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gyupinkys · 9 months

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CRY SOME MORE- pout some more pt.2

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL X READER

WC: 2K

WARNINGS: GUN AND KNIFE PLAY, threesome, Cuckolding, exhobitionism, unprotected and protected sex, bondage, begging, possessiveness, edging, face fucking, impact play, very rough sex, this may make you go insane... it made me insane

Being married to Cheol isn’t as bad as you thought. Your day to day consists of sleeping in, forcing Mingyu to cook for you, and bothering Cheol into an inch of his life. You can’t complain. Cheol really tries to make you as happy as possible, often putting his pride aside to appease you, which is exactly what he’s doing now.

“I want to go with you.” you groan, upset that he has the audacity to leave you home and go to paris with Jeonghan. This seems like a honeymoon, not a business trip.

“Y/N, If you keep this up I’ll start to think you’re getting attached.”

You scoff. You absolutely are. “In your dreams, lover boy.”

You begin to plead, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, knowing he’ll fold.

“Fine, go pack your stuff.” he sighs.

You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek and running up the stairs. Missing the teasing look Jeonghan gives Cheol.

“You’re so pathetic.” Jeonghan chuckles.

“You’re no better, you literally kill people if they look at your girl the wrong way.” Cheol says with an eye roll, walking upstairs to help you pack.

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You didn’t realize Joshua was coming until you walked onto the jet and saw him passed out on the couch. You wouldn’t say you didn’t like him, he’s extremely sweet to you. The issue is you never got over your little crush on him and If Cheol finds out he’ll start whining and pouting and you don’t have time for that. You don’t want to be with Joshua, you love being with Cheol, but damn; that gentleman act gets you everytime. You quickly walk past him and head to the small bedroom at the back of the plane to get some peace of mind, which was rudely interrupted by Cheol throwing himself on top of you. You run your fingers through his hair making him nestle his head into your chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me Joshua was coming?”

“I didn’t think it was important.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Y/N, I swear if you try something.”

“I would never.”

“Y/N, I mean it when I say no funny business. The guys we’re meeting are not to be messed with.”

“Are you scared?”

“Me? No.”

He’s definitely scared. “I’ll behave. Just because I don’t want you to die.”

“Oh, you suddenly care about me.”

“Ok, I take it back.”

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You don’t like the vibes this club is emitting. You clutch onto Cheol’s hand harder as he weaves through the crowd with Jeonghan and Joshua. You’re not sure why he brought you in the first place. The VIP sections upstairs are much quieter yet even more scary. The four of you enter a private room and see four men sitting on a couch, their conversation cutting short when you walk in.

You sit between Joshua and Cheol. As usual Jeonghan does the talking, easily turning the deal in SVT’s favor.

“Before we do that, whose this dime?” the man you’ve learned as Minho speaks.

Cheol goes to answer but you quickly cut him off. You don’t need him to speak for you.

“Hi, Minho. I’m Y/N” you say confidently.

“What a beautiful name.” The man next to him, Taemin says.

“Thank you” you smile, feeling Cheol tense next to you, presumably jealous. He needs to cut this shit out.

“How do you know these guys?” Minho asks.

“I’m Joshua’s girlfriend.” you say with a smile making Joshua choke on air.

“Well, shit.” Jeonghan says under his breath while Cheol stays quiet.

“Well, Joshua. You got yourself a keeper.” Key winks.

“Thanks, man” Joshua grits out.

You tune out the rest of the conversation, thinking about how good Cheol’s going to fuck you tonight to “show you your his”. Typical, yet you love it everytime. Except, when you get back to the hotel he just sits in the armchair across from the bed. He unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, rolls up his sleeves and loosens his tie. You sit across from him on the bed waiting for him to speak, but he never does, just typing away on his phone.

“Cheol?”

He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Matter of fact, why are you here instead of with your boyfriend?”

Well this backfired.

A knock of the door cuts off your thoughts, Cheol getting up and letting Joshua in. What is going on?

“Well, here’s your boyfriend.” Cheol says in a monotone voice, looking at his phone again.

You have no words. What are you even supposed to say?

Joshua walks up to you and gently grabs your chin. “My beautiful girlfriend.” he says with a sweet smile. Woah.

“You think I don’t know about your little crush on me? If you wanted me so bad you should’ve said something, I could’ve been fucking you this whole time.” He says crawling over you, making your back hit the bed.

You must be dreaming. What the fuck is happening? Why isn’t Cheol saying anything?

“Cheolie?” you say nervously.

“What? It’s only right that your boyfriend fucks you to sleep, right?”

He’s being such an ass, but two can play this stupid game.

“Kiss me, Shua.”

He obeys, connecting your lips in a heated yet somehow sweet kiss. His lips are so soft, yet you can’t help but compare them to Cheol’s. His are plumper and rounder than Joshua’s, more familiar. “STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM” you internally yell. You thread your fingers through Joshua’s hair and pull, making him groan. He roughly pull’s back and grips your hair twice as hard.

“Don’t even try to pretend you’re in charge here.” he spits, letting your head fall back.

Well damn, where did the gentleman go?

“Coups, let me borrow your tie?”

He grabs the tie from his hands and ties your wrist together.

“I’m not gonna be as nice to you as your sweet Cheolie. I love to see pretty girls cry.”

He pulls a pocket knife out of his pocket and cuts through your dress. You wish you could see Cheol’s face, but Joshua’s broad shoulders cover your view.

“What made you say you were mine?” Joshua asks as he begins to grope your chest through your flimsy lace bra. You even wore red to entice Cheol yet- stop thinking about him.

“I want to be yours.”

“Oh?�� he drags his hands down your body, pulling your panties off and throwing them straight into Cheol’s lap.

“Y/N, tell me; Who is this pussy so wet for? Me or him?”

“Him.” you smile mischeviously.

“Always a brat.” Joshua says, grabbing your arms and pulling you to the floor.

“I’m sure you know what to do.”

Your hands fly to his belt only to earn a sharp slap to your face. He harshly grips your chin, “I didn’t give you permission to do it.”

Is everyone in this group annoying?

“Can I please suck your dick?”

“That’s more like it. Go ahead.”

You unzip his slacks and pull him out. He’s hard and leaking a bead of precum that you promptly lick and put the tip in your mouth. Joshua angled you so Cheol could see you. When you try to turn your head to look at him Joshua grabs your head and thrusts all the way down your throat making you gag.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Cheol say’s with a smirk in his voice. You try to turn your head again just for Joshua to begin thrusting harshly, punishing you for trying to look at Cheol. “Don’t make me ask again.” Cheol says knowing every time you try to turn your head the thrust will only get harder.

“If you look at him I’ll hurt you.” Joshua says in a deceivingly sweet voice.

You groan around his length, what are you supposed to do? You feel tears of frustration brim at your eyes, the gagging only making the tears begin to flow.

“Y/N, you can’t even listen to me? I’m starting to think you really want to be Joshua’s.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands, I’m sure that pussy is tighter than her throat.”

He pulls you off his cock and throws you on the bed, positioning you to face Cheol. He seems to be suffering as much as you. His hands are harshly gripping the arms of the chair and he’s breathing heavily. You can almost see the jealousy and possessiveness coursing through him.

“Let's give him a show.” Joshua whispers in your ear, rolling on a condom and rubbing his tip through your folds. You've been so pent up this little stimulation is making you feel like you could cum on the spot. When he begins to fill you up you groan, feeling a sense of relief. You don’t take your eyes off Cheol as Joshua begins harshly thrusting into you making your legs weak. Cheol pulls himself out of his pants and begins to stroke himself. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of sucking him off. You'd be so good for him if he gave you even an ounce of attention.

“This pussy isnt even mine yet I feel possessive over it. I don’t know how you're doing this, bro.”

Joshua picks up his pace making your legs give out. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest. You feel your orgasm approaching, beginning to squirm.

“That’s enough.” Cheol says, standing up.

“No, Please I’m so close.” you cry out.

“I said that’s enough.” he responds, pressing the barrel of his gun to Joshua’s head. “Get the fuck off my girl.”

“Partypooper.” Joshua complains, but pulls out. “Go sit in the chair. I want you to watch closely. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

He looks at you laying on your back on the bed and drags his gun around your body.

“Why do you think you can fuck my friends? You know, the last girl who did that ended up in a shallow grave. I don’t like sharing. So what makes you so special?”

He pushes the gun into your mouth and presses on your tongue, making it so you can’t answer. “I asked you a question.” he says, pushing harder, making you panic.

“No answer? Maybe I should kill you too.” He presses the gun further down your throat and pulls the trigger. Holy fuck. You let go of a breath and feel your pussy drip. That was so hot.

“You should’ve seen your face.” He sadistically laughs. “On all fours.”

You scramble into position, looking back at him. He doesn't give you warning before pushing into you. He stretches you more than Joshua, and has the advantage of already knowing your body. He begins brutally pounding you, forcefully arching your back so you can take him deeper.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a slutty wife. You’d fuck anyone, huh?”

“No Cheol. I only want you.”

“That’s clearly not true.” he scoffs.

“Can I cum, Please?”

“You’re real bold.”

“Please Cheol. I swear I’ll be good.”

“I’ve heard that so many times, Baby. I don’t believe you.”

“No please” you begin crying. “Please daddy. I just need to cum and I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Daddy? You must really want to cum.”

“Yes, please, please, please.”

He pulls out and cums on your back. “Cheol” you whine as you get up and begin to pathetically cry. Talk about deja vu…

He pulls you in for a kiss and whispers against your lips. “I told you, next time you want to be a brat, to remember this feeling. Clearly I need to reinforce this lesson ”

He looks up at Joshua. “You can see yourself out.”

Joshua just smiles and gets up. As he passes your sobbing figure he throws your panties onto your chest.

“I meant it when I said I like to see pretty girls cry.”

You look down at your panties to see his cum covering them and dripping off onto your chest.

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icallhimjoey · 7 months

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Lost & Found

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!

Author’s note: i know i already said we were going at a slower pace, but, i really meant it - ive got too much other things going and i apologise! part four might take EVEN LONGER ive got a busy month coming up, so we'll see how it goes! thanks for being patient with me <333

Wordcount: 4.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Your breath hitched as your fingers twitched with need of a self-destruct button when you saw him.

Swimming shorts, black. The ones you’d had in your hands two days before. Linen shirt, short sleeves, beige – unbuttoned. It was one of the things you’d tried on. Your friend had said it looked like a pyjama top on you. You were glad to learn it did not look like a pyjama top on him.

Sunglasses. Black, dark, and designer if you were to go by the large metallic logos on the sides.

Hair sort of all over the place, like he hadn’t touched it after rolling out of bed this morning. Book in hand, paperback, folded corners and broken spine.

If you were honest, it was kind of a vibe. Until you panned down, and...

Loafers.

You hoped that the glare of the sun didn’t turn your sunglasses transparent enough for Joe to notice you weren’t looking at your phone screen when you saw him step out and enter the pool area.

He walked past a couple of sun loungers that had towels on but seemed otherwise fairly abandoned. The pool was empty, the water too cold to casually dip into, so the towels probably belonged to people who dumped them there before breakfast, just to ensure they’d have a space of their own in the sun later.

Well, it was later now, and had there been no empty sun loungers free of towels, you’d have tossed a random one to claim as your own. Like the one right next to you. Just a big white towel from the hotel on an empty sun lounger that seemingly belonged to no one.

You saw Joe get closer and closer until you realised that he seemed to be coming right over to you.

Maybe he’d seen you and was now just there to come and tell you that he needed his jacket back. The one he gave you last night. The one you were meant to return to room 907. The one you still had up in room 1103.

Listen, it had gotten late. And you’d gotten too tipsy.

You also weren’t sure if you’d remembered 907 correctly, and, what if he was asleep already, you know? You decided after having your 6th drink poured into a plastic cup that you’d bring Joe his jacket tomorrow.

Maybe just after breakfast.

But then, you’d slept right through breakfast, hadn’t you?

You’d woken up two hours after falling asleep, and hadn’t been able to slide back into slumber until after you’d watched the sunrise from your balcony through blinking bleary eyes.

You’d only gotten a very quick gulp of water into your system after brushing your teeth, and now here you were, by the pool, living your best holiday-instagram-filtered-story life.

When Joe walked into earshot, you were ready to launch an excuse at him for not having returned his jacket yet.

But then he bent and sat down on the sun lounger next to you and you realized; that was his towel. One he'd probably laid down just before breakfast to ensure himself a lounger for when he'd want to enjoy some time by the pool side later.

Later was now, apparently.

Joe sat and took off his loafers as he looked over at the pool where the sun made the surface glitter, and then you saw him turn his head to look at you, giving you a polite smile.

“I was going to bring it over last night,” you blurted out as you sat up a little, “I promise, room 907, I didn’t forget. It was just, it got a bit late, and I didn’t want to maybe wake you– I’ll give it back today,” God, the nervosity practically dripped from the words you squeaked out.

Joe just smiled, which only made it worse.

“I... I’ll go get it right now, sorry,” you swung your legs to the side but stopped when you heard Joe laugh.

“That’s okay, no worries,” he quickly said, stopping your feet from finding your flip flops.

“I wasn’t going to keep it,” you reassured.

“I didn’t think you were.”

Okay, good.

“None of my other things have gone missing, so you’re fine,” Joe scrunched his nose and made a face before he got comfy with his book in his lap.

You thought back to that first night with his suitcase. He was sort of right. You could’ve easily kept something - probably would have if you’d listened to your friend who kept telling you, “That looks great on you, fucking keep it,” over and over.

“About that...” you heard yourself say it before you could stop yourself.

“Can I, just, do you want my unsolicited opinion on something?”

Joe found the page in his book he’d left off on and used fingers to bend the spine a bit further. He didn’t really reply, which you took as an invitation to just drop what had been on your mind without holding back.

“Just, I don’t understand, you seem–” you thought your choice of words over just for a second. “You sort of seem like you know what you’re doing. Man on a business trip, expensive clothing, all tailored I’m guessing, and then there’s– I’m sorry, but why would you use two-in-one shampoo?”

Joe blinked at you a second.

“And not only use it, but bring it?!”

It took Joe a second to figure out how to react to your animated question. You seemed genuinely grossed out and properly confused.

Man on a business trip.

That tickled him.

“You um... you went through my toiletries?” Joe asked, eyes back in his book, hoping that maybe the question would get you to blush again like you’d blushed when you’d met at the airport the day before.

“I went through everything, and you fucking know it,” you couldn’t help but laugh yourself now. “Please tell me that bottle has been in your that bag since the nineties and you don’t actually use it still,”

Joe snorted, head bobbing a little.

“I mean,” he started, “It’s how long I’ve had the bag, so that’s not as implausible as you’d think,”

“Yea, it looks it, Joe” you jabbed, grinning, and that’s when Joe realised.

The fucking toiletries bag.

The one he’d had since he was eight.

The one his mother had written his name on with black sharpie so he wouldn’t lose it.

JOE

He could picture it clear as day.

You knew his name because you’d read it on his toiletries bag.

You didn’t know who he was.

His mother’s handwriting had revealed his name to you, and you didn’t fully understand the wistful little smile that overtook his face for a moment as he frowned at his book a little.

This new knowledge shifted something for him. He could dissect the relief of it all later, if he wanted to. Now, it just made him want to entertain this interaction further.

So he did.

Asked you if he was correct at having missed you at breakfast. Told you he wasn't actually on a business trip, but just there for a short break from the hustle and bustle of the city, of work.

You told him you were there for the same reason, and you swapped similar stories of busy jobs and hectic schedules, of tensed shoulders and worried supervisors who pressured you into trips to the sun, and now, here you were. By the poolside of a nice hotel where they served nice drinks and, would you like a drink? What did you have last night?

“Stop, if anyone needs to get anyone a drink here, it’s me. As a thank you for the jacket and not having me, you know, arrested.”

You got up, were about to wave your card in Joe’s face but found yourself plonking back down onto the lounger.

Weird.

You didn’t feel dizzy at all, but somehow your balance felt off. You went to test it by giving your head a little shake, and then suddenly, the world moved sideways. Gravity pulled at you from the side, making you lean there a little, and then, a lot.

There was lounger where you landed, shoulder first, but there wasn’t enough lounger. After bouncing once, you felt yourself slide.

It somehow felt fine, didn’t make you panic at all, your brain already making sense of it but in all the wrong ways. You didn’t feel so heavy, head all light, and so the thud to the floor wasn’t so bad. It was almost like you floated down there, but then, with your cheek pressed against the warm concrete, everything unexpectedly moved upwards with a rough jerk. Smacked you right in the face and the rest of your body sort of slumped down, hurting your cheekbone and what you thought was your brow bone as your full weight seemed shoved into them.

It hurt.

Not in the same way the cold water of the pool hurt the bones of your feet when you'd sat on the edge of it earlier – this felt worse. Cutting.

Your face was pushed into the ground by your own weight until out of the blue, the concrete moved away from you, and you floated back up. Back the right side up.

There were hands and they pulled, and it hurt your arm, your elbow, your shoulder.

“Did you faint? What the– did you faint? No, you– hang on,”

Hands clambered at you until you were back on soft familiar surface, but everything felt a little sticky. And somehow you were fucking freezing.

“Joe?”

You felt your vocal cords say it, you knew you just said something, but you didn’t hear them. Was your voice not working? Or was it your hearing that had gone?

“You fainted,”

“It’s fine, I don’t– what’s happening, what is…”

“Fucking hell, lay down a second. Legs up too, just, I want you flat– be flat,”

You didn’t move quick enough for Joe’s liking, which Joe realized, of course you fucking didn’t. You just smashed yourself face first into the concrete and your eyebrow was bleeding now. In an attempt to gracefully get your legs up onto the lounger too, Joe nearly flung you off of the whole thing on the other side. Managed to grab you by the side just before you swung too far.

“Hands, hands,” Joe just grabbed them. “Give me your hands.” He was already holding them. “Here, hold the sides for me. I need to move you into the shade.”

And then the whole world moved. A tree came into view as the lounger you were on got dragged across grass. It disoriented you into a dizzy spin that made you forget which way was up for a second, even though you were staring right at up.

In no time, two guys who wore polo shirts with hotel-logo-nametags hovered over you and a lady from three sun loungers over stepped in to tell them to get a first aid kit. Something to clean that gash with. To make the bleeding stop.

Joe stepped back and let her mother you for a second, told one of the guys who worked at the hotel that you’d gotten up from the sun lounger and then just… fell.

The lady asked if you’d eaten, and you tried to convince her you were fine and that all of the fuss was a bit much, but then you had to confess that you hadn’t actually eaten and you’d also not slept very well the night before, and the night before that, and, you actually hadn't slept normal in ages, and your shoulders hurt, lower back too, and you’d drank a lot the night before, and, Jesus Christ, you were so fucking cold.

“Someone get her something to drink, she needs sugar,”

“And a sandwich maybe? Something to eat?” Joe added, making the other man scurry off.

There was a moment where the lady and Joe looked at each other and then both looked back at you and you felt so stupidly embarrassed.

“Can I– I want to go back to my room,”

So you could fester in your own embarrassment by yourself in peace and quiet. Without people staring down at you, and no doubt from all around the pool too with all the commotion that was made.

“They’re getting you a drink and some food, and you need your eyebrow looked at,” the lady smiled politely at you, using a finger to wipe some of your hair away from getting stuck in the blood there.

You moved a hand up to touch it, to feel how bad it was, but saw Joe reach an arm out that he quickly snapped away when you halted. You moved it to your mouth instead, to bite at the thumb nail to stop your teeth from chattering.

You were outside and people were barely wearing any clothes and seemed fine – why were you still freezing?

“Are you cold?” the woman asked, already looking around for a towel to drape over you.

“I’m fine,” you lied, and heard Joe huff a laugh. Obviously, you weren’t.

“Here,” he said, and you saw how he handed over the white hotel towel from his sun lounger. It got carefully placed over your shoulders, and it helped a little, but you just wanted to go upstairs and crawl back into bed. Get under the warm covers and sleep this off.

The first aid kit arrived, and this random hotel guest in a bathing suit took it from the guy who’d brought it over. She took over completely, cleaned your face with disinfectant and asked for Joe to help her cut a piece of tape to bandage it up. You saw his fingers fumble, shaking a little bit, like he seemed nervous.

A plated club sandwich and a can of coke arrived. After plenty of “How are you feeling?” and you repeating that you were fine over and over and over in between sips and bites, you were finally asked which room you were staying in, and if you were there with someone.

You hesitated to answer, afraid that if you said you were alone, they wouldn’t just let you go back to your room. They should, of course they should just let you do whatever, but there were three strangers doting over you all worriedly, and then also a fourth one who, even though you'd gone through everything he brought on this trip, was still technically a stranger too.

“It’s okay,” Joe then said. “I’ll take her up to her room.”

And before you could complain about it, he’d slung his towel around his neck, had taken the glass and the plate, then bent sideways and stuck an elbow out for you to loop an arm through.

It was a little weird to walk into the hotel with Joe. To get into the lifts with Joe. To step into your room with Joe.

It was a little weirder to say you were going to shower and that you were fine, thank you.

It was a little weirder when Joe didn’t just accept that and looked at you with worried eyes before he asked if you could shower with the door open, and if he could sit just outside in case the hot water did silly things to your blood pressure. What if you dropped in the shower and no one would be there to stop you from drowning?

“Drown? It’s a shower.”

“Place could flood.” Joe shrugged.

It was weird when you looked at each other a second and you realised he wasn’t going to leave. Wasn’t going to let you shower with the door shut and locked, and so, fine.

Joe awkwardly stood in the middle of your hotel room, plate and drink still in hand, when you moved the desk chair closer to the bathroom door.

“I’m sorry, I just, that lady from downstairs will murder me if I don’t make sure you’re okay,”

You laughed at his excuse and gestured for him to put all he was holding down on the desk.

“I’ll be quick.” You said, finding a change of clothes to take into the bathroom with you.

“Please, take your time. Don’t rush.”

You didn’t rush, but were quick anyway. You now had a man waiting for you to finish a shower and you knew you’d gone through all of his things, but leaving him alone in your hotel room surrounded by all of your things felt invasive.

The warm water was nice and managed to relax your shoulders a little.

Not a lot.

But, you know, all little bits helped.

“I’m okay,” you called when you shut off the water, hoping maybe Joe would reply, ok great, and maybe leave. He didn’t. Just said, “Good.” and then stayed put.

When you emerged with wet hair, in soft shorts and a white tank top, Joe smiled at you. His eyes immediately went to the wet bandage that covered your eyebrow still, the tape strong enough to have kept it in place. Good. That was good.

His smile quickly disappeared however, when he saw you rub a hand at your neck, your face displaying a painful grimace.

“Your jacket,” you pointed and Joe looked. Saw his jacket. Had seen it already.

He didn’t move to grab it, instead turning back to you. His eyes flicked between your face that displayed painful discomfort and the hand that was squeezing at the flesh of your shoulder now.

“All right, I’ll leave you alone in a second, but before you tell me you’re fine again, can I… can I just…” Joe held both his hands up. You just looked at them and didn’t move. Joe, in turn, placed both hands on top of your shoulders and frowned at what he felt.

“Jesus, all right,” Joe turned, looked around the room, eyes darting and brain going at top speeds to put a plan together.

“Do you mind if I…?”

Perhaps Joe could start actually finishing his sentences, you thought, although you thought you knew what he meant and shrugged both your shoulders up to your ears.

“No,” Joe’s eyes grew wide before he tutted at you. “Don’t, that doesn’t help. Come, sit,”

Joe sat down on the edge of the bed before you did.

“Face that way,” Joe pointed towards the windows, away from him. You followed instructions without question and felt how he collected your hair into one hand before carefully placing it over a shoulder so it’d be out of the way.

“You know this isn’t what this is meant to feel like, right?” You could hear the humour carried in his voice. Of course you knew that. You knew you also weren’t meant to bite at your nails until your fingers bled. Weren’t meant to wake up sweating and panting because you’d hallucinated being trapped in a small dark place again.

You felt the mattress level out behind you as Joe got up and stepped forward. He bent to the side a little, getting his shoulder in front of your face.

“Here,” he touched himself where he’d touched you just before. “Feel this bit, how you can easily squeeze the soft tissue here?”

You reached up, hesitated for a moment, but then touched Joe over his linen shirt that had a few buttons done up now, and squeezed where he told you to squeeze. Like it was normal.

That was… that was all muscle.

Not as thick and hard as whatever was happening to your shoulders, but these were Joe’s warm muscles you were pressing your fingers into.

“Now feel yours,” Joe moved back, touched his fingers to where he wanted you to feel, and made you squeeze yourself in the same spot and, yea, okay, that was a big difference.

“I am also here to relax, but clearly one of us needs it more than the other,” Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils as he sat down on the bed again behind you and he got back to what he was doing before.

“I've not gotten a good night's sleep in months,” you revealed as Joe dug thumbs into where it hurt.

Hurt good.

Hurt so good.

“You should book a massage,” Joe spoke softly, but kept massaging your shoulders, the bottom of your neck.

“Hmmh,” you replied, afraid that if you’d say anything else, he’d stop what he was doing.

Joe kneaded and pushed and squeezed and touched for a while, and you noticed you were starting to have to work really hard at not flopping over. At sitting up right and keeping your eyes open. You repressed yawns and tried to remember to breath properly, but you’d just had a nice shower and you’d barely gotten any sleep before and now you were on your bed in a comfortable outfit and Joe was massaging you with his big hands and maybe you could rest your eyes, for just a second, you know?

“Here, lay down,” Joe suddenly whispered and without acknowledging how weird it was that Joe just sat outside your bathroom whilst you showered and was now massaging you to sleep in your hotel room, you just laid down. Instantly got comfortable on your stomach leaving enough space for Joe to sit on the side, one knee folded onto the bed and the other dangling down the side still.

“There’s a– do you feel this?” Joe pushed knuckles exactly where you wanted them. “Huge knot.”

“Feels nice,” you whispered, breathy and exhausted.

“I can loosen it up a bit more, but this– you really should get a professional massage,”

Joe kept working strong fingers and even stronger knuckles into the same spots until you couldn’t even feel it anymore. Just felt numb. Or maybe you were just falling asleep and not stopping yourself from slipping under.

Joe’s hands never ventured much lower – maybe just a little, but nothing inappropriate. You were only strangers after all. He thought that you knew who he was but then you didn’t and now the playing field was level and, sure, you knew more about him because you’d gone through his whole suitcase, but he was in your hotel room now and you were falling asleep under his touch.

Fell asleep under his touch.

You woke up in an empty hotel room hours later, covered by the folded-over other half of the duvet you were lying on top of.

You felt… well rested. Only a little disoriented. A little thirsty. Nothing crazy.

The last thing you remembered feeling was Joe’s fingers trailing from your shoulders down your arms and back up again and you felt a little sad that he wasn’t there anymore.

It was still light out, but the sun was setting and it felt like the whole day had passed you by today. You stretched, body feeling looser. Better. Joe was right though, you needed to book a massage. Maybe two. Or three.

When you looked over and saw Joe’s jacket still there, slung over the back of the chair that was now back in its spot behind the desk, you couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped you. He could’ve taken that – should have taken that, and yet…

Yea, the day had been weird.

Had been weird from the start.

The weird night's sleep, Joe's toiletries bag, the wound above your eye, the empty coke can on the desk, the massage that had put you to sleep for several uninterrupted hours, and, Joe's jacket.

Weird.

And then room service was weird.

And watching the sunset from your balcony was weird.

Then trying to get back into bed for actual nighttime sleep was weird.

All of it, just... weird.

Room 907.

You'd said you would return the jacket today.

And then he'd been in your room and he'd stayed with you until you'd fallen asleep and then he hadn't taken it.

Joe's jacket was still in your hotel room.

Weird.

You tried ignoring it. Tried to watch TV. Scrolled on your phone. Thought of taking a long bath, maybe.

But that stupid jacket. It kept calling your attention from across the room.

Even after turning off all the lights and tossing and turning for about an hour, you could still feel it there. Taunting. Whispering dares.

Bring me to his hotel room.

Take me there.

Come on.

And...

Fuck.

All right.

You sat up in bed, flicked on a light and squinted both eyes at the sudden brightness.

There it was, still in the same spot. Joe's jacket.

“Fine. You win.” you told no one and slung your legs out of bed, grumbling with annoyance as you took the jacket from the chair and found your hotel room key on the side.

Room 907.

The hotel was quiet as you took the lift down two floors and found Joe's room quick enough.

You stalled a second, unsure if you should knock, but then thought, fuck it. You were there now, jacket in hand, and you'd said you'd bring it back today. You knocked softly, then waited and listened. Nothing. Just to be safe, you knocked again, and then heard the soft click of a light switch. You ignored how that made your heart thunder in your throat.

It didn't take long for the door to open. When you saw Joe's tired face, you immediately knew you'd made a mistake.

You should've waited 'til the next morning. This wasn't a cool move.

“Your jacket,” you felt so dumb. Looked so dumb.

But then you caught sight of the smallest of smiles as Joe took it from you, holding the door wide open as he did.

A beat of silence followed where you hoped Joe'd say thanks, so you could tell him thank you for letting you borrow it in return.

The thanks never came.

Instead Joe stepped aside, door still wide open, and gave a tiny backwards nod that welcomed you inside, followed by a quiet whisper.

“Come on.”

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miasmaghoul · 8 months

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miasma how much for swissdew pussy eating….im prepared to give up my first born if need be

i accept payment in good vibes and offerings of either fruity candy or noodles

if anyone was curious

(ft transmasc dew, use of cunt/clit and dick for his anatomy)

Dew's a vision at the lakeside.

Pale skin glowing in the summer sun, golden hair soaked through and pulled back in a tight knot. He'd just finished his latest set of laps, skin still sparkling with shimmering droplets of lake water as he flopped onto his towel.

Swiss really can't help but stare from his place by the dock. Impossible not to, really. He just looks so sweet in those little white shorts, ones he must have stolen from Rain - they're triple knotted but still hang low on his hips. He smiles to himself when Dew wrings water from the drenched fabric, revealing the soft, milky skin of his inner thighs. Skin that's begging for a few bruises.

Dew stretches, lays himself out in the sun, and Swiss decides he looks far too alone.

He keeps his pace casual as he saunters towards the little ghoul. Keeps his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts and lets his shirt flutter in the summer breeze. It's a short sleeved button down in pale pink, only two buttons done up, and Swiss can feel Dew's eyes on his chest the closer he gets.

Not that Swiss is doing much better - his own golden gaze rests on Dew's pert, stiff nipples. The silver barbells through them sparkle in the sunlight, and the only thing prettier is the pink flush of exertion painting Dew's cheeks and chest.

"How's the water?" Swiss drags thick fingers through his curls, smirking down at the lithe body laid out before him.

"Not bad," Dew replies, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in a way that can only be intentional. He sighs when he relaxes, offering Swiss a lazy grin. "Little chilly."

"Looks like it," Swiss comments, nodding at his chest. "Got 'em all stiff."

Dew glances down and offers a soft chuckle. Swiss tries not to let his eyes bug out of his head when the little ghoul starts plucking at those tight, pink buds.

"Guess so," he says, amused. Dew smiles when he looks up again. "What's your excuse?"

Dew nods at his crotch, and Swiss laughs. Gets a handful of the obvious bulge in his khaki shorts and gives it a nice fondle.

"This one's all on you, firecracker," he lilts, not missing the flash in Dew's lovely copper eyes.

Swiss bodily flops on the ground next to his towel, laid out on his side and resting on one bent elbow. His other hand drags over Dew's thigh, catches in the creases of his wet shorts.

"Can't help it when you look so pretty."

Swiss walks two fingers over a bony hip while Dew preens, up the smooth plane of his stomach. The little ghoul watches them move, watches Swiss's fingertips sink into the tiny bit of softness just above his waistband.

Swiss can't take his eyes off of Dew's face, though. Off of sun-darkened freckles painted over the bridge of that strong nose, off of the few wisps of almost dry hair hanging in his face.

He catches the little ghoul in a slow, decadent kiss. The kind you can only have outside, surrounded by sweet grass and heady summertime scents. It's languid and luxurious, Dew's fingers finding their way into Swiss's hair around the same time Swiss licks into his mouth. The little ghoul tastes of the lake, clean and fresh and tinted with the spice and tobacco that Dew always carries, and Swiss groans into his mouth.

Dew looks up at him with dark, lidded eyes, and Swiss's cock fattens up just that much more.

"So pretty."

They pull back at the same time to breathe, and Swiss laughs to himself when he realizes that he's straddling that little body now, large hands cupping Dew's warm cheeks. He looks dazed, lips rosy and slick. Swiss has to catch one between his teeth, giving that soft flesh a playful tug.

"You still chilly, Sparky?"

It's an easily answered question - Dew feels like a furnace beneath him, skin steaming away the remnants of the lake. The skinny arms looped around his neck feel like branding irons, even through his shirt. Dew is most definitely not chilly.

"Freezing," the little ghoul chirps, leaning up to lick at Swiss's tongue. He sighs when Dew sucks the tip of it into his mouth, sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners. A small foot strokes along Swiss's calf. "Gonna warm me up?"

"'Course," Swiss winks, dipping down to lick at the hollow of Dew's throat. "I was just thinkin' it was time for lunch."

Dew hums, letting his arms fall to the towel instead. Swiss rewards him with a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of his throat. Dew cringes even as he laughs, the sound melting into a pleased sigh when Swiss sucks the first of what will be many dark marks into delicate skin.

This is one of his favorite ways to have Dew - there's always something to be said for their more frantic encounters, for the ones that leave them bloodied and exhausted. For the times he makes Dew cry, and for the times Dew fucks him into to brainlessness with a strap that could rival Mountain.

But times like this? Ones where he can take his time, can worship Dew the way he likes best? Swiss can never get enough.

He takes it so very slow. Kisses every inch of Dew's throat, over both collarbones, down his sternum. Colors his skin in splotchy purple and deep red, nips at his few soft spots and glides warm, steady hands along his sides.

Dew's nipples get special attention, of course. Swiss can't help the obsession he has with those little pink nubs, not when Dew is just so, so sensitive there. He squirms so beautifully when Swiss catches them between his teeth, makes the sweetest sounds when Swiss latches on to what little he has there.

He watches Dew's face through it all - the way his brows furrow, the way he sucks his lower lip between crooked teeth, the way he breathes so harshly through his nose when Swiss snakes a hand between their bodies. A large hand cups Dew's cunt through his now-dry shorts, and the little ghoul rocks shamelessly against his palm.

"Don't feel chilly here," Swiss teases, licking a broad stripe along one of the crescent-shaped scars on Dew's chest. He can feel the stiffening bump of Dew's clit throb against his hand, and Swiss groans as he gives it the smallest rub.

"You should probably make sure," Dew breathes, hands coming up to rest on Swiss's broad shoulders. He gives them an impatient little shove and Swiss snorts.

"You're the boss," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to Dew's belly as he slides south. He nuzzles the barely-there trail of hair just below his navel, dips his tongue into that divot, and hooks thick fingers into Dew's shorts. "Think you're all slippery for me yet?"

Dew shrugs, tucking one arm behind his head and threading long fingers into Swiss's hair. Scratches at his scalp in a way that has a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. Dew rocks his hips up into his face and Swiss nips at him through the fabric. Dew smiles.

"Dunno," he says, noncommittal despite how fucked out he looks already - pink cheeks, swollen lips and nipples, a perfect collar of sucked-in marks lining his throat. "Guess you should check on that too."

Swiss tips his head, makes a sound of consideration while he unwinds Dew's fingers from his hair. Dew watches him place soft kisses to each knuckle, watches him drag his teeth along the inside of his wrist.

Dew whines, his eyes slip shut, but he obeys. Swiss watches his fingers move through the fabric, hears them slip through slick folds. The sound goes straight to his balls, wrings a pained moan from his throat, and Swiss grinds against Dew's towel.

"I have a better idea."

Swiss lifts Dew's waistband and shoves his own bony hand into his shorts. The little ghoul gasps, and Swiss smirks.

"Go on and show me how excited you are, sweetheart."

"Yeah, just like that," he rasps, licking his lips. Swiss grips his skinny waist, presses his nose to the crotch of those shorts to breathe in deep."Fuck, you're gonna taste so good." He pats at Dew's arm. "Lemme see, c'mon, show me."

Dew makes a sweet little sound, pulls his hand back, and Swiss drools at the way his fingers glisten.

"Beautiful."

He grips Dew's wrist and wastes no time taking those wet digits into his mouth. The taste of him floods Swiss's tongue, sweet and salty and so fucking addictive. He can never get enough, and that suits the both of them perfectly. He licks at Dew's palm, breathing heavy and ragged. Dew watches him with blown-out eyes, little chest rising and falling bunny quick.

"Think you need more," Dew mutters, voice thready with need. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Oh, Swiss is going to implode one of these days.

"Baby, I'm starving."

Swiss scrambles to get Dew's shorts down, leaving them looped around a scrawny ankle while he pushes those slender thighs apart and gets the little ghoul properly exposed. Swiss chokes at the sight of him, plump and slick and throbbing. He presses his nose to the crease of Dew's thigh and inhales like a man starved.

"Lucifer, you smell like heaven," he murmurs, and Dew sighs.

"You gonna talk about it all day, or are you gonna eat?"

Swiss laughs.

"Until I can't anymore, princess."

The first pass of his tongue, flat and broad, has Dew sagging back against his towel. Swiss huffs against him as he repeats, licking long and slow. Dragging it over every inch of hot, sensitive flesh in the ways he knows Dew likes best. Spreads him with two fingers to he can take each of Dew's dusky lips between his own and suckle them until Dew's legs start to shake. Licks from his hole to the base of his clit and back again, swimming in every sweet, eager sound the little ghoul feeds him.

"Fuck, your mouth," he groans, gripping Swiss's hair and rolling his hips. "C'mon, lick it, lick it."

Swiss dips his tongue inside for the briefest second, and Dew kicks like a dog.

"Yeah? That what you need?"

Swiss asks it between soft, wet kisses around his clit. So much attention paid to every place except where he knows Dew wants it most. The little ghoul grumbles, halfheartedly trying to hold Swiss in place with the hand in his hair. Swiss bumps the very tip of that swollen length with his nose, and Dew hisses.

"Need me to suck this cute little dick?" Swiss gives that stiff length a sweet, tiny kiss, just enough to make Dew's thighs clench. "Need me to make it cum?"

"Uh huh," Dew nods, hooking a leg over Swiss's lower back. He's flushed straight down his throat now, chest blotchy red. Gorgeous. "Suck it outta me. Lemme get your chin wet."

Swiss throbs from head to toe, he swears it. With a mighty groan he readjusts, tosses skinny legs over his shoulders, and digs his fingers into bony hips. He'll leave bruises in the pattern of his fingertips, and neither of them will mind. Especially not when Dew stretches tomorrow, when his shirt raises and exposes those marks to anyone that cares to look. The thought has Swiss shivering already, a thrill shooting through him and a copious blurt of pre soaking into his already stained shorts.

"Oh, sweet boy," he says, hitching Dew's hips up, "I want you to fuckin' drown me."

Swiss wraps his lips around Dew's fat little clit, swirls his tongue, and everything that isn't Dewdrop fades away.

Swiss hopes it never comes back.

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disney-trigger-warning · 2 years

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What the TWST Boys wear to bed

Riddle Rosehearts

Classic simple button up pajamas set. Probably red and soft, like satin or some other nice fabric. Does not wear them anywhere but in his room, except on the third Tuesday of every other month, according to the Queen of Hearts Rule #629. He even has a little night cap.

Trey Clover

A simple man, he wears an old white shirt and red pajama bottoms with cupcakes designs on them. He follows the Queen of Hearts rules for pajama wearing, though if he gets the urge to bake at 3 am he’s not putting on regular clothes to do it, only adding some slippers to the mix. Riddle just sighs in disappointment when he catches Trey breaking the rules.

Cater Diamond

He had a normal pair of pajamas packed, but then his sisters raided his suitcase. Now he’s stuck in this frilly pink nightgown. He’s glad that it’s long sleeved and to his ankle, with an admittedly cute swoop neckline. He ends up borrowing a pair of pajama pants from Trey and sleeps in those when he absolutely can’t stand it anymore. He only wears the nightgown in his room.

Deuce Spade

He’s a good normal boy, who wears good normal boy pajamas to bed. And by that, I mean it’s a blue plaid pajama pants and a matching shirt with a cauldron on it. He really loves cauldrons, okay? He would wear it around the dorm if Riddle doesn’t yell at him for breaking the rules.

Ace Trappola

He falls into bed wearing whatever he was wearing for the day. He will take off his shoes, jacket, and tie, but that’s it. It’s really gross when he drops into bed with his basketball uniform on.

Leona Kingscholar

He sleeps nude. Ruggie is so tired of waking up Leona and seeing his bare butt. If he MUST go out, he throws on a silk robe that reminds you that he is a rich prince.

Ruggie Bucchi

He’s poor and can’t afford regular pajamas. He sleeps in an old threadbare shirt and boxers until the shirt ripped too much, then Leona gave him an old shirt to replace it. He can and WILL wear them around the dorm because he doesn’t give a shit.

Jack Howl

A simple boy, he choses the classic plaid pajama bottoms and that’s all. He will put on a shirt if someone needs him after jammy time.

Azul Ashengrotto

He wears a nice set of silken lavender pajamas.

Jade Leech

Like Azul, wears a nice set of silken pajamas. His are black, like his heart, with little mushroom designs on them.

Floyd Leech

He wants to sleep naked but Jade says no. Instead he goes for the classic gray sweat pants or basketball shorts, even if he hates them.

Kalim Al-Asim

We all know what this boy wears to bed. That nice little halter style red shirt and white shorts. Whore (affectionate). He actually hosts pajama parties for the dorm.

Jamil Viper

A simple classic boy, wears a set of red sweat pants and a white tank top. Has been forced into these pajama parties against his will.

Vil Schoenheit

A GNC king, he wears a beautiful spaghetti strap long purple night gown, with a sheer robe to cover it. He also uses a purple headbands to keep his hair out of his eyes and of course his nightly face mask.

Rook Hunt

Surprisingly, he doesn’t go all out with his nightwear. A white shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, pajama pants when it gets too cold.

Epel Felmier

He’s a MAN, a MANLY MAN, who wears only the manliest of man pajamas: nothing. Or at least he tried, until Vil yelled at him. Now he wears the apple themed pajama set his mama packed.

Idia Shroud

Some kind of anime merchandise inspired set or some kind of RSA Ignihyde theme assigned PJ set. That is under the assumption he DOES sleep.

Ortho Shroud

Is robot. He doesn’t need clothes.

Malleus Draconia

He is a fae prince and he is dressed like one would think a fae prince would for sleep. It’s black and green, dramatic, making you question if it even is pajamas. But it’s so soft and silky.

Lilia Vanrouge

Spaghetti strap hot pink shirt, a pair of black shorts, and neon green socks. I don’t know why but he gives me these vibes.

Silver

Half of his wardrobe is pajamas. All designs, all types. He randomly picks every night.

Sebek Zigvolt

Wears a classic black pajama set with lightening bolts on the pants.

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bornagainmurdock · 8 days

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star of the show

author's note: support your local drag scene! i'm going to a drag show tonight and i'm very excited to take a break from uni and writing papers and reading theory

summary: you take matt to his first drag show, suggestive but no sex, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, discussions of alcohol, showering together

work count: 1.5k

Matt had lived in NYC his entire life and didn't know any different. He couldn't imagine a non-walkable city, pizza shops on every corner, and not hearing an ambulance siren every second of the day. Despite his intense senses, he was very good at tunning out the soundscape that is the city.

But there was one thing Matt had never done in New York. Matt had never been to a drag show.

Sure, he was familiar with the bar culture. Hell, he'd been to a few gay bars back in the day. But never to see a drag show.

He was convinced the vibe wouldn't be right for him. He was also concered about the sheer amount of sensory input: the stinging song of the lights, the bass shaking the floor, the loud music, the warmth of alcohol throughout the venue.

But, when you offered to take him to his first show he couldn't have said yes faster. He was excited. The show was over a week away, but you wanted to give him enough time to process the situation and prepare himself for it. Matt was also very anxious. he asked you lots of details about the venue and how to get there. He asked about the type of crowd that they typically pull. Matt asked you every question he could come up with throughout the week.

You knew that when he was sensory overwhelmed it could be a recipe for disaster, sending Matt into a series of panic attacks or worse, give him flashbacks.

When the day came, Matt was bouncing around the apartment. He convinced Foggy to let him leave the office early so he could prepare. He had to find something to wear, something cool enough to not be out of place but comfortable enough so that didn't contribute to his overwhelm-ness.

When you got off of work and made it back to the apartment, you walked in to see clothes scattered all over the house. Matt was in the closet throwing things behind him, trying to piece something together.

"Are you looking for something or just creating an elaborate tripping hazard for yourself?"

"I don't know what to wear. I can't wear my usual suit because that will be too formal. But I can't wear gym clothes, beacuse obviously. I guess I'm realizing I got rid of all my manwhore clothes from college when Fog and I would go barhopping." He stopped digging for a second to turn your direction.

"Do you want some help?"

"I'd love some."

You walked through the house looking at the options before deciding to sort through what was left of the closet instead.

"Okay Matt, how about just some jeans. Any jeans. These are black normal straight leg jeans."

"Okay. Okay. But What do I wear on top?"

"How do you feel about this shirt." You passed it behind you into his hands. He passed it between his fingers to feel all of the textures.

"Is this mesh? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME TO WEAR SOMETHING SEE-THROUGH?"

"Yes, it's mesh. It's a sheer black short sleeve button up that I bought for you and then I guess forgot to gift to you."

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"I do. Now put it on."

Matt was hesitant but trusted you to make him look good. You helped him button the front while his hands ran over his body, feeling the texture on his skin.

"Oh this is nice."

"I told you. Now let me get ready."

You put in headphones while Matt finished getting ready. You changed outfits rather quickly, already having an idea of what you wanted to wear tonight.

While in thebathroom using the mirror to fix your hair, Matt walked in and settled behind you, snaking his hands around your hips.

"I bet you look so good right now," Matt started kissing the back of your neck, biting every so ofter, "What're you wearing?"

"Find out for yourself."

His hands caressed your whole body, stopping at the chain around your neck. He pulled on it to tilt you head down for more access to the side of your neck.

"Keep it in your pants Murdock. We have to leave soon."

You packed your bag and made sure Matt had anything he could need tonight while you were out: specifically nausea meds because you knew he would drink until he was sick if given the chance.

"Let's go!!"

It was a short walk to the venue. Matt was giggly the whole walk, purposely tapping you with his cane when you got too far ahead of him.

At the door, Matt folds in his cane and tucks it into his back pocket for now. You paid the cover and got your two mandatory drink tickets and helped Matt up the front steps before finding yourself at the end of the bar.

"Drinks?" Matt was excited to get this night started.

He ordered for both of you. Himself, a negroni, and you, a vodka cran. You grabbed both and searched for a table, finding a tall one with two chairs to sit out.

"So the show starts in 20 minutes. How do you feel?"

Matt took a huge sip and smiled, "Buzzed. There's too many bodies walking around. Will you tell me what's happening."

"Yah. Okay, so the rooms almost full. I'm sure you can tell that. We must have got the last table or maybe whoever was here saw the poor sad blind man and moved for us," Matt laughed along with you, "But some of the performers are walking through the crowd. The DJ is finishing getting set up. I'm sure you can tell by the music. Oh, and also the hosts just sat down."

You were interupted by an annoucement over the loud speakers about the show starting soon. Matt reached for your hands and squeezed hard when he found them.

When the show started Matt had very quickly become the center of attention, with many performers coming up to him to flirt. One of the queen under her breath asked to take Matt's glasses off for a bit, and after he said yes, she took them, put them on, and danced around for the rest of the song before returning them to the table with a wink.

At the start of each number you explained their outfit and makeup and any props they had on stage to Matt. He swayed and sung along the whole night, cheering when performers did big stunts and offering his commentary about audio mixing to you between numbers.

"Okay and this one is wearing a yellow wig, and it's curly and big, like a southern grandma. And she has on big black stomping boots with lots of buckles. She's in a latex dress, skin tight and barely covering anything. She's covered in chains and spikey metal accessories. Her nails are loooong stilletos and they're shiny black with crystals. And her makeup is also all black and super glossy."

"Do you think I'd look good in that dress?"

"You're drunk."

"Perhaps, but I could use another." And so he did.

At the end, every performer joined the crowd for a dance party, many of the flocking to Matt to flirt with him some more, and he ate it up. He was singing and dancing along the crowd, laughing with the emcees and taking shots with the queens.

A drag queen was holding Matt's hand and spinning him around, bumping into the rest of the crowd and spilling the drink in his hand. He was buzzed and happy.

At last call Matt grabbed his final drink and finally sat back down to relax.

"So how would you say your first drag show is going?" He didn't respond, just giggling and blowing you a kiss.

They finally kicked you both out, tipsy and stumbling down the street, Matt was still singing and humming with excitement. When you finally reached the apartment, he collapsed on the couch with a sigh.

"After all this time living in NYC, I cannot believe I haven't been to a drag show yet. I feel like I've been missing this my entire life." Emotionally drunk Matt wasn't typical, here he was in tears over how exciting the night was. "It was so magical."

"I don't think you've drank this much in so long."

"We should do it more often." His senses were blasted, unable to navigate the apartment as good as he normally did.

"Absolutely not. Shower time Matthew."

He hummed in affirmation adn stripped right there in the living room. Butt-ass-naked and still wiggling around like the club music was still blasting.

When you wrangled him into the shower, you stripped as well joining him in the warm water.

"Do you think we can go back next week again? One of the queens asked when she'd see me again."

"Were you flirting with them?"

"I'm not really sure." He chuckled, alcohol seeping out of his skin, slowly sobering up in the water.

"I'm not letting you get this drunk next time."

"Try and stop me."

"Oh I will." You tickled him for a second before clinging onto his torso, kissing his chest. "Alright, bedtime."

You turned off the water and stepped out handing Matt his towel.

"Okay but we can go back next week, right?"

"Of course Matt."

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Hᴏᴡ ⵊ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀᴇss ɪʀʟ

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Deidara - Dresses like an Edgar who does art. I js know he has those shiny ass belts and pants to his fuckin knees. First photo is canon, it’s the first post on his Insta. His closet is black and white, and he never leaves the house without the gold chain.

Itachi - He likes sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatpants. I feel like he gravitates more towards dark colors, specifically dark reds, blues, browns and blacks. Also he likes gray sweatpants 😏. He wears minimal silver jewelry so just thin rings and one or two necklaces. When it gets hot he just wears short sleeves (a lot of white tshirts)

Hidan - Button ups and and jeans. The way he dresses kinda gives dad vibes but he doesn’t care bc it’s easy and put together without looking super formal. This man also doesn’t get cold so in the winter he might throw on a think jacket but usually he sticks with short sleeves.

Konan - Business casual chic, typa look. Like Pein, she knows she's important and wants to look the part. I can see her wearing lots of blacks and whites, but she likes to throw in fun colors (esp purples) and accessories as well. She's so pretty

Kisame - He loves turtle necks omgg! Matches them with dress pants and a thin belt. Like Itachi he likes darker colors. Heavy on the black and navy blue clothing though. He also likes more fitted shirts. It makes him look put together but casual all the same and he likes that, also makes him look hot which he likes as well

Sasori - His outfits are pretty casual, just jeans, a plain colored shirt (sometimes his shirt will have design but if it does its subtle), and a jacket. Always a jacket, he doesn't leave the house without one. His favorite is this red jacket that matches the color of his hair perfectly. Silver necklaces and simple silver rings.

Pein - Always dressed for business. He's a suit and tie guy 24/7 typa guy, but sometimes he'll take of his suit jacket and unbutton a button or two on his shirt and loosen his tie and jesus does he look goodddd. He also wears silver rings, however his are 100% real silver

Tobi - Colorful cyber y2k. He can match any color together and make it look good, its insane. Likes blingy ass belts and has his ears pierced (they got infected within two weeks of getting them done because he didn’t take care of them properly). Very fun fits overall!

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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Please, Part 3 of Punk Jade, you're giving me more of a reason to simp for this man-

I will honestly GLADLY turn into a Jade-fic blog i am so far gone when it comes to this man... Sorry for the wait guys! Uni had me in a chokehold (again) but LETS GET BACK TO SIMPING

A Look Into The Past (Pt. 3)

Jade Leech x Reader ;

On a rare day off, Jade found himself pondering Professor Crewel's fashion tips when it came to styling his piercings but couldn't decide for himself. Who else to ask for opinions other than you?

(we're back again folks!! again thank you so much for the love on this fic!! I'll be considering posting this on Ao3 as a full series after this one XD THANK YOU!!!)

Reader is a Sophomore in this fic, just like the twins!

Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here!

"U-Um, so that's what you called me out for?" "Yes, exactly."

When Jade had contacted you saying that there was a "disaster", you certainly didn't expect the disaster to be the eel-mer's own wardrobe. You were surprised at the amount of clothes he had, but a few of them are quite... distasteful, to say the least.

When Jade wore his ear piercings to school the other time, he was stopped by none other but Professor Crewel and was given an earful about how to dress and act when wearing such flashy accessories. Granted, they were at school so it can't be helped, but Crewel made sure to make Jade remember his fashion tips for days off like today.

"Did Floyd get you this?" You hold up a purple shirt with a drawing of an eel, and big blocky text saying "Mentally Eel". You grimaced at how tacky the shirt was. "Ah, yes he did. Floyd has the habit of collecting anything eel-related in the surface world, you see."

You had to stifle a laugh at the thought. "Ah, that's where he got those eel keychains."

You rummaged through Jade's wardrobe (with permission, of course) and pulled out most of his clothes, gently putting them down and organizing them by type. There were a few normal button-up shirts, a pair of pajamas, Jade's hiking clothes and equipment, and let's not forget the winter clothes he wore on his trip to Harveston. (You wonder why he wore shorts AND leggings with his hiking wear, but you're not gonna question it.)

"What did Crewel say about them anyway? And uh, why me out of all people? I'm pretty sure someone like Vil or Cater could give you much better insight?" You ask. Jade tilts his head, pondering for a second. "Why, I suppose it's because you were the first person to pop up in my mind. I couldn't hope to bother our seniors, after all. Besides, your sense of fashion is quite good."

Bullshit reasoning. Or so you say, but you feel your ears heat up from the thought of Jade thinking of you. "Oh. I-I see." Jade wasn't lying when he said you had a good sense of fashion though, your choice of outfits on days off were always endearing to him. You were wearing a blouse paired with black overalls today, which looked both comfortable and fashionable at the same time.

"What did Crewel say?" "Hm... He said that a relaxed, mature look would suit for a lesser amount of accessories, to put it simply. Either that, or something simpler to accentuate the accessories if we were to wear more amounts."

Perhaps it's time for a little fashion show, then?

You quickly look around and pull out a few pieces of clothing- A pair of white pants and bright blue and yellow short sleeved shirt, giving off a bit of a tropical vibe. Jade took the clothes gratefully, putting them on the bed for him to change into.

"Oh? Are you perhaps going to watch me change, or~?" "I-I'M NOT! I'M LOOKING AWAY!!!" Your face shone red, quickly turning around to look at the door instead. Jade chuckled quietly, unbuttoning his shirt and taking them off. You can clearly hear the sound of him unzipping his pants as well, making you wipe your sweat off your forehead. (there's the urge to peek, but you better not.)

"Alright, I've finished changing. What do you think?"

You nervously turn around, and closely examined Jade in your chosen clothes. "It looks pretty good! I think a bit of a messier look would look nice with lots of accessories on your ears, like if you unbuttoned a few from the top of your shirt."

Jade complies, messing up his hair slightly and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his collarbone, and you feel yourself regretting your words.

"I quite agree. The colors of the shirt pop with the addition of the white pants, and the silvers of the metal can be clearly seen."

"A-Ah, yeah!" (remember to look respectfully, dear) "Can you lean down for a sec?" Jade kneels down to your level sitting on the floor, and you take out a few of his accessories from the little wooden box he kept neatly inside his wardrobe. You picked up a few unused piercings and tried mixing and matching them on his ears, laughing when Jade comments your fussing over his ears tickles quite a bit.

"But it's not really your style, honestly... A flashy look like this kinda fits Floyd more." You comment, but deep down you think it wasn't a bad change of pace to see Jade in something other than buttoned-up shirts and suits. Turning back to the clothes pile, you pick out another set of clothes- this time, it was a comfy white turtleneck with black dress pants. You also found a brown trench coat in the depths of his wardrobe, which Jade said his parents' acquaintances gifted him for his birthday and he didn't know how to style it.

You looked back to the door once again as he changes out of the clothes, putting the new set on quickly and gracefully. "Oh, this definitely feels much more my style."

You turned around to see for yourself, and your eyes shone excitedly seeing him in the new getup. "Oh! Definitely!!" You cheered, giggling while at it. "You surprisingly suit the more mature-but-comfortable look, Jade." The eel-mer chuckles, sitting back down on the floor. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. What about the accessory choices, then?"

"Hmm... Crewel said that less is better in this getup, so just a little..." Picking up a few ring shaped ones, you carefully put a few piercings on Jade's ears- a simple look, consisting of the double helix on top of his ears and a couple of silver studs along his lobes.

"There! Well it isn't exactly a little either, but..."

Jade looked at the mirror in his room, a satisfied smile on his face. A smile that is neither shady, plotting, or emotionless- a genuinely happy smile. "My my, I was correct in assuming you had good taste in fashion. I'm rather confident in this look, actually. It's comfortable enough for me to move in, and yet still maintaining the fashionable aura from the coat."

You had a grin on your face, proud of your handiwork. "All thanks to you being a good model! And for having a variety of clothes I can choose from, haha."

You had quickly put the rest of his clothes back into his wardrobe after making a few other suggestions, and dusted yourself off as you stood up. "I should probably get going now, I wouldn't want to invade for too long." You say, stretching your arms and getting ready to get back to your dorm. You open the door, stepping out from his neat room.

"Ah, before that." Jade called out, following you outside. He quickly (and rather smoothly) took your hand in his, closing and locking up his room. "Since we're already in decent clothes, what do you say I take you on a small trip around Sage's Island? Perhaps we can stop by and grab some food. My treat of course, after you've oh-so graciously helped me."

Your cheeks heat up, and you feel your gaze lowering to stare at the floor instead of the man in front of you.

"...Is this your way of asking me out?" "Perhaps. Do you accept?"

You couldn't bring yourself to decline his offer. (Your empty stomach also couldn't.)

"S-sure then. I'd love to, Jade."

"Splendid. It's a date, then."

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mlink64 · 1 year

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Sharing Clothes/Accessories

WC ~1200

Yeonjun

-Sharing crop tops and accessories

-OFC he’s gonna borrow your clothes since he likes androgynous looks

-You always roll your eyes when you see him wearing your clothes but you secretly think he looks really hot

-Usually, he borrows your crop tops because they don't usually sell them “for men”

-(Not that it stops him from buying them tho)

-Tbh that’s pretty much all he can fit in of yours clothing-wise

-Buuuuut he also borrows your jewelry a lot

-Like a lot a lot

-The type to buy a piece of jewelry and say it’s for you but it’s secretly for him too

-The two of you love to go to antique stores and thrift shops when you have free time and look for unique jewelry and accessories

-Though he wears your clothes every once in a while, you wear his too and it does make him soft and gooey

-Especially when you wear his t-shirts and no pants because he thinks it’s cute and sexy

-He loves lending you his beanies because they’re really big on you and fall over your eyes and ears so that sometimes only your nose peeks out

Soobin

-Button-ups and cardigans

-You love layering his button-up tops over t-shirts

-Or just wearing the button-up as is

-If you’re just relaxing you like to just lounge around in his tops w/o bottoms

-You’re always cute and comfy but he finds it really sexy and kind of provocative

-You love that they’re light and loose and smell like him

-Depending on how many buttons you have undone you can get him really flustered if you’re in a teasing mood

-When you do wear his button-ups in public it makes him feel really happy and low-key cocky/manly because it shows that you’re taken

-When you just randomly throw them on its one thing but when you purposely style an outfit with one of his shirts he thinks it’s the cutest and most mind-blowing thing

-Many of the same things apply to you when borrowing his cardigans

-They’re the epitome of the boyfriend cardigan on you

-Really long and cozy

-You probably steal his cardigans the most tbh because of the whole vibe

-You always wind up with sweater paws and it makes this man weak I tell you

-Sometimes when you miss him you sleep with one of the soft, cozy cardigans

Beomgyu

-Tee shirts

-This mans has a lot of tee shirts

-He finds you ridiculously cute in his tees

-Since he tends to wear baggy shirts they’re massive on you

-Especially the sleeves

-He also finds it kind of sexy when the neckline is really big and slips off/down your collarbones and shoulders

-He often asks you to wear his clothes, saying you look so cute in them

-He always gets hella soft when he sees you in his clothes and he can’t keep his hands off of you but in a chaste, innocent way

-Always giving you back hugs, holding your hand, rubbing your legs, literally whatever part of you he can reach he’s touching

-Playful pecks anywhere on your bare skin

-He especially loves it when you relax around the house/dorm in one of his tees and a pair of spanx/workout shorts

-When the other boys are around you always pull the shirt up and tuck it in so you can see that you are indeed wearing pants

-Which often leads to the little shit pulling the shirt out again to hang about your thighs

-If you protest, mentioning something about the other members he’ll roll his eyes and smirk

- “Well they shouldn’t be looking at my baby like that in the first place”

Taehyun

-Jackets and scarves

-Always giving you his jackets when you’re out because you get cold really easily

-He’s kind of extra when it comes to keeping you warm, as he sees it as a really easy, basic thing he can do for you

-When you two are out and it’s chilly he will hold your hands between his own to keep them warm or he’ll cup your cheeks if they’re all wind-bitten

-He also will hold your hand(s) in your/his jacket pockets

-He acts like it’s a ‘burden’ or ‘chore’ to take care that you stay warm but he’s actually soft af for it because you just make him feel melty and happy all the time

-He thinks you look super cute and even smaller than usual in his coats, they’re usually big on him so they’re massive on you

-If you’re both cold, he will pull you into his chest so that he can wrap his coat around you as well

-He just kind of does it without saying anything and lowkey ignores you because he’s actually super mushy and flustered

-But you can always tell because you can feel his heartbeat as you press your cheek against his chest to get as close together as possible

-If anyone says anything he says it’s to share body heat or he just glares at them

-But if you watch a little bit longer you’ll see him try (and fail) to hide his soft, loving smile

Hueningkai

-Hoodies all day every day

-He has so many hoodies that if you steal one, chances are he won’t even notice

-This boy will literally beg you to wear his hoodies tho

-He just finds you ridiculously adorable in them

-Especially when you have sweater paws

-He will probably squeeze his hands into the armhole and grab and hold your hands while in the sleeves

-Sometimes if you’re in a particularly silly/giggly mood you’ll pull your arms up so he can’t grab your hands

-Which results in him winding up wearing the sleeves and squishing you into a hug

-Like Beomgyu, he also can’t help but be very touchy and affectionate with you when you’re all tiny in his clothes

-All he wants to do is snuggle with you because you look so cozy

-He loves it when you do the thing where you bring up the hood and kiss him behind it all sneaky-like even though anyone who sees you two will know that you’re kissing

-Whenever you’re sad he always wraps you up in one of his hoodies and cuddles with you

-Sometimes if you’re really sad you’ll pull the hood up and pull the string so that you’re entirely cocooned in the sweater

-If he sees you like this he knows that something is wrong

-If he’s wearing a hoodie and puts his hands in the pocket you often wiggle your own into the pocket as well and hold his hands

-He will definitely do the same to you

-He sometimes puts his hands into the hoodie, not in a sexual way but just to touch your skin

-Will 100% do the thing where you’re both wearing hoodies and you tie the strings together and pull so that you’re both all squished into the hoods

-The pair of you will also play fight with the sleeves, swinging them around like nunchucks

-If he bops you in the face you always pretend that it hurt and he falls for it every time

-He’ll stop immediately and come over to check on you and apologize, then when he gets close you strike, tackling him in a huge hug

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pyramid-of-starrs · 9 months

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My Kinda Different

Genres: Fluff, Smut (Poorly written)

Pairing: Jongho (Non-idol) X Alt Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of fluff, I subscribe to the Jongho bear agenda hardcore on this one, switch Jongho, bratty switch reader, reader curses a lot, chocking, ass slapping, squirting, unprotected sex (Use protection and get tested pls), reader calls Jongho “Cubby” derived from the word “cub”, AFAB reader and fem pronouns and names, tried making reader racially inclusive, Cum, drug use(Ac*d mentioned once), dacryphilia (Squint and turn your head to the side) if I’m missing anything please let me know

Author notes: Go easy on me it’s my first idol fic ~_~

Word count: 4.1K (I had a lot to say lol)

Minors dni

Smut starting now:

Loud music playing from your AirPod Max headphones can be heard by everyone sitting near you on the subway. Drawing even more attention to you as if your appearance wasn't loud enough. Carefully torn fishnets paired with stacked knee high black and grey socks that slightly showed over your demonia platform boots. A rather short olive-green cargo skirt you thrifted on your way home last week that you had to get, or you would simply "die". A simple black long sleeve crop top that stops at your pierced belly button. It had a double zipper right down the middle, the zipper at the top and bottom open so the shirt only covers your chest. lots of piercings covered your pretty face of course, it’s so on brand! Double pierced nose, medusa piercing, tongue (middle and snake eye) and eyebrow. Make up very natural with heavy eyeliner and thin 90s brows. With scattered tattoos on your skin. Yeah, you were something to look at.

You sat waiting for your stop with your sketch pad. When the train finally got to your stop you hopped up so excitedly. Everyone confused on how such a dark person can have such a bubbly vibe. Little did they know that you had the best person in the world at home waiting for you. You see, today marked your 1-year anniversary with the most amazing man in the world, Mr. Choi Jongho. Let's go back a bit just to refresh your memory.

You had given up on love after your 100th failed relationship, men and women all the same you tried and tried again they just kept disappointing you. Despite your hard and rough appearance, you deserved love too dammit! Where are your flowers and chocolate? Someone to go see pierce the veil with you. Your rave partner? Even someone to drop acid with? Nope that just wasn't written in the stars for you. That is until one day you were sitting at your favorite cafe working on your art class final project. You had been there for a while. A cafe worker walked up to you handing you a cup with tea in it.

You looked up looking at her with your natural bitch face. "I didn't order anything..."

"O-oh um...I know it's just that uh- the guy over there ordered this to give to you and yeah sorry for bothering you" She sat the cup on the table and hurried back to safety behind the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the workers dramatics and looked at the guy who sent the drink to you. He sat at one of the cafes comfy seating seats with his legs crossed with his phone in one hand and drink in the other. The guy looked like your any day prude. Light brown dress shoes, dark navy-blue slacks, dark grey long sleeve sweater and a button down. He had a really handsome face you had to admit, light brown hair, round framed glasses, a natural duck lip and cute little cheeks. He reminded you of one of the squish mellows you keep on your bed. You walked over to question him bringing your stuff and the drink with you. Once you reach him, he looks up from his phone.

"Oh, come over to join me? A Girl like you I thought I would need to do a bit more convincing than that, but I love the enthusiasm to get to know each other."

You arched your brows.

"The fuck are you talking about? I'm coming over to give you your drink back. I'm not interested." you stuck your hand out with the drink in it.

"That tea is a blend that makes you energized! I know most people assume tea makes you sleepy but that won't. Seems like you were super focused over there, so I decided to order you that. Enjoy!" he smiled at you and you kind of felt your heart throb.

You snapped out of the brief trance that cute smile had on you. "Look dude-"

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name is Jongho, and yours?"

"What the f- its Y/N and I'm not fucking interested in you or this tea so here." you sat the tea down on the coffee table in front of him as a final protest. He giggles with his cute little smile.

"You're really cute Y/N, I'm going to take you out on a date next week if your free, okay?" he looked you in your eyes, but it looked like he looked directly in your soul.

"Listen Jongho I'm going to put this in terms you'll get. Fuck off."

And from that moment on you began your journey with Jongho. He didn't heed your warning and did the opposite of fucking off and visited you at the cafe everyday buying you new teas to try. You eventually caved and went on the date and the rest was history.

Now it's been a year and you just arrived at your shared apartment. You take your time taking off your clunky Platforms and yell "Baby I'm home."

Jongho appears from the bedroom. "Well, hello beautiful." He has his arms open while walking toward you because he knows that you are going to jump into them. Of course, you do with the world’s biggest smile on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeezed him "Baby I missed you so much ugh please shrink down and live in my boobs or something so I can carry you everywhere." One thing Jongho loved about you is your colorful words and saying.

"If I could you know I would my love, but for now hurry and get dressed I want to take you out." he said as you released him finally.

"Take me out where?" you said with a puzzled look on your face.

"I'm taking you to this speakeasy restaurant that goes until like 3am. They have lots of vintage art and stuff and it's low-key. You'll love it. I'm already dressed so get ready."

Now that he mentioned it you decided to step back and get a good look at him. He had on black dress pants with a black leather belt and a black shirt tucked in with thin white strips. Pairing it all together with black rounded glasses.

"Not bad right? I tried to match your vibe." He kissed on your cheek and winked at you. "Now hurry up and get ready I know you're going to take forever." He slapped you on your ass while walking away.

"Fine, but I don't have anything to wear."

"Baby girl. It's me of course I got you a little something too. Go to the room and change now please and thank you." and that you did. You opened the door to your shared bedroom and on you bed was a dark purple long silk dress with a sexy slit on the side, a brand-new pair of platform heel boots, and lots of accessories to match. Oh, you could die at how good this man treats you. So excited to try on the dress in a hurry and slip on the accessories. When you're done you look in the mirror to check yourself out. Before you could put on your shoes you notice a new plushy has entered you room. A cute bear plushy with X and O for eyes. He had a card attached to him.

"Dear Y/N,

I hope you liked the dress I got you. I'm not much for expressing my feelings well but I hope you know for someone that claims to have such a dark and gloomy energy, you really are the light of my life. Even though you've been told you're “Weird" and "too different". I hope you know you're my kinda different. I love you my sweet baby.

-Love

Your fave plushy"

Oh, you couldn't take it anymore. You loved this man too much. Tears began to fall, and you sat on the bed squeezing the plushy. Jongho walks in just in time.

"I knew you were going to take forever baby come on we have to go to beat the crowd-" He looked up from his watch to see you crying with the plushy. "Ahh, I see you found Bear-ho" he walked over and sat next to you on the bed he wiped your tears while being careful not to smear your "Black as my soul" black liner. You chuckled at the name.

"Is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, you always say these things are your kids so I figured I would get you one so we can have a kid of our own." he smiled at you with the warmest and most endearing smile you think anyone has ever smiled.

"Aww cubby (A nickname you made because he reminds you of a bear) I love this so much how did I ever get this lucky." You leaned in to hug him. You used all your strength to push him down while you hugged him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N, please always remember that." He looks you in the eyes and gives you a light peck. "You know in this dress you really look like a vampire queen."

"And you still look like a prude." you pecked his lips back.

"Hey! I like to think that I look very sexy today." he protested.

"Prudes are sexy too baby." You couldn't help yourself and dove back in for another kiss. This time it was more than just a peck. This kiss had love and passion in it. He wrapped his hands around your back to deepen the kiss. You decided to invite your tongue into his mouth, your two tongues now dancing with each other. He was the first one to break the kiss as you made a pouty noise in disappointment.

"Come on baby we have to go if we don't want to be in a huge crowd." He said while he grabbed your chin to make direct eye contact. He knew you; he knew you lost focus of the task at hand but that's why you two work so well. A Ying and Yang relationship, you're chaos and he enjoys it and keeps you in control. When you rage, he calls you cute and pinches your cheeks, when you're moody he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs and when your love for your sweet boyfriend makes you hornier than a sailor that just saw a woman for the first time in a year, he keeps you stable enough to still finish your plans for the day. However, this time may be a bit different. This time he can't control you. You needed him and you need him now and he knew better than anyone that you always get what you want. He knew that because he is the one that always gives it.

"I know but like fuck that place and fuck that crowd. I need to fuck you like right now." You fully climbed on top of him, hiking up your dress to sit comfortably while you place your other leg across him so you could sit on his crotch. You leaned back over him and begin placing hot open mouth kisses on his neck. He sighs while he places both his hands on each side of your ass. He knew if he would continue protesting it would fall on deaf ears.

"You liked your gift that much baby girl?" he started to snake his hands under your dress as he gripped your bare ass and thighs.

"Yes, I did Cubby" you continue the assault on his neck but this time being sure to lick from the middle of the neck to his ears. He lightly groaned, he’s very sensitive there, you wanted to try your best to have full control of the situation. You wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

"My little Cubby is so sensitive let’s see what else I can lick." you lifted his shirt and started to kiss down his body leaving traces of your black liner and gloss lip combo (Well what was left of it at least). When you got to his chest you stopped at his nipples. "Hmm what about here. "Baby..." before he could say more you lightly licked his left nipple while you brushed the right one very gently with your thumb. He tensed up and made a cute little moan.

"Does my baby have little sensitive nipples? Do you like this Cubby?" You continued to lick and rub them and even added a little sucking action to really turn him on. He bit back his moans not wanting to admit that this felt so good.

"Baby don't hold back I wanna hear you moan too~ I guess I'll just have to stop and leave you like this." his little spoiled baby what was he going to do with you. I guess he had to show you who is really in control here. He gripped you on both sides of your hips and softly tossed you to the side of him.

"Baby why do I always have to show you your place?"

"Because you like doing it and I like annoying you duh!" You loved pushing Jonghos buttons. He is such a prim and proper guy that when he gets out of character it makes you so wet you could practically feel your heat begin to leak. You laid flat on your back and he leaned over you to kiss you deeply again. He kissed you sternly like he was trying to prove a point. While your mouths were entangled with each other his hands moved back under your new dress. He found his way to your clothed core. You had on a lace black butterfly thong you wanted to show off to him later when you got back but plans changed. He feverishly rubbed your pussy over your panties to tease you. You interrupted your kiss with little whimpers and moans.

He moved his fingers up and rubbed your throbbing clit. rubbing small circles on the bulb of nerves. Your moans raised from a soft whisper to a full moan.

"Cubby, I need you."

"How bad do you want my fingers my love?" he continued his devilish little games and picked up the pace on your clit.

"I want them so bad Cubby please finger fuck me already." you said between moans.

"Hey!" He stopped and grabbed your panties from the front and pulled them up. The thong bunched up and squeezed around your clit. You yelped "Watch your mouth, you’re lucky it's a special day and I still want us to make it out or I would stuff that mouth full."

"Oh, fuck you I'll say what I want." As you finished your sentence you felt your pussy clench around the abrupt two fingers that just entered it. You gasped and threw your head back.

"Fuck Cubby."

"Such a pretty face with such a dirty little mouth how tragic." he began to pump the two fingers into your soaking heat. The beautiful sounds of your pussy squelching filled the room.

"Oh, do you hear how wet you are for this prude? Your pussy doesn't think I'm some boring guy."

Teasing you and talking you through an amazing orgasm is 2 things this man specialized in.

“Oh, my fucking God baby please I need to cum so bad.” You started to want him more and more, you needed to touch him to feel grounded. You reach your arms out asking to be held. He didn’t stop his increasing pace in your core, but he did lean down so you could squeeze him tightly.

“My sweet baby, always so mean and cold to everyone but a messy bratty slut for me.” He said sensational in your ear.

He removed his fingers from your wet hole and rubbed on your sensitive clit. You moaned while babbling incoherently. Jongho knows how to make even the simplest sex acts feel even better because he knows what will set you off.

“I’m-I’m so close Cubby.” A stuttering mess all for this man.

He kissed your neck and moved down to your chest. The dress had a ruched top on it which gave him easy access for him to take your chest out, but he wanted to put you to work.

“Pull your pretty tits out for me baby and put them on my tongue.” he stuck his tongue out and you did exactly that. You took out both your pierced boobs and squeezed them together on the sides then perfectly placed both nipples on to his stuck-out tongue. He sucked and swirled both the nipples around in his mouth drooling and getting spit on your dress top. He briefly released them to say:

“I see you are wearing the new bar set I got you, good girl showing off everything I buy for you.” You complained to him that your current nipple rings were boring so being the loving boyfriend he is he bought you a new set. They were silver bars with cute bear heads on each side.

“Has anyone else seen these besides me pretty girl?”

“No Cubby just you and only you.”

“Good baby” He inserted 3 of his fingers into you pulsing heat. Scissoring them in and out while making the “Come here” motion. He licked your nipples and started to alternate between licking and sucking them. You felt your brain stop functioning. This moment was so intense even Jongho started to rut against you.

“I’m about to fucking cum Cubby Ah- “

The knot in your stomach snapped and you felt the rushing sensation ooze out of you. You became a moaning mess, and it made you need him more, your pussy still yearning for his dick in you.

“More please baby, I need you in me now.”

He sighed while getting up to remove his glasses and undo his belt. You took that as your sign to remove your dress, but he stuck his hand pout to stop you.

“Keep it on my love, we still need to go out.” He didn’t want to admit that he really just wanted to fuck you good in that dress because you just look good enough to eat, but maybe he’ll eat you out until you were begging him to stop later. For now, he wanted to fuck you just as bad. You pulled off your wet thong and Jongho pulled his pants and underwear down revealing his hardened cock. He was about 6 inches long with a good amount of girth, his dick was a pretty light brown with a pink tip that matched the natural color of his lips. Jongho sat down on the bed still sitting up his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles showing the tops of his black trouser socks. Jonghos all black outfit was his attempt to match your aesthetic poor baby is so old fashioned he thinks being alt is just wearing all black but his attempts to make you happy makes you love him even more. He patted his thighs signaling you to climb over on top of him. You hiked your dress back up and spread your legs through the slit to place one leg on each side of him as you hovered over his length.

You placed both your hands on his shoulders and began to sink down on his dick slowly to adjust to his size. Little moans falling from your lips once his entire rod was inside you made a “mm mm” sounds and slowly bobbed up and down. Your clit still ringing and over stimulated from your last orgasm you started to rock to make even more friction you had your head down to watch it all happen in real time.

Jongho watched you as you struggled to stay sane, he loved watching his dick turn your brains to mush. He wanted to drive you even crazier. He grabbed your neck and gently pulled you in for a hot and deep kiss. He squeezed your neck softly as the veins in his arms started to bulge out. You sped up your rocking pace moaning into his mouth. He fell back bringing you with him. He placed his other hand under your dress moved it up to reveal your tattooed ass. You had a small bear outline on your butt cheek (You are down BAD for this man), you remember coming home and showing him and he giggled and told you you didn’t need to do that.

“It’s so when we go swimming and shit people know who this ass belongs too.”

“Okay Y/N” He kissed you on your cheek and fucked you senseless that night too.

He fully gripped your ass and lifted his hand to come back down and strike your ass. You moaned more into his mouth as he did it again and again, the final strike you sat up and gripped both his shoulders as you dug your acrylics into him. Your mind was on nothing but fucking him. You started to bounce on his dick with dedication to cumming. His hand stayed around your throat, but he moved his other hand from your ass to your clit to rub circles onto. At that moment you became dick-notized, fully drunk off of the pure ecstasy he made you feel. He bucked his hips to meet your bouncing and pushed his dick even deeper into your cunt. Only whimpers falling from his lips while you had plenty to say.

“Oh, my fucking God Cubby please keep fucking me SHIT I’m about to fucking cum baby.” Tears started to sit at the edge of your eyes because the sensation was just that strong.

“Baby please cum inside me please cum with me and shoot inside me please please please” All you could do was beg at this point as you continued to ride his dick like her was your stead and you were a lone cowgirl in a western movie.

“My sweet baby have I ever told you no? Be good for me and lets cum together.” He said still choking you lightly and rubbing your clit more. Losing yourself in his touch you climax was reaching the very top of the hill.

“Cum for me beautiful, cum all over your Cubby.” Staggered yes’s is all you could say as your orgasm hit you like a truck. It felt like someone turned the faucet on and left it running. You squeezed your eyes shut and when you finally come to your senses you realized you had squirted on Jongho as he blew his load into your dripping wet core. His legs and pants now wet and all you could do is drop down on top of him, sweaty and exhausted. The room was humid and Jongho rubbed your back a few times before bushing you off to the side of him. You groaned as he moved you because his now soft rod fell out of you while the rest of your joined together cum spilled out of you. He removed his shoes and pants and pulled up his wet underwear and walked off. You couldn’t see him anymore, your eyes feeling like they weight 5 tons as you fought to stay awake. You heard the bathroom sink turn on for a minute then back off. Jongho reentered the room, and you felt the bed weigh down behind you. He reached over you, warm towel in hand and wiped around your area then wiped out the remaining cum that sat on the surface.

“Get up so you can get yourself ready and changed baby.” He said when he was done.

“Mmm”

“Y/N”

“I just wanna sleeeeep.” You shook your head no.

“Y/N at least get up to pee and change. Your dress isn’t in the best shape.”

You opened your eyes and looked down, your dress had all kinds of stains and spots from your love making. You rolled your eyes and got up. You walked to the bathroom to pee and remove the dress. You were fully naked when you came back as you bushed your hair into a quick ponytail. Unphased and use to your barbaric ways Jongho handed you an all-black dress from the dresser.

“Here put this on so we can go.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why Y/N, what is it now.”

“Let's just stay home tonight and cuddle and watch movies. We can order food and-.”

“Alright alright put on your Pajamas and I’ll order take out.”

You raised your hands. “Yay!” you ran over and jumped on top of him.

“Clothes Y/N! Clothes”

#jongho smut #choi jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho x reader #alt reader #writenbypyramidofstars

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aphrxditing · 1 year

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How to reinvent your wardrobe : The basics

Before starting, remember the goal is to wear the clothes, don't let them wear you. Be confident, a good way to do that is by buying things you genuinely love and feel comfortable in. This post is only focused on basics, so nothing too exciting but it is needed.

✩ Learn about yourself and your body:

Before spending money on clothes and/or a new style. Find out what you like and don’t like when it comes to clothes. If you’re stuck and don’t know what you like or look good in. I recommend learning about your body archetype. There are plenty of quizzes and videos on this topic. I will list some of my favorites below. Learning about your body archetype is a good starting point to what suits you best but of course you don't have to follow everything these quizzes say, pick and choose what works for you. I also recommend looking at fashion eras and picking what you like and don’t like in each era.

♡ Invest in high quality basics:

Why? Because no matter what style or aesthetic you choose these basics always come in handy. Basics are timeless, you can never go wrong with jeans and a basic white tee. Lastly, basics are super easy to style, you can dress them up or down. If you don't want to style them you don't have to because they're outfits on their own. Some of the basics that I recommend buying are:

Black and white shirts: Long and short sleeves. Personally I love cropped tees since I love wearing high waisted pants but the style of shirt you choose depends on you, your body and what you feel comfortable in. Also have different variation of these shirts for different occasions.

Blue and black jeans: The fit really depends on your body type but these jeans are super easy to style.

A nice active wear set: It makes you feel hot and makes you want to leave your house so the world knows how hot you are. So yeah it’s needed. Also they’re super comfy, need I say more?

Trousers/dress pants: For some these are a hit or miss but I think they are a great way to look put together without doing the most. I won’t lie I used to hate them but finding the right fit for you is what matters most.

Long coat: A good quality long coat is a easy way to look put together during colder weather.

White button up: We can’t talk about basics without mentioning a white button up, they’re classic. I recommend getting one that fits perfectly and another that is oversized. Trust me.

Black and white dress: You can never go wrong with a simple black dress. White dress give off a "I have my life together” vibe.

❁ Accessories:

I'll briefly go over this since this is getting long. Invest in certain things but not everything. Find out what Jewelry colour suits you. I found a really good webpage that speaks about that.

When it comes to bags, go to a thrift store. And I don’t mean thrift stores that everyone goes to, so don’t go to savers or value village. Go to thrift stores that older people frequent. Why? Because that’s where you find amazing vintage pieces but at a really cheap price. You will find perfect vintage bags with real leather, looks like it’s never been used for less than 10$. I know that because I have found bags valued at 900$+ for 5-7$, some with tags still on.

Links:

Kibbe Body Type

Kibbe Body Type Test

What is your jewelry colour?

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hutaoscoffinn · 1 year

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Head in hands

Rika SFW imagine/hc/whatever youre vibing with right now; a GN! Reader. Reader gets cold, how does Rika keep them warm? Holding hands? Lap cuddles? MOTHER BEGS FOR FLUFF

This made me squeal bc this is SO FUCKING CUTE HELLO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m so in love with Rika that piece of shit (affectionate)

Warnings: none, its super fluffy, tooth rottenly fluffy even, Rika is a massive simp because as she should be, gn! Reader, this is so fluffy and cute ohmyGOD

Character: Rika of the Elite 4

Requests: OPEN

Well it’s starting to get colder so its no shock that you get cold sometimes

Rika usually doesn’t mind the cold, sticking to her usual button up with the sleeves rolled up and dress pants no matter what the weather is

Cmon she wore that at the 8th gym which was in the literal mountains like woman hoW

But when you and Rika start dating she immediately notices how you’ll start shivering in the cold, teeth chattering as the cold air seeps into your bones

So, Rika starts wearing a blazer to pass off to you whenever you get cold during the cooler seasons

Its a thick blazer, good quality that smells like her and as soon as she notices you shiver she’s wrapping it around you

This usually takes place in public settings when she has to keep up professional appearances and can’t get too affectionate with you

In private however?

Rika will be all over you

She’s a teasing shit so she will turn down the air to make you cold so you’ll cuddle up to her

And as soon as you start inching your way over to her, she swoops you up in her arms and settles you against her chest or in her lap

She’ll start kissing your cheeks and forehead as she hugs you tight, wrapping a blanket around you both or carrying you to bed so she can hold you nice and close

If you like hot chocolate or prefer hot coffee, tea, or even just warm milk she will make it for you as you two settle down to cuddle

Rika definitely enjoys this little strategy of turning down the temperature in your apartment at night too

That way, throughout the night she can hold you close and enjoy the affection you give her as you continue to cuddle up against her, seeking her warmth

If you ever do catch Rika’s little scheme of keeping your apartment cold and say something to her, she will brush it off as keeping the heat bill down

Despite the fact that the apartment feels like a goddamn tundra in the summer but Rika is more than happy to pay extra for the AC bill if it keeps you snuggled against her

Another one of Rika’s ways to keep you warm is to let you wear her shirts, sweaters, jackets, hoodies, ect

You name it she lets you wear it

She will probably even buy larger clothes to wear not only because she likes oversized clothes cmon have you SEEN how her button up hangs off her? But because she wants you to look adorable in her clothes as well

It doesn’t matter how tall, short, or what weight you are, Rika will get clothes that fit you comfortably and then wear them so that they smell like her before she passes them off to you to keep you warm and enjoy

This tactic especially helps when Rika has to do business for the Pokémon league which may keep her out of the house for days at a time

When she does have to leave, she will make sure you have plenty of her clothes and blankets to snuggle up to while she’s gone so that she can keep you warm even when she’s away~

Paldea was getting colder again as the fall and winter months settled across the vast land. It felt as though the frosty, winter mountain cursed the land to be covered in a hellish cold and you were sick of it. You had already gotten more than enough of the cold when you traveled that god forsaken mountain during your gym circuit when you traveled all over the damn thing to take on two gyms and fight Team Star’s fairy squad.

Which led to now, you gripping a fluffy blanket around yourself as your teeth chattered together thanks to what felt like frost covering your body. You hear a low chuckle behind you and you don’t even have to turn around to know who would dare take humor in your torture.

“Its not funny Rika. Stop laughing,” you huff, annoyed with your partner’s amusement at your devastating situation. You’re ready to curse at her when she laughs louder before you find yourself being pulled into a pair of warm arms.

Rika settles you in her lap, tugging your form tight against her body. She adjusts the blanket around you both and a small smile forms on her lips as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, cuddling closer to her warmth.

“Better?” She asks with a small hum, amusement present in her voice that you choose to ignore in favor of soaking in your girlfriend’s warmth.

“Mmm much better.”

Rika’s chuckles softly before she presses a sweet kiss to your temple as she begins to rub your back lovingly.

“That’s it, just let me keep you warm, my angel.”

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

#coffinn.writes #coffinn.requests #rika x reader #pokemon Rika #Elite 4 Rika #elite four Rika #pokemon Rika x reader #rika imagine #rika headcanon #elite 4 rika x reader #elite four rika x reader #gn reader #fluff #this was so goddamn cute #i love Rika so much my WIFE #she’s perfect what can I say

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tootsdia · 2 years

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You could have asked us!

Todobakudeku x fem! Reader

Warnings: paparazzi, flashing lights, Overprotective Todobakudeku, Kirishima

Some Info: You're a pro hero, named Gunshot, cause your Quirk is fingergun

Your boyfriends didn’t have a day off so you were alone. After a couple of hours in the house you were bored and called your best friend since highschool, Kirishima, to hang out.

Luckily he had a day off too so he suggested going in to a Restaurant for dinner , called 'Aesthetically Pleasing'.

You went in there a couple of times, unnoticed by any of your fans and paparazzi. And the name didn’t really lie. The Restaurant gave the vibe, that you would see on Pinterest. The food was really Pleasing there, so you couldn’t turn down the offer.

You realized you didn’t have any „Restaurant Casual“ fitting clothing“so you went shopping. You wore a black medical mask and some black sunglasses, to not get noticed by anyone. You loved your fans dearly, but they sometimes are too much.

After finding a good outfit, you decided to eat lunch and get ready.

You put a silk black top, it had a little opening , so you could see a little bit of your chest, there were black buttons on the sleeves. You wore wide blue jeans and a pair of black high heels. Your hair was put up in a bun, if you have short hair, imagine your hair in something else.

(You kinda looked like Jennie in the Prison Interview.)

Time Skip

After 30 minutes ,the sun started setting and your doorbell rang. You went to the front door and opened it gently. You saw your second favorite redhead, he was wearing a black shirt and a red and black checkered button up shirt, that was open. He was wearing black skinny jeans that were ripped to reveal his knees.

You both exchanged greetings and drived to the Restaurant. You were really glad that you two could reunite again. You both weren’t really talking to eachother as much as in the past, cause of the hero work piling up on your guys’s shoulders.

When you both arrived, you both felt felt the scent of rich food in the air. It made your shoulders relax. It really was pleasing. You both walked up to the door, a waiter standing in front. He was holding a Clipboard and a pen in his hand. „Welcome to Aesthetically pleasing, how may I help you two?“ The waiter asked flashing us a sweet smile.

„A table for two please.“ Kirishima said nodding to the waiter. The waiter scribbled something down on his Clipboard and led us to our table.

As you both sat down you could feel some eyes staring at you two, but you brushed it off. You both took your menu in your hands and read through it. A comfortable silence between you two. „So, what are you getting yourself?“ You asked, looking up from the menu.

„Some steak with caramelized onions, that sounds pretty manly !“ He said grinning at you. You gave him a small smile, knowing that he won’t change going for the ‚manliness‘ concept.

„Cool, I think I’ll get (f/f).“

„That sounds manly too!“

„Really? Let’s call the waiter!“

Little did you two know that some fans recognized you two and made some little videos of the two of you and posted them on social media. One of the people that worked at „Hosu Fix“ saw the video as soon as it got posted. They alerted the staff and drove as fast as they can there to get some footage. To find out if you and Red Riot were dating.

After you got your food you both started catching up about what you guys missed. Smiling, laughing, sharing eachothers foods. It really did look like you were a couple.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw flashing lights. You turned to the commotion and saw people with cameras, filming you two from the window. Looking back to your food you tried to ignore the paparazzi, but they got you so frustrated, that you wanted to leave now. Paparazzi were in people’s businesses so you tried to avoid them as much as possible.

Under the table you nudged Kirishimas foot, he looked up to you. You slightly looked to your side to give him a sign. He looked in the direction you were pointing at and quickly averted his eyes . „Let’s finish eating as quickly as possible so we don’t need to stay here any longer.“ Kirishima mumbled, taking alot of steak in his fork and ate it.

Kirishima thought that the paparazzi was really nosy and he said that they weren’t manly, because of how they stick their noses in other peoples businesses. You nodded your head and started eating again. You could feel your stomach turn, seeing so many flashing lights.

You gulped the last bit of your water and started cleaning up, putting your sunglasses and mask on. Your phone in to your purse and standing up. Kirishima finished eating and helped cleaning the table. You both called for the bill and you two split the pay, you both didn’t have time fighting who pays and who doesn’t.

You both walked out of the Restaurant, you were trying to compose yourself. Kirishima noticed you were nervous and patted your back, a sign of reinsurance. The people were asking a lot of questions like, „Are you two dating?“ You both ignored the questions and walked to Kirishima‘s car.

As soon as you got in you buckled your seat belt and Kirishima drove away from the paparazzi. You felt relieved being away from the cameras. Your phone suddenly buzzed in your purse. You turned your phone on and it was the News.

Thinking it was, like a villain attack, you opened the article. „Pro Hero Red Riot and Pro Hero Gunshot were found eating at a Restaurant called Aesthetically pleasing, are they secretly dating, who knows?“ said the news reporter.

Both of your eyes widened. Did the paparazzi reach the news that fast? „ Oh fuck“ said Kirishima.

„I am so dead!“

„Why?“ You asked obviously.

„Shoto, Deku, and Katsuki will be so fucking mad at me.“ You forgot about them. Your slapped your hand against your mouth.

RRRRRIIINNNGG

Your getting a phone call, you looked at the ID. And your eyes widened more as if your eyeballs would fall out. It was Shoto, you had him under the name „My Icythot“.

„Well who is it?“ Kirishima asked while driving.

„It’s Shoto, and It looks like he isn’t gonna stop calling soon.“ You said while sweatdropping.

„Well pick it up, it will get worse if you don’t.“ Kirishima advised you. You answered the call.

„Hello..?“ You asked unsurely. „Where are you Sweetheart?“ You heard your half and half boyfriend say. His voice was stone cold and you could feel his scary aura through the phone.

„W-With Kirishima, we’re driving home right now.“ The silence grew more from the other side. „Hello..?“ You asked again seeing if anybody was there.

"Yea, we’re still here, but come home quickly."You heard Izuku say.

'So everybody is next to Shoto' „Ok, I’ll see you at home.“ You said while hanging up quickly.

As Kirishima drove in to your driveway you could see the lights on in the house. „Ok, I’ll see you another time, but I had fun though!“ Kirishima said, while you got out of the car.

You smiled at him“ I had fun too, see you next time!“ You then shut the car door. You watched as Kirishima drove away.

Feeling the nervousness rise up in your body, you walked to the the front door. You fidgety in your purse to find your key. After finding it you shakily opened the door.

The house was deadly silent that it scared you. " I am home!" You said, to break the awkward atmosphere. You then heard footsteps, they were definitely all from your boyfriends.

Suddenly you felt your shoulders getting pushed and your back was now slammed against the wall. Your breath hitched.

"What did you think you were doing with him? Going out with Shitty Hair in public?" Said Katsuki while glaring at you. He definitely felt jealous, who wouldn't realize that?

Shoto and Midoriya were behind him crossing theyre arms.

Who wants a part 2?

please reblog this! It helps a lot, tell me if you want another part and what I should do for it.

-S

#todobakudeku x reader #Todobakudeku #tododeku #food #todobaku #bakudeku #bnha #kirishima eijirou #Mha #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero manga #tdbk #Back #Tddk

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 10 months

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you may not know the show, but id love brenda from beverly hills 90210 (the later seasons in particular) for the style guides ♡♡♡

This has definitely been the hardest of the style guides so far. I hope you enjoy!!

So, Brenda’s style really reminds me of autumn. She’s not afraid of bright colours, but she definitely prefers more neutral tones for her outfits. She has a bit of a girl next door mixed with bad girl vibe to her outfits. I think that it’s well represented in her dark hair and red lips, which contrast to the blonde Kelly

dresses

Brenda's dresses are usually short with patterns on them, sometimes floral and worn underneath a white t shirt. Sticking with the warm, neutral pallet, I recommend these

https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/eu/p/eyelet-mini-dress-51544819?seq=01&source=googleshopping&cmp=PLA:EVG20:HCo:D:EU:X:GGL:X:SHOP:X:X:X:X:x:HCO_Google_Shopping_PLA_IRE_All_All+Products_PRODUCT_GROUP&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbxO0tQGGXhf4owibfzdvg3irsEVEC8S9dBLQwNiqIqSNoWPwvRp-HwaAuxNEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

The white t shirt

simple white t shirts that can be paired with almost anything, though Kelly prefers to wear them with jeans for a basic look. sometimes she wears button up short sleeved cardigans that give a similar look

Where to buy: New Look, Gap, Hollister, Primark and pretty much any clothing shop.

plaid shirts

Leaning into her more boyish style that she has at times.

where to buy: my favourite plaid shirts come from the mens section in thrift shops, they always have the comfiest ones. But, boohoo men also have a pretty extensive collection. They also have womens plaid shirts too on their female counterpart, boohoo. https://www.levi.com/IE/en_IE/shirts-blouses-tops/classic-shirts/nola-oversized-shirt/p/A33620009?camp=SHB_DR_Levis_IE_EN_GOO_Performance_Max&gad=1&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbzrtHOZ0IN1lANsx0DEu-MCfE58T4jNH3YIds3zMqMMBkiPegz1TDkaAqA3EALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

Overalls

Pair these with a plain white or striped T-shirt for a full Brenda vibe. For shoes, I recommend causal trainers or black boots

Denim

These are probably the most prominent piece of clothing in her wardrobe. She usually wears light wash mom jeans with the occasional thick, black belt. In warmer weather, opt for shorts instead of full length, and dont be afraid to use bright colours.

Body suits

She typically wears these under her mom jeans and in darker colours

Brenda inspired outfit

https://www.zalando.ie/pieces-pctala-slip-dress-day-dress-black-pe321c1j9-q11.html?size=S&allophones=0&wmc=SEM353_NB_GO._9357456472_1445614984_55809549065.&opc=2211&mpp=google|v1||pla-293946777986||1007870||g|m||276544571906||pla|PE321C1J9-Q11000S000|293946777986|1|&gclsrc=aw.ds&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbykYI9ARgENrzW2nRfmGgXVQ_tMbpv2JtYvH8IuZnk2-4vmQyRj7HoaAqszEALw_wcB

https://www.newlook.com/row/mens/accessories/black-round-frame-sunglasses/p/808985301?extcam=ROW_PPC_PLA_Generics_Core_Google_DV_m_AGID_144558444371_PRID_8089875&_cclid=Google_Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbweN5_t8bqJvfr2cKzii5AFFwCvhhktXEecVjXEObGaobfGSjff2eUaAopMEALw_wcB&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbweN5_t8bqJvfr2cKzii5AFFwCvhhktXEecVjXEObGaobfGSjff2eUaAopMEALw_wcB

https://www.asos.com/dr-martens/dr-martens-1490-10-eye-boots-in-black/prd/20540474?browseCountry=IE&browseCurrency=EUR&channelref=product+search&affid=26172&mk=abc&ppcadref=12197927487%7C122354669652%7Cpla-299135693881&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbyV5tt4Ipwbu8B_Ayq-BiFjgShUa4WQX_vzCCSRn2AwOm2XdQqDEL0aAj-JEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

https://www.newlook.com/row/womens/clothing/tops/white-ribbed-jersey-scoop-neck-top/p/865184310?extcam=ROW_PPC_PLA_Generics_Priority_Google_DV_m_AGID_141256790620_PRID_8651959&_cclid=Google_Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbwLng01RNSaTrgizXC5PpNShcdtmZ9yjIy_h4ljbIBbdiYENj3CGjIaAnlUEALw_wcB&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbwLng01RNSaTrgizXC5PpNShcdtmZ9yjIy_h4ljbIBbdiYENj3CGjIaAnlUEALw_wcB

https://www.asos.com/mango/mango-blazer-in-black/prd/22844197?browseCountry=IE&browseCurrency=EUR&channelref=product+search&affid=26172&mk=abc&ppcadref=12197927487%7C122354669652%7Cpla-298353119441&gclid=Cj0KCQjwzdOlBhCNARIsAPMwjbzGEjHze-M-dtlag_bKPP3FN0mwM0kSkyk3nwMP6fjXk1pv2F4_ePAaAvDCEALw_wcB&gc

Overall style notes

•Red, Burnt Orange, Dark blue, Black and white

• Mom Jeans and thick black belts

• Hollister, Calvin Klein, Diesel, Levi, New Look and Brandy Melville for brands

• black ankle boots and casual trainers for shoes

•blazers

• never be afraid to mix traditionally masculine clothing with a feminine outfit

• twin peaks is 'in' and fashionable

• circular goth sunglasses

• t shirt over mini dress

• mens jacket over dress

• she typically wears her hair down

• dark eyeliner and red lips, but not so much that you look like a goth, her makeup is casual (unless you want the goth look, then go for it!)

• don't be afraid to mix your style in with hers

I really struggled with this for some reason and I'm not quite sure if it's as good as it could be, but I really hope that you like it @actuallyblonde-xo . It's kind of making me want to watch the show 🤎

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