places the joint in front of you as it sits between his long, slender fingers. "You eva smoked before, doll?" He asked in a hushed whisper beside your ear. You look up at him. “Once when I was younger. I didn’t like it all that much… but I’d be willing to try it again.” He huffs out a laugh at this and hands you the joint to take a drag of it. The smoke immediately makes you cough and your face twist up, nose scrunching in slight disdain. Cass laughs at you lightheartedly from across the room. “Maybe smokin’s jus’ not for ‘er.”

You hand it back to Eli who laughs as well, placing the joint back between his lips. “Mmh,” He hummed softly, “tha’ strawberry?” He could taste your lipgloss on the tip, savored it a little before taking a drag. “Like ma girl’s with a lil’ flavor.”

“I’m not your girl though, am I?” You say this still while leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at him with the smallest hint of a smile. Sometimes you took it upon yourself to flirt with the others. It’s not like you an Hobie are an official thing, you two are free to flirt with whoever you so please (though you’re sure if he were to give the attention he gave to you to someone else, you’d lose your shit).

“Sure ‘Obes wouldn’t mind sharin’, would ya ‘obie?”

Hobie stopped his wrestling with Mace to look at his sporadic drummer then at you. “Don’ usually like sharin’ ma tings… but I also don’t believe in consistency.” He glances at you, something mischievous brimming on his lips as he leans in and kisses you, his hand comes to cradle your neck, his thumb rubbing over your throat. “She’ll always know who she belongs to at the end of the day, won’t you?” You look him in the eyes and nod.

"Das ma good girl." Hobie hummed softly and pecked you one more time. "My bes' girl. I gotta surprise fo ma favorite." Your chest swelled at his praise and the thought that he thought enough about you enough to gift you a surprise.

Hobie got up from the couch, leaving a dip in the cushion from not moving for so long. "Since it's your birthday and you must be tired just fuckin' with me all the time–" He made his way over to a recording panel, plopping himself down in a spinning chair. He was joking knowing you could never get tired of him. "So, the boys offered themselves up. Let them make you feel good, birthday girl, if you'd like. No fucking or blowjobs in return."

You never thought you'd be in a position like this, surrounded by the most beautiful men in the world and they were offering themselves up to you for your pleasure. For your birthday.

"I-I don't know…are you okay with it?" You wanted to, you wanted their hands all over you, wanted their mouths in any way you could have them but you had a creeping suspicion that this was all some elaborate test to see if you really were loyal to him. Hobie didn't like sharing his things. He already made it every clear.

"Baby, that's up to you. I only agreed as long as I was there to watch." Hobie looked at you for a moment, the way you sit squeezed between the large, warm bodies of Mace and Eli. Cass had put down his guitar and stood up. “You said ya good wit’ us sharin’ ya girl here?” He made his way slowly over to the table and around it.

"No but how could I deny my girl on her birthday?"

It was like their minds ran in parallel with each other because they all had that same look on their faces. Mace and Eli turned in to you and you felt even more trapped between the two of them and Cass standing right in front of you, looking down at you with a smirk ghosting over his lips.

It was intimidating to be trapped between three men so beautiful you felt you might pass out and they all looked about ready to devour you. What a dream it would be to be splayed open, let them pass you round, take their turns with you until you’re all dumb and fucked out. Then you want Hobie to hold you, tell you you did an amazing job while he cleans you up.

It was Mace who kissed you first. Softly at first to ease you into it. You panicked a little admittedly when he pulled back, immediately looked to Hobie for some kind of approval of the situation but he completely left it up to you to decide that for yourself. Fuck you how and who you’d like, at the end of the day the two of you had no commitment to each other. He took another drag and crossed his legs, waiting. Plus, he wanted you to accept his gift to you.

You turned back to Mace, everyone waiting to see what you might choose, all willing to back off if you gave any indication you didn’t want any of this. It takes you a second that in the moment, you have all the power and if feels fucking amazing. You kiss Mace again and that give the signal for all of them to attack.

So many hands are on you at once, tugging at your clothes, grasping at your skin, removing as much as they could to expand their access to you. It’s almost overwhelming how quickly they leave you exposed and whimpering. Cass is on his knees, his large hands grasping your thighs while Mace and Eli trade places. Eli's much rougher when he kisses, his tongue demanding absolute submission from yours, his teeth sinking into the supple flesh of your lips. Mace busied himself with those pretty breasts of yours, his long fingers playing with the pebbled peak of your nipple while his lips latch onto the nipple of your other.

"Be gentle. Don't like ma tings broken, mates." Hobie makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Go on an' slut 'er out. She's a stupid cockwhore anyway. You-" he finally speaks to you like you aren't just an accessory in the room. "don' you dare take ya eyes off me, got it?"

Your only confirmation was obedience. Your eyes remained on Hobie even as Cass's lips kissed the lips of your pussy and his tongue dipped to test the waters. Even as Mace tortured your sensitive buds with his own tongue and fingers, pinching and nipping and teasing to no end. Eli’s lips teased at your neck, feasting on the way your breathing hitched at every overstimulating touch.

Hobie was relaxed, not threatened in the least by the way you could hardly handle the sensation of all of them on you. Cass’s head was slotted between your thighs. He took his time to explore, spit on your pretty little pussy like he intended to claim it. Eli helped him out, his fingers playing in Cass’s mess, teasing at your clit while his mate's tongue went back and forth between your little cunt and the taut ring of muscle of your ass. Cass kept your legs pried open despite how your muscles fought to cover your modesty and hide from the overbearing nature of their stimulation. Together, they had your pussy trembling.

Mace fondled your breasts in his hands obsessively. You wonder how many times in all of this he's thought about tit-fucking you. Maybe from the moment Hobie first brought you around. He left red marks against the brown of your skin, all destined to blossom into roses of blue and purple.

"H-Hobie." You moaned his name like he was the one with his tongue in your cunt and his fingers playing your swollen clit like a fiddle. It seemed he was enjoying the show from where he was sitting. "What is it, ma pretty girl? You enjoyin' yaself?"

Enjoying yourself was an understatement. They were making your pussy sing, playing you like a fiddle. Mace was teasing your nipples raw and you were sure you'd simply combust at any moment. You could only whine in response, looking at Hobie as he smiled and continued to talk you through your pleasure. "They've all been wannin' to fuck you for a while now, you know tha'? All they talk 'bout afta ya leave."

You could feel Cass chuckle against your clit while his tongue swirls between Eli's soaked fingers. "Have 3 holes 'n a nice pair of tits fo a reason." He spits on your clit again, making a mess of his bandmate's fingers and your pussy before dribbling down the underside of your pretty little asshole.

"Oh the ways we've thought 'bout usin' you, lovely." Mace added on with a rumbling chuckle of his own as he kissed down your diaphragm. "How we talked 'bout takin' turns fuckin' this magical cunt Hobie was goin' crazy ova."

"I talk high praise ova ma girl." Hobie murmured from the side as he took another drag. "Bes' pussy this side of the Atlantic."

"Tas'e like heaven." Cass murmured against your saliva-coated pussy while Eli continued to pinch and flick at your clit. Your pussy is pulsating, you moans growing in volume and cadence. Mace's lips are on yours again, his tongue exploring yours and savoring your taste, his long, skilled fingers teasing their buds of your nipples.

There was a thin line that separated Heaven from Hell, blissful pleasure from soul-crushing pain and you walked that line like a tightrope, wobbling a little into each from time to time but never fully surrendering to one or the other. All those hands, all those tongues, Hobie’s piercing gaze as he watched them have their way with your body. Cass’ tongue soothed the ache of Eli’s aggressive fingers, Eli’s lips kissed the bites Mace left on your body, Mace cooed at how well you were for them all while Cass went places only Hobie has ever known.

And Hobie— he was there to watch you fall apart completely and utterly. He took a drag from this joint before leaning forward to tap off the ashes as he stood. Your eyes were trained on him, muscles quivering from the onslaught of pleasure seizing them but you’d such a good girl that you never take your gaze from his pretty, slander frame.

He stood before you, partially over Cass who ate your pussy like a starved dog, lips wet with your slick ad saliva. Mace moves his hot mouth from yours and focuses more on your abused tits, littered in hickeys and bruises, nipples erect and slightly swollen from stimulation. Eli slipped his fingers down your smutty pussy and teased at the entrance of your cunt accompanied by Cass’ tongue. He used the heel of his palm to rub your clit as he sled his two long digits into your dripping pussy causing you to gasp sharply.

Hobie reached out, taking the opportunity to slide his thumb onto the wet pad of your tongue. “Close.” And you closed your lips around his thumb, suckling softly as you moaned in pleasure. You were so close to that high you sought everytime you were with Hobie. You looked up at his with those large eyes of yours, your body spasming as your tongue rolled against his thumb.

“You gonna cum, doll?” Hobie murmured at you, taking another drag as he pussed his thumb further into your mouth and down your throat until you gagged, your throat constricting. You nodded vigorously, your hips bucking uncontrollably against Cass’ face and Eli’s hand. Your hands were in Mace’s hair as he reached down and replaced Eli’s palm with his fingers now testing your clit. Your pussy jolted, throbbed with the beginnings of a climax as you moaned against his tongue. You drooled, Cass hands push your legs apart as you attempt to close them around the many fingers and single tongue against your cunt.

“Go ahead. I know they’re dying for it. They want my pretty, birthday girl to feel her best.”

Tears pricked the ducts of your eyes as your orgasm crashed down on you. Your cries were muffled by Hobie’s thumb as he weighed the pad of it down against your tongue. Your muscles spasmed, back arching off the couch as you shook. You kept looking at Hobie under the red LEDs and through the smoke from his mouth like a good girl, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.

When he pulled his thumb from your lips, a string of saliva connecting you, he ran the pad of his thumb across your southern lip and cooed at you. “My girl.” You feel back against the couch, fucked out and sleepy while they one by one retracted themselves from you, starting with Cass, then Eli, then Mace.

“You’ve ou’done yaselves, boys.” Hobie came and sat beside you, pulling you into his lap while you trembled against him. His fingers ran circles along your inner thing, growing nearer to your swollen, used heat until his fingers her dragging through the cum and saliva Cass left behind. “Ain’t this the bes’ birthday eva?” Hobie whispered into your ear and with your arms wrapped around his neck, you nod against his cheek with your lips pressed into his cheek.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #atsv #spiderman #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #spider punk #backstage show #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown my love #hobie x y/n #hobie x reader

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justalildumpling · 6 months

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chapter 18: 💥🍒👈 ??????

masterlist || previous | next

pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other, so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

genre: social media au, strangers to lovers, college au, FLUFF, crack

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, mentions of kidnapping

note: it's me. im the girl jaemin kissed. (and before anyone asks, yes. the last pic is meant to be blank)

taglist: open! feel free to send an ask or comment to be added :))) ~ @babyjenono @btssf9nct @baekksore @411star @jenyoonoh @igotkpoops @calumsmut @hs825 @liliansun @raikea10 @loveleejn @luv4jeno @rosabella1009 @ismileeprnc-responder @jenoists @222brainrot @sexygrass @culterycollector @kikookii @minkyuncutie @mrsyixingunicorn10 @tytrackfebreze @sehunniepot @choi-beomgyulvr @jaeminnanaaa17 @multifandomania06 @aerislovjeno @spilled-coffee-cup @artstaeh @tddyhyck @jeongintwt @aerivrs

permanent taglist: ~ @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @shwizhies @polarisjisung @dearlyminhyung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl @daincty @deehyuck @ficrecnctskz @rv7hsua @n0hyuck @neosdaisy @baekhyunstruly @barbkh8450t @cupid-yuno @rum-gone-why @mxnhoeuwu @dinonuguaegi @alethea-moon @klovmasworld @haechansbbg @moonchele

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wegc · 4 months

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hi pretty!! hru and happy new year <3 school starts next week which means i have to start prepping from this week (really i should’ve been revising all break but wtv🫣) which means u will probably be seeing less of me for now BUT!!! i will do my best to check in and torment u with my filthy thoughts as often as i can LOL.

current brainrot is changbin absolutely manhandling you with his big strong ass, cause you just had to be a brat today for some reason. sneaking off to the bathroom to fuck yourself open with fingers that are nowhere near as good as his and send him recordings of your pretty, whiny moans. running your brand new nails (that he paid for bc i am a firm believer that bin would spoil his girl like mad) over his cock through his jeans while you’re both out with the members. there’s really only so much a man can take—which is why the second you get home, he’s throwing you over the arm of the couch and dragging your panties down. “bunny wanted to act like a slut all day, she’s gonna get fucked like one, yeah? look at this cunt, all messy and dripping f’ me. this is what you’ve wanted, huh? needy girl.” shoves your legs open and fingers you until you’re grinding on his hand and damn near sobbing. “bet this feels better than whatever you were doing to yourself earlier. dumb little bunny, trying to be a brat. all you gotta do is ask nicely and i’ll give you whatever you want, you know that.” doesn’t even bother to tell you when he wants you to move, just throws you around like a doll or grabs you with one arm and moves you around himself.

at one point he pulls you up from your hands and knees and wraps an arm around your throat to pin you to his broad chest. his thick cock has been practically splitting you open for god knows how long now—you’re so fucked out that you’ve stopped keeping track—and the couch cushions underneath you are soaked with your release. when bin reaches down to your clit again with his other hand, you whimper and feebly try to buck away from him. he just laughs and tightens his grip on you, cooing, “be a good little slut and take what i’m giving you, bunny” in your ear in a soft voice that’s a total contrast to the way he’s fucking ruining you. and how could you ever say no?

(this may or may not be motivated purely by changbin’s aaa performance outfit because good GOD why did he look even bigger and beefier than usual i want him so bad)

-🍒 anon

OHFMY GODF. . . do i even say anything at this point . . . what is there left to say holy fucking shit i am going insane this was so good ARE U SURE U DONT HAVE UR OWN BLOG BECAUSE IF NOT!!! GET ON IT!!!

omg omg omg i forgot who in skz said this but someone said that changbin becomes increasingly attractive while he’s eating AND HDHEHFDEDFFFD someone on twitter posted a video of him chowing down on some food and holy fuck the angle that video was taken from made his arms look so big and beefy, i replayed it for what felt like an hour.

BUT ! back on topic ! you would have to annoy changbin a lot for him to snap at you and fuck you this roughly because you’re his baby :( it’s okay if you’re a little spoiled :( he’ll always take care of you :(

but holy fuck, was his week horrible. he and chan got into a petty argument, their choreographer was up his ass about their upcoming award show performances, and all he wanted to do was fuck you slowly and sweetly like you deserved. but no! he was stuck in the practice room for another three hours and like a little minx, you sent him videos of you spreading your cunt open. if he wasn’t so pent up and tortured, he would scoff at how small the stretch of your fingers must have been compared to his thick cock.

you are IN FOR IT as soon as he reaches home. he couldn't care less about what you were doing. if you were on the phone—the call ended; if you were texting someone—power off; if you were cooking —no problem! he’s turning the stove off and shoving your hips aggressively against the counter, sliding your soaked, lace panties to the side after he’s bunched up your dress to your waist, and fucking his cock right into your greedy little cunt.

his hands would leave bruises on your hips with how firmly he would be gripping them and your ass would be so sore from his continuous smacks because changbin really couldn't control his temper after his shit show of a week.

and if fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t enough, he’ll fuck you in the living room, office, against your balcony window, in the laundry room, in the bedroom, and finally—the shower. your poor hole would be gaping by the end of his abuse, all spent and dribbling with his loads of cum :(

i can just imagine you’re all fucked out by the end of it and still, binnie grips your face and squeezes it harshly, forcing your lips to form a pathetic little pout :(

“see what happens? wanna try that again? sluts like you can’t go a second without being stuffed, huh?”

“do i need to do this every time, honey? do i have to teach you a lesson every day?”

“fussy girl. you knew i’d take care of you—still had to annoy me though, hm?”

#changbin smut #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin smut #changbin x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #seo changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard hours #answered #🍒 anon

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arminsumi · 11 months

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HIII , Can you do the #10 of nsfw with Armin? Btw I love how you write, you are really good and please don't stop😭😭

aw angel thank u!! 😙

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ NEEDY BOY MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin

Armin wants you all the time, everywhere, no matter what.

⚠️Cws; a big dose of SMUT bc i had too much to say 😩

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; sexting, public fucking, slight exhibitionism, 🐱playing/eating (from behind, standing), blowjob, tummy cumshot

░ 🍒 Sometimes during a class, you'll receive a steamy text from your boy. He might get impatient and send risky pics of his sweaty abs, or the outline of his cock, to get you riled up. "I'm in class." You text back, but he responds with "but i'm rlly hard :(". Needy boy doesn't let up until you help him get his relief. He happily lays on his back, stroking it to your texts, and cums all over those cute abs. "ok now class is over and i learned nothing 🙄" you text, and he responds excitedly with: "yay, can you come over? pls? 🥺i'm hard again"

░ 🍒 If you're out shopping with him, he'll pull you into a fitting room and as soon as the door shuts he has his eager hands on your body. "Just need to feel you, baby, I'll be quick... nahhh, it's fine, we won't get caught. Keep quiet for me, m'kay?" but of course, he says that and puts you in a position that he knows makes you more verbal.

░ 🍒 When your friends are over for a movie night, he'll sneak his dainty hands under the blanket you're sharing with him on the couch. He's a menace; he smirks when you squirm your hips under the influence of his rubbing fingertips. He doesn't stop there, he dives under your panties and plays with your clit, making a wet mess out of you right there on the couch while everyone's attention is glued to the movie.

░ 🍒 While cooking dinner, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. It's so cute and innocent, and you snuggle into his embrace. But of course, his hands glide down your waist in no time and squeeze at his favorite spots. This boy goes crazy for eating you out from behind. He gets on his knees and presses his face into your heat, soft hair tickling your skin and getting ruffled. You bet he's nasty, too, he spits and licks and makes such a mess out of your pussy that when he pulls away, he's got a streak of your juices across his cheek and lips. When you come down from a shaking orgasm, he stands and continues on like he didn't just go down on you in the kitchen. "C'mon, come to the bedroom lemme clean you up, pretty baby. Nooo! I'll just help clean you up, that's all, I swear!"

░ 🍒 Sometimes Armin pulls you into an empty classroom for a quickie against the wall 🤷‍♀️he. is. a. MENACE. I tell you. Don't worry about being too loud, he makes sure to keep a firm palm over your mouth. Oh, and he makes sure that you're looking into his eyes while he drives in and out of you, of course. His feverish pace makes you gush, which sounds loud and sinful in Levi's classroom. (Poor guy walks in and furrows his brows, sniffing suspiciously, while you and Armin are sat innocently at your desks)

░ 🍒 Um, you BET he begs for you to blow him off at parties. He gives you a pleading face, leans and whispers in your ear something that makes your eyes light up. Next thing your friends see is you and Armin escaping to the quiet upstairs. Now, if there's one thing that makes Armin verbal, it's having your lips wrapped around his dick. He absolutely loses it and calls out your name. "Shit, Y/n, love that fucking mouth. 'S perfect for sucking..." The sight of your head bobbing up and down on his length puts him into a hungered state. Expect to be absent from the party for at least two hours 🤷‍♀️

░ 🍒 Poor boy is so hungry for your pussy in the middle of the night, especially at four in the morning. He'll nag you until you wake up, and you immediately feel his boner poking your ass. "Needa fuck you, pretty please?" he asks so sweetly that you can't refuse. Of course, the only thing that's sweet about him while fucking is his pretty face. His dirty talk is nasty, that boy will throw around some wild shit while he's up in your guts. "Goddamn, feel that? Feel how that little pussy clings to my cock, baby? Mhm, 'bet you're gonna cum again. Nuh-uh, don't you fucking lie to me; I can feel you tightening. 'S gonna make me fucking – oh, fuck, m'cumming, come with me."

░ 🍒 Armin's libido is unbeatable. He's built up his stamina since dating you 💪But of course he can't last long if he's gone a few days without touching you, poor boy will bust so fast you that you have to tease him about it. "Missed me much?" you giggle when he shoots a fat load all over your tummy. "G-gimme a break, I haven't felt you in ages." he excuses. "Armin, it's been two days."

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caleb-pilot · 1 month

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welcome to caleb's corner ✈️

disclaimer: this is a gimmick independent roleplay blog for the love and deepspace side character caleb. this is just for fun and all rights go to the rightful owners/game developers. this is canon-adjacent given what happens in chapter 4.

telekinetic fighter pilot who is busy flying in skyhaven. i always have time to visit you, my childhood best friend, though 💕

ask status: open

rules before interacting:

admin is 21+ so nsfw and suggestive asks are allowed. they will be tagged accordingly. please feel free to block the following for your own safety #cw suggestive & #cw explicit. other heavier topics will be tagged with cw as well — for example, #cw alcohol.

it should go without saying, but PLEASE do not send nsfw asks if you are not 18 years or older. anon asks are a privilege, NOT a right. if you’re caught, you will be blocked & anon will be turned off. this is out of respect for others engaging in the role play. thank you.

any asks implying stepcest/incest even as a joke will promptly be deleted. this is a triggering topic for admin and has no place here.

i will default to using they/them pronouns, unless otherwise indicated in your ask. please let me know if you have any preferences for pet names. i tend to use a mix of masculine (dude, man, bro), gender neutral (love, angel, darling) and feminine (babygirl, pretty lady).

dialogue will be in plain orange text and asks will use the tag #from the cockpit

the admin will use the #caleb's on a layover tag for general announcements

#in flight entertainment is a tag used for caleb’s playlist & other associated media

the tag #caleb posting is for reblog responses oftentimes for closed, literate roleplay

the tag #caleb's head in the clouds will be used for posts that are deemed "in-character" (aesthetic, comedy, etc)

be respectful with interacting. there is a person behind this blog. any expression of hate will result in an immediate block.

i jump around when answering asks, because sometimes responses to certain ones come faster than others. if yours gets deleted — either tumblr ate it , it violated one of my rules, or i could not think of a good response in-character.

do NOT feed any of my roleplay or writing to an AI or chatbot. this is extremely harmful to writers!!

taken anons; 🤍 // 🌌 // 🪩 // 💫 // 🎐 // 🌷 // 🧋// 🐸 // 👑 // 🦄 // ❄️ // 🌸 // 🍒 // 🐇 // 🦇 // 💋 // 🛩️ // 🏞️ // key // 🪂 // 🪻// 🌙

other love and deepspace sweethearts:

Rafayel's Blog -> @rafayel-fishie 🐟

My Boyfriend’s Blog -> @zayne-snowman ☃️

Xavier’s Blog -> @xavier-starlight 🪐

Jeremiah's Blog -> @jeremiahofphilo 🌻

Tara's Blog -> @taraandtarot 🍷

Thomas's Blog -> @thomasicism 🎨

Astra's Blog -> @sasstras-gaze 🪬

MC's Blog -> @aethercodeevol ❤️‍🩹

Jenna's Blog -> @unicorns-captain 🫡

Dr. Greyson -> @drgreysonmd 🥼

Nero -> @wandererenthusiast1 ⌨️

Nurse Yvonne -> @yvonnesrespite 🩺

Surveillance Crow -> @just-a-normal-crow 🐦‍⬛

#pinned post #please like so i know you've read the rules!#dividers by saradika-graphics #Spotify

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seungcheorry · 1 month

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For texts, how would each member hit you up for a one-night stand? And maybe drabbles on how they would be the morning after?

i've waited a long time for this~

thank you for sending this suggestion in! i'm really happy to tell you that i've collaborated on this with @kozukensgf, THEE writer of svt smaus ❤️🍒

it will be posted this saturday, both reactions and texts. hope you all like it. (:

#cherry.txt #carats are the best #hazel is the best #ty ty ty <3

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prettypleaseinplnk · 8 months

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I know I need to make a proper pinned but for now this will have to do until I get some time to write a full one…

You can call me bunny (or any other pet name you see fit), 18 but 19 in a few months, lesbian, I’m a switch but heavily sub leaning, I like both mascs and femmes and everyone inbetween (really I’m just a desperate slut for girls so…)

This blog is 18+ and minors, ageless/blank blogs and men you are NOT welcome here and you will be blocked!!! I check every note/follow and I can and will block you if you fit any dni criteria

I don’t care how old you may be.. if you don’t have your age somewhere visible on your page I WILL block.

Also please do not Spam Like or you will also be blocked! (mutuals are exempt)

Kinks/tags etc continue below the cut⬇️

Some (but not all) of my kinks include:

Calling girls **mommy/daddy(as a title)

Praise

Degradation/humiliation

Somno

Free use

Pain

Breeding (no impreg)

Hair pulling

Marking

Overstimulation

Edging

Orgasm denial

Intoxication (weed)

Temperature play (esp ice)

Teasing

Servicing

Bondage

Dom/sub dynamics

Spit

Rough sex

Choking

Dumbification

Being owned

**DO NOT CALL ME MOMMY

Hard limits include:

Feet, scat, feeder/feedee, rape, race play

I will come back and add to these lists when I can remember more

My tags (so far):

#bunny speaks - my own text posts

#bunnys pics - pics of me

#bunnys anons - responding to anon asks

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 04

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: violence, angst, drama, fem!oc drowning.

WORD COUNT: 9k+

TAGLIST ✧ @aishigrey @kgneptun

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STELLA: I'm ready to talk. Meet me at the park near our campus.

As I read her text, relief thaws the aggravation that feels like endless turmoil. It has almost been a month since she decided to ghost me out of nowhere. Initially, I wasn't bothered in the slightest due to how my schedules have been occupying me, preventing me from meeting her.

But as time passed, her avoidance perturbed me, especially when she ignored my calls and texts, which wasn't like her, as she usually returned them as quickly as she could, no matter how busy she could get. The perturbation eventually transitioned into vexation.

Then, at Sunghoon's party, I caught her and Heeseung being a little too friendly with each other. I knew that I didn't have the right to feel envious, but when I saw Heeseung touching her, holding her in his arms, and with her smiling and laughing with him, I couldn't contain the rage I felt.

It did feel good to be able to punch Heeseung back, but when I saw how fearful her eyes were when she looked at us, it felt as though she punched me in the gut. I never want to frighten her.

After sending her a quick 'okay', I place my phone in my pocket and make my way to the students' parking lot. As I'm about to arrive at the entrance, I spot Jake, who is leaning his back against the wall while typing on his phone.

Not only has Stella been avoiding me, but Jake as well. After the incident at the party with the truth unravelled, Jake didn't say anything to anyone, leaving Sunghoon's place in silence. I tried calling and texting, but he's just the same as Stella.

I walk towards him with the intention of confronting him. He can't avoid me forever. Heck, I feel bitter and slightly hurt because of the way he is.

"Jake."

He looks up from his phone, and his once blank face morphs into something that I've never seen him looking at me before. Resentment.

Instead of responding, he attempts to walk away, turning his back on me, but I'm not having any of that.

"Sim Jaeyun, you can't avoid me forever."

He stops and turns around to meet my eyes. His gaze burns through me as though I'm his enemy.

"We need to talk." I tell him firmly.

"Oh, do we?" Jake scoffs. "I didn't think that we needed to talk after the revelation at Sunghoon's."

Annoyance sparks within me from his sarcasm. "I don't understand you. Why should it matter to you what Stella and I were doing? She's not your business anymore."

"It matters because I thought you were my best pal." Jake grits his teeth while he clenches a fist. "I didn't expect my best pal to betray me by going after my ex."

"It's been months, Jake! Months!" Thankfully, there are not many students in the vicinity. "I thought you'd finally moved on! You're even dating her sister, for fuck's sake!"

I step forward, glowering at him. "I didn't want to tell you this, but ever since you've been dating Rena, you've changed. I chose to be on your side because we grew up together and you're my best friend."

An inexplicable emotion flickers in his eye. "You don't even know half of the things I've gone through." He says with such hatred. "You don't even know what I had to sacrifice."

Despite how he's speaking to me with such hatred, I can't help but feel that there is also despair. He's hiding something.

"What are you hiding, Jake?" I ask as the prior indignation diminishes. "You know you can trust me. We've known each other since forever."

There it is, the cold, resentful facade he puts up is beginning to crack. My gut is telling me that whatever happened or whatever he has been hiding from us weighs heavier than he can carry.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then help me understand." I sigh. "What are you hiding? Why do you seem so afraid to tell me?"

"Forget it. What's done is done."

Before he can turn around, I tell him something that I know he needs to hear. "You still love Stella."

With the way he visibly flinches, I already know the answer, despite how my heart feels a sting.

"Admit it, Jake." My voice sounds unyielding. "You still love Stella, but you're a fucking idiot because right now, you're with the wrong Hwang."

Jake turns his back on me while I manage to catch his hand, forming a fist once more. "Like I said, Jay, what's done is done."

"Jake! You coward! I wasn't finished!" I call out after him as he keeps walking until he disappears from my sight.

Because of him, the curiosity that sparks within me becomes tenfold. I don't care if he's still mad at me or hates me, but I will get to the bottom of this.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I park my silver Aston Martin DB12 Volante by the curb and switch off the ignition. As I step out, I spot Stella seated on one of the playground swings. Her lilac waves look beautiful, suiting her overall countenance. Even though most perceives of her as someone who is cruel and heartless, I know for a fact that they're wrong.

Stella is anything but cruel and heartless. Sure, her icy demeanour probably makes other people to be wary of her and her reputation as the Hwang heir, but honestly, I don't see her the way they all do.

Yeah, we were friends with benefits, but she sure was a good friend to me. At times, I found myself opening up to her and sharing things that I didn't share with the guys. I like the way she thinks uniquely, the way she understands me as I too, am the official heir.

"Stella." I greet her, standing next to her as I tower over her figure.

"Jay." Her voice sounds different to how she would usually speak to me. I ignore the pinch in my heart.

"I'm sorry for what happened at Sunghoon's party." I start off, clearly aware of my deplorable behaviour. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was pissed-off and went over my head with how I acted towards you and Heeseung."

Stella looks up at me, confusion resides in her gaze. "That's the thing, Jay. I don't understand why you were mad."

She's right. But I can't let her know the reason behind my anger.

"I was a fool. I thought you had replaced me with Heeseung." I mutter.

"Even if I had, why should it matter to you? We're nothing but friends."

"Because it's obvious that Heeseung and I don't get along well." It's such a lame excuse, but I'm desperate enough to tell her white lies.

She frowns. "So if Heeseung and I were friends, which we already are, you'd disapprove? I can't believe how possessive you are."

My fingers run through my hair in frustration. "Stella─"

"Anyway, you wanted to know why I ghosted you, right?" She cuts me off, her tone sounds sharp like a knife. "I didn't know how to tell you at the point of time and I couldn't bring myself to face you."

"Tell me what?"

She inhales sharply, her eye contact remains unwavering. "That I'm done being your fuck buddy. It was great while it lasted, but it's time we put an end to it."

I don't fucking care that she doesn't want to sleep with me anymore, but why does it feel like she's also putting an end to our friendship?

"Okay." My voice comes out soft. "If that's what you want, then we'll stop."

"And," She continues, though she seems hesitant. "I don't think we can be friends anymore."

My heart feels as though it has shattered into pieces. "What? But why?"

Stella shakes her head and slowly rises from the swing. She turns her back on me. "I already gave you the answers you seek."

I grab her wrist before she can even walk away. "Don't be like this, Stella." I sound desperate, but I no longer give a fuck about it. "You didn't even tell me why you wanted to end it all yet. Don't leave me hanging again."

She whips her head around, startling me with the anger in her eyes. "What about you? You left me hanging too. You ignored my texts and calls too while you were out with other girls."

"That wasn't true!" I protest. "I was busy with the amount of workload! You know it yourself, being the official heir! And about the other girls, they were just my parents' good business friends' daughters!"

The anger slowly diminishes before looks of despair and heartbreak shine in her eyes. "You want to know the real reason why I want to cut ties with you?" She chuckles sadly. "Because I broke the agreement."

The sound of my heart pounding seems to be getting loud in my ears. "What do you mean?"

"I grew feelings for you, Jay." Her lips quiver. "Feelings that are beyond platonic."

My grip on her wrist slowly loosens. "Stella─"

She snatches her wrist from my loosen grasp. Though there are no tears in her eyes, she looks crushed. "I still do, but I'm trying to get rid of my feelings for you. I know that you will never reciprocate what I feel for you, so please, allow me to do you a favour by cutting ties with you."

It feels like I've been paralysed, unable to move or speak out any words. Most of all, my heart is screaming at me, begging me not to let her disappear from my grasps.

"I have my own baggage to deal with, so please understand that I'm also doing you a favour because I'm a complicated mess. Always was." Sentimentality shines in her eyes as she looks at me for the last time. "I won't take our friendship and the moments we had for granted. So, goodbye, Jay."

I don't know how long I've been standing here since she left the park, but soon, my knees feel like giving up. She was just a friend, a great friend who understood me the way no one did, but why do I feel as though my soul has been crushed and my heart has been ripped off my chest?

Instead of heading to the mansion, I find myself driving to the skating park that I used to go to with my uncle, my brother, and Jaeyun. After what happened with Jay, I need to clear my mind. Surprisingly, I didn't shed a tear, despite how my heart was hurting.

Deep down, I know that I can never blame Jay. It's all on me. Yes, I do have feelings for Jay, but at the same time, my heart can't seem to let go of Jaeyun. To make things even more complex, my encounters and interactions with Jungwon and Heeseung have begun to stir something in me.

And so, I decided that it was for the best for Jay to not be tied to someone like me. Someone who doesn't know who or what she wants. Someone who is desperate for some validation and affection. Someone who easily falls in love.

As I shut the driver's door, I begin to make my way towards the park while my hand searches for a familiar box inside my pocket. Bringing it out, I look down. My hand is shaky as I take out one stick. After lighting it up, I bring it up to my lips before inhaling the toxic substances.

I know I promised myself that I'd try to quit, but just for tonight, I need something to ease me.

As I look up, my heart stops beating momentarily while I halt my steps. Only a few feet away from me is the person I never expected to come here.

The stick settles between my fingers as I lower it. I can't seem to look away from his eyes, even though the intensity of his gaze alone is enough to cause my state of mind to shamble.

For a moment, I almost want to run into his arms—his arms that used to be a place where I could find comfort, his arms that used to feel like a blanket of security.

I swallow down the lump of sadness, forcing myself to maintain my icy demeanour. "What are you doing here?" I ask harshly, though I hope that he won't detect the shakiness.

"None of your business." The coldness in his voice feels as though a knife has cut my heart open. There is no longer the warmth and affection he used to convey to me. His eyes look down at the burning stick between my fingers. "Since when did you smoke?"

"None of your business." I counter coldly before attempting to walk past him. "You should leave."

I hear him scoff. "You don't get to tell me what to do. This is a free zone."

"Oh, really? Do you bring Rena here often too?" I grit my teeth as I halt my steps. "Do you teach her how to skate like you did with me?"

"Don't bring Rena into the conversation."

I spin around, seething with anger amidst the despair. I look at him dead in the eyes. "Protective of your sweet little girlfriend now? How honourable." My tongue tastes like poison as I speak. "Tell me, is it fun dating your ex's sister? Oh, and does she know how much of a coward you are?"

Jake remains silent, though the coldness in his gaze doesn't melt. I continue to speak, expressing all the pent-up emotions I've been keeping since the day he left and broke my heart.

"It wasn't long after our breakup before you started dating Rena. And while we're at it, it wasn't even a mutual breakup!" As I raise my voice, my throat starts to burn, as does the back of my eyes, burning with the incoming waterworks. "You gave me cold shoulders and started being indifferent before you decided to break up by sending me a text, like a coward!"

By now, tears have erupted as they roll down my cheeks while my body trembles with so many emotions. "I tried calling you after you sent that text, but you didn't answer. You know what's worse? When I called you, it was when I needed you the most." I choke on a sob, the betrayal feels fresh as day one. "And now you're dating my bitch of a sister? How cruel can you get?!"

"Don't speak of her that way." Though he sounds stern, I can almost discern how weak his voice sounds.

With my index finger, I jab it at where my heart is. "It fucking hurt when I found out you were dating her. You have no idea how much you broke my heart when you decided to get together with the girl who used to make my life a living hell!"

Droplets of rain start pouring down, but I don't have the heart to care that my clothes will soon be damp. A sob leaves my lips as I pathetically wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "How could you do this to me, Jaeyun? I gave you my all, and I loved you more than anything." I still do.

The whole time, he remains silent, and I can't make out the expression on his face. My body trembles as I continue to pour my heart out. "All those moments you spent with me, the words you spoke to me, how you used to tell me I was your only girl—you can't tell me that they were fake."

I blink my eyes, finally being able to look at his face a little clearer despite the rain. Strands of his hair stick to his forehead, and his clothes are as damp as mine. His gaze remains unwavering on mine, but his hand forms a fist.

"Maybe I'm just a good actor." He clenches his jaw. "It looks like they worked, considering how you've fallen for them."

"Screw you!" I scream at him. "You don't just do that to someone with whom you've been together for three fucking years! You know what? I don't care anymore! Fuck you and your girlfriend!" My chest heaves heavily while my throat begins to hurt. I look at him for the last time. "I can't believe I ever loved you."

I turn my back on him and briskly walk away from him. I wipe my tears again, but it seems that every time I do, the tears come running down my cheeks again. I don't know how long I've been walking in the rain, but as I bring the cigarette stick to my lips, frustration ignites in me as the stick has dissipated. Soon, the frustration turns into despair once more. I halt my steps before I crouch down, and I begin to bawl my eyes out with ugly sobs leaving my lips.

A part of me expects Jaeyun to follow me and hug me from the back, but it doesn't happen. Once again, he left me here in the cold, just like that day. I should've known better that Jaeyun is no longer the Jaeyun I once knew. Jaeyun, whom I used to be able to call mine.

I just keep crying in the heavy rain, pouring my heart out and all the pent-up emotions. It is all so fucking complicated, and yet I'm the one who complicates things. It frustrates yet astounds me that my heart harbours feelings for more than one person.

Two heartbreaks in one night. That's a new record.

"You know what's worse? When I called you, it was when I needed you the most."

"How could you do this to me, Jaeyun? I gave you my all, and I loved you more than anything."

No matter how hard I tried to bury the memory with her two nights ago, they always managed to resurface in my mind. It even emerged in my sleep, as if it were haunting me. Of course, it did. I hurt the only girl who ever loved me sincerely.

The familiar sound of a bell chime brings my attention to the bunch of kids running and walking towards the school gate, making their way to the respective cars that are waiting for them, while some can be seen hugging their parents and guardians.

I lean my back against my red Audi SQ8 Sportback e-tron car with my arms crossed over my chest, waiting for a certain munchkin with two-tied ponytails.

"Jakey Oppa!"

There she is, with a beaming smile plastered on her face, as she comes running towards me gleefully. As I lean away from my car, she arrives just in time to throw her limbs around my figure, her head reaching near my waist.

A breathy chuckle leaves my lips as I rub her head affectionately. "It looks like someone is happier than usual. How was school, kiddo?"

I assist her, opening the passenger seat for her as she happily enters. I quickly make my way over to the driver's. After I enter, I start the ignition while she buckles herself up with the seatbelt.

"School was fun! I got an A for math!" She gives me a crooked smile, and her eyes sparkle with hope. "Do you think Mom will be happy?"

In response, I offer her a deceptive smile before returning my gaze to the road as I drive us out of the school compound. "I'm sure she will be."

I don't want to give her any hope, considering our good for nothing mother will never give a damn about any of her children unless it's in her best interest. Plus, my little sister has a sensitive heart.

Meet Charlotte Sim, my only little sister, who is turning nine this year. She can be mischievous like any other kid her age, but at times, she often surprises me with how mature she thinks and acts. I do admit that she can be wiser than I could ever be.

"Anyway, Oppa, you wanted to know why I'm happier than usual?" She asks rhetorically while I merely hum in response, too busy focusing on the road that is busier than usual. "Because that Unnie isn't here, finally."

My eyebrows jump up in surprise at her statement. "That Unnie has a name, Char."

"I don't care, and I don't like her!" From my peripheral vision, I notice Charlotte huffing as she crosses her arms.

"Why don't you like her?" I muse. I am not entirely surprised by her proclamation. It's been so blatantly clear with the way Charlotte acts around Rena.

"Because she called you Jakey, and I'm the only one who is allowed to call you that, and she's annoying with how she keeps following you like a lost puppy." Charlotte pauses before the tone of her voice sounds dispirited. "Most of all, she's not Stella Unnie."

Instantly, my grip on the steering wheel tightens. Charlotte's last statement feels like a punch to the gut.

When Stella first met Charlotte, Charlotte liked her instantly, despite how awkward Stella was with kids. Eventually, the two got closer and became inseparable anytime I brought Charlotte along with us. They were practically like sisters. Whenever Char got hurt or cried, she came running to Stella instead of me. I often joked with them about how we could adopt Char and live far away from everyone here.

Melancholy brims in my eyes, but I suck it all up. What's done is done. Let the past stay in the past.

Don't fool yourself, Jake. You're still stuck in that restaurant with her, and you know it.

The restaurant where I brought her for our first anniversary. It was just a simple dinner, yet it was a memorable one. I remember how beautiful she looked in a white dress and the way her eyes shone with love when she gazed at me under the resplendent artificial lights. After that dinner, we headed for an ice cream parlour and walked on the pavement under the moonlight with our hands intertwined.

Fuck, yeah, I'm still stuck in that restaurant.

"Jakey?" Char's timid voice pulls me back to reality while her hand tugs at the sleeve of my coat. I take a glance at her, and I am taken aback to see the guilt in her eyes.

She must've been wondering why I went quiet for the entire ride. I didn't even realise that we had already arrived in the familiar garage of Sim's mansion.

"Are you mad at me?" Her lips quiver in sadness.

"No, baby, I promise I'm not mad at you." I sigh, reaching out to pat her head gently. "I was just thinking."

I help her unbuckle her seatbelt and carry her pink bag before exiting the car. She settles herself next to me, holding my hand as we make our way into the mansion.

"I miss Stella Unnie so much." Char mumbles while my stomach twists in guilt. "No one could ever replace her."

"You can try to like Rena." I don't even know why I fucking insist. I glance down at her and give her a faint smile. "I'm sure she's not that bad."

"I told you so many times, Oppa, that I would never ever like Rena!" Char's outburst doesn't deter me. She releases my hand and looks at me with disbelief while her eyes turn glossy. "Because of her, we lost Stella Unnie! I lost my favourite Unnie!"

I must've underestimated Char's attachment to Stella. The commotion seems to be garnering attention, with some of the helpers glancing our way. Alas, the person whom I don't wish to see appears.

"What's with all the yelling?" My mother, Rhea Sim, donning a smart casual fit, walks towards us with a disapproving glare. "Charlotte Sim, that is not the way to act as a proper lady."

"It's your fault too, Oppa!" Char ignores our mother as she yells at me once more before storming off towards the stairs.

Rhea turns to me with a bizarre look. "Explain." She demands.

"Nothing. She's just throwing a tantrum. It's natural for a child to behave that way." I keep my tone as curt as possible, bending down to place Char's bag on the floor.

"Jake─"

"I won't be able to fetch Char for at least two weeks." I cut her off sharply, wanting to get this over with, because the longer Rhea is in my vicinity, the more my hatred for her grows. "I'll be busy with a workload of assignments and some racing."

My parents are aware of me being a racer, and they support me despite how some may regard racing as preposterous in our high-class society. Luckily, I don't give a fuck about what others think.

I hear my Rhea sigh in frustration. "How long are you going to stay mad at me?"

My jaw feels tight. "Longer than you actually think."

"Jake, it's been months. I can't possibly comprehend how it still affects you." Rhea says abrasively. "I see you're doing just fine dating Rena. Besides, I'd rather you date her than that girl."

"It's called putting up a fucking act, mother." The venomous tone in my voice causes her to flinch visibly. "Remember, mother, that you're the reason why I'm in this complex shit."

Rhea attempts to calm me down by cautiously placing her hand on my shoulder. "It's for the greater cause."

I scoff loudly and jerk away from her touch. "You mean, it's for your cause. You're so selfish. You already knew how happy and in love I was with Stella, and I even had the intention to marry her as soon as we graduate from college, but you just had to be a terrible mom."

Rhea gasps, hurt is visible on her face. "Sim Jaeyun! How could you be so hateful towards your own mother?"

"I hated you the moment you forced me to date Hwang Rena." My eyes are burning with such fervent loathing. "I hated you the moment you made me abandon the only love of my life."

"But─"

"But nothing!" I snarl at her. "The moment you accepted Hwang Jihyun's partnership in collaborating with your business in exchange for my breaking up with Stella, I knew that my happiness has never mattered to you!"

Rhea masks her sadness with the usual coldness, staring at me sharply. "Say what you want. My collaboration is already going smoothly with Jihyun's. So don't you dare break up with Rena and run back to that girl."

"That girl has a name. Hwang Stella." I turn my back on her, but not before glancing at her with a smirk. "Oh, and mother? I've been known to break rules. So you may never know what happens next."

"Sim Jaeyun!" By the time Rhea shouts my name in sheer rage, I'm already outside of the mansion and have made my way back to the garage.

Thankfully, I've been living alone in an apartment since I started college. I imagine if I were still living here, I'd probably kill myself off due to Rhea's controlling and manipulating tendencies.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I knew that I had to unwind after what happened. So I decided to head to the arena with the intention of driving for as many laps as my Chevrolet Corvette Stingray, which is in a gorgeous red, could handle.

I don't know how long I've been speeding on the track until I decide that it's time to take a little break. However, as I'm about to pull up at my usual station, I spot Sunghoon at his. The guy appears to have been watching me with his back leaning against the hood of his car and his arms crossed.

I don't know what compels me to stop near his station, but as soon as I do, I roll down the window. His eyes meet mine while his lips turn into a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a frown. I thought I would have this place all to myself since it's a Thursday night.

"Why can't I be here? I own this place─"

"You mean your uncle owns this place?"

Sunghoon rolls his eyes at my remark. "Let me guess. You're currently unwinding because something got you all worked up."

I blink my eyes, feeling surprised. "How did you know?"

"Because you're my best─" Sunghoon pauses and looks away from my gaze briefly before clearing his throat awkwardly. "I mean, I've known you for three years. Whenever something happened or got you worked up, you often decided to unwind by racing on these tracks."

I surprise myself as a chuckle leaves my lips. "And you're still as observant. But yeah, I've got too worked up."

Sunghoon purses his lips, seeming to be contemplating, because he leans away from his car and walks towards me. "Since we're the only ones here and my curiosity is annoying me, just pretend that we're still friends."

I exit the car, following Sunghoon, before we choose to sit on the ground. "So, what happened?" He asks.

I heave a deep sigh before hanging my head low. "I don't know where to start."

"Well, you can start off by telling me whatever the fuck happened months ago." Sunghoon suggests, unfiltered as always. "You do realise that you're the reason why the dynamic of our overall friendship was affected?"

"Says you." I retort. "You and Jay were fighting as well."

"Yeah, but not as bad as you and Heeseung were." Sunghoon narrows his eyes at me. "Tell me the damn truth, Jake."

As I look at him, nostalgia sets in. I am reminded of the past, where Sunghoon and I often shared things, even the stupid ones, and yet we enjoyed each other's company. My heart is beginning to sting a little.

"I fucked things up with Stella, as you obviously know." I begin to unravel bits by bits. "My breaking up with her was the root cause of the way I acted and behaved months ago."

"I kind of got a feeling, but I still don't get the part where you were in a brawl with Heeseung at the period where you started acting like an asshole."

Fortunately, I'm used to Sunghoon's unfiltered mouth. I raise my head and stare straight ahead. "Rena told me about how Heeseung had a crush on Stella and had been eyeing her for a long time." I rub my face. "At that point, my life was in shambles. I wasn't in the right state of mind. When I saw Heeseung, I confronted him about it. Before I knew it, I punched him first."

"You're a fucking idiot, Sim." Sunghoon shakes his head. "You should've known not to start a fight. Especially not with Heeseung. He may be a nerd, but his violence is not to be messed with. The guy's a beast!"

I nod my head in agreement. Out of the seven of us, Heeseung's violence is the worst. Once, he had gotten some guy into a coma, because apparently, that guy had sexually assaulted Lee Aera.

"Then I started to date Rena." I state the obvious. "But I had no choice."

"There's always a choice, Sim." Sunghoon sighs. "You just have to be brave enough to make that choice. What happened to the rule-breaker I knew?"

I look at him, my eyes hardening. "Because if I didn't date Rena, my business in racing would've been jeopardised."

Sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Elaborate."

"The only reason I was allowed to race in the first place was because my mother approved, as long as I heeded her decree." I ruffle my tousled hair in frustration. "Apparently, Hwang Jihyun had a business proposal for collaborating with my mother's business, but in exchange, I broke up with Stella and dated Rena instead."

"As much as I hate Stella, that is so fucked up." Sunghoon rubs his temple while I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that. "But I have to give credit to you. You made dating with Rena seem so easy. You really fooled me."

"The longer I'm with Rena, I'm afraid that I might snap sooner than expected." I sigh, feeling despondent. My eyes blur with the tears I haven't realised have appeared while my heart clenches in despair. "I still love Stella. You should've seen her the other night when I accidentally stumbled upon her."

Only God knows how badly I wanted to chase after her, hold her again, and deliver my heartfelt apologies.

Sunghoon looks at me with an indecipherable emotion. "I honestly don't know how to comfort you, but I know for a fact that you're a rule-breaker. Always have been." He hesitates, but eventually he places his hand on my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "So buck up and fucking break those rules. You have my support."

I blink away the tears, and my lips break into a grin. "You're right. I can't be weak and compliant forever." To safeguard my venture in motorsports and elude my mother's clutches, I must devise a strategy.

Sunghoon mirrors my grin. "That's the spirit. But it does beg the question: Why did Hwang Jihyun want you to break up with her beloved daughter?"

I shrug my shoulders, though I'm curious as well. "I have no clue. Maybe I wasn't good enough for Stella? I mean, considering she's the official heir and an important figure. You do know that the Hwangs are the most dominant in our society."

Sunghoon snorts as he rolls his eyes. "Hence, the more reason I should hate the Hwangs. Anyway, since you're the only one here, let's have a race."

He rises from the ground before extending his hand towards me, which I gladly accept. I'm uncertain of what tonight says about Sunghoon and me. Like, have we reconciled? Are we friends again? Or are we going to continue being enemies?

But one thing is for sure: I'm glad to have talked to Sunghoon and to race with him, because deep down, I know that I've missed him.

I don't know what awaits me, but I know for a fact that I've just dug my own grave─though not completely─the moment I foolishly suggested that I was willing whatever it took for as long as he kept my identity a secret.

Earlier, I had received a text from Sunoo ordering me to fetch him at his place and to wait for him in the parking lot. Initially, I was confused and annoyed because who the hell did he think he was? Then, realisation hit me when I recalled a certain memory.

Once again, fuck me and my mouth.

"You took forever to get here." Sunoo complains as soon as he gets into my car, inviting himself to the passenger seat.

I glance down at my watch, and my lips downturn into a frown before I look at him deadpan. "Oh, accept my humble apologies for being two minutes late, your highness."

Sunoo gives me a side-eye. "Sarcasm won't do you good."

I merely brush off his remark, driving us out of the parking lot. "So where exactly do you want to go, and why am I your chauffeur when you can obviously drive?"

"Because I obviously ordered you to?" Sunoo adjusts his hair as he checks himself on his phone's camera. "And also because driving is hard work."

I heave a sigh, trying my best to simmer my annoyance. "But why me? You have other friends, don't you?"

"Aera is busy, and so are the others. Sunghoon was available, but he hung up the call as soon as I asked him if he could drive me to the mall. So that leaves you as my last option."

"Geez. I'm honoured." I grumble. I had no idea that Sunoo would turn out to be such a princess.

"Don't get all attitude on me. Remember that you were the one who suggested that I could ask you to do anything as long as I kept your secret."

"Regrettably."

I hear Sunoo sigh in annoyance. "Look, Aera clearly has taken a huge liking to you while you seem to get along well with Jungwon, Riki, and Heeseung. Maybe I can try to like you if you choose not to be insufferable."

I gasp loudly, turning my head to look at him with such offence. "I'm insufferable?! You're practically acting like a spoiled brat princess!"

To my great astonishment, his fingers grab my chin and force me to look straight ahead, back on the road. "Eyes on the road. I don't want any accidents to happen and potentially ruin my face."

I inhale a deep breath, struggling to remain calm while my grip on the steering wheel tightens. Good Lord, I hope I can last this dreadful day with Sunoo.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Not only does he make me drive around wherever he likes, but apparently he also makes me carry the stuff he bought. He even asks for my opinions on certain items that catch his attention, but he always ends up choosing different ones.

"Pick up the pace, Stella! We don't have all day!" Sunoo calls out to me, walking further and further from me while I am left struggling with the weight of these shopping bags, which slows me down.

If he tells me that again one more time, I'm going to explode. I'm most certain he's not oblivious to the fact that I'm physically struggling, especially with the way he appears to be annoyingly delighted. Plus, I'm exhausted and hungry, which is not a great combo.

"Kim Sunoo!" A disgruntled grunt leaves my lips as soon as I manage to catch up to him. He abruptly stops before turning around, but I'm too caught up in my head with the ways to kill a man in his sleep, which caused me to bump into his solid figure at the same time when he turned around.

"Woah!" I expected to fall, but what I didn't expect was when he managed to catch me swiftly. His arms swiftly wrap around my waist, preventing me from falling back, though I'm surprised by the fact that he does it without breaking a sweat despite the additional weight on me due to the shopping bags.

"Tsk, clumsy as always." Sunoo says with a slight smirk, staring down at me. But at the moment he raises his hand, I instinctively close my eyes without realising I have also visibly flinched. There is a brief pause before I feel his finger gently tap on my nose.

I open my eyes and blink them, confused, while he gazes at me with something that is beyond my ability to decipher. "Clumsy, what did you think I was about to do?"

"Um," Nervousness seeps from me as I answer him awkwardly. "I-I thought─"

He raises his eyebrow at me in an oddly attractive way. "You thought I was going to kiss you?"

My eyes widen while my breath gets stuck in my throat as he closes the gap between our faces. His smirk seems to widen upon seeing how reactive I am being. "I would've kissed you if we weren't in the eyes of the public."

He steadies me before letting go of me, while I am still feeling flustered by what happened. "Sunoo!"

He grins boyishly at me. "What?"

"You can't just say that to me!" I ignore the way my cheeks have been feeling hot.

"I can say whatever I want. Unfortunately, given how you were cursing me─"

"H-How did you even know?!"

Mischievousness gleams in his eyes. "I know everything, darling. Besides, you weren't exactly being discreet."

I give him a scowl. "Then you must've known that I'm feeling hungry."

"That's why I brought you here." He gestures to the restaurant, a few metres away from us. "Oh, and I wasn't done with what I was saying." He steps a little closer to me. "Given how you were cursing me, I guess your privilege of being able to kiss me has been stripped off."

My jaw goes unhinged, and my mind goes haywire upon hearing his statement. "Are you mad?! Why would I ever want to kiss you?!"

"You should really stop being dramatic, Darling." He sighs, walking around me before I feel his hands on my shoulders, pushing me in the direction of the restaurant.

The blush on my cheeks remains the whole time. One minute he acts as if I'm his arch-enemy, and the next, he teases and flirts with me. Kim Sunoo is beyond predictable. What a sly fox indeed.

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"Hey, Stella?"

"Yes, princess?" I answer with a sly grin, my eyes not leaving the sight of the road as I drive Sunoo home.

After we ate our early dinner, Sunoo wanted to drag me to the karaoke, but upon seeing how evidently spent I was, I guess he felt a tad bad before deciding to end the day. Though I did notice how slightly despondent he looked.

"First of all, never call me that again." He snaps at me as I stifle laughter. "Second of all, I want you to go with me to this pool party on Saturday night, which will be hosted by a good friend of mine whom you probably don't know. Aera won't be going, but the others guys are."

I groan loudly. "I can't comprehend how you guys seem to party at least twice in two weeks. The other party at Sunghoon's was enough to drain me."

"The more reason why I should drag you with me to any social events." From the corner of my eyes, he can be seen smiling at me with his pearly white teeth. "If you want to be in our inner circle, you have to learn how to be sociable."

"I hate people." I admit blatantly. "Plus, I don't intend to be part of your inner circle."

"Too late, darling. You've already been one the moment you caught Aera's attention." He goes silent for a moment. "Besides, you also seem to be the centre of attention now."

Intrigued, I raise my eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Like how Heeseung and Jay fought because of you? How Jake was the root cause of our separation, but only after he broke up with you." Sunoo rambles. "Then there's Sunghoon, who completely despises your guts. Meanwhile, Ni-Ki and Jungwon seem to care a great deal about you."

I pull over as soon as I reach the familiar parking lot. "I really don't think that I'm the centre of attention."

"Oh, you definitely are, my dear." Sunoo shocks me when he gently tilts my chin to face him. A smirk tugs at his pretty pink lips. "You've already caught my attention, and I don't intend to let you stray from me."

"I don't get you, Sunoo." I mutter, feeling breathless by the second. "I thought you didn't like me. Hence, the reason you've been trying to torture me the whole day we were together."

"Then I suggest you stop assuming how I feel for you from now on." He grabs my hand, gently pulling it towards his lips, before he kisses the tips of my fingers softly while my heart seems to be pounding loudly in my ears.

He flutters his eyes, meeting my gaze. "Thank you for today. I look forward to our next hangout." He gives me a smile—a genuine smile. "Have a good night, darling."

Even as he leaves, I am still here in the parking lot, wondering what the hell just happened in a span of a day. He even told me that he looked forward to our next hangout. I didn't even know there would be another hangout.

"Do not be swayed, Hwang Stella." My palms hit my cheeks softly as I smack them. "He probably has a hidden agenda."

Oh, definitely. I didn't miss the way he looked at me. But my heart doesn't seem to stop racing until after I leave his compound.

Do you know what I love most about being a Chaebol? It's the fact that I get to flaunt my wealth whenever I want to and that many adventures await me.

However, being a Chaebol means that either everyone likes you or hates you. I've been called names by those who detest me, but conceited is what I hear often. If being proud of the abundance of wealth that runs in my family and the fact that everyone in my entire family has worked hard to get to where we are now means I'm being fucking conceited, then I don't give a damn what others throw labels at me.

My parents frequently shower me and my three older siblings with equal love and devotion, despite their hectic schedules, as my father is the CEO of a prevailing business in the automotive industry across SoKor, and my mother is the CEO of a renowned five-star hotel that is currently expanding its business throughout SoKor.

Though it is readily apparent that my siblings and I are prosperous, we have never taken our wealth or what we have for granted.

My three older siblings, consisting of my eldest brother and followed by my twin sisters, have long since graduated from the same university I'm enrolling in, and they are currently pursuing different paths. My elder brother is currently living his finest life in the US, working as a high paying doctor. As for my twin sisters, one of them is a model, while the other is a lawyer.

Then that leaves me─the youngest in the family. Even now, I have no idea what I truly want after finishing university. My siblings have reassured me that I do not need to fret over what I want to accomplish, but this does not alleviate the burden I impose on myself. I have thoughts about becoming a permanent racer, but irresolution always seems to muddle my judgement.

I love my siblings, but at the same time, I envy them. They knew what they wanted when they were around my current age. What's worse is the fact that my father intends to make me the official heir, even though I have no desire for it.

I want something more. Something that never fails to enthral me.

In the meantime, I can decisively affirm that racing is my focal point. I was first introduced to racing by my uncle, Park Junho. He taught me how to drive instead of my father. He used to be an esteemed racer in Seoul, but soon retired due to some health conditions. Growing up, I watched his racing content on screen and even attended his competitions, competing against his competitors. From there, my interest in racing grew tenfold, which led to where I am now.

I am thankful that my parents support me and what I do, despite the fact that my mother patently disapproves that I enjoy this dangerous motorsport. My father, on the other hand, approves for as long as I will serve my duties and responsibilities once I become the official heir.

I really do love my parents, but sometimes they are the reason why I'm fucking mental. It is unfair how my siblings manage to escape from all of this while I can't. Even when I was young, my parents frequently compared me to any other kid who surpassed me, especially Hwang Stella.

For some reason, my parents detest the Hwangs, just as other Chaebols do. Throughout preschool until high school, Stella and I managed to be classmates without fail. Whenever Stella scored the highest or won in competitions, my parents would compare me to her, though they did it in a gentle-parenting way.

Hence, I've grown to hate Stella. I hate how she always used to outwit me in every way. While she was number one, I would always be below her.

So to see the sight of Stella with Sunoo by her side as they enter the party's compound greatly irks me, because first of all, since when did Sunoo and her decide to be all friendly to each other?

My eyes remain fixed on them as I toss my head to the back, and the liquor trickles down my throat as it burns. I crush the red cup in my grasp before throwing it aside.

I hate it. I hate that some of my friends seem to be involving themselves with her. If she hadn't been with Jake in the first place, then Jake wouldn't be the way he is. If she hadn't been the reason why Heeseung and Jay fought, then Jay and Jake would've still been on talking terms.

Speaking of Jake, I guess we are slowly amending the broken fences between us, even though we haven't exactly talked it out. I am quite pleased that he has unblocked me after the talk we had, for which I'm grateful.

After having enough of staring at Sunoo and Stella being awfully close, my eyes shift elsewhere. I haven't seen Jake, Jay, or Ni-Ki anywhere. Heeseung and I arrived here at the same time, but he is currently somewhere in the mansion, probably smooching other girls or finally losing his virginity. I swear, my cousin is the opposite of what everyone else perceives of him. As for Jungwon, I saw him mingling with some guys in our batch in the backyard where the swimming pool is.

Just as I'm about to get up from the couch, a girl covered in a mere bikini appears in front of me. "Sunghoon! I've been looking everywhere for you!" She greets me cheerily.

Instead of looking at how blatantly provocative her body is, given how the other guys who are passing by us whistle and check her out, I keep my eyes trained on her face while a frown tugs at my lips. "Uh, do I know you?"

Disbelief is written across her face before her red lips form into a pout. "How could you forget me so easily? We slept together once last year."

Oh. While I do remember her, I can't say the same about her name or which department she's from. I rub my temple. This is the consequence of fucking around with girls who only wanted me for my money, looks, or just needed me to satisfy their needs.

It was fun in the beginning. I didn't want to look for anything serious, and some of those girls were willing to help me with my relief. I didn't care about love or committing myself to a serious relationship. But after I entered my senior year, it wasn't fun anymore. The sex I had was all boring and monotonous. From then on, no one could ever satisfy me the way I wanted.

"Do you want to head upstairs or something?" She asks, and the suggestiveness in her seductive gaze alone makes it obvious what she is planning.

In response, I offer her a terse smile before rising from the couch. "You're not my type."

I hear her gasp audibly as I walk past her, heading straight for Heeseung as soon as I spot him descending the stairs.

"Where the hell did you go?" I ask in annoyance while he quirks an eyebrow. "I need your help. Pretend that you're talking and walking me out."

"I am talking to you." Heeseung muses as I grab his hand, dragging him with me amidst the crowd of people. Geez, and here I thought they would be at the pool, where I could hear the booming music.

I shoot him a brief scowl. "Just help a bro out."

"Okay, fine." Heeseung chuckles. "What happened this time?"

"Some girl bothered me." I answer shortly as we finally step outside. A groan leaves my lips as I rub my face. "This marks the third time that has happened this week! Now I'm regretting what a major fuckboy I was before."

Heeseung pats my shoulder as though in an attempt to comfort me. "There, there. Those are just the consequences of your actions. That's all."

"Ass!" I shove him, though it is meant to be playful. "Anyway, what were you doing upstairs?"

"I was catching up with my old classmates." Heeseung leans his back against the wall and proceeds to take out a familiar small box. "Why? You thought I was with some girl?"

"Obviously." I gesture to Heeseung for one stick, and he begrudgingly gives me one. "You really need to get laid."

"Why do you seem so insistent about me losing my virginity?" He asks after inhaling the substance and blowing out smoke.

I mirror his action, leaning my back against the wall. "Don't you have needs? As in sexual urges?"

He casts a side glance at me. "Of course I do. But unlike you, I have them under control."

"But watching porn isn't the same as the real thing." I counter. "Plus, you have girls lined up, and yet you don't bother to get to know at least one. How are you going to be in a relationship, your first ever at that, if you continue to avoid them girls?"

Heeseung chuckles dryly. "You really want to know the real reason why I'm not interested in relationships? It's because I only have eyes for─"

The commotion that happens abruptly catches our attention. We hear clamouring that is coming from the backyard. Some of the people who are loitering in the same area as us begin to make their way to the backyard. Nosy bunch.

"Huh. I wonder what happened." Heeseung murmurs.

"Just another typical college fight that broke out." I plainly say. "I mean, what's a party without a fight happening, right?"

Just then, two guys walk past us, and what comes out of their mouths sparks curiosity within me. "I can't believe this is the first time that two girls are in a fight!"

"Who?" I accidentally blurt out to them, causing their heads to whip at me.

The two guys exchange glances. "Word has it, the Hwang sisters are having a fight by the pool."

In our university, there are only two Hwangs we all know.

Without a word, Heeseung starts to make his way alongside everyone else. As my curiosity grows, I can't help but follow suit. To see the Hwang sisters fight is something I need to witness at least once in my life.

"Heeseung!" I finally manage to catch up to him. "Dude! What got you to walk so damn fast?"

Heeseung ignores me as he is too distracted by what is happening, prompting me to look at the scene. The clamour around me seems to be getting louder while some are chanting 'fight!'. Fucking hell, there are some who even record the whole thing.

Just as I return my gaze to the Hwang sisters, my eyes widen when Rena pushes Stella hard, resulting in the latter falling into the pool with a loud splash. Laughter of enjoyment erupts around me, but I'm the only one who knows that this is no amusing matter. I hear the sound of my pulse drumming loudly and a certain memory that flashes itself in my mind, as though to taunt me again and reignite the guilt.

Fuck this and my better instinct.

"Sunghoon!"

Earlier

I should've known that this pool party was hosted by one of Rena's friends. The moment Sunoo parted ways with me, some of the females I recognise as Rena's friends, or rather associates, began to deliver impolite words to me, while others gave me stinky eyes.

What's worse is the fact that I somehow manage to end up by the pool, where the main party is. My eyes spot Rena, who is approaching me. I turn my back on her, having no intention to deal with her, but two of her minions grab me by my arms and forcefully drag me until they shove me to the ground.

Alas, the attention from the people by the pool has diverted to me. My hands form into fists as I hear the familiar sound of Rena's heels approaching me.

"Get up." Rena demands, but I rise back on my feet on my own accord. Rena's eyes pierce into mine. "You shouldn't have come here, but I guess that just made my job easier."

I sigh and roll my eyes. "What do you want now?"

"Tonight, I want you dead." She is practically fuming. "You fucked things up between me and Jake."

My face contorts into confusion despite the anger that simmers within me. "I'm the one who fucked things between the two of you?" I ask incredulously. This bitch is unbelievable.

"You did something to him, which is why he has begun to ignore me and refuses to listen to me." She steps closer. "How could you do this to your sister?! Stealing my boyfriend from me?!"

I can already feel the disgusted gaze from the people by the pool and in our vicinity, but I am too furious to focus on them. The fucking audacity of her?

I close my eyes and sigh as I rub my temple. "Listen, Rena, I don't know where you got the notion that I stole him or were just blatantly making assumptions, but I don't fucking care about you or your boyfriend." I hiss. "You can gladly have him."

Rena takes me by surprise at the moment she slaps me, turning my head sideways. "Don't act so smart with your mouth. I know for a fact that you still love him while, at the same time, you're whoring around with his friends."

Of course, she would want the people here to spread words about me being the evil one. Well, since I've been painted as the evil sister, why don't I act like it?

I raise my hand and slap her twice as hard, drawing gasps around me. I smirk, taking pleasure in seeing the humiliation on her face. "You'd do well to remember who you're talking to next time, Hwang Rena." My voice sounds unyielding cold, causing the others to flinch visibly. "Oh, and as for your clearly unstable relationship with Jake, have you ever thought that maybe he has finally fallen out of love for you?"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Rena lashes out as my words clearly begin to affect her. "Your existence alone is a mistake! You shouldn't have been born!"

The next moment I'm standing by the pool, and the next, I find myself falling into the pool as Rena had pushed me harder than I expected. When realisation hits me at the same time the water does, I know that I'm fucked because I don't know how to swim.

I try to swim back up, but I fail miserably. Panic and anxiety fill my chest as it hurts. I cough, needing air, but instead my lungs continue to fill with water. The pool is deeper than I thought, causing more panic within me. I feel myself getting pulled down further and further.

Black dots fill my vision while consciousness is leaving my body. I flutter my eyes close, accepting this cruel fate. As darkness begins to engulf me whole, I feel hands on my body, but the darkness has already welcomed me into its arms.

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#enhypen #enhypen poly #enhypen fanfiction #reverse harem #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #jungwon #sunoo #ni-ki

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anomalyhqs · 5 months

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DEAR STUDENTS,

‘tis the season indeed, because on top of the usual holiday cheer, today marks exactly one month of anomalyhqs! woohoo! to celebrate, the admin team is releasing a christmas themed ask meme! please REBLOG THIS POST if you’d like to participate, and remember to send a prompt to everyone who’s reblogged this too! as per our rules, ask memes also count towards activity, so we hope this lessens the burden for those of you who are busy celebrating! the admin team would also like to take this time to thank every single one of you for your continued — and may we say, growing! — interest in anomalyhqs, and for making all of this possible! as we have said previously, you are truly the framework of this roleplay, and we couldn’t have done any of this without all of you! thank you for sharing your lovely muses with us, and we hope to see more of it for months and more months to come! but enough yapping — onto the good fun! merry christmas and happy hanukkah to all who celebrate, and as always, stay super! ♡

* 🎁 — CHRISTMAS GIFTS !

aw shucks, you didn’t have to ! it’s a gift to give, and boy does the sender have a present for you! write a short drabble about the gift you’ve gotten the sender ( either the receiver making / shopping for it, thinking of what to get them, or handing it to them! ), or come up with a small playlist or moodboard that best describes the receiver’s relationship with the sender! and before you ask: yes, you can give coal if you really want to!

* 🌿 — UNDER THE MISTLETOE !

ugh, that darn weed ! you’re caught shoulder to shoulder in the doorway with the sender, and the only way to avoid the bad luck is to share your super secret text messages! along with the mistletoe emoji, send 🍒 for the last text the receiver sent to the sender, 🥀 for a 3am drunk text the receiver sent to the sender, and 🎀 for a gossip, true or false, that the receiver almost let slip to a curious current member about the sender!

* ✉️ — LETTERS TO SANTA !

hey santa, what about a gazillion dollars ? sure thing, kid! we’ll hand it to you only if you draft up a totally honest, no nonsense letter to the sender about the receiver’s truest, deepest feelings about them — y’know, the things they’d never be caught dead saying! ever held your tongue? now’s the time to let it loose!

* 🥚 — SPIKED EGGNOG !

oh wow, that’s strong ! the eggnog’s been spiked, but you’ve taken too big a gulp to back out now! senders, along with the egg emoji, send the receiver any question you’re dying to know — we all know that alcohol is the greatest truth serum, and the receiver’s drank too much of it to lie!

* ☃️ — SNOWBALL FIGHT !

hey, who threw that ?! the new season’s coming up, so you know what that means — the new rally’s soon! senders, send in your house loyalty along with the snowman emoji! receivers, if yours is the same, it means the sender’s tagged you into their fight with a bunch of heckling fans from opposing teams! if yours is different — hell, maybe the sender’s the heckling fan after all! write a drabble or highlight reel of how you think the fight will go! sic ‘em!

#nm:meme #happy one month! ♡

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honeypiehotchner · 11 months

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ooh bc i’m autistic as well and love ur autistic! reader x hotch work, what r ur head canons for the relationship?

🍒🤍🍒

OOOOOOOOOOOOO hell yeah let’s go it's delusional hours 😍

i’m a big fan of the idea that he can tell when you’re masking 🫣 he won’t call you out on it in a bad way, but he Knows. and when he does tell you that he can tell a difference, it's very very sweet and caring

the man has a strict routine as well with general day-to-day work so I fully believe that will mesh the best whether or not you're an agent

AND when it comes to him being on cases and breaking that routine, he for sure has ways to keep it in place. like if you're not an agent, he makes sure to text you at least in the morning and at night before bed. but if you are an agent, he for sure develops almost like a second separate routine for when you're in the field to keep things familiar still despite how chaotic it'll get

you make one mention of it being too loud and that bitch will have noise-cancelling headphones delivered to your door the next day no questions asked.

((i'm a VERY firm believer in hotch doesn't like to spend his money on himself but anyone else? sure why not they're $300? why don't you get the $500 pair those look nicer just put it on my card))

he's so patient with reid that i for sure see him also showing that same patience to you. like if you're rambling for too long (and let's be real if you're an agent then you and reid are feeding off each other) hotch will just gently/quietly reel you back in to get back on task

but if you're just at home? oh heart eyes out the ass bitch he will let you ramble as long as you want and he will just listen and ask questions and retain it all. same if you have a favorite show or movie that you just want to watch constantly, he'll be the first to suggest it

back to the patience, i can see him helping in social situations too, if you're ever confused, he'll explain or even keep you from speaking at maybe an inappropriate time. you're usually good on picking up certain things, but he fills in the gaps where you miss other cues

ALSO for my own guilty pleasure, he's defensive as hell. if anyone tries to talk down to you like you're a child or says some bullshit about how "they never would've guessed you're autistic!!!!" hotch is right there to call them out on it. he has your back all the time, especially after you decide to be more open about being autistic in public/at work

he's also super supportive of whether or not you want to pursue an official diagnosis. he believes you no matter what and wants you to do what's best for you, with or without the "official" diagnosis

he's such a protective person in general that i feel like he's the best during/after autistic meltdowns when you feel so out of control. he's right there to ground you and do whatever you need, even if that's just him sitting with you until it passes

i love writing these hehe!! send any other autistic questions/headcanons you have because this soothes my soul ngl 💗💗

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner asks #anon asks #you ask i answer #autistic asks #aaron hotchner x autistic!reader #hotch x autistic!reader #actually autistic author #criminal minds #criminal minds asks #🍒🤍🍒 anon

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