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xrnoodle · 10 months

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Hi, your art style is charming, I really like it!

I wish I could see little Rosi and the rest of the heart pirates in your style

(P.s. stay hydrated and have a nice rests!!)

aye aye

#thank you ;;!! but oh boy i am Not hydrated #one piece #ill get to drawing the rest of the heart pirates at some point #heart pirates #xrdoodle #donquixote rosinante

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hoseokhasmyheartxx · 11 months

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Package Deal | MYG & JHS

*Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader x Hoseok

*Word Count: 10k 😵‍💫

*Genre: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI, let's be honest it's pwp, a bit of fluff, non-idol au, spring break au

*Warnings: *takes deep breath* here we go... mentions of past cheating, alcohol consumption, mentions of past violence, recreational weed use, the boys are a bad influence on mc in more ways than one, boys have to convince mc to participate, piv sex, oral (m., f. receiving), one (1) ass slap, breast/nipple play, it's a 3sum y'all, overstimulation (m., f. receiving), MxM undertones (nothing too explicit but.. there's a bit), cum swallowing (f), cum eating (MxM), use of pet names 'love' and 'baby', dom!Hoseok, switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, protected and unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts), begging (f, m), mentions of contraception, mc calls Yoongi 'good boy', 'good girl' is used too, mc squirts, aftercare, non-sexual shared showering... i think that's it

*Summary: Years have passed since you graduated high school in your small town. Spring break rolls around, and some familiar faces are back in town. You've always been the town's good girl. Will those familiar faces change that for you?

*A/N: oh boy. guys, this is just absolute filth and i am sorry (but also not). sope smut demons just took over and i dont even know where this shit came from. stay hydrated friends, this one's a doozy! 🤪

Part of btsafterdarknet's the boys are back in town event

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“There’s a what next weekend?” you asked Soo-ah, reading the social media invite you’d both just received.

“TEN-YEAR REUNION SPRING BREAK PARTY” flashed on the screen in front of you. Below it, details and RSVP information were spelled out in italics. You groaned, knowing what was coming next.

“Oh! We have to go! Please?!” Soo-ah pleaded. You had done your best to block out the memories of the four years you’d spent in the hell called high school. It hadn’t been particularly torturous, but you were nothing short of ecstatic to leave that place, and the people, behind you when you first entered college. Soo-ah, on the other hand, still regularly saw friends from high school and reminisced on her time there. It didn’t surprise you that she’d want to attend this reunion.

“Seriously? It’s been ten years. I don’t want anything to do with those people!” you defended. Spending a Saturday night with people you barely remembered wasn’t exactly on your bingo card for the year, but apparently Soo-ah was going to be the one to handwrite it into the free space that was leftover.

“I don’t care. We’re going!” she responded, making the decision for you as she texted the RSVP number to confirm both of your attendance. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to change her mind no matter what you tried.

“Fine. But you owe me,” you said, letting out an exasperated breath, rolling your eyes at your best friend. She was a pain in the ass, but you loved her. She’d stuck by your side for the last fifteen years, and had put up with her fair share of nonsense from you, so you could suffer through one night of nonsense for her.

Grocery shopping at night, alone, was one of your favorite things to do. The stores were always empty, peaceful. You meandered through the aisles, erasing items from the list on your phone as you tossed them into your cart. Stopping in front of the pasta section, you reached above your head to grab a box of your favorite, but it was just out of your reach. Bracing yourself on one of the shelves, you stood on your tiptoes, hoping those few extra inches would be enough for you to grab the box you wanted. Your fingertips only grazed the box, but just as you were about to give up on that particular brand, a lanky arm reached from just behind you and grabbed the box for you.

“Oh, thank— Hobi?” you asked incredulously as you took the box from his hand.

“The one and only, baby. I thought that was you. You haven’t changed a bit,” he answered, cocky smile matching his tone.

Jung Hoseok, better known as Hobi back in high school, was the town’s ex-resident bad boy, half (a very hot half) of a very well-known duo. He and his friends were always up to something, wreaking havoc everywhere they went. Constantly in detention, throwing wild parties, spending all of their free time getting high and definitely not doing any homework. His reputation as a player was well-known amongst everyone, too. From what you remembered, there probably wasn’t a single person in his crowd who he hadn’t slept with at one point or another. You’d steered clear of them, trying your hardest to maintain your girl next door image and straight-A record, hoping to gain admittance to the private university one city over. Your efforts had prevailed, and you were proud of the success you’d worked so hard to maintain over the last ten years.

“What are you doing back?” is all you could think to ask. It was eleven o’clock on a Thursday night, and you hadn’t seen Hobi, or any of his old friends, in years. Running into him here was nothing short of surprising.

“Didn’t you hear? The reunion is Saturday. Couldn’t miss that,” he shrugged.

“Ah. Yeah, should’ve figured. Soo-ah and I are going too.”

He chuckled, responding only with, “Well, I’ll see you ladies on Saturday then. How is Soo-ah, by the way?” He winked as he walked away, leaving you standing awkwardly at your cart, box of pasta still clutched in your hand.

As you wandered the aisles, finishing up your shopping, you couldn’t help but think, just our luck. You knew that Soo-ah had been involved with Hobi during your senior year. It had been just a casual thing. They were never exclusive, according to him. Unfortunately, Soo-ah had had her heart broken when she found that out. You wondered how she’d feel seeing him again. But then, you wondered…

Would he be there too?

You and Soo-ah walked to the entrance of the restaurant together. The reunion was being hosted at a large brewery in downtown. You’d only been there a few times before, but you knew it had a large open area for mingling, good food and drinks, but it was especially dark inside. Entering the restaurant, you were met with a sudden wave of chatter and laughter, loud music blaring. The place had basically been turned into a nightclub of sorts, making your stomach churn. You weren’t one to frequent places with loud music or crowds, but here you were, doing both for some stupid high school reunion.

“Let’s go grab a drink and find some of our old friends!” Soo-ah suggested as she pulled you by the arm toward the bar. Trying to calm your nerves, you settled on a mojito, knowing the alcohol in it would make you relax. Soo-ah ordered her usual drink that was probably ninety percent alcohol, making you turn your nose up at the smell wafting off her glass as she picked it up. You took a sip of your drink, eyes scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. You had to admit, you barely remembered anyone, but for Soo-ah, that wasn’t the case. She had already pointed out multiple people she wanted to catch up with.

Voices and faces all blurred together as Soo-ah dragged you from one group to another. You exchanged pleasantries, but frankly, you weren’t really interested in reliving the so-called glory days of high school with people you never even spoke to. It seemed like all everyone wanted to do was brag about their lives, which you were not interested in doing. Finishing your drink, you politely excused yourself, heading back to the bar for another round. Thankfully, there were a few open bar stools left, so you plopped down on one, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.

“This seat taken?” came a deep, low voice to your left. Turning your head to see the owner of the voice, your jaw dropped when you saw him.

Min Yoongi. The other half of the infamous duo you spent years trying to avoid. Except for the fact that, this half? Yeah, this half was the half you’d actively pined over all of high school. You knew he was bad news then, so all you’d done was admire him from afar. Not that he even knew who you were anyway.

“Uh.. um, no. Go ahead,” you responded, signaling to the bartender again, really needing another drink to get through whatever conversation was about to occur. Finally catching his eye, you breathed a sigh of relief as the bartender approached you.

“What can I get you?” the older man asked you with a gentle smile on his face. You rattled off your order, and he turned toward Yoongi. The smile previously on his face fell immediately. “Yoongi.”

“Mr. Cho. I’m good, I swear,” Yoongi defended, hands up as if in surrender. You tried to read the expression on his face, but failed. It was almost like… regret? Apology? You weren’t sure.

“Last time you were here, we closed with hundreds of dollars worth of damage because of you and your friends. A fight, if I remember correctly,” Mr. Cho continued, arms crossed over his chest.

Your eyes jumped between the two men, unsure if you should interrupt, stay quiet, leave? You decided, against your better judgment, to remain in your seat and stay quiet.

“That was years ago, Mr. Cho. I’m not like that anymore, promise,” Yoongi explained, going so far as to hold his pinky finger up in front of the older man, swearing on… something.

Mr. Cho rolled his eyes and continued, “What do you want?”

Yoongi ordered a glass of whiskey, neat. But what he said next took you by surprise. “Add hers to my tab, too.”

“Um— no, I’m fine. You don’t need to do that,” you interrupted, looking at him with a confused look on your face. All he did in response was wave his hand at you, as if to say, nonsense.

Mr. Cho turned away to prepare both of your drinks, leaving you and Yoongi alone at the bar.

“I’m ____,” you started awkwardly.

“I know who you are. How could I not? Hobi dated your friend for a bit, yeah?” he asked, taking a sip from the glass Mr. Cho placed in front of him.

Picking up your mojito, you gulped down more than you’d planned, but you weren’t a quitter. You swallowed, trying not to show the grimace playing at your lips.

“Not sure dated is the proper word, but yeah. Soo-ah was seeing him senior year. Until he conveniently forgot to mention to her that he was also seeing two other girls,” you snapped back.

Yoongi snickered, tipping his glass toward you. “Hey, from what I heard, they never had the ‘exclusive’ talk. So you can’t blame him,” he said with a half-shrug.

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at him. Typical Yoongi, you thought. Defending Hobi like he’d done nothing wrong, even though he knew that wasn’t the case, was something he’d always done over the years. You weren’t sure why he even hung out with him, because they weren’t the same. Yoongi never really gave the impression that he was willingly going along with a lot of Hobi’s antics, but what did you know? You didn’t really know them.

“Hey. I’m not Hobi, alright? Take that shit out on him if you want. He’s over there,” he pointed, “but remember, it’s been ten years. And Soo-ah doesn’t seem to care.”

Turning around, you saw Soo-ah in a big group of people, Hobi included, laughing and drinking. She wasn’t really acknowledging his presence, but she wasn’t exactly ignoring him, either. Rolling your eyes, you realized that he was probably right.

“Sorry. Old grudges die hard, I guess.”

“It’s alright. How’s life been for you?” he asked.

The two of you fell into easy conversation then. Where and for what you’d gone to college, jobs, how you spent your free time. It was like talking to an old friend, but also, not really.

“So, yeah. My job is basically always stressful. This is the first time in, like, months that I’ve been out and haven’t gotten a call from my boss,” you finished. You moved to take another sip of your drink, but to your dismay, it was already empty. You frowned, looking over at Yoongi as he did the same thing. You erupted into a fit of giggles, and he followed suit, laughing heartily along with you.

“Damn,” you said, shaking your head, “didn’t realize I drank that that fast.”

“Want another?”

“No, I probably shouldn’t. I get hungover really easily and that’s the last thing I need,” you explained.

“Hmm. You ever smoked weed?” Yoongi questioned.

“Do I look like someone who’s ever smoked weed, Yoongi?” you laughed out. The thought alone was hysterical to you. The fact that he would think you had smoked before was even funnier. You had never done anything even remotely illegal; no underage drinking, no shoplifting, and surely no drug use. You were known as the goody two-shoes your entire life, and you knew that he knew that.

“Well, no,” Yoongi admitted with a laugh, “but you should give it a try. It’ll wipe that stress away so fast, you won’t even notice it anymore.”

You gave him an incredulous look, thinking that he definitely had to be joking. There was no way you were about to blemish your perfect reputation by smoking weed to relieve stress.

“I can show you,” Yoongi deadpanned, “if you want.”

You shook your head, laughing at him. “No thanks, I’m alright.”

Yoongi reached out and ran his fingers along the back of your hand. He looked at you, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“C’mon, live a little. Can’t you have some fun for once?”

“Min Yoongi. You don’t know me. Who says I don’t have fun?”

“Well, you’ve never smoked weed. That alone says you don’t have enough fun,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. But the nagging voice in your head was beginning to eat away at you. Ten years ago, you would’ve done anything to get even the smallest bit of attention from Min Yoongi. And now, you were sitting here, having a one-on-one conversation with him for almost an hour, he was offering to spend even more time with you, and you were declining. Why?

It wasn’t in your nature to make impulsive decisions. You had meticulously thought-out plans for everything you did. But your intrusive thoughts were winning tonight, no matter how hard you fought them.

“Alright. Show me.”

Yoongi cocked his brow, seemingly surprised that you’d agreed. Before you had the chance to change your mind, however, he was standing, leaving a few bills on the bar to pay his tab, and grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowded restaurant and out the door.

The cool spring breeze outside was refreshing. You took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air. Walking a few steps behind Yoongi, hand still in his, you stumbled a bit, the alcohol catching up to you more now that you weren’t sitting.

“You good?” came Yoongi’s voice from ahead of you.

“Yepp, all good. Lead the way,” you giggled. You were pleasantly buzzed, and you hoped the feeling remained until you were confident enough around him without it. He led you down the crowded street, never letting go of your hand, until you reached a high-rise building, hotel name illuminated in the night sky.

“We’re staying here this weekend. C’mon,” he gestured toward the building.

Five minutes later, the two of you exited the elevator on the eleventh floor, and Yoongi guided you toward his room.

The fact that he had said ‘we’ downstairs was lost on you until he opened the door, holding it open for you to follow after him. You entered the room, setting your purse down on the dresser, and you noticed a third person already in the room, standing at the cracked-open window, joint between his fingers.

Hobi.

“___? No shit,” Hobi blurted out with a laugh, coughing a bit on his inhale.

“She needs to relax,” Yoongi explained, sly smirk on his face. You shrugged, unsure what to say other than to agree with him.

Hobi shot you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be one to join them in their late-night smoke session. “With us?”

“Shut up,” you snapped out in response, the words coming out more tense than you’d planned.

“Damn. You do need to relax,” Hobi laughed out. Yoongi had already joined him at the window, taking the joint from his hand and taking a hit for himself. He held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before slowly blowing it out the window. After letting out all of his inhale, he turned to face you. You were still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure where to go or what to do.

“C’mere, love,” Yoongi said, beckoning you over to them. You didn’t miss the pet name he’d used, but you chose to ignore it. Walking hesitantly over to the window, you joined the two men, resting your body weight on the window sill with your elbow, facing them.

Yoongi and Hobi exchanged knowing glances as Hobi took another drag, puffing the smoke out calmly. His eyes were already appearing glazed over, a serene air overtaking his normal exuberant self. He held the joint out to you, a sickly sweet smile on his face.

“Your turn, baby,” Hobi breathed out, watching as you took it from him. You held the joint between your fingers, unsure what to do next. You began to feel stupid, like you definitely shouldn’t be there, until Yoongi took it back, taking a quick hit before speaking.

“We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry,” he reassured you, holding the joint up and putting it between your lips, “Just inhale a bit, slowly. Hold it in for a second, then let it out.”

Even with following his instructions, you still coughed a bit (or maybe a lot), but neither of them said anything. You were expecting Hobi to make fun of you, to say something sarcastic about you being too innocent, but he didn’t. Instead, he just watched you, silently observing. His dark eyes, although glazed over, still intimidated you after all these years. For whatever reason, you could never figure out why, but he had always had a very intense aura to him.

Thirty minutes later, the three of you had settled into a very comfortable, very giggly high. Hobi and Yoongi were sprawled out on their beds, while you stretched out sideways over an armchair, looking at the ceiling. The relaxation you felt was like nothing you’d ever experienced. You felt like you were floating, fully embracing the euphoria. Your brain was lagging a bit, taking extra seconds to decipher whatever Hobi and Yoongi were discussing. You had to admit, you still didn’t know, and you had barely been listening, so you only caught the tail end of their conversation.

“No! That’s ridiculous,” Hobi yelled out, a hand over his belly as he curled into the fetal position, laughing. Yoongi was laughing too, and then it became infectious, impossible for you to avoid following suit.

A few minutes of uncontrollable laughter later, Hobi got up from his bed to use the bathroom. You and Yoongi fell into silence as he disappeared. It didn’t surprise you that Hobi was even more obnoxious while high than he was normally, but you were struggling to figure out how Yoongi was taking his own high. He was giggly, just like you and Hobi, but other than that, he seemed almost like his normal, quiet self, maybe even quieter.

“Hey,” Yoongi spoke suddenly.

Tilting your head upside down to look at him as best as you could from your position, you responded, “Hey, yourself.”

“C’mere,” he called, holding an outstretched hand to you.

Brow cocked, you lifted yourself from the armchair and stumbled over to the side of his bed, looking at him quizzically, arms holding you up as you rested your palms on the mattress.

“What’s up?” you questioned.

“I’m just gonna be honest with you. I get stupid affectionate when I’m high. Come lay with me,” Yoongi requested.

“Uh— why me? Can’t you cuddle with Hobi or something?” you asked him, laughing at your own suggestion.

Yoongi laughed, but then declined your offer, shaking his head.

“Been there, done that. He gets weird,” he explained, looking up at you from his spot on the bed, head resting on his outstretched arm. “Besides, you’re a lot cuter than him anyway,” he finished, putting on a smirk.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his admission, unsure if it was the weed talking or if it was how he really felt. But his eyes never left you, and he stretched his arm out more, making grabby hands at you.

“Please, love?” he asked again, puppy eyes on full display. You cocked an eyebrow, watching as his facial expression turned to full-blown begging before you.

You sighed, turning to sit on the bed next to him. “Fine,” you said with an exasperated breath.

Before you had a chance to think, Yoongi was wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down to lay next to him. He snuggled into your side, attaching himself to you like a koala would a tree, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. It was a little awkward at first, but before long, you had relaxed more, sinking into the mattress underneath you.

“You two comfortable?” a voice came from the other side of the room, laughter erupting from Hobi as he flicked the main lights off and flopped down on his bed again. You and Yoongi laughed along with him, and you couldn’t help but to turn into his embrace, enjoying his warmth and the feeling of his body against yours. You draped your arm over him, drawing patterns on his back over his shirt, hearing him sigh with what you could only describe as bliss.

The room slipped into mostly comfortable silence, aside from Hobi watching funny videos on his phone, laughing out loud at almost all of them. Yoongi had fallen into a deep state of contentment, his breathing almost even with yours, as you continued rubbing his back. Without even noticing it yourself, you slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, wanting more contact with him, and his breath caught.

“This okay?” you asked him, not wanting to push any boundaries of his. He let out a hum, resting his arm over your lower stomach, fingertips dancing at your hip.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed,” Yoongi sighed, “you’re so fucking comfortable.”

You laughed. “Me too. And you’re warm.”

As the minutes passed, you noticed his hand slowly moving upward until his fingers were grazing your collarbone, drifting onto your neck. His face was still buried in the other side of your neck, but you felt him lift his head slightly as he whispered in your ear.

“You’re really, really hot.”

You whipped your head to the side, scooting back a little so you could see him better.

“Huh?” you asked incredulously, trying to suppress your laughter again.

He pulled you closer, lips pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the crook of your neck. You froze, your skin igniting under his touch. Your breathing hitched in your throat, your head spinning.

“I could make you feel so good,” he whispered, peppering kisses up your neck, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick at your skin.

“Yoongi, what the fuck?” you whispered back, laughter coming out this time. You weren’t sure if it was from the weed or your nerves, but you couldn’t stop giggling.

He, on the other hand, was not laughing.

“I’m serious,” he cocked his head at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips, “I know you feel it, too.”

You couldn’t deny that he was right. You weren’t usually a very touchy person, but from the minute he’d cuddled up against you, your brain had been short circuiting, the nerves under your skin like a live wire against him. You took a shaky breath, unsure how to respond. But then, a thought crossed your mind.

“What about Hobi?” you questioned, voice still a whisper, not wanting to attract the other man’s attention.

Yoongi snickered, hand moving to cup your cheek, as he closed in on you. Landing a soft kiss on your lips, he replied, “What about him?”

Suddenly, he was kissing you, the hand on your cheek moving to your neck, pulling you closer. His mouth engulfed yours, consuming you with desire. Your hand squeezed his waist from under his shirt, using the grip to pull your body against his. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, eliciting a quiet moan from you. He pulled back, breathing heavily, your faces still almost touching.

“We always wondered what it would be like to ruin you,” came a voice from behind you. You gasped. At some point in the time that you’d been distracted with Yoongi, Hobi had seen what was going on between the two of you, gotten out of bed, and walked to your side of Yoongi’s bed, all without you noticing.

You bolted upright, looking like a deer in headlights as you realized that you’d been caught. Nothing had really even happened, but your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Your nerves were on fire, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Yoongi, however, was still laying down, eyes darting calmly between you and Hobi.

“Woah, woah. What do you mean, we?” you said, voice no longer a whisper, but a low shriek.

Hobi chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he answered, “I said what I said. We’re kind of a package deal, baby.”

“What do you think, love?” came Yoongi’s deep voice from your other side.

You sat there, looking between the two men, brain still lagging from your high. Your relaxed state had quickly devolved into shock. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to find the words to respond.

“Let us make you feel good,” Hobi proposed, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, fingers brushing along your skin gently.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want. But, from experience, fucking while high is so good,” Yoongi stated matter-of-factly.

You took a deep breath, your brain finally catching up with your mouth so you could speak.

“Uh- I’ve never.. um..” you started, trying to put the words together.

Yoongi sat up next to you, resting a hand on your thigh and squeezing it reassuringly. “We know. We can take care of you, love.”

You shuddered, breathing becoming erratic as you contemplated their proposition. Before tonight, you would have never even considered doing something like this. But your high, combined with how turned on you were from Yoongi’s efforts earlier, was clouding your judgment.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we’ll drop it and forget this ever happened. Go back to relaxing, get some food maybe. But if you’re into this…” Hobi continued, moving his hand to play with your neck and jawline, sending chills down your spine.

“Say yes. We promise you won’t regret it,” Yoongi finished, running his hand along your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you again.

You sighed as you returned his kiss, pulling back after a few seconds.

“Okay,” you finally decided, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You watched as the two men looked at each other, exchanging understanding glances.

Then, without warning, Yoongi pulled you into an intense kiss. You melted into it, pliant under his lips, leaning into him as he gripped the back of your neck tightly. Your tongues danced, Yoongi eliciting a quiet moan from you as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently. You held onto the side of his shirt tightly, knuckles turning white as you felt yourself get lost in him. Suddenly, you felt a second set of hands on you, running up and down your sides from behind you.

“Let us see,” Hobi whispered in your ear, tugging lightly at the hem of your shirt. You nodded against Yoongi’s mouth, giving him permission, willing yourself not to get too self-conscious. These were two of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on, and they wanted you. It was hard to accept that fact in your mind, but what was happening in reality proved it to you. Hobi pulled the shirt off you in one swift motion, running his hands down your back, tracing the band of your bra as he did. His soft fingers danced along your spine, unhooking the band expertly. He pushed the shoulder straps down your front, letting Yoongi take over by pulling them the rest of the way off your arms and tossing the bra to the floor.

Hobi’s tight grip on your shoulders tore you out of your trance, still dizzy from being devoured by Yoongi’s mouth. He twisted you in his direction, pulling you by the neck with his other hand, engulfing you in a kiss with intensity that overshadowed Yoongi’s by a long shot. They were both great kissers, but there was something about Hobi’s that completely destroyed you. All thoughts left in your mind were drained as you entangled your hand in his hair, shifting up onto your knees to get a better angle. Hobi lifted you by the waist, settling you over his lap, pulling you closer to him, hands resting on your ass. The mattress shifted, and you felt Yoongi’s hands cup your breasts, gently kneading them from behind you.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed out, rolling your nipples between his fingers, drawing little whines from you as Hobi worked to unbutton the jeans you were wearing. You grabbed his hands, stopping him from going any further.

“Nuh uh, this isn’t fair,” you giggled, taking the bottom of his shirt in your hands and swiftly pulling it over his head. You couldn’t help but to ogle him. His warm honey skin tone was mesmerizing as you dragged your eyes down his torso, taking in his prominent collarbones, toned chest and abs, to the subtle trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of his jeans. Your breath hitched as you traced your fingers along his clavicles, watching as he dropped his head back against the headboard. That position only made him more enticing, showcasing his neck, Adam’s apple jutting out. Yoongi’s lips touched the space where your neck met your shoulder, sucking gently as he continued massaging your breasts from behind.

“She’s so fucking beautiful, isn’t she?” Hobi asked out loud, lifting his head, eyes shooting behind you to Yoongi.

“Mmhmm, she is,” Yoongi replied, continuing his ministrations on your neck and shoulders. You sat up straighter, arching your back, resting your head on his chest.

“Yours too, now,” Hobi said with a nod of his head. Confused, you lifted your head to look at him, and it clicked. They’ve done this before. And it was obvious there was a certain… dynamic, between the two of them. You tilted your head to glance back at Yoongi, watching as his eyes answered for him. It was almost as if he was cowering, afraid to say no. You felt his hands drop from your chest as he nudged you, pushing you forward a bit.

Yoongi swiftly pulled his shirt off from behind you, and your eyes immediately followed the loss of fabric. His pale skin stood out in the dark room, and you could see the slight definition of his chest and stomach. Not as toned as Hobi, but still attractive to you, although in a different way.

“Can I undo these, baby?” Hobi questioned, pulling at the button of your jeans again. You nodded, biting your lower lip as you once again willed your nerves away. His fingers moved deftly, popping the button open in no time at all. The zipper came next, then he pulled you up by your belt loops, taking you off of his lap and gesturing for you to sit on the bed next to him.

Yoongi made his way over to you, sitting on your other side. His hand came up to push your curled hair behind your ear as he whispered, “You trust me, right?” You gulped, slowly nodding again. Words were failing you, your anxiety bubbling up in your stomach. “You trust us?”

Your eyes darted between the two men. With Yoongi, things were easy; he felt safe. But Hobi, you weren’t sure about. He didn’t exactly feel unsafe, but he was harder to read, harder to open up to.

“Hey, I know he’s a little intense sometimes. But he’s chill. It’ll be okay,” Yoongi reassured you, hand stroking your cheek lightly. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Just… take it slow, okay?” you requested.

“We’ll take it as slow as you need, baby. Just relax,” Hobi chimed in, shooting you a small smirk. With that, he hopped out of the bed, his erection prominently on display despite his tight jeans. As he walked over toward the window, Yoongi pulled you into him, his soft lips connecting with yours again. You sighed, letting him take the lead on the kiss, opening your mouth for him to explore. It was easy to get lost in him, easy to almost forget about the third person in the room.

“Here. Take a few more hits. It’ll help you relax again,” Hobi said from the window, blowing smoke out with a deep exhale. He joined the two of you at the side of the bed, handing you the joint again. You inhaled deep, this time more prepared for the burn of smoke to your throat. You exhaled slowly, feeling your high reignite almost immediately. You handed the joint back to Hobi, and he pressed it to Yoongi’s lips, allowing him a few short inhales before taking it back and returning to the window.

“Better?” Yoongi asked, his eyes searching yours. You breathed deeply, nodding, a small smile spreading across your face. Hobi joined you on the bed again, flicking the bedside light on as he did, his lanky arms falling around your shoulders as he pulled you to rest in between his legs, your back against his chest.

“This okay?” he breathed into your ear, his hands wandering slowly down to your breasts as you nodded. “Use your words, we need to hear you.”

“Y-yeah, it’s okay,” you responded, and you let out a quiet whine as his thumb and forefinger closed around your nipple, pinching gently, sending shocks through you. Hobi’s skin against your back was warm, soft. He nudged your cheek with his nose, tipping your face to the side as he began kissing and sucking on your neck. Every kiss made you hotter, made your breathing more ragged.

“You know,” Hobi started, his tongue tracing a line down your neck, “Yoongi is really good with his tongue too.”

You shivered, glancing over at Yoongi, who was still beside you, palming his hard cock over his jeans now, eyes on you.

“Show her how good you can be,” Hobi directed at Yoongi, raising his eyebrows as if daring him to object. Yoongi raised himself up onto his knees, leaning over to kiss the other side of your neck, trailing soft lips down to your collarbone and back up to your ear.

“Can I?” Yoongi asked you gently. You nodded, whispering a hushed yes in response. With that, Yoongi positioned himself in front of you, reaching for your unbuttoned jeans. “Say something if you want me to stop,” he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and tugged. Awkwardly, you lifted yourself to help him, and then you were pantsless; black, lace panties on display for the two men to admire.

Yoongi placed his flattened palms on the tops of your thighs, running them upward until he reached the hem of your panties. Fingers playing with the lace adorning your hips, his breath caught as his thumbs ran gently over your clothed mound. You squirmed, pushing your back harder against Hobi’s chest, hearing him chuckle in your ear.

“So pretty..” Yoongi murmured, eyes never leaving yours, questioning you. You nodded in response, knowing he was asking permission to take off the only garment you had left. He moved quickly, removing the panties effortlessly.

It was weird, being so exposed, naked in front of them, when all they were missing were shirts. Your anxiety revved up again, and you took a few breaths, not wanting to show your fear. “Um.. can you— can you take your pants off? Please? I’m a little self-conscious and I’ll feel better if we’re more even,” you said with a chuckle, feeling stupid to even be asking. Yoongi shot you an understanding smile, nodding.

“Sure, love. Anything you want. Hobi?”

Hobi tapped your bicep lightly, moving you out of his way. The two men stood, unbuckling belts and shimmying out of tight jeans in tandem. You couldn’t help but stare. In the light, they were even more gorgeous. Boxer briefs hugging their thighs tightly, erections on display for you to ogle. Your mouth dropped open, breath catching as your mind went haywire. This is it, you thought, this is really happening.

You weren’t the only one staring. It was subtle, but Hobi was still very obviously looking over at Yoongi’s hardened cock, tongue darting out over his bottom lip in desire. You had questions, but it wasn’t your place to ask them, so you let them go, opening yourself up to whatever was going to happen.

“You guys are so… ugh,” you scoffed, unable to contain your giggles. The two men came to join you on the bed again, taking their old positions; Hobi behind you, caressing your breasts and stomach, Yoongi between your legs, eyeing your bare pussy.

“Go on, then,” Hobi instructed, “make her feel good like we promised.” With his statement, he took one of your thighs in his hand and pulled it to the side, spreading you for Yoongi.

“Ah— fuck!” you cried out, not expecting Yoongi’s sudden onslaught to your pussy. He was quick. In the few seconds since you’d closed your eyes, tilting your neck to give Hobi access to it, he’d dropped down onto his stomach and buried his tongue in your folds. Gripping your other thigh, he was relentless. He worked his tongue from your clit to your entrance with wet, languid movements. Your hips bucked, your hand finding purchase in his long, dark hair. Hobi continued licking and sucking on your neck, fingers rolling and pinching at your nipples. The sensory overload had your head lolling back, eyelids drooping as you let out short little moans.

“No, baby. Eyes open, watch him,” Hobi murmured in your ear, voice dripping with mirth. You fought to keep your eyes open, your vision blurring as Yoongi sucked gently on your clit, watching you. You watched as he took his free hand, sucked seductively on the index and middle fingers, then brought them to your entrance, slowly inserting them into your cunt. You cried out again, your pleasure increasing tenfold with the added sensation. He twisted his fingers and hooked them just right, finding the spongy spot inside you in no time, slowly, rhythmically dragging them along your walls.

“Can you cum for us, love?” Yoongi asked you with a smirk, flattening his tongue and licking wide stripes up and down your cunt. Your body reacted, shaking as you got closer and closer to the edge.

“Yoongi— yesyesyes,” the words tumbled out as you came, your hips bucking as he gripped your thigh tightly, holding you in place to work you through your orgasm. His tongue never stopped, lapping at your juices as you gushed around his fingers again and again. You tried to escape his ministrations, but Hobi kept you still, shushing in your ear, chuckling at you.

“I was right, wasn’t I? He’s so good…” Hobi whispered to you, dragging his hands along your torso to rest on your still-moving hips. “I think she’s had enough for now,” he directed at Yoongi, who reluctantly pulled away, wiping his glistening lips and chin with the back of his hand.

You breathed deeply, gasping for air, feeling like your soul had left your body. You didn’t know what the fuck had just happened, but you didn’t have time to think about it because Hobi was pushing you up and off of his chest, crawling around you and over to Yoongi. You collapsed onto the bed as Hobi took hold of Yoongi’s neck and kissed him, then used his tongue to lap the remaining slick off Yoongi’s chin. “Can’t wait to taste you myself later,” he shot at you with a smirk, dark eyes glinting in the dim lighting.

You giggled, unsure how to reply. You knew what you wanted to do next though, so you sat up, ignoring your shaking thighs to get onto your knees. Sitting on your heels, you hesitantly reached out, tracing down the abdomen of both men with your fingertips, playfully snapping the waistbands of their boxer briefs. “Take these off,” you ordered, trying to sound confident.

“Oh, she’s bossy,” Yoongi laughed out, biting his lower lip with a smirk. Without another word, the two men moved to remove their boxer briefs, leaving you on the bed, mouth agape as you stared. You couldn’t decide where to look. They were mesmerizing, naked in front of you. Your eyes moved up and down their bodies, one at a time, taking them in. You gestured for them to come back to the bed, and they did with no hesitation. Before you could chicken out, you went straight to Hobi, pulling him into a kiss. He reacted, kissing you back, hands holding the sides of your neck. As the two of you kissed, tongues chasing each other for control, you reached out to your side. Breaking the kiss for a quick second, you glanced down, reaching for Yoongi. Finding his hip, you scratched your nails across his lower abdomen, then down his pelvis. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, teasingly. He hissed, hips bucking at the feeling.

Going back to kissing Hobi, still stroking Yoongi, your usual filter was gone. You broke the kiss once again, leaning in, kissing and nipping at his neck and throat. As you got to the space right below his ear, you whispered, “Fuck me, Hobi. Please.” His grip tightened on your neck just slightly, and you felt Yoongi’s cock react to your words as he whined in response. You looked over at him, chuckling a bit as you said, “Don’t worry, you’ll get me too,” licking your lower lip seductively.

With that, Hobi pushed you back onto your heels, grabbing your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. Before you could even react, he pulled your waist up to position you on all fours, his hand running across your lower back gently. “This okay?” he asked you, voice less cocky than normal. You could feel his fingers running along your ass, spreading you open for the both of them to see.

“Ye–,” you choked out, stopping mid-word as Hobi ran his fingers along your folds, collecting your juices from your entrance before inserting them. You yelped, oversensitive from your previous orgasm, but it didn’t take long before your pleasure was building again. Hobi was skilled, that was for sure. The way he crooked his fingers just right, hitting all your spots, was almost enough to throw you over the precipice a second time. That is, until he stopped. “Hobi,” you whined, breathing heavily with your face in the pillow under you.

“Don’t worry baby, we said we’d take care of you,” Hobi reassured. You heard a ripping sound, presumably from a condom wrapper, and then felt his hands gripping your waist. Your body jerked as you felt the head of his cock rubbing your clit. “Shh, relax for me,” he said as he inserted the tip of his cock in your cunt. The stretch was more than you’d expected, but Hobi took his time with you, pushing inch by inch into your pussy, until he finally bottomed out against your ass, hands still gripping your waist tightly.

Yoongi had climbed around onto the head of the bed, sitting close to where your face was still buried in the pillows. You looked up at him from the corner of your eye, watching his large hand begin pumping his cock as he watched you. Using his other hand, he pushed your hair off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”

You smiled at him, reaching up to touch his hand. He squeezed yours, but the intimate moment was interrupted by Hobi thrusting into you for real for the first time. You cried out, grasping the sheets as you were lurched forward. Looking up at Yoongi again, you were met with his signature smirk and a chuckle, followed by, “Sorry, love.”

His teasing tone left you wanting to do some teasing of your own. You picked yourself up as best as you could through Hobi’s thrusts, resting on your elbows. “Need some help with that?” you asked Yoongi, watching him jerk himself off, hoping your sultry tone had come through the way you’d wanted. He eyed you, biting his lip again. There’s something about that damn lip bite… you thought.

Yoongi lifted himself off the bed, kneeling now. He took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip down. You stared up at him, batting your eyelids, as you kitten-licked the pad of his thumb, making him hiss. You leaned forward, placing gentle kisses on his abdomen, trailing them down his pelvis until you reached his cock. Looking up at him, you slowly ran your tongue along his length, from base to tip, admiring the prominent vein running down it. Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Holding yourself up with one hand, you gripped the base of his cock with the other, steadying yourself, still on Hobi’s cock as he continued drilling into you.

With Yoongi’s cock in your hand, it was easy to tell that he was one of the biggest you’d had. You knew you had relatively small hands, but seeing your fingers barely close around him excited you. Continuing your teasing, you dragged your tongue up and down, swirling it around the tip before taking it in your mouth. Your lips spread tight, you slowly bobbed your head, taking more of him in each time. Yoongi’s groaning egged you on, making you focus on giving him pleasure to the point where you almost didn’t notice Hobi still behind you. That is, until he lifted one knee and thrusted into you from a different angle, eliciting a loud moan from you as Yoongi’s cock was shoved to the back of your throat. Trying your best not to gag, you relaxed your throat muscles, swallowing around him. His hips bucked, his hands holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking into your throat. You had basically no control at this point, being jostled back and forth by both men.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too– fuuuck– too much,” Yoongi gasped, barely able to get the words out as you hollowed your cheeks on his next thrust into your mouth. With that, you tapped his thigh a few times, making him stop immediately and pull out of your mouth. His breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed, sweat collecting on his forehead.

“Can I ride you?” you asked Yoongi innocently.

“Fuck– yes, please,” he responded, and Hobi stopped too, pulling out before looking down at you.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Hobi breathed out, giving you a smirk as he smacked the side of your ass. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ good.”

You watched as the two men adjusted positions, Yoongi lying on his back and Hobi kneeling on the bed next to him. Yoongi ripped open a condom wrapper, sheathing himself quickly before grabbing you by the waist and situating you over his pelvis. Grabbing his cock, you rubbed him through your folds, moaning at the sensation. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. Your moans tumbled out as you began riding him.

“Your tits look so good bouncing like that,” Hobi complimented you, and you shot an innocent smile his way as you upped your pace, leaning back to show yourself off a little more. You used one hand to balance yourself on Yoongi’s thigh, the other to begin jerking Hobi off. He’d removed the condom once he pulled out of you, so he was still slick from the lube on the inside of it, making your hand move smoothly up and down his shaft. He was about the same length as Yoongi, but had more girth, which explained the stretch when he was fucking you.

“Let me suck your dick, please, Hobi?” you pleaded as Yoongi lifted you up and pounded you down onto his dick again and again. Hobi smirked at you as he lifted himself up onto his knees more, and you bent down to reach him easier.

“Bossy and a filthy mouth? Where’d this come from?” Hobi taunted, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“You bring it out,” you answered with a smirk, taking one last look up at him before you sank your mouth down onto his cock, breathing through your nose, taking him all in. Hobi immediately groaned, moving his hand from your chin to your hair, pushing it back away from your face to get a better look at you.

Riding Yoongi and sucking Hobi’s dick at the same time proved to be a challenge. They were both so needy; Yoongi whining underneath you as you brought him closer to release, Hobi trying his hardest not to fuck your throat too hard. I’m not a quitter, you thought for the second time that night, hyping yourself up. It was much easier for you to focus solely on Yoongi, and let Hobi use your mouth the way he saw fit.

Yoongi pulled your chest down to meet his, pulling you away from Hobi to engulf you in a passionate, sloppy kiss as you continued grinding on him, rocking your hips back and forth on his pelvis for stimulation on your clit. You moaned into his mouth, reaching over to pump Hobi’s cock as you kissed Yoongi. Pulling away, Yoongi kissed up the side of your neck to your ear, gripping the back of your neck as he did so.

“Love… are you on the pill?” he whispered, earning a quizzical look from you. You nodded, unsure where he was going with his question. His grip on your neck tightened as he whined again, then finished with, “I’m clean… Can I cum inside you? Please…” His breathing was ragged, his thrusting up into you becoming erratic.

“Please,” you whimpered, nodding again as you pulled yourself off of him, giving him room to remove the condom. Hobi looked down at you again, moving to go back to fucking your throat. You brought your face all the way to his pelvis, swallowing around his cock as you bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks on each movement.

“Fuck, baby, lemme cum in your mouth,” Hobi groaned, pushing your head farther down on his dick. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his shaft, swirling it around the tip each time he pulled out. You felt his cock begin to pulse, and you hollowed your cheeks more, sucking harder as he shot his cum into your mouth. You swallowed, warm liquid coating your throat. Hobi’s moans rang in your ears as you continued running your tongue along his dick. He shook, holding your hair as you milked him into overstimulation. You gripped his hips, not letting him pull away as you playfully sucked on just the tip of his cock, enjoying hearing his whimpers until you finally stopped.

“Baby.. f-fuck, that was so good,” Hobi stuttered, collapsing back onto his heels before falling back onto the bed. His breathing was shaky as he looked at you, his eyes roaming over your naked body with admiration. You smirked, patting his thigh playfully as you looked back down at Yoongi.

His eyes had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. You reached for his cock, rubbing his now-bare tip through your folds, listening to him whimper. You chuckled, then lined him up with your entrance, lowering yourself down onto him. He groaned, hands going to grip your waist. Instead, you smacked them away, a new idea coming to mind. You took both of his hands in yours and pinned them at each side of his head as you began riding him again. You heard his breath catch in his throat, and you knew… mission accomplished.

“Awh, you like being restricted, hmm?” you asked, giggling, watching his face for his reaction. He stared up at you, puppy eyes watching your every move.

“Love.. don’t do this to me,” he huffed out, chuckling a bit. Your eyes met his, a glint of seduction playing in yours.

“Do what?” you teased, clenching your pussy a few times around his cock. “Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”

Yoongi groaned, gripping your hands tightly in his. You continued bouncing on him, rolling your hips the way you’d figured out he liked. It wasn’t long before he was panting, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. “Make- let me cum, love. Please,” he breathed out, choosing his words carefully, begging you.

Yoongi’s body shuddered as he let out a loud moan. You finally coaxed his orgasm out of him, the sounds he made almost making you cum along with him. You leaned down to kiss him, still holding his hands down at the side of his head, licking and sucking on his bottom lip as you rolled your hips a few more times. His moans turned to whines and whimpers, including a few curse words. “St- Stop, please, baby. Too sensitive,” he gasped out. You stopped moving, kissing him a few more times before lifting yourself off of him and collapsing on the bed next to him, breathing heavily yourself now. Whether that was from the overexertion, or the fact that you were so close to a second orgasm, you weren’t sure, but you couldn’t help but giggle a little, throwing one hand over your face, covering yourself.

You felt hands on your raised knees, the strong grip letting you know it was Hobi as he pushed your knees apart gently. You uncovered your face, watching as he stared down at your spread pussy, Yoongi’s cum dripping out of you.

“You think you can give us one more?” Hobi asked, smirk playing at his lips as Yoongi ran his hand across your stomach to grab your breast, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You whined and nodded your head, oversensitive but still wanting more.

Hobi leaned down, using his fingers to smear Yoongi’s leaking cum around the lips of your pussy. With that, he licked a broad stripe from your hole up to your clit, kissing your bud gently before looking up at you. “You taste so good, fuck,” he groaned, continuing his attack on you as you bucked your hips.

He flicked his tongue rapidly, the sound of his face in contact with your wetness turning you on even more. “Ah— Hobi,” you whimpered, “fuuuck, you’re so good with your tongue!”

He chuckled as he began lewdly sucking on your clit, using two fingers to fuck into you slowly at first, then picking up the pace as your body reacted. Your whines and moans tumbled out, but in the middle of a particularly loud cry of ohfuckfuckfuck, you were cut off by Yoongi’s mouth overtaking yours.

Yoongi leaned over you, kissing you deeply, massaging your breast with one hand, the other hand tangling in your hair. It was hard to concentrate, squirming under him as Hobi brought you closer and closer to your high. You found yourself bringing one hand down to entangle in Hobi’s hair, using the other to hold onto Yoongi’s wrist as you kissed him. Your grip on his wrist tightened as your senses were attacked from all directions.

“That’s it love, such a good girl for us,” Yoongi rasped, breaking the kiss to watch your face as you cried out fuckfuckfuck once again. Your body shook uncontrollably, Hobi’s fingers hooking your g-spot as you came. Yoongi kissed you once more, swallowing your moans as you drenched the sheets below you in your release.

“Shit, you’re a squirter too? Jesus, you’re perfect,” Hobi growled, still fucking into you with his fingers, lapping at the juices coming from your pussy, helping you ride your high all the way through. You struggled to close your thighs, trying to escape his tongue, but both of the men gripped one each to keep them spread. Your oversensitivity overtook you, choked sobs escaping your lips as all you could do was let them have their way with you.

“Fuu— please, Hobi, please!” you cried out, begging him to stop before you quite literally almost passed out from the sensations. Your vision blurred in and out, seeing stars as you mentally blacked out momentarily.

Hobi continued his teasing escapades on your cunt, licking gently as your body trembled underneath him. You pulled at his hair, trying to disconnect his mouth from you, to no avail.

Yoongi reached down, tapping Hobi’s shoulder and giving him a pleading look. “C’mon, I think she’s done,” he argued tenderly, tilting his head questioningly. Hobi finally pulled away, wiping his mouth with his hand as he raised himself back up onto his knees.

You laid there, curling yourself into the fetal position as you tried to get your breathing back in check. You shivered, aftershocks from your orgasm hitting you still. You felt the mattress behind you dip down as a warm body came into your space, pale arms enclosing you in a back hug. Yoongi nuzzled his lips into your hair, pressing sweet kisses to the back of your head, rubbing his hands along your arms to warm you.

“You okay, love?” Yoongi whispered into your hair, trying his best to comfort you. You nodded, clutching his arm in your hand to reassure him.

Hobi joined your cuddle on the other side, turning to face you, cupping your cheek in his palm as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” he questioned.

You shook your head, taking a breath before answering him. “No, I’m good. That was just… really intense.”

You felt both men shake as they chuckled, both doing their best to give you the aftercare you needed. “What do you need?” Yoongi asked.

“Do you wanna stay?” Hobi asked, swiping his thumb across your cheek. You reached out with the hand that wasn’t holding Yoongi’s arm, resting it over Hobi’s side.

You didn’t know what you needed, but the desire to have physical contact with both men was overwhelming. Your shivers still hadn’t stopped, prompting Yoongi to pull you closer into him. Hobi scooted closer too, enveloping you in tangled legs and warm chests from both sides.

“Do you want me to stay?” you wondered out loud. The arms of both men tightened around you, giving you the answer to your question.

“Please stay,” Yoongi requested from behind you, Hobi nodding his head in agreement. You sighed, a feeling of complete contentment taking hold of you.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you agreed, “but I want to shower.”

The three of you untangled yourselves to head to the bathroom. Showering together proved to be a difficult feat, the hotel shower not being built for three. Somehow, you made it work though. You took turns washing, Hobi and Yoongi both wanting to be the one to help you wash your hair. You giggled over their disagreement, settling on Hobi with the stipulation that you would, in turn, wash Yoongi’s hair for him.

Exiting the shower, you did your best to dry off in the tiny bathroom together. This resulted in laughs, knocked over toiletries on the bathroom counter, and more than one occurrence of someone almost falling over. You changed into borrowed clothes, an oversized t-shirt from Yoongi and joggers from Hobi.

Climbing into the unused bed, the three of you curled up together, snuggling in each other’s arms. The softness of these men surprised you. They clearly had personalities they didn’t show very often, only in private and not to most people. But for some reason, they were showing those sides of themselves to you. They had shown you that reputations weren’t important, that people’s pasts didn’t define them. More importantly, they had shown you that your own reputation wasn’t something you should care about the way you always had.

Your eyes fluttered closed, drifting in and out of sleep. Right before you fell asleep, you heard Yoongi’s deep, raspy voice from behind you whisper, “We didn’t ruin you like we said we would earlier. You ruined other women for us.”

You were beginning to think the same was true for them too.

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jpnriikicore · 1 year

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OH MY GOD that ethan!spider-man x reader was SO good !! i’m not sure if your requests are open, but if they are could you write another one? your writing is so amazing 🫶🫶

take care of yourself, keep hydrated and hope you have/had a great day ! mwah 💋

title: busted !

word count: 398

paring: spider-man!ethan x tonystarks!daughter/son!reader

author’s note: hi, thank you for requesting ! my requests are open, and i hope you are having a great day or night and that take care of yourself as well you deserve it, love. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you sit crisscrossed on your bed hunched over working on the science homework your teacher assigned you. you glance up at a noise seeing spider-man climbing through your bedroom window shutting the said noisy window as quietly as possible to not to disturb your dad, tony stark, who was home probably working on something important.

ethan toke off his spider-man mask threw it on your desk that was scattered with around ten pages worth of an essay, textbooks, and empty disposable coffee cups.

yours eyes scan over his spider-man suit and face to see if there’s any noticeable injuries. you didn’t see any major injuries just a few scratches here and there. which was unusual. normally he would stumble in looking half beaten to death, but now with his less injuries he seemed like he didn’t mind the few little nicks.

he leans down placing his hands on both side of you legs trapping you in. he leans down a little further to kiss you. "has anyone told you that your cute?" he asked, breaking the kiss. titling his head to the side a little with a boy-ish smile on his face.

you laughed. "maybe a time or two." you teased, throwing your notebook off your bed and it lands onto the wooden floors of your bedroom. your bed sinks in as he climbs on top of your bed.

you sink into your bed as his hand travel to rest on your waist. his other hand slides towards the back of your thigh. your hands slides up his chest to around his neck playing with his hair at his nape. he tilted his head to the side for better access and ran his tongue over your bottom lip. the kiss was deeper and messier, as if the spider boy couldn't get enough of you. breaking the messy kiss a string of saliva still connects them. both of your chest heavily rise and fall as your foreheads connect together staring intense into each others eyes.

"what the hell am i looking at?"

the boy accidentally rolled to far off the bed thumping onto the floor out of surprise. you jumped up from your bed now standing on the hard wood floor. "hi dad." you said, waving to your dad.

"landry, get up and go home." your dad spoke sighing.

"yes, sir."

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minty-mumbles · 8 months

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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tonberry-yoda · 8 months

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Who's That Guy? - Trafalgar D. Water Law

notes - HERE IT IS! The Law fic as promised from my poll! I have been WAITING to write for this man, as I am so so so so in love with him tbh. He is SO FINE! I'm actually thinking about making a part 2 to this when I watch Dressrosa because this would be hella cute. I hope you all enjoy and I hope you're all staying hydrated :) word count - 1,868 summary - you're lost and can't find your crew. but luckily, you make an unexpected friend who helps you find your way back WARNINGS - spoilers for Sabaody?, implied f!reader (one use of she pronouns)

You were lost. Would you admit this to anyone? No. HELL NO. Zoro was the one who always got lost and you were usually the one to help him out.

But this island was a total mess. The Sabaody Archipelago was straight up awful. The numbers were helpful, sure, but finding your way to the next number was pure horror. Not to mention that you had to avoid any and all celestial dragons if you didn't to, oh, I don't know, DIE.

How did you lose your crew that easily?

You sighed and scratched your head as you stared at the numbers above you.

"Do you need help?" someone asked you.

You turned to them with a smile. "That would be great."

That part earlier, about you not admitting that you were lost, you were talking about your crew. You really needed some help and anyone would do to be honest.

They helped point you in the right direction, but as you were walking through alleyways and streets, you just felt yourself getting more lost.

"Oh my god," you muttered under your breath, pulling out your map again.

Not looking where you were walking, you kept the map in front of you, praying that it would magically tell you where to go.

That's when you felt someone crash into you. And of course, they hit the floor.

God, you were an idiot.

You quickly pulled your map away from you and apologized profusely, not even getting a look at who you knocked to the ground.

When you went to go help whoever it was you knocked over, a group of people, including a giant white bear stood in front of you, protecting whoever was behind them, weapons in hand.

You stepped back with embarrassment painting your face. You looked at the group and bowed apologetically. "Sorry." you said quickly.

"Guys, guys," the bear started talking. "I don't think she wants to hurt our captain! Put the weapons down!"

The group took a step back, lowering their weapons.

You knocked down their captain?? Oh yeah, you were screwed.

"I'm fine, Bepo." You heard the voice of the man who you knocked the the ground, his hand appearing on the Bear's shoulder. You saw the word "DEATH" tattooed over his knuckles.

"Oh, thank goodness, boss!" The bear turned to his captain and pulled him into his giant arms. You couldn't help but smile.

"Bepo, seriously, let go." the captain said.

Bepo took a step back, saluting. You giggled.

And that's when you finally saw the man who ate shit because of you. He was tall. Really tall. Really skinny as well, with long and lanky features. He was wearing a big hat that looked like it had cow print almost. He had black hair that included a small goatee on his chin. He had dark eyes, clearly wearing eyeliner and dressed like a high school boy.

"I'm sorry for knocking you down," you stammered. "I'm lost and I wasn't paying attention and-"

He raised his hand to you. "It's fine."

His crew looked shocked. One of the men quickly spoke up to try to show you the severity of what you had done. "Do you even know who our captain is? This is Trafalgar D. Water Law! He's got a 200 million berry bounty on his head!"

You let out a long whistle. "Not bad!" you said, looking at the captain.

The crew looked at you in surprise.

You looked around at them and smiled. "My captain's bounty may not be that high yet, but I guarantee it's gonna get there sooner rather than later."

"You're a pirate?" the bear asked, tilting his head.

"Sure am!"

"Who's your captain?" the man, Law, asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Monkey D. Luffy." you bragged. Even if the whole ocean didn't know him yet, they would soon enough. You loved your captain and were proud to call him just that.

"Damn, really?" Law asked, a look of surprise on his face.

"Yup."

"So he's here then?"

Your face went pale. You were supposed to be on the down-low and now you just told some pirate with a higher bounty than Luffy's that Luffy was here. Good job, y/n.

"I-" There really was no saving yourself.

"You said you were lost." said Law. "Need help?"

"That would be nice." you said.

"Where do you need to go?" he walked next to you, peeking at the map you had over your shoulder. He was warm, even if he was inches away.

"See, that's the problem. I can't remember what number we parked the boat at."

"Oh, I see. I can help. There's a pirate docking station. That's probably where your boat is now." He turned to his crew. "You guys can go screw around at some bar or something. You can take a break. I'll be back."

They all saluted their captain and look off like children in a candy store.

You laughed. "Do you like your crew?" you asked.

"I would hope so." he laughed. "Do you like yours?"

"Is that even a question? I have probably the best crew in the world."

"What's it like to have Luffy as a captain? I heard he was some crazy kid."

"Oh, he is," you chuckled. "But that's what makes him great. He's willing to do some pretty stupid shit to get what he wants, so there's always adventure, even out in the middle of the ocean."

"Oh, I bet. I could never go to any extremes if it meant putting my crew on the line."

"Luffy knows we can take it." you said without thinking. "Oh, shit, uh... I'm not saying your method's wrong. That's actually very sweet, I-"

Law laughed, raising his hand. "It's fine. I understand."

The two of you walked in a little bit of silence for a while, just appreciating how pretty Sabaody actually was. Sure, it was an island that made you feel uncomfortable with the acts the celestial dragons were pulling, but it was also pretty and had a lot of very kind people.

"When do you need to be back at the boat?"

"I don't know." you admitted. "We just kinda ran off from each other, but I want to be back there just to be safe."

"Gotcha." Law stretched and you could totally see him eyeing a churro stand. You ran over there quickly and bought two, bringing one to Law.

"You didn't have to." he said.

"You're helping me. It's the least I could do."

The two of you sat down to eat your churros, taking a mini break from walking. This island sure was huge.

"What's with the bear?" you asked.

"Don't you have a talking raccoon dog?"

"Reindeer, but okay."

He laughed. You laughed.

The sun felt good and the reflection off of the bubbles made you smile.

"So, you got a girlfriend?" you teasingly asked. You were just doing it for some good play, but at the same time, you totally did find him hot.

"Do you usually flirt with guys trying to help you out?"

"Sometimes."

He chuckled, throwing away a napkin he had. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Do you usually flirt with people you help?"

His face went red. "I'm not flirting, I was just asking."

"I'm teasing." You stood up and threw away your trash. "Of course I don't have a boyfriend."

"What do you mean, 'of course?' " The two of you began walking again.

"I asked you if you had a girlfriend. Why would I ask that if I had a boyfriend?"

His face went red again. "I'm stupid." he chuckled.

"A little." you said playfully, bumping into his arm.

The rest of the walk went off with little jokes here and there, but mostly in silence. You would occasionally bump hands with him, feeling a little embarrassed, but even as you stepped away, it would still happen. You didn't mind it though. Something great about being a strawhat pirate was knowing that you could become friends with anybody, even in a short period of time.

When you two finally got to the area where all the boats were parked, you saw the Sunny, smiling straight at you.

"That's my boat." you said, pointing to the smiling Lion.

"Damn," Law said. "Big boat."

"Wait here, I wanna see if my crew's on board." You ran up to the Sunny and saw Law waiting patiently below.

As you ran around, you didn't see a single soul. You could've sworn at least somebody was protecting the boat, but you were wrong. No one was there. Odd.

You jumped off the boat with a look of confusion.

"Everything okay?" Law asked.

You turned to him. "No one's there."

"Knowing your captain, not like I do or anything, but there's an auction. There's bad people there. Putting that together, I think Luffy would want to take part in ass kicking there."

You sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like a Luffy thing."

"I can take you." he said. "I was heading there anyway."

"Thank you, Law. You've really been a lot of help today."

"Don't mention it."

"Handsome and sweet. How cute." you giggled.

He turned to you with not only shock, but a bright red face as well. "Shut up."

"It's true."

"No, it's not."

"Do you not think you're the hottest guy on the island right now?"

"Okay, now you're just being too much." he laughed and playfully pushed your shoulder.

You pushed him back and the rest of the walk was spent teasing him.

When you got to the auction house, it was relatively empty, you and Law being the only few people there first.

You could feel the bad energy just dripping off of the place.

"I hate this." you whispered, sitting next to Law.

"Tell me about it." he whispered back, putting his arm over your seat.

"So," you started in a joking tone. You could already see him smiling. "After this, how does a date sound?"

"Shut up."

"We could visit the celestial dragons and eat all their fine food." you said, still in a whisper, but in a joking refined tone.

"No way." he was holding back loud laughter.

"Not even a visit to the amusement park? You look like a guy who loves rollercoasters."

"Hate 'em."

"Really?" you asked seriously.

"Yeah. They make me uncomfortable. Same with any ride really."

You laughed and noticed something that brought a giant smile to your face. Your crew had walked through the front door.

"Law, thank you for everything." You grabbed both of his hands. "Today was super fun."

He looked behind him and saw your crew. "I had fun too."

"Seriously though, you're the best." You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before hopping up and running to your crew.

Law watched you with a bright red face and pulled his hat over his eyes.

"Hey guys!" you said to your crew.

Nami pulled you into her arms with a smile. "Hey, y/n!"

You waved at Law and turned back to Nami. "I've been looking for you guys all day." you sighed.

Nami smiled. "Who's that guy?"

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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OH MY GODS COVEY! 350 followers, I’m SO HAPPY 4 YOU BABE! 🧡 You’re a total queen, and deserve every single of them and even more, period. 😤🙌

Also, I’m so happy to be in the favs?? Like here giggling and throwing my feet 🤭

So here I am requesting for a love letter for a Leo Valdez x Athena!daughter!reader

Remember to stay hydrated and take regular breaks! Now I’ll go, love you! 🫶🏻

ALEX SWEETIE, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! SO SWEET, OF COURSE YOURE IN THE FAVS!! also, this reminded me to go drink water so thankssssssss love ya 😘😘😘

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ LOVE LETTER W/ LEO VALDEZ

"is this coffee mine or yours?" you asked, tilting your head as you inspected the liquid. leo leaned back in his seat, reaching over and picking up the cup and taking a sip. he made a face and a gargling noise, shoving the mug into your hands.

"yours! definitely yours!" came his muffled words as he spit up into a nearby trash can.

you were giggling in your head, head thrown back and coffee clutched to your chest. he threw a smile over his shoulder at you before rolling his chair over to your desk, peeking over at the homework that was on your table. everything had a place and was in it, straightened stacks of paper and pencils and pens in straight lines. leo's desk, on the other hand, was a splattering of pencils lost in papers that were lost in binders. you weren't sure how he knew where anything was, let along got work done.

"how's it goin' over here, smartie pants?" he asked, leaning into your space. you leaned your head onto his shoulder, taking a sip of your mug to stop a yawn.

"sleepy but trucking along. you?"

"i think i'm gonna stab myself in the eye if i have to analyze shakespeare anymore. boy knew how to yap about nothing," leo huffed but tried not to move too much as to not disturb your place on his shoulder.

"sounds like somebody i know," stated the girl, smiling into her mug.

"HEY!"

"I LOVE THAT YOU YAP! IT WAS A JOKE!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME! YOU JUST COMPARED ME TO WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE THE ANTICHRIST!"

"i love you?" you offered with a cheesy smile.

"ugh, i guess i love you too...brainiac," leo mused, laughing as you shoved him away, his rolling chair sending him across the room.

#covey’s 350 follower event 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹#all my love ౨ৎ #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader

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bellascool · 1 year

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Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it

Hii, thanks for requesting bae (and thanks for the love <33) 💕

INSECURE

masterlist

request on my profile

posted : 18/02/23 (European date)

Being compared and critics are killing you slowly

You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.

You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.

"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband

"You look gross without makeup."

"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."

You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.

"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face

"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."

"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"

"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"

You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.

"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer

"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend

"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"

"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"

Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.

It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.

You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.

Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now

"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone

"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."

"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."

That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.

"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body

You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.

It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.

You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.

Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.

Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.

You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.

"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused

You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.

Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.

"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body

"Wait a second"

He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.

He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.

He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.

"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop

Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.

You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.

He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.

"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie

"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you

mumbled against his chest

"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you

"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes

"What is it hermosa?"

"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused

"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious

"But my body-"

"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off

"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled

He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.

"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice

You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.

He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.

When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.

Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 8 months

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Bedridden.

Imagine: Dean won't let you take care of him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester × Black Reader

Dean's been lagging and coughing. You suspect he's sick, but he's so damn stubborn. "Let me take your temperature," you insist, thermometer in hand. His cheeks are stuffed with Monster Burger, extra sauce dripping down his chin. He looks you up and down like you've lost your mind.

"No thanks, House."

You're pretty sure he's feverish. You touch his forehead. "Dean, you're burning up!"

"I'm hot-blooded.. like Roxette."

He's been on your Spotify account. He must've accessed your phone. No wonder Pornhub had found its way into your history. 'Busty ebony babes.'

"Let me take your temperature," you insist, hanging over him. If he's stubborn, so are you.

"Piece of advice? NEVER come between a man and his Monster Burger." He cuts his eyes at you, taking another heaping bite. You snatch the burger from his hand and sit it down, squeezing his chipmunk cheeks to push out the chewed beef and bun.

"Thank you." You ignore his wide green eyes as you force the thermometer under his tongue. "Hold still." After the beep, you swipe the string of spit on his shirt. He stifles another cough.

"You know, where I'm from, I'd get a cigar after something like that."

"Hush. I swear you bring the black mama out of me, stressing me out and shit... Yep. It's just as I thought. You DO have a fever."

Dean looks shocked. "Let me see that." He grabs the thermometer from your hand, tossing it with a sarcastic smile. "Problem solved." He grabs for his burger, but you take it hostage.

"When's the last time you had something healthy?"

"Are you-" He coughs. "That's literally a salad with protein and croutons!"

"This is high blood pressure and cholesterol."

"I don't care about 20 years from now. I care about now and right now you need to get it together." You look him in the eye as you trash the remains.

"Isn't it wonderful," he giggles. You glare motherly. "Oh, COME ON! It's not like we hunters have long life spans. I could die this week. You think I care about something that'll end me in 20 years?"

"NO!!!"

"Yes, Dean. You're sick right now and that's not gonna help you get better. Your body needs fuel."

"Bacon is fuel..."

You sigh, refusing to get caught in those green puppy dog eyes. "I'm making you some vegetables. When's the last time you had some broccoli or greens."

His face scrunches in disgust. "You want me to eat leaves? What am I, Thumper? I can't eat grass and twigs. Are you kidding me? Look at this body. You think I got these monster gains by grazing hay? No way, sweet cakes."

"Are the muscles in the room with us?" Your head tilts.

"Ha-ha.. I'm not eating green shit unless it comes on a beef patty between two buns and that's final.

"Boy shut up... You haven't had greens the black way. Let me hook some up and pop that food cherry." You smirk when he blinks in surprise. You start rinsing putting the greens you bought for yourself on the stove, meanwhile Dean is still delusional about his health. "In the meantime, you need to be in bed."

"That's an idea I can get behind... Would you be coming with me?"

"Hell no. You need to rest your body, hydrate, and get that fever down. Now, do what I say before I get irritable. Go upstairs to your room, get in bed."

"And do what!?"

His eyes look tired.

"Watch TV! Sleep!"

"I don't wanna," he pouts. You nearly forgot he raised himself AND Sam growing up. No wonder he's so stubborn. You kindly escort him to his room and ignore his cheesing when you remove his pants. You turn on his TV and find something you know will keep him in place for a few hours. A marathon of Walker Texas Ranger. "Fuckin Chuck Norris."

"Yes. Watch TV and I'll be up to check on you." You touch his forehead, still hot. He's pretending to be strong and unaffected by exhaustion and illness, but the second you step out... you put your ear to the door and listen to the facade drop. He's sighing, coughing as quietly as he can, and going through it privately. He's so stubborn.

You bring him a bowl of your southern soul greens and grits suddenly, he looks bright-eyed as if you didn't hear him. "Great!.. You brought me grass..." He takes a sniff.

"Yeah, it smells good don't it. You gone learn to trust me when it comes to food. There's more to cuisine than TV dinners, fast food, and turducken."

His eyes roll the second he puts the greens in his mouth. The moment his taste buds get a hit, you can see his soul leave his body.

"Oh my GOD," he grunts, having had an orgasmic experience.

"Told you so."

He pats the bed. "This is the one where Trivette goes undercover in a jail to eliminate a drug ring."

"No thanks," you smile, "I wouldn't watch Walker Texas Ranger, MASH, Clint Eastwood, none of it. Not even if you paid me."

"Oh come on, everyone likes Chuck Norris. He's Chuck Norris!"

"Overrated," you shrug. His jaw drops.

"You take that back you sicko."

"He's totally mid. The only reason you don't agree is because you grew up with him 200 years ago in the 80s."

His eyes narrow at you as he takes another mouthful of greens. On that note, you slip out of the room, a smirk on your face. The truth is the truth. You give him water, tea, and tylenol. When come back again, he's fallen asleep. It gives you time to take a little nap. You feel like a babysitter. It's the sound of keys jingling that wakes you up on the couch.

"Hm?" You sit up quickly, seeing Dean fully dressed with his boots and jacket. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Beer run. I'll be brief."

"Dean, I swear. If I have to strap you down! Step out that door, I'll never sleep with you again," you rush. He closes the door quickly like you thought he might. "I don't know why you insist on torturing yourself. Sit your bowlegged ass down."

You sneeze.

"Aw shit," he sighs.

"Aw shit is right! You got me sick."

You can tell by his face he feels a tiny bit bad. He waddles over and eases down next to you, sitting a moment in silence. He's about to bring up Walker Texas Ranger again, you feel it. He turns to you and you hold up your hand.

"No.. Aht. No," you point.

"Fine..... But you're missing out on the baddest of rangers!"

"UGH!" He goes on and on and on and ON as you hold your head. "Do you want me to her into my Twilight discourse," you threaten. "Sounds like you want me to talk about Twilight." Instant retreat for him back up the stairs. You shake your head and sigh. "...Let me get me some of these damn greens."

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The master of the court

Vampire!Neuvillette x male!reader

AN: might be ooc since we don't know a lot about him yet

The master of the court had a dirty secret , so dirty that only the Hydro Archon knew about the vile , the disgusting , nature of the judge . He wasn't like any vampire , his eyes , would simply glow when the desire would become too intense , the lust for the blood of innocents .

Fortunately he never gave in his dirty needs letting the Hydro archon commission who knows who to do who knows what. It was very rare that he would feed himself leaving his body to its misery , losing hydration and looking as dry as raisin .

But how unfortunate to see his new assistant to fall on him feeding. Oh how terrible to see the judge his face full of the blood he was craving so much , the poor man started blushing then crying before falling to the ground on his knees begging you

Neuvillette: oh please don't tell anyone what you saw ! I know I'm a dirty judge , I know how sinful my acts but please I'm begging I would do anything for your silence !

Oh how messy his tears was making his face gradually red and wet , you went on your knees cleaning his face with your tissue with a soft smile

YN: I saw nothing , but oh how mister the judge is messy when drinking wine , you should be more careful

His let out a huge sighs of relief before falling onto your chest crying softly reassured you wouldn't tell a soul

Neuvillette: oh my Archon , thank you thank you for being such a good boy , oh I would be such a mess without you by my side

This sudden contact made your face turn to a bright red while you where strocking his hair , looking at his messy face made you grin , why not torture this poor man ?

You unbuttoned your shirt letting your neck , oh you're beautiful neck clean of any marks to his sight making him blush and hiccup due to the surprise

Neuvillette: w-what are you doing ?!

You pulled him onto your legs now him sitting on your thighs and facing you while blushing like crazy

YN: what a shame that the judge spilled his meal on the ground ..I wonder how is he gonna feed himself?

He went bright red shaking a bit between désire and reason , was he going crazy ?!?

Neuvillette: i-i can't..

YN: oh but how am I gonna serve my oh pretty boss ? I can't if he is unable to do work because he doesn't feed the properly

Having you praising him gave him the little push he needed serving himself onto your pretty neck , he looked like a thirsty kitten and despite the pain made you laugh a little

YN: as cute as a kitten ..

Even tho it wasn't said so thr vampire would hear , he still heard very clearly that compliment . And after drinking that sweet blood of yours he went on a rant of apologies

YN: how about you Apologize with a rendez vous ?

If he wasn't enough red now he was stuttering not even knowing what so say

YN: should I expect you tonight ?

And he looked at you completely red but nodding accepting very willingly this date

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Like Real People Do, Part 6! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper prepares for the second part of Avery's tickle session, but Avery has other plans!

☁️ Warnings: Lee!Casper, Ler!Avery. Pretty foot-focused (full disclosure, I'm not really a feet person, but I can get into it as a tickle spot sometimes!). Lots of teasing as usual, plus clinical teasing. Very fluffy and emotionally intimate. A bit emotional at the end.

☁️ Author's Note: I wrote this in an unexpected fit of passion, and I'm feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry if the tone is unpredictable, and sorry if it isn't enjoyable to read. I wasn't expecting to write one of these today.

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 *you are here

Part 7

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

“Here. Don't wear your voice out, okay? Gotta stay hydrated if we're gonna keep going.” I handed Avery a strawberry La Croix.

“Thanks. I never knew laughing could be so tiring! Then again, I don't think I've ever laughed so much at once,” he mused, taking a small sip of his drink.

“It can be a workout, for sure. Especially if you're super ticklish in a lot of different places. Sometimes I don't realize how thirsty I am until I get a break.”

“Where are your tickle spots, Casper?”

I froze as Avery leveled that same intense, innocent gaze at me that he did at the top of the Ferris wheel, when he asked me if we were on a date. This time, though, there was something challenging about him – something impish and expectant.

I cleared my throat. “Ahh- well, um… you've already found a few of them,” I offered, not meeting Avery's eyes. It was through no small effort that I sometimes managed to say the word out loud, but I was NOT discussing spots. No way, no how.

“Hmm… I did get quite a nice reaction from your ribs and neck, it's true… but I get the feeling those aren't your favorite spots. I want to know the spots you really like.”

I was starting to turn red again.

“Even if I could tell you, I wouldn't!”

“Hehe… are you suggesting that I should find out for myself?” He lilted, grinning deviously now.

“N-no! Look, this is your session, not mine. You're the lee, I'm the ler, you can't just-”

“Ah ah ah… but I thought you said you were a switch? And, what is power if it's never challenged~?” He set his soda can on the nightstand.

“WAIT! Avery dohohon’t- ahhhh!” I tried to back away from him, just for him to grab my ankle and drag me back to the top of the bed. In one swift motion, he turned and trapped my leg under his arm, one hand gripping my ankle. I couldn't see what his other hand was doing, but I had a few guesses.

“WAHAHAIT!” I squealed, squirming uselessly. He was so strong, I might as well have been strapped down. My fingers dug into the bed. No amount of struggling was going to save me, now.

“Why are you laughing, Casper? Is something funny? I haven't even touched you, yet. Surely you're not laughing at me… because that would end very badly for you.”

“No, I wahahasn’t!”

“Hmm… human feet have more nerve endings than most other places on the body, did you know that? Your soles are so rarely touched with any kind of precision – I wonder what would happen if I just…” He stroked one of his ultra-plush fingertips down the length of my socked sole.

“Pffffhehehehe!” I covered my face as I laughed up at the ceiling.

“Oh, I see… very sensitive. Ticklish, even.” Avery giggled, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smirking. My ears burned, but the urge to fight back surged forward.

“Oooh, when I get out of this, you are so fucked, cloud boy.” I regretted it before the words had even left my mouth.

“Tsk, such language!” He admonished, and without warning, scribbled all five fingertips up and down my trapped sole.

“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAP!” I cried, trying to brace my other foot against the bed and push myself free. It was no use.

“I don't hear any tapping, sunshine. You know what to do if you want it to stop,” he taunted. “I've never seen human feet up close. Let's take this sock off, shall we?” Avery grabbed the toe of my sock, slowly pulling it off my foot.

“No no no NO AVERYYY don't take my sock off pleheheheaase!”

“Why not? Is your little human foot too ticklish without– Oooh–! Your toes are so cute…” He trailed off, genuine fascination in his voice. He began to pinch, pull, and gently wiggle my toes, examining them with his damnably soft fingers. I squeaked through my laughter; my feet had never been a particularly bad spot for me, or so I thought, until that moment.

“DOHOHON'T- AHAHAhahaha!” I squealed, curling my toes as tightly as I could. I kicked my free foot against the bed, channeling my ticklish energy.

“Oh, don't curl them up, I barely got to look at them! Your nails are blue as the sky, they're so pretty… is it paint? Do you paint them yourself?” He'd stopped tickling, and his curiosity was so sweet, I couldn't help but indulge him.

“Aheh… yes… I paint them myself.” I doubted Avery had ever seen himself blush, otherwise he might have known that I painted my toenails the same color as his flushed face.

“I’d like to look a bit longer… will you uncurl your toes for me, please?”

“Oh, god, stop being so sincere… you're killing me,” I groaned, reluctantly relaxing my foot.

I felt Avery inspecting my toes again, moving them back and forth, then side to side as I endured the uncontrollable giggles. When I focused, I was pretty good at staying still while being tickled, even while laughing. Unexpectedly, though, he wiggled his fingertips under my toes, scritching in the delicate valleys beneath and between them. I curled again; I couldn't help it.

“PFFF hahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!” I laughed, instinctively trying to pull my foot back.

“Hehe, sorry… they looked so soft there, I just couldn't resist.” He finally let me go. I immediately pounced on him, wrapping my arms around his body.

“Hehehey!” He laughed as I squeezed him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Aww! What happened to all that fire from earlier, dewdrop? I thought I was in sooooo much trouble?” He chuckled, stroking my short hair.

Perhaps it was overstimulation, or simply the basic need for a quiet moment, but I didn't respond – and I could tell Avery understood. A comfortable silence fell between us as I laid against him, listening to the rush of wind and gentle rainfall beneath his chest.

Avery's fingers gently twirled locks of my hair.

The AC unit hummed, the humidifier whispered.

Far-off crickets chirped in the night, and a bit farther, the sound of waves breaking on the shore.

I closed my eyes.

Sea glass glittering, reflecting the moon beneath the waves.

Immobile, silent fish sleeping in their schools beneath the harbor.

Palm leaves waving their long fingers in the gentle night breeze.

I inhaled.

Lavender, books, rain, stone.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

“Casper?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you falling asleep?”

“I don't know. Maybe.”

Avery pulled the blanket over us, sinking down to lay his head on my pillow.

“You can sleep right here if you want, sunshine. I don't mind.”

There was a faint electrical buzz, and the light in the room went out.

“Heh… neat trick.”

“Being a cloud comes in handy, sometimes.”

“I love you, Avery.” My voice cracked.

“Oh, dewdrop.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, too.”

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in When Things Get Argumentative ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Suggestive themes and Foul language

Trigger warning ⚠️ Mentions of Violence in Sukunas

Dictionary✨ Y/N Is for Your Name

No Pronouns in this Bih

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Masterlist

Gojo Satoru

✰ Most of us would think arguments with this man would end with y’all naked and rolling in the sheets

✰ Y’all would be right if the argument was small and his ass doesn’t go ballistic ignorant

✰ See when the argument gets serious Gojo gets childish

✰ I’m talking plugging his ears and saying he’s not listening when he knows Damn well that what you’re saying is right

✰ Like tonight’s argument about one of his pranks going horribly wrong

✰ He tried to manufacture his own surprises glitter and fart spray box for the neighbor who likes to swipe packages but he some how fucked it up, now your living room is covered in glitter and smells like a Walmart restroom

✰ You were definitely on his ass, you told him about preparing his pranks somewhere else and he still decided to ignore you and ruin y’all living room in the process??? Oh hell yes it’s ON

✰ Gojo: Babe accidents happen, you can’t be this mad about an accident can you??

✰ Y/N: I’m mad because I told you several times to not do this shit in our living space to prevent these kinds of accidents from happening but you didn’t listen.

✰ So once he realised he’s not going to win this one it goes sideways

✰ Finger in ears talking about I’m not listening, Gojo looks like a tool.

✰ Your face drops from to anger to unamused rage, you don’t have time for this ignorant garbage so you walk into the bedroom

✰ Gojo knows he fucked up as he lay in on the couch that covered in glitter and reeks of yesteryear funk; he regrets everything

✰ In the morning you’re awaken to breakfast in bed and Gojo gently saying a heartfelt apology

✰ He’s offering to buy a brand new living room set and willing to do much more just to get you to forgive him and possibly let him play in the sheets with you

Nanami Kento

✰ Arguments are a rare thing between Nanami and you

✰ He’s always so soft and sweet with you that arguments hardly ever have any holding

✰ His favorite method of keep peace is de escalation because he hardly have free time and he rather spend his rare free time not being angry with you

✰ You’re both grown and can talk things out like adults without the name calling and yelling

✰ As much as he hates and avoid arguments tonight’s argument couldn’t be avoided

✰ He missed your date night again after promising his work wouldn’t interfere and boy is you upset

✰ He understands your anger, he did promise you that tonight would be yours but he let work steal himself from work

✰ As you vent out your frustrations Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, upset with himself that he disappointed you

✰ He didn’t say anything as you went off on him, he deserves this he thought

✰ Y/N: I really didn’t think you would miss our date night let alone not call, I know it’s unfair to say you’re not giving an effort into this when I know you’re working towards the greater good but sometimes I feel so alone.

✰ As your anger transformed into tears Nanami held you closed to him tenderly

✰ He rubbed circles in your back as your tears stained through his shirt

✰ Nanami: I’m so sorry Y/N, you’re are right it wasn’t very fair of me to not call or show. I’ve been neglecting you and you don’t deserve it, I swear on all that I am I would be a better man for you

✰ Nanami lived up to this promise to you, He’s started taking off twice a month just for nights dedicated to you

Suguru Geto

✰ Adapt and Overcome that’s the name of the game whenever Geto feels a argument brewing

✰ He knows how nasty he can be to a non sorcerer so he NEVER argues back with his one and only favourite non sorcerer… you

✰ You’re arguing with yourself at this point love

✰ This man Literally knows when a argument brewing and he knows how to deflect them

✰ Geto do sweet things for you when you’re mad at him

✰ He automatically corrects himself when he’s fucking up with you

✰ When he pissed at you?? He hides it with a smile and tender touch (This man a fucking monster but there is no way in fuck he’s being a monster to you)

✰ So you’re eating your favourite ice cream while Geto cooks your favourite food

✰ Y/N: I don’t remember why I was mad at you. Is it one of your powers to know when I’m upset with you???

✰ Geto sitting across from you: No, it’s because I know you inside and out

✰ He’s oddly perfect and you will never know the wiser

✰ There is moments where his perfect act cracks especially when arguments are about his

Horrid treatment of non sorcerers

✰ He doesn’t snap at you but his facial expression tells it all for a complete second

He’s blind sided but there is no way in hell filthy non sorcerers going to cost him his relationship with you

✰ Geto puts back on the doting boyfriend act again, After all he loves you and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he makes you cry with sharp words ??

Fushiguro Toji

✰ Toji don’t have time to argue and he doesn’t give any effort in arguing, Low-key agitating

✰ He knows he can easily accidentally intimidate you and he’s not about all that

✰ Toji rather you vent out all your anger than he participate in riling you up

✰ He knows you and he knows you’re pissed at him, he feels there is no need to add to hostile environment after all he knows how this will end

✰ Literally if you’re the kind to get more heated at the silence from the other party then you’re in for a rage treat

✰ Toji is sitting on the couch with a bag of potato chips in between his thighs munching away as you rant away about what??? he doesn’t remember

✰ Hell this is so drawn out that you don’t even remember what started it your damned self but the fuel to the fire is Toji silent disinterest facial expression

✰ Y/N: So you’re going to sit your ass there and eat lays chips while I’m trying to tell you something??? You got me fuc-

✰ Just like that he hit you with those Zenin bedroom eyes

✰ As he move the chips and open his legs so you sit in between them he say the most tempting words

✰ Toji: I know you’re frustrated with me but there's better ways to get your anger out

✰ Your anger towards him is slowly fading away and is replaced by lust

✰ The night is filled with you taking your frustrations out on Toji in a intimate way

✰ Everything ending the way he knew it would

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ Sukuna loves when you’re mad at him, he lives for it

✰ He Never takes argument so serious after all He’s a king and that means you’re his consort and a true king never overpower his consort over a trivial human emotion like Anger

✰ Sukuna riles you up on purpose; you’re just more delicious when your anger burns against him and he can do is grin at ya when you’re pissed at him

✰ He knows you’ll claw his back up later in the most pleasant of ways, your anger excites him

✰ Now he doesn’t abuse this power over you even tho It’s so easy for the King of curses to get carried away

✰ You’re steaming and not talking to his ass while he’s silently amused

✰ Sukuna as he caresses your skin: Dove, are you still angry with me? I know I’ve angered you but it was all in lust for you and the way you react when rage overtakes you

✰ His touch always calms you back down as his aura envelopes you

✰ But when he’s upset with you?? Lesser curses heads getting ripped off like box tops

✰ Sukuna NEVER takes his anger out on you

He never argues back when he’s agitated with you, he walks away and just take his anger out on lesser curses (Mahito you better run)

✰ He knows you��re a human and he would sooner commit a mass extinction than hurt you

✰ When he’s better and calmed down he’s going to have you in his arms or railing you silly

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incorrecter-quotes · 3 months

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Demon Slayer incorrect quotes pt. 5

Inosuke: Hey there demons, it's me, ya boi.

Zenitsu and Tanjiro: INOSUKE, NO!

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Giyuu: Hey, what's your Netflix password?

Shinobu: ihopeyoudie

Giyuu: Thank you.

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Inosuke: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly?

Y/N: It's 3 am, go back to sleep.

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Tanjiro: What are you eating?

Giyuu: You wouldn't like it, it's salty.

Tanjiro:

Tanjiro: I like you, don't I? We're friends

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Inosuke: Change is inedible.

Kanao: Don't you mean inevitable?

Inosuke, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn't.

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Mitsuri: Oh, fiddlesticks!

Obanai: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Obanai: If you put 'violently' I front of anything to describe your actions, it becomes funnier.

Obanai: Violently practices.

Sanemi: Violently studies.

Mitsuri: Violently sleeps.

Muichiro: Violently boxes.

Y/N: Violently murders people.

Mitsuri: Violently worries about the previous statement.

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dr3amscap3 · 2 years

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Hello! if you're accepting requests can you do one where we die in their arms 😗🥲 (you can choose which characters cuz I'm indecisive af-)

before I go- Thank you for taking time out of your day to make these awesome fics for us 😊❤️ stay hydrated, eat properly and stay safe ❤️✨

My requests were actually closed but I wanted to make this so here ya go Anon! Thank you for the lovely message by the way! You’re so sweet! Also there will be a tad bit of book 6 and book 5 spoilers on both Vil and Rook’s part but other than that I believe the rest is spoiler free!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

-Drabbles

-Riddle, Cater, Jade, Floyd, Vil, Rook & Sebek

-Summary: He always expected to live without you at some point, he just never expected it to be so soon.

-Warning: Angst, Mentions of death, Blood, [Gunshots, Guns, & Suicide](Mainly on Sebek's part)

-Word Count: 2.2k

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

"Hey... stay with me now..." Riddle whispered as he held you in his arms. "My sweet Rose please stay with me now..." Riddle begged as he held your body closer to him. "Please... I can't lose you, please..." If he had protected you as he promised, if he had gotten there just in time, if he had just been here with you, this wouldn't have happened! "Please I can't do this without you... I need you (Name)... I need you, so please... don't go..." His pleas for you to stay alive broke your heart. "Oh, my sweet Riddle... you can do it... I know you can... graduate for me alright? You've got it from here..." Such a sorrowful end to this love story. Yet the two were never meant to be, for the one he loved didn't belong in this world. They never did and never will belong in the world that is Twisted Wonderland. Yet... maybe the sevens were too cruel to the Rosehearts boy. Hearing the sobs of the Heartslabyul Housewarden broke the hearts of many, and his cries will continue to shatter those whom he calls his friends.

"You said I've got it from here but I don't! I can't do this without you... please... come back! I followed the rules, didn't I? So why am I the only one who doesn't get a happy ending?"

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

"Hey...(Name)... you promised we would do this together... us against the world right?" "So please... don't leave me (Name)." Cater pleaded as he sobbed in the crook of your neck. "You said you wouldn't leave me like the rest!" Cater's salty tears dripped onto your face, mixing with your tears. "I'm scared Cater... I don't want to die..." You admitted, gripping his uniform weakly. "I know... I know... I'm here... It's okay... just focus on me... you aren't going to die I promise..." Cater reassured, more to reassure himself than you. "Hey... Cater..." You whispered grabbing his attention quickly. He nodded, alerting you that you have his attention. "Live for me... please..." "Heh... such a beautiful place it is, to be with friends. I'm happy to be with my greatest love... Cater Diamond..." You gazed into his eyes one last time before you breathed your last. "(Name)...(NAME)! Wake up! No! No! NO!" Cater screamed, trying to shake your body awake. "Don't go... please... don't go..." Cater pleaded, rocking your body back and forth. "I'm sorry Cater... I never meant for this to happen." Riddle apologized, walking towards Cater cautiously. "You liar! Look at what you've done!" Cater shouted, holding you protectively in his arms. As a card soldier he should not be one to defy the queen, yet he never truly saw Riddle as the ruler of Heartslabyul. He wanted to hate the red-haired tyrant but he couldn't... perhaps it was because you wouldn't have wanted him to. Yet he still cries for you, but he learns to live for you... it's all for you.

"Tell me (Name)... did my love reach you?"

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

"You weren't supposed to be here, you were supposed to run away and get help from the stupid headmaster!" Jade scolded, yet tears streamed down his face as he hugged you oh so tightly. "I'm not going to lose you too, so stay with me, just until the nurses come, please..." Jade's voice cracked, his voice held so much pain and sorrow, as if he went through this before. "Hey... Jade... smile for me please... I don't want the last image of you I see is of you crying your eyes out... so smile for me. Please...?" You asked, tears in your own eyes as well. He gave you a strained smile yet his face was still painted in tears. "I don't want you to remember me like this. When I die, all I want is for you to remember me with a smile..." You continued you on, lifting up a shaky hand and wiped away his stray tears. "Go easy on Azul... okay Jade? I don't want you to blame him for something that he cannot control." You whispered. "And before I go... I love you Jade..." Your eyes that Jade once loved oh so much dulled. "No... please... I already lost my brother to Azul I can't lose you too... please..." Jade cried in the crook of your neck. Yet in some twisted way he will remember you with a smile on your face, for you died smiling.

"If I could tell you, tell you everything I see. If I could tell you how you were everything to me, but we’re a million worlds apart, and you were so cruel that you didn't get me a chance to say 'I love you'..."

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

What's happening...? You both were just laughing a while ago. So what... happened? Why are you bleeding out in his arms? Why does his face feel wet? He shouldn't cry, for he has no right to cry. "(Name)... you'll be alright, right?" Hearing him speak your actual name felt foreign yet so familiar to your heart that he hurt so much. Your relationship with him was most definitely not a happy one, yet somehow it still hurt your heart as you saw his tears fall. Perhaps all you could do is lie, lie until his brother comes to pull him away from your corpse. "I'll be fine Floyd... I promise that I'll be fine..." You whispered, cupping his face in your hands. Perhaps you could pretend that your relationship with the moray was indeed a happy one. Perhaps for a little longer you could pretend that you would be alright. As your hands fell limp from his face he remembers... he remembers your tears, your daily arguments with him, the fear in your eyes... he remembers it all. "I'm sorry... I'll be better... (Name) please... I'm sorry..." They say one never truly appreciates something until it's gone... he just never expected to lose you so soon... "I treated you so badly... I don't deserve to sing this requiem... so I will sing no requiem tonight..."

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

"Why... didn't you run away (Name)?" Vil asked, gently rocking your body back and forth as you continued to bleed out in his arms. "You were supposed to leave it to them (Name)... It wasn't supposed to-- it wasn't supposed to be like this." Perhaps for a spilt second, the beautiful tyrant broke composure. "I didn't mean for it to be like this, I didn't mean to hurt you (Name)..." Vil continued, running his fingers through your hair repeatedly. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." His shoulders shook hard, perhaps he wasn't trying to seem strong in front of you anymore, perhaps he'll finally fall and break into shambles. No matter how many roles he played this role was one he hated the most, for he played a role in your upcoming death. He had blood on his hands. He always wanted to play the hero of the story, yet he ended up being the villain through and through. Even those he loved shall see him as the villain he truly is. Ugly, he felt so ugly. How dare he show his darling such an ugly side of him, how dare he be the one to hurt them. "I'm sorry (Name) I'm so sorry..." Vil finally let out a painful sob as he held you closer to him. "Don't go, please don't go..." Vil begged, his tears falling onto your face. "My sweet queen, don't apologize." You whispered as his hold on you tightened. "It's ok... It's not your fault Vil... you couldn't control it..." You spoke as your vision started to darken. "Hey, Vil... it's getting so dark... I can't see you anymore..." You whispered as Vil let out a choked sob. "I'm here my love, I'm here... .you're okay, you'll be okay," Vil whispered, his lips trembling with each word he stuttered out. "I wanna rest Vil... but I'm scared... will you be here when I wake up...?" You asked weakly as you heard ringing in your ears and the world became darker than it already was. "Yes... of course I will... I'll always be here when you wake up..." Vil's tears fell on your face as you said your last words-- "I'm glad... I love you... Vil..." What a sweet yet sorrowful to die, your lover's arms being your final resting place. He blamed himself, for he, as a villain was the reason for your death. He wished you didn't have to see him cry in your final moments, but even villains break and shatter. "I'm sorry (Name)... please... wake up... I don't want to live without you..."

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

He was used to the topic of death, but why was he crying as he held your body in his arms? He always thought death was such a beautiful thing, yet why... why did this hurt so much? Why did your death feel like such an ugly thing to witness. He always thought he'd get to spend more time with you, he never expected time to be so cruel. "My sweet, sweet, trickster... hang on now... I'll go get some help okay?" Rook spoke in a shaky tone, his eyes holding fear and sorrow. "You don't need to get help... Rook you and I both know that there isn't saving me..." You whispered out, coughing up blood. "Don't say that!" Rook protested, tears pricking from his eyes. "Just please... stay alive a little longer... please..." He finally let the tears fall, he's done being strong, for what's the use of being strong when there is no one to be strong for? "I thought you stopped crying so much after you moved to Pomefiore? But... you've come of age with our young nation and I am so proud of you my love..." You whispered, wiping away his tears, causing him to stifle a sob. "You've grown so much since you left Savanaclaw and I am so proud of how far you've come since then... keep growing okay...? I love you so much..." The hand you used to wipe his tears fell limp. He looked up to the sky, lip trembling in sorrow, he cried, perhaps if you were still alive you would be disappointed at how hard he was crying. But he'll cry until he can cry no more. When one sees him at the funeral they won't see him cry, for he's done crying, he's cried all he could.

"Je t'aime, mon amour... au revoir..."

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓

He should've been concerned with how curious you were with death, he should've been concerned whenever you had your episodes, he should've been concerned when your happiness seemed to wither as the days went by, he should've been concerned when you seemed happy the days leading up to today. He should've been concerned, yet he brushed it off, saying how it was normal for humans to act like this. Perhaps he regrets it now, as you lay in his arms bleeding out from a gunshot wound you inflicted on yourself. He should've held you closer to him, he shouldn't have let you slip away. He should've loved you more, he should've asked what was wrong. He can't say a word, he's in shock, he can't believe it, he won't believe it. "You're going to be fine! Okay?!" Sebek finally blurts out as he tries putting pressure on the wound. He lies to himself that you'll be fine, but the amount of blood pooling under you says otherwise. "I'm sorry..." You whispered, you then closed your eyes. Perhaps all you wanted was to leave him with a single apology, an apology for everything. "No, no, no, no! Wake up! Wake up!" Sebek begs, gently shaking your body. He lets out painful scream as he holds you to his chest, his tears freely cascading down his face. It was his fault, and he had to pay the price by losing his you, his precious darling.

"It's all my fault... I'm sorry... please... come back..."

WOOOOOO DONE!

AHAHAHAHA I CAN SLEEP PEACEFULLY NOW!

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thecinematicwriter · 1 year

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High School Pricks

Jack Hughes x Plus size,chubby!reader

Summary: You were at the restaurant with your fiancé, Jack, when some dumb boys from your high school decided to make you feel bad. Jack wouldn't let it pass though.

Sneek peak: "Yes. If you got a problem with that, leave and let me enjoy my food. And If you don't have a problem with that, do the same thing because I am on a date, like I said before, and we are trying to enjoy a peaceful dining. Thank you."

A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you guys are staying hydrated! I will write on a lot of people, but "sports dudes" are my soft spot so I hope you guys are ready! Also I will write for plus size and chubby readers from time to time (like right now). If you do not fall into this category: I'll post more soon don't worry!

⚠️This might be triggering for you if you have been bullied for your weight before.( I am truly sorry if you were, there are no reason nor excuses for this behavior from other useless people who bully for stupid reasons.)

The dress you were wearing was one of the cutest Jack had ever seen. And, at the same time the sexiest one too. He couldn't describe how he was feeling about it, but he knew that he was the luckiest man alive in his books. "Wow, baby! You look so good. Hell... I might explode right here. How do you think I will look next to you... For real?! I am a Rat next to you tonight."

The thing that made you smile was how genuine you knew every word coming out of his mouth were. He always said he was the luckiest to have found you, but he didn't know how you felt. Only you could know, because it was undescribable. "None sense. You look so handsome in that outfit. I didn't know you had an eye for fashion, babe. Where was it all this time?" You said mockingly. "It's barely fashion. I just put on a black suit." He came closer to you and took your jaw in his palm after chuckling at your statement. "Shall we go my Lady?" He asked you while looking directly in your eyes. "I guess we should. Or we'll be late..." You answered him, hypnotized by his beautiful eyes. "We can't have that, now can we?" He said with a smile. You simply hummed no and he kissed you deeply.

After some loving affection, you both were on you're way to your date night location. When you entered the restaurant, you were mesmerized by the big statement art hanging all around. Jack knew you loved admiring art and he smiled at your lovestruck face, feeling acomplished by this restaurant choice. When you two went to the host desk, it only took one minute to be seated and the ambiance was perfect. "Oh my god, Jack! This restaurant, it's..." You looked around with a huge smile. "Amazing, perfect... wow." You looked at him and showed him your satisfaction. "I knew you would love it here, baby. I found this place because Quinn visited it earlier in the month and thought of you so he gave me the info." He took your hand on the table and rubbed your thumb with his. "Then, I'll make sure to thank him for it-"

Before you could continue your usual date ramble, a group of men about your age came forward. "Yo! Jack!" Jack turned around to see who was interupting you and when he saw the three men walking towards you two, he figured there were fans. "Hey... How can I be of help?" He asked politely while making a sorry face to you. It happened quite a lot when you were on date nights. You didn't mind though, you loved seeing Jack so pationate about his job. "We just wanted to tell you how good your last game was. Honestly, we've been fans for a while now and you keep getting better and better." They cheered your fiancé on. "That means so much, man. Thank you!-" Before Jack could continue interacting with them, one of the boys looked at you and you smiled at him. "Oh. My. God. Boys... it's Y/N Y/L/N. Damn!" The three of them looked at you and you didn't know why they knew you. Yes, I mean, you were public with Jack, but they seemed to know you from somewhere else. "Jack, are you on a date with her?" The middle blond guy asked him. "Well, of course. She's my fiancé." Jack smiled at you lovingly while saying the last part. The boys started laughing. These laughs...

Now, you remembered. They were from your high school days. The ones who were always making fun of you for your weight. They never stopped. Even if you were reading in class peacefully, they would always taunt you for the way you looked.

"What's wrong? The idea of me having a fiancé is making you laugh?" Jack didn't like their laughs. They sounded mean and unnecessary. "Nah, man. Just... her? Of all the girls you could have?!" They looked at him like he had lost his mind and you reclined in your seat which didn't go unoticed by Jack. "Yes. If you got a problem with that, leave and let me enjoy my food. And If you don't have a problem with that, do the same thing because I am on a date, like I said before, and we are trying to enjoy a peaceful dining. Thank you." You were shocked at how rude Jack was being. You had never seen him like this with any fan. He looked at you and gave you a smile to reassure you. "Chill... all this for a fat girl." That was the last straw for your soon to be husband. He stood up from his chair and looked at them dead in the eyes. "You better leave right now. I am not listening to any other stupid comment leaving your mouth. What if she's bigger than others? She still won my heart because she is amazingly pretty and so is her body. You're a pathetic excuse of a man." Jack spat right into their faces while you wiped your small tears away. "We're just saying... you could probably score a perfect thin girl who is head over heels for you. Instead, you chose... this." While saying the last word, he looked at you in disgust. "Just shut up! I am happy! More than you, I might bet. So please... leave us alone and bring your nagativity with you. These comments don't affect me anymore." You lashed out. Jack was prouder than ever. You wouldn't let some stupid highschool A athlete wanna be ruin your perfect restaurant get out with your fiancé. "We're sorry I guess. We'll leave." All the men looked at you shocked and left you two alone.

You sat down and looked in space still in shock. "You did good baby. I love you." Jack tried to get you back on earth while placing his hands on yours. "I love you too. I am just tired of pathetic men thinking they are better than everyone." You said looking at Jack, still frustrated by this encounter. "So these pricks were at your highschool?" You nodded with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry, baby." "It's okay, babe. I just want to eat at this amazing restaurant with the most handsome man and the best hockey player in my heart." You exclaimed, gaining your cheeriness back. "Atta girl." He clasped his hands together and opened his menu.

The rest of the night was perfect. The food had one of the best presentation ever (following the decorations' path). It helped that the taste was also to die for. You paid and then Jack brought you to a park late at night and surprised you with a sweet bottle of bubbles. You kissed under the stars and all of the bad parts of the night faded away. Even most of the bad memories from your high scool faded with them. Because that's what Jack did; He kept you safe and protected.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #nhl x reader #nhl #jack hughes x plus size!reader #jack hughes x chubby!reader #nhl x y/n #nhl x plus size!reader #nhl x chubby!reader

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Bestieeee, writer's block sucks so bad 😭

Soo to help you with it, i might spam you.

Can I request, "yelling 'because I love you' in the middle of an argument with my dearest Megumi???

(also tell me if I can spam or not, i don't want to trouble you.) Oh and if you want, you can make it short as well, whatever you are comfortable with.

Love yaaaaaaaa

Xoxo

-L

Stay hydrated btw <3333

❥ yelling “because I love you!” with megumi

ᴀ/ɴ: WIFE WIFE I MISSED YOU MWUAH and you are not troubling me, actually PLEASE SPAM ME WITH JJK REQUESTS GORGEOUS THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME; take care of yourself baby <3💕💕 i am back biches

“you should stop taking missions that are too much for you.”

you direct your gaze to your friend who has been sitting in silence for a while. what does he mean “too much”? did he think that you couldn’t handle yourself? you huff out in annoyance and look away “it wasn’t that bad; i just let down my guard for a second.”

“and that second could’ve gotten you killed.”

“but it didn’t.”

“but it could’ve.”

“why does it matter so much to you anyways” you snap while he just stares at you in silence. you’ve known megumi for years now and it’s always like this. “,i get it that we are friends, but can you stop doing that?”

you are met with no reply and it only fuels you to say more “it’s not the first time i got hurt and won’t be the last,” he sighs “i am aware—“ “no, you are not,” you and him lock eyes, the only thing happening is your tears of frustration threatening to slip out. megumi hesitantly reaches out to wipe them for you only to get his hand held by you and moved away.

“megumi, you can’t keep doing this,” you shakily say, “i am not as weak as you think, stop stressing over it and stop treating me like i am fragile piece of glass.” you continue trying to breathe through your now suffocating shirt and lump in your throat.

“you think i do it because you are weak?” he stands up, “you think I don’t have the right to worry?” and with every step “is the only reason I can do it is because you are weak?” his voice gets louder “y/n are you hearing yourself?! i worry, tend to you and stay by your side at all times because I love you!”

“do you expect me to just watch from the sidelines and see you die in front of my eyes?!” he calms down a little before running a hand through his messy hair “dying can be done slowly, you know…inside or outside,” you nod your head slowly, calming down a bit before gathering the power to speak again “what did you say?”

he looks at you in shock and clearly offended “did you seriously not hear what i said?” you start to let a smile slowly creep up your face as you remember “no, I did, but there was something that caught my attention.” megumi can’t help but stare at you like you’re insane, he was just screaming his heart out and you are just smiling here? you were also crying just a moment ago.

“i worry, tend to you and stay by your side at all times because I love you!”

as he slowly realizes what he says, a red hue paints his cheeks. “megumi, did you mean it?” you inquire only pressuring the boy who’s on the verge of dying from embarrassment. “megumi—“ he turns, giving you his back, and quickly walks away, but to no avail as you run after him, “tell me you meant it, you blue pineapple!”

he steps come to a halt, and he looks at you and nods “yeah, i did, but can you try to look at things from my perspective?” you catch up to him , hand slowly inching towards his “i am trying, but you need to also look at mine.” “how would you feel i always made you feel like you are weak?—“ his eyes lashes flutter gently, but not his heart “how would you feel if someone told you i was on death’s door?”

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