#yes it took me a million years to finish this game | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

areislol · 7 months

Text

“You really took care of us huh?”

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing that i know of?

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. OMG IM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT LATER THAN EXPECTED 😭 instead of writing i was playing a game so that’s on me, i was also unbelievably tired this week, my fault! but it’s out now 🫶🏻

►— wordcount. 4.1k

recommended to listen to: wave to earth - seasons or only - leehi

You never expected, not even in a million years or like.. in a lifetime for the video game characters coming alive and appearing in your room.

And they were handsome too, like, drop-dead gorgeous and the fact that they all respect and love you… You were surely the luckiest person alive right now.

These men also made your bank account cry, the amount of money you had spent on them—pulling for them (and losing many 50/50’s) and their weapon, grinding for hours trying to get their materials to ascend them and for their weapons, artifacts (you’d rather not talk about it) skills and EVERYTHING.

You put more work into making sure they’re all fully taken care of and put to the best of their ability than compared to your work. It was a bit concerning yes but, this game—the characters, we’re so comforting to you than anything else. So of course you poured your whole soul into the game and their characters.

(Also the fact that you also read fanfics about them and now they’re suddenly in your room does not help with your infatuation with them)

And so this brings you to where you were now, showing off their showcase at 10 in the morning.

“Oh wow Y/n! You worked really hard to make us strong.. no wonder why I felt so strong all of the sudden in one day..”

Aether watched in awe and amazement as you showed him his artifacts and his weapons with Venti, Pierro, Diluc, Kaeya, Tighnari and a few others hovering and peeking out from behind your chair, watching as you showed Aether’s build to everybody.

The rest were in your living room, eating breakfast. You had decided to eat breakfast after showing the people who wanted to know their builds.

For some reason their characters were still in the game despite really being in your world. You would have to ask Albedo about this later.

“What about me?” Diluc grumbled, trying his best to ignore the states he got. “What? I can’t ask Y/n something so simple?” Everybody shook their heads “no”.

Smiling, you replied. “Of course! I remember when your skin first came out I was all over it, I made sure to buy it to, did you like it? I think it looked beautiful on you.”

Diluc blushed at your words and nodded his head. “Mhm. I loved it, Y/n, thank you.” He stated, smiling warmly down at you.

You began to stroll through your characters until you found Diluc. “There you are—look at you! So handsome..” you sighed dreamily before snapping out of your trance and cleared your throat and began to go through his build.

Once you had finished showing Diluc and everybody his showcase, more people wanted to know about theirs and obviously you couldn’t say no so that’s how you ended up showing nearly everybody’s build and showcasing their skills and whatnot.

“And yeah! I did spend a lot of money but it was.. I guess worth it? I mean I’m glad you guys felt strong and all!”

Tighnari sighed and rested his hand on your desk. “We are all thankful, but seriously you didn’t have to spend all of the days you worked so hard for..” he explained, Diluc agreed with him.

The rest, too, didn’t want you to waste your hard work but then again for you to work so hard on and take care of them ignited something inside of them, so they couldn’t complain.

Before you could respond, a knock was heard. “Come in!” You shouted, turning around in your chair to see who it was.

Lyney entered the room and smiled at you (ignoring the others) “are you done? Your breakfast may get cold you know..” his gaze wanders off to the guys beside you. “Oh, and yours too.”

You could hear the scoffs coming from Diluc and Pierro. “Yeah I’m pretty hungry right now, and was it (Vietnamese) broken rice I smelt?” You asked, getting up from your seat and walking towards Lyney. He nods his head.

“Yeah, Aether found the recipe in a book and found the ingredients for it, lucky huh?”

As you smiled at him and began to walk out of your room followed by the others as Lyney cocks his head to the side—ordering them to get a move on and out of your room. “Come on, I bet you all are starving right now!”

Making your way to living room, you found everybody already done with their breakfast, with only a few plates placed on the coffee table for you and the others.

“Ouuuuh it looks absolutely delicious? Who cooked it?” You asked, sitting down on a pillow beside Xiao and Wriothesley.

“Thoma did with the help of Neuvillette and Childe, surprisingly.” Cyno responded, eyeing Childe from the corner of his eyes.

“Hey… what’s that supposed to mean?!” Childe yelled, pouting at Cyno before looking at you, betrayed and defeated.

You shrug your shoulders and began to dig in your food with Diluc, Venti, Pierro and Tighnari mirroring your actions, sitting down and eating their breakfast.

Childe began to make his way towards you and pushed the other men away that were behind you, this obviously annoyed them but before they could yell at him (start world war 3*) he had wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

“You don’t think I poisoned your food, do you?” He mumbled, even though you couldn’t see his face you knew he was pouting.

You shake your head no, not even reacting to his affection—you were somewhat used to it. “‘Course not, I don’t think you could ever actually.”

Childe smiled on your skin and tightened his grip on you. “Mhm. Thanks snookums.”

Everybody cringed (some nearly gagged) at the corny pet name. “Snookums, really? Out of all the petnames.. and it’s not the first time he called them that.” Kaveh whispered to Al-haitham who was obviously disgusted by the pet name.

“Mhm, it truly is disgusting..” Al-haitham whispered back, looking away from the ginger.

Childe rolled his eyes at their reactions and continued to hold you in his arms, Xiao holding back his urge to tackle him right there and then but you were in his arms so he couldn’t, because if he did you would get harmed and he would rather die than hurt you.

While you were eating your breakfast, you grabbed the remote and began to go through the channels—animal documentary, no.. news, yes. Setting down the remote on the table you listened closely to the news.

You weren’t the type to listen to the news but today was an exception, because you just felt like it. “What’s that?” Ayato asked, eyes ogling at the news reporter in the middle addressing the weather.

“Oh-“ “how does she know the weather so precisely?”

“Because, she is a news reporter, she reports on the weather and gives us all of the latest news about whatever.”

The sounds of them “oooh”ing and “aah”ing could be heard from all around you. With Al-haitham and Dainsleif just giving a small “mhm.”

You spend the next few minutes just eating breakfast and watching them all eye the TV and listen closely to the woman. This was.. interesting to them, they had never experienced this before.

Finally you were done eating breakfast, you were the last one to finish so as you began to wash your dish, you looked back and found Neuvillette behind you.

“Oh- god!” Your body jolted as your heart rate spiked up. “You scared me!” You said, sort of breathless.

Neuvillette sends you an apologetic look and apologies. “I’m so sorry for scaring you like that.. I apologize. I should’ve told you beforehand..” his brows furrowed, he looked extremely guilty it was eating your heart away. You couldn’t just not forgive him!

“It’s really okay Neuvillette! I just got a little scare was all..” you laughed at his scared face and turned back around to wash your dish. “What did you want?”

There was silence at first, Neuvillette didn’t respond, there seemed to be a nervous and awkward tension between you two.

“Neuvillette..? Did you want something?” You repeated, placing your dish in the dish rack before washing the other utensils, still awaiting his response.

“I-..” Neuvillette pauses, cheeks slightly tinted with red. “I uhm. I wanted to..” all of the sudden Neuvillette suddenly pulls you in a hug from behind, his arms awkwardly wrapped around your waist.

You were caught off guard by his action but you already knew all of them were touch-deprived and or just wanted to be next to you all the time.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, letting him embrace you in his warm arms from behind. “When I saw Childe hugging you I just.. felt something weird. I wanted to, lord forbid, push him and take his place.”

His words caught you off guard causing you to laugh abruptly and drop the utensils in the sink, a loud "CLUNK!" could be heard. "Oh whoops.. any who uh- Neuvillette are you.." you turn around and raise your brow, smirking up at him.

"Am I what?"

"Are you jealous~" your teasing voice made his heart skip a beat, his eyes focused on you, brows furrowing. "Me? Jealous? I don't know what you mean." Neuvillette sighed, his grip on your waist tightened.

You eyed him and slowly nodded your head. "Mhm.. sure.." Neuvillette peeks his head to the side and spots the utensils still unwashed. "Would you like me to clean the rest? You could go rest and bond with the rest."

Turning your head back around to look at the utensils that laid in the sink. You hummed for a few seconds before responding—"why don't we both clean them? You wanted to be with me right?"

Neuvillette nods his head, offering you a smile. You two began to wash the dishes together with Neuvillette standing beside you, after a few minutes all the dishes were on the dish rack, water dripping off down into the sink.

"All done! Now let's go join the others" you excitedly hummed, grabbing a hold of Neuvillette's arm and walking over to where the rest were.

Kazuha smiled and waved his hand at the both of you, once spotting you with Neuvillette. "You're back! What do you want to do now?"

You sit down on the end of the couch and sighed. "I'm not sure.. I do need to clean my house though, its been a while since I last cleaned it." ever since the men appeared in your room your house has.. sort of been trashed.

Not entirely trashed (Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Tighnari and Al-haitham kept the house clean) but still, you really needed to do a deep clean—ever since you've bought a house it really has been a hassle to keep everything in place as you were still in college and had to multi-task.

The mention of cleaning your house definenetly perked some heads up. "Cleaning? I can help!" Thoma offers, eyes shining with excitement (yes he loves cleaning and cooking and everything domestic, he IS the male wife).

"Me too!" "me three, I can help as well!" others chimed in as well, Childe stood up and raised his hand. "I will be the biggest help, don't worry Y/n! What's the biggest job I can do?"

Everybody groaned at the ginger's words and shook their heads in disappointment. Giving his words a thought, you hummed and put on your thinking face.

"Hm.. well I would say cleaning every single crevice you know.. the nook and crannies." you replied, smiling at Childe. He immediately grabbed a duster and set off to clean single crevice.

"I'll wipe the surfaces and all." Al-haitham states, getting up and grabbing some wipes before doing his thing.

"I'll organize your clothes Y/n! Oh and ours too"

"I'll go mop the floors."

Soon, you pretty much gave everybody a role to do (or they just gave themselves the role) and they all set off to do their jobs. Honestly, this had to be one of the best days ever—your house was going to be squeaky clean and plus you get to see them doing domestic chores.

"If you guys need any help just ask me okay?" you mentioned, dusting the books on a shelf. A collective "yes ma'am!" could be heard. They were so respectful it made you fold.

After what felt like hours of cleaning (it was, approximately 4 hours of cleaning) you flopped down on the couch along with a few others and heaved a great sight.

"Good job everybody!! the house looks so much cleaner now..." you sighed, chest heaving up and down. You were all tired, apart from Thoma, Tighnari, Al-haitham and Albedo, they still had energy left.

As you got up from the couch to fetch a glass of cold water, you got a fright from seeing Gorou sitting at your feet, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"Gorou? What's wrong?" you asked, your heart melting at the sight of his ears pressing flat against his head. Gorou stared up at you—his eyes glistening.

He inches closer to you, his arms wrapping around your legs. "What. Is. He. Doing." Childe whispered to Pantalone, eyeing Gorou with... some disgust. Pantalone shrugs. "Lord knows what."

"Uhm, If I may ask Y/n.. Do you think I did a good job today? For uh.. cleaning the house."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he asked the question. What does that even have to do with anything.. "Yes, you have, why?" you questioned, watching Gorou lower his gaze to the floor.

Everybody watches as the scene unfolds, they were confused, scared, worried, but more so confused.

"Could I get a head-pat?" Gorou asked quietly, his eyes still focused on the floor, his head lowered as if to invite you to pat your head. Was he asking for a head-pat (some kind of reward) for his hard work?

Nodding your head, you began to pat his head softly, enjoying how soft his hair was, your hands would occasionally caress his ears and my god were they super soft!! Heat rushed to Gorou's cheeks as he realized you had no intention of stopping. Not that he was complaining.

"Gorou.. did you know your hair is very soft? Like, unbelievably soft! I could touch it all day if I could.." you exclaimed, if Gorou allowed you, you would definenetly be running your fingers through his hair furiously because it was just way too soft.

You wondered if the other's hair were soft too, I mean, all of theirs's looks soft, Neuvillette and Ayato's looked soft and silky. You should go look for an excuse to touch their hair soon..

As everybody watched Gorou enjoy his head-pats, they all eyed him with jealousy (if you look closely you can clearly see fume coming out of their ears right now), wishing that they were in his position—receiving head-pats from you, what a dream. And they were sure to make it come true.

"Ahem, dearest Y/n, don't you think that I too, did a fantastic job in scrubbing the shower too?" Kaeya sighs dramatically, sliding down and sitting next to you, batting his pretty eyelashes at you.

You turned to face him, pursuing your lips. "Well.. I mean.. yeeeessss..?"

It was a bit confusing after that, Kaeya asked for you to pat his head as well, saying that he "deserved it" (which he did) but then after that the others started to ask for some head-pats too. So in the end you had to give everybody a head-pat, it was very time consuming.

Soon, it was 1 pm—it was time for lunch. Time has gone by so fast with them, you (unfortunately) stop petting Al-haitham's hair and stand up from the couch.

"I'll go make some lunch now okay? Something simple like maybe a sandwich or something, is anyone hungry?"

While a few replied with "I'm hungry" some replied saying that they weren't hungry and would eat a snack of some sort. You began to grab out the ingredients to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich.

You made sure that the men weren't allergic to anything beforehand, you would definenetly not be having beans around Itto at all, while you were busy making everybody sandwiches, Zhongli sat on the chair behind the kitchen counter, watching your every move.

It was sort of uncomfortable, yes, but you didn't really mind at all. You were used to their curious stares after all.

"Zhongli, would you like to be the first one to try it out? I want to see if I need to add anything or fix anything up."

This wasn't your first time making sandwiches but still, you were positive they weren't used to your (earth) sandwiches so why not make Zhongli your taste-tester?

Zhongli nods his head, giving you a warm smile in the process and god was he so handsome. "Of course, It would be an honor to be the first to taste your sandwich." and with that you placed the plate – with the grilled cheese sandwich on it – on the counter, waiting for Zhongli to take his first bite and his opinions on it.

As Zhongli grabs the sandwich and takes the first bite, munching on it. You weren't nervous at all, watching him eat your sandwich. Okay that was a lie you were totally nervous. I mean making a grilled cheese sandwich? Nothing big! But the fact that Zhongli, a handsome, fine, fancy man is sitting right across from you and eating your sandwich is!!!

Studying his face got you nowhere. His face was as always, nonchalant and somewhat still, after swallowing, he looked up and set his gaze on your face.

"It's... amazing! I've never had anything like this before, a simple grilled cheese sandwich I've had but to have it made from you and in your household, in your world, makes it all the better. The taste is also immaculate, truly other worldly. Quite literally."

You crack a smile at his joke at the end and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god.. so it's okay, thanks Zhongli!" you thanked him before going back to making some more before finally setting them all down on the kitchen table, counter, and coffee tables (and some other places as well since those all of them can't fit in three spots).

Tighnari had noticed that you had a couple of plants in your home, they were.. not in the best condition, he had to say. But that was no problem! He could help you raise and take care of them.

"Say, Y/n. Please do not take any offense to this whatsoever but do you take care of your plants?"

The question was out of the blue, yes, and it did catch you off-guard for sure. "Oh- uh, my plants? Well the truth is I haven't really been taking care of them.. I mean I would love to but I'm very forgetful." You explained while smiling sheepishly, it was embarrassing after all.

Tighnari nods at your response and offers you help to which you obviously agree to! I mean who wouldn't? He would take care and nurture your dying plants? Deal!

Everybody began to eat lunch as for the ones who weren't hungry just lounged in your room, Al-haitham read a historical book that you haven't even finished reading (you only bought it because of you thought the cover was really vintage), Pierro stood in front of your window, staring out to the view of the skyscrapers and buildings. Albedo and Cyno were sitting on your bed in silence, waiting for you to finish eating and come back.

"What a total weirdo.." Cyno whispers to Albedo, eyeing the tall, old (and stinky, that's what they call him) fatui. Albedo simply glances at Pierro and looks back at Cyno, confused. "How so? I think it's totally normal to gaze out of the window, don't you think? I mean, the view is absolutely fantastic out there.. so many things we've never seen and don't you agree that the flowers that bloom down near the window looks absolutely-"

Cyno groaned as Albedo ranted on and on, what Albedo was trying to say was basically, staring out the window was "normal". But of course, he couldn't be rude about it so he had to painfully listen to Albedo spitting out nonsense.

Finally, you (along with others) finished your food and washed your dish before walking into your room, leaving everybody else who was still not done (Heizou, Kaveh and surprisingly, Tighnari, are slow eaters).

"You're done eating? What do you want to do now?" Pierro asked, his voice rumbling deeply that it gave Cyno a spook, it gave him the hibbie jibbies. Humming, you thought about your answer but concluded that you wanted to do nothing but sleep.

"Eh, not really. I do want to get a nap in though, I'm sort of tired." You yawned, flopping down onto your bed between Cyno and Albedo. "Would you want us to leave and let you sleep in peace or..?" Pierro asked once again, his face scanning yours.

You shake your head, covering your body in your sheets and curling into a ball. "I'm okay with you guys here don't worry. Pierro could you close the blinds please?"

Pierro nods and closes the blinds at your command, the room now dimly lit. Soon your heavy eyelids take over, but not before the sound of the door clicking open and then followed by Childe complaining about you leaving him.

The obvious sounds of groaning and complaints about Childe could be heard too (Itto was complaining REALLY loudly.), Cyno shushes everybody entering your room, pointing at your trying-to-fall-asleep figure.

"Ooooh, whoops! Sorry Y/n!" Childe apologizes, cringing at the thought of his loud voice waking you up. You could barely hear him though, drowsiness taking over your body and thoughts, nothing was left in your brain except for one thing—sleep.

Kaeya rolls his eyes at Childe before slowing and carefully closing the door shut. "It's only 2:30 pm, isn't sleeping in the afternoon bad or something?" Gorou asked, peeking his head from behind Itto to look at you.

Albedo hums. "Well, yes, but considering that they have been tiring themselves out since we've arrived, I think they deserve this well-deserved rest. Don't you agree?"

The surrounding men agreed, nodding their heads. "I agree, we should let Y/n sleep, I think I should too, without Y/n I'll be bored..." Kazuha yawns, already getting ready to take an afternoon nap with you.

After Kazuha laid down on the mattress, a few others started to mirror his actions. Itto, Ayato, Capitano, Thoma and Kaveh began to settle down on the mattresses while the others went to the other room to take a nap as well (some didn't want to so they stayed out of the rooms and watched the TV or played board games).

Normally when you sleep during the afternoon, you would wake up in the middle of the night, and oftentimes you fail to fall back asleep. And that is exactly what happened to you.

In the dimly lit room, darkness envelops every corner. The only source of light is the faint glow seeping through the curtains, painting the room in a hazy ambiance. You lie on your bed peacefully, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with each gentle breath you take in your sleep, the softness of the pillows cradling your head.

The darkness of the room seems to cocoon you and everybody, it is as if the night itself has woven a protective blanket around you all, the silence is broken only by the distant hum of the city, a lullaby that lulls you deeper into your peaceful slumber.

But soon, your eyelids flutter gently, and in the dark room, you can hazily make out the scene before you. Outside, the moon casted its soft glow through the window, casting delicate patterns on the bodies of the men and on the wall. It illuminates your face.

It was so comforting to you, the soft glow of the moonlight completing everything.

As you take in your surroundings you begin to understand that you were cuddling Kazuha while Ayato had his arms wrapped around you. Smiling softly, you snuggled in closer to Kazuha's chest—pressing your cheek against his warm and slowly rising chest.

And in this dimly lit room, you slumber on, oblivious to the world outside. The darkness embraced you like a mother's embrace, offering comfort, it is a place where dreams are born and nurtured, where the imagination takes flight and as the night deepens and silence engulfs the room, you continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the outside world.

But then before you could fall asleep your eyes shot open, I have to work tomorrow. Groaning, you nuzzled your face more into Kazuha's chest, knowing the next day would be tiring.

note: IM SO SORRY FOR PROCRASTINATINGGGG i just got home a couple days ago and my jet lag is pretty bad and i have to work and all of that jazz!! thankfully i got myself together and finished it :)

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato @v4an @imetsk @fiannee @sunnyf4lls @goldenglow149 @rhwm @urlocalheizousimp @hex-vx @saltylovetale @backintomykpopphaseagain @toramune @oreo-ren @serenity-loves-red @flooofity @minteasketches @amaizverydum @lovelive-animequeen1029 @roseapov @yuraasia @chellazhef @fulldoves @kateybuggi @wanderingconstellations @mini-shower @160ccm @rosariashield @sickize @sarah22447 @dreamlessnight @gimmealamp @bebeluvs @caramelstarlight @sukiidreams @oceanisty @achy-boo @alhaitie @dilucragnvindr-my-beloved @that-mom-friend @v-sh @merormerry @gojoulen03 @scarletttcroww @hadischara @kithewanderingme @keiqq @livelaughlovekuni @chirikoheina @wr1t3rfum1k0 @issacdaholi @yu-ulda @alysinbshsu

(if the usernames aren’t highlighted that’s because I can’t tag you so I’ll dm you when I post a new chapter!)

liking + following + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

1K notes · View notes

lunarmoves · 1 month

Text

you were used to slipping into the daycare unnoticed for your lunch breaks.

it was easy to crack open the giant castle doors and beeline straight for the security desk amongst all the running and laughing of children. they never paid you any attention unless they were either on their own or looking for trouble. you didn't mind, of course. you were just another face in an endless crowd of faces and it was what you preferred.

today, however... today was different.

the moment you stepped through the doors, lunch bag in hand, you heard a few kids exclaim loudly. now, that typically wasn't unusual, but what was unusual were their pointed stares in your direction and sly smiles. you raised an eyebrow at a small group of children who were closest to the doors, and they all shrieked with laughter at your look and scattered deeper into the daycare.

weird, but they were kids, so 'weird' was an understatement.

you shrugged it off easily and made your way over to the security desk to plop yourself down on the spinning chair. your lunch was deposited lazily atop the surface in front of you—in front of a dusty old computer that took a million years to even turn on—and you rummaged around for your sandwich. pulling it out, you unwrapped it and leaned back in your chair to do a bit of daycare observing.

you paused, sandwich halfway to your mouth.

you were... getting quite a bit of stares from the children today, it seemed.

they weren't even surreptitious about it. children never were. their wide eyes peeked at you from over shoulders and behind slides. you stuck your tongue out at a little girl holding a plush of roxy, and she giggled before turning on her heel and making a run for a playpen. you surveyed the daycare for a bit, then hummed. you couldn't see sun anywhere. you wondered what he was up to.

for all the stares you were getting, none of them really approached you. which was fine. it just made eating your food a little awkward. a majority lost interest in you eventually, but there were still a handful who looked like they were debating coming up to you or not.

where the hell is sun? you questioned again as you finished off your sandwich and started on a bag of chips. it was not like him to leave you hanging around on your own—especially with how short your break was. you squinted your eyes and peered about, moving in your chair as you tried to see if he was hiding out anywhere.

mmm, not by the ball pit nor the drawing tables. what about in the— there! behind one of the playpens. you caught a glimpse of two wide, white eyes from around an edge before they disappeared. immediately after, you could hear a chorus of giggles and a few kids peeked at you from the same spot. ah. they were scheming. typical.

you rolled your eyes in good nature, then leaned back in your chair. there were a few shhhs and hushed laughs from the same direction. sun was probably telling a story or something. maybe somehow roping you into a quick game—it wasn't like he hadn't ever done it before.

there was a tug on your shirt. glancing down, you were met with the tiny figure of a kid probably no older than five. they looked up at you in mischief, looking over their shoulder a bit like they were trying not to get caught.

you leaned over your chair's arm. "yes?"

"i have a secret to tell you!" they blurted out in a stage whisper. they wiggled slightly in place like they wanted to run around but was forcing themself to stay.

"oh really?" you grinned and spun around slightly so you could lean in closer. "can i ask you a question first?"

they hummed and looked over their shoulder again, then back at you with wide, imploring eyes. "okay, but really fast!"

"do you know why everyone's been staring at me, hm?"

they jumped slightly, waving their hands out by their sides. "oh! oh! that's my secret!"

you tilted your head in intrigue, then offered the kid your ear so they could whisper into it. "alright, what is it?"

they giggled quietly, then raised themself up on their tip toes with a hand cupped by their mouth to shield it. "mr. sun has a crush!" their breath tickled at your ear.

you leaned back and raised an eyebrow down at them. curiosity gripped at your insides firmly. you weren't sure how that was related to your question. "really now? who is it?"

they grinned slyly at you—missing front teeth and all. "it's—"

"riley! what did we say about going behind the security desk?!"

sun popped up from the front of the desk—limited by his protocols—and leaned over to look down at riley with a forced smile. they shrieked and spun on their heel to run away deeper into the daycare. sun's face plate spun as he followed them with squinted eyes, but before he could give chase, you spoke up in amusement.

"you've been busy, i see," you said, and sun turned back to look at you with his head tilted. you made a vague gesture around the daycare—where the kids were rather obviously staring at you and sun. "care to explain?"

he made a sound like he was torn. then a yellow finger pointed at you.

"later!" he rushed out, then moved his finger to tap at his wrist. "your break is up and i have a little rulebreaker to catch. come back later, okay friend?"

and then he left, shouting riley's name out as they laughed and tried their best to avoid him to no avail. you shook your head, then swept up all your garbage into your bag before heading back to work.

riley's words lingered in your mind and made something odd twinge in your gut.

later came quickly.

you made your way out of parts 'n services at the end of your shift and back up towards the daycare. by now, most of the kids would be checked out. you waved at a few other staff and eventually slipped into the daycare, where you spotted sun rushing about in his post-shift cleaning spree.

"oh! you're here!" he caught sight of you immediately, slowing down to a stop. you made your way closer. "hello, friend!"

"heyo." you stood at his side with your hands in your pockets. you had to crane your head back to meet his gaze. "everything go smoothly today?"

"yep yep!" he spun a red ball on his index finger, then threw it over his shoulder so it landed in the ball pit a distance away. he seemed to grimace. "for the most part."

"about that," you drawled, something sly making its way into your voice. that strange feeling in your gut had persisted and you did your best to ignore it. "a crush, huh?"

his rays retracted a bit, his smile pulling down in a glower. "so riley did tell you." it was more of a statement than a question, like he knew the answer anyways.

"yeah." you watched him carefully, his hands moving to wring themselves together as he hunched forward. he couldn't quite meet your eye.

he scowled off to the side. "i should ban them myself."

you let out a pfft and bent down to pick up a stray moon plush laying on the ground. you ran your thumbs over its soft cheeks. "aw, don't be like that. they're a kid. they all can't keep secrets for shit."

"language!" sun automatically chided you, but you waved him off and headed over to the toy bin to toss the plush into it.

"soooo," you started, partially glad you had your back turned to him at the moment. "who is it?"

tick. "what do you mean?"

"who's your crush?" you asked curiously and turned back around. loose-limbed. nonchalant. you tried not to ponder over the implications of a robot having such emotions. it made you feel strange in a way that wasn't entirely negative.

sun stared at you, rays tick-tick-ticking slowly around his head. his fingers twitched. and when he spoke, it was in a confused, quiet voice. "...they didn't say?"

you huffed. "you interrupted before they could." you walked closer to sun so you could poke him on the arm. "so? spill the beans!" you forced a cheeky grin onto your face. "who is it? come on, you can tell me. promise i won't tell anyone." it was like each word you spoke was a small stab into your gut and you couldn't tell why.

sun only looked at you—incredulous, almost, but not quite. his head cocked to the side. you waited patiently, willing yourself not to waver or back down.

eventually, he seemed to force himself back into action. he continued to pick up stray toys. "hmm! i don't know, friend! do you think you're at a high enough friendship level to find out?"

was he seriously teasing you right now?

you scoffed, but let yourself fall willingly into banter. "okay, fine, don't tell me. have you told them at least?"

sun made a thoughtful sound, halfway bent down to grab a toy train. his gaze lingered on your own. there was something to it that you couldn't quite place. "nope! don't plan to, either."

"well, why not?" you asked confusedly. you followed after him like a duckling trailing its mother. "don't you wanna know if they return your feelings?"

"something tells me they don't." sun sighed—a tint of something longing at the tailend of his artificial breath.

you frowned. "well, why do you think that?"

sun shot you a look, then gestured down at himself. the bells attached to his wrists jingled with the motion. "my dear, look at me! why would they?"

you only stared at him. "i... don't see the problem?"

sun stared back at you. it was quiet. very, very quiet.

"you are quite strange, friend," he replied after a moment, his rays spinning around slightly.

"thanks? i guess." you scratched at your head. this was... weird, wasn't it. "that still doesn't answer my question."

"nothing to answer!" he sing-songed out and turned on his heel to finish up around the daycare.

you groaned. there was something causing you to press—something that prevented you from letting go of the topic. "come on! you can tell me! friend to friend. why really won't you tell them?"

sun sighed, and you could tell the precise moment when he gave in to your insistence. "there is just no swaying you, is there? fine."

you watched on as he rolled back his shoulders and turned around. faintly, you could see white pupils over a backdrop of grey. locked unrelentingly onto your form in a half-lidded gaze.

"i just don't think," he said in a low, low voice that made your breath get caught up in your throat, "they'll quite like what i want to do to them."

and then he smiled, teeth jagged like the edge of a serrated knife.

#this is NOTTT edited i will come back to it later #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #sun x you #sun x self insert #sun x y/n #fnaf sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #sundrop x you #sundrop x y/n #dca x you #dca x self insert #dca x y/n #dca fandom #dca fanfic #shay scribbles daydreams

456 notes · View notes

babydollmarauders · 7 months

Text

QUINNY’S B-DAY — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

quinn hughes x platonic!reader

notes: a short birthday post for our now 24 year old captain 🫶🏻

y/n.hughes

liked by _quinnhughes, jackhughes, and 119,361 others

y/n.hughes Q, you taught me what familial love really is. you took a quiet, introverted, anxiety ridden, 13 year old girl under your wing, and i’m so grateful for that. you constantly reminded me that my home life did not make me who i was, but that it could help shape me into who i wanted to become. it’s because of you that i met my soulmate and have the amazing family and support system that i have now. where everyone else saw an outcasted 8th grader who snuck in to watch hockey practices, you saw someone who needed your love and guidance, and you had never been more right. you showed me that my house was not a home, but yours was. you showed me that i could live a life that made me feel good. and most importantly, you showed me what it was like to feel loved and wanted in someone’s life.

i’m so thankful that i get to call you my brother. i’m thankful that when i call, you answer; when i cry, you do anything to make me smile; and when i’m living, you’re cheering me on.

i love you from the north pole to the south, a million times over 🤍 thank you for providing me with the chance to be happy “because i deserve it”

happy 24th, snuggles!

tagged _quinnhughes

Load more comments

_quinnhughes was i expecting to cry a bit today? no. thank you, lovie. i love you from the north pole to the south, a billion times over 💙

y/n.hughes oh- a billion is a lot more than a million

_quinnhughes yes it is, it’s also how much i love you

y/n.hughes oh okay

jackhughes you broke my wife, jackass

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes aren’t you supposed to be nice to me on my birthday?

jackhughes i was gonna, and then you made my lovie cry again

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes again?

jackhughes she already cried going through her camera roll to find these pictures and writing the post

_quinnhughes @/y/n.hughes call me 💙

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinner! best oldest bro there ever was 💪

_quinnhughes thanks, moose!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinn! 🫡 go beat the Oilers!

_quinnhughes thank you, Alex! i’ll sure try!

colecaufield @_quinnhughes haps birth, cap bro!

_quinnhughes you didn’t finish a single word in that sentence… thanks, Cole?

colecaufield you’re so welcome!

jackhughes @_quinnhughes i guess happy birthday big bro, hope you have a good day and a good game!

_quinnhughes lovie made you say this, didn’t she?

jackhughes you know it

_quinnhughes i’ll accept it anyways, thanks Jacky

jackhughes El also says happy birthday

_quinnhughes she can’t even say happy birthday, dude

jackhughes but she CAN say “appy day-day, winny!”, i was paraphrasing

_quinnhughes big word for ya, bud

jackhughes just for that, you don’t get to see my daughter or my wife

_quinnhughes too late, lovie is facetiming me rn. talk to ya in two secs

jackhughes damnit, lovie!

y/n.hughes i love and miss him 🥺

jackhughes damn, i can’t stay mad at you

#el!hughes au #quinn hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

427 notes · View notes

luffyvace · 4 months

Text

BUGGY HEADCANONS

Wrote this on a whim when I remembered how much I liked this guy 😎

Buggy stans, assemble!!

I love buggy and I don’t talk about it enough

but like he needs more screen time

he has a decent amount I just wanna see him more :)

onto hcs!

buggy is a guy who wants to be confident but isn’t so he fakes it but you can tell

at first he’s just as phony towards you but as time goes on he opens up to you

you try to convince him he can be himself around everyone, especially his own crew he but still thinks he has to put on a show

its what he does best afterall!

buggy is subtly physical affectionate, for example, resting his hand on your waist

or putting a hand on your head

him being more flashy would be giving you a big kiss

he dips you and makes a “mmmmwah!” sound so you know it’s for show when in public

other times he does it to be playful

Another grand love gesture he does is sit you on his lap or shoulder

the man’s got some good muscle so he can hold you not matter your weight 💗

He likes make a game or show out of a lot of things you do for fun

he won’t do it if it bothers you

but he makes you laugh so much how can you not like it??

buggy doesn’t really like anyone seeing him without paint/makeup on

he gets up like really early, around 4-5 to do it

he doesn’t even want you to see very often

he says he doesn’t feel ‘buggy’ without it

ngl cabaji and mohji are wonder how buggy bagged you?? 🤨🤨

like your so fine (yes you are idc abt your opinion of yourself, You. Are. Fine.)

lowkey buggy be wondering too..😗

buggy always talks to you before bed.

he like, caresses your hair and whispers in your ear

he’s not tryna do it in a suggestive way

like in a way where he’s trying to comfort you or lull you to sleep

”how’s your day been lovely?”

“I wish I coulda been there to punch that sucker in the face. you did not deserve that.” /

“That’s good honey, why don’t you go ahead and get yourself some sleep?”

“What about me? Oh sugar don’t worry about me, you just go ahead and get some shuteye”

he kisses you atop your head as you two snuggle up and fall asleep

YOU GUYS ARE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE

just for the record it took a WHILE before buggy got that smooth 😊

like he had to get comfy in the relationship before he could even think to say any of that without cringing at himself

at first he was a lowkey stuttering, blushing mess

buggy enjoys if you help him wash his hair, especially the part where you massage his scalp 😍

he loves it,

it’s his favorite part

if you wanna do his makeup tho..😗

your gonna need the rest of the crew to pitch in on a plan to capture all of buggy’s separated limbs for that one 😋

courtesy of the straw hats for giving you that idea

he’ll grumble and frown as you wash away his old makeup and apply a fresh layer :)

he’s not mad at you tho

He’s just going to kill his men once your finished 🤗

buggy is a pirate captain so he likely has a ship cook

which be thankful for that..

becauseeee this man could probably never cook in a million years..

anyway buggy’s main love languages are physical touch

because it’s easy to display his love for you

and sometimes he would make a show out of it ;)

acts of service

because I mean he just oh so loves to serve his sweet darlin’!

he lives for it even!

he lives to bring people joy and laughter from his shows

why would that be any different, especially with you??

and gift giving too

this is mostly for if he has a more so materialistic/superficial s/o

who likes the luxurious life and being pampered

or he might just get you stuff to see that big ol’ smile of yours 💛

he may be a coward sometimes

but he’s always a man in the sense of being a gentleman

It happens a lot but he gets really upset when his crew ruins what was supposed to be a romantic date for you

like picture it: everything’s going well

your dressed up and feel confident and buggy is too

you both sit down at a private reservation to a restaurant he rented

he takes your hands and kisses them as you both giggle and stare at each other, with hearts practically in your eyes

then the waiter comes in :)

*sniff sniff* “what..can I get you?..” 😢

”CABAJI?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHERES THE WAITER??”

”well you said do anything possible to rent this place since we didn’t have enough money..*sniff* so we had to sell Richie” 😭😭😭

”ARE YOU SERIOUS?! SO WHERES THE STAFF??”

”well you said you were renting it out so they thought you needed it for a party or something..not for a date” *sniffles*

buggy was practically on FIRE 😂

all bro wanted was a romantic date

but instead he had to go search for a LION 🤦‍♀️

Well you spent the rest of your day tracking down the restaurant staff and richie

and trust me that was a hassle

Everyone was tired and ready to give up but cabaji kept begging and crying

eventually you found the restaurant staff!…..forming they’re own circus..with richie..who was also crying

you had to fight the staff to get richie back

and they were unexpectedly strong

yeah at the end of the day you and buggy were tired and went to be early

he keeps it in his notes never to ask his crew to help him with a date again..

LOL

another topic :)

i feel buggy would really like receiving massages

like back/shoulder ones specifically

rub some lotion in his back and that’s the ultimate way to calm a angry buggy 💗

he really appreciates when you do this

he’ll return the favor too

more likely to come in the form of gifts than another massage

but if you state that’s how you’d like to be repaid he wouldn’t mind at all

in fact he’d be quite good at giving massages

especially since he can simply separate a hand or too so he can continue to manage his crew 💖

buggy likes to put you in his acts

He teaches you everything he knows and is really proud of you when you impress the crowd or master a skill

he’s very supportive and patient in that sense

and when I say the word ‘patience’ is reserved for you I mean it

he prioritizes you a lot even if he can’t afford the L he’s about to take in order to impress you

refer back to the failed date where he couldn’t actually rent the restaurant

🤪

and don’t get me wrong buggy isn’t broke or anything

it’s just he gets expensive when pampering you

like buying you lavish resorts, cruises and any other thing you could possibly want

he thinks you higher than him, better.

And in a attempt to get you to stay he gives you reasons!

lavish dates! Comfort! Happiness and laughter!

a part of him thinks you’d leave if he didn’t do those things

that you wouldn’t love him for just him and that it must be for the show

later on in the relationship when he explains that’s how he feels and opens up to you

you’ll definitely reassure and correct him about your love for him

that you’d love him even if he was a bum, nobody and total loser

he tries not to tear up but he’s tearing up

btw if you don’t like being in the spotlight/stage

he doesn’t mind :)

will occasionally try to push you out of your shell—

“your a star baby! Your meant to shine!”

”people would love you! You should at least try!”

—but he won’t force you <3

he’ll give you a front row seat to his acts and look for you to see if your smiling/laughing during the big act/climax of the show

he definitely values your opinion way over other’s and a lot of the time even his own

even more so if your intelligent

he might ask you to at least be a volunteer for his acts even if you prefer to be in the crowd

and you accept sometimes, to make him happy 😊

or maybe you work backstage!

like on spotlight or curtains!

maybe you made the props, if your an artist you may have painted them!

He compliments you on it too!

”ya worked wonders with that spotlight baby!”

“Really all I did was move it around..😅”

“Still ya did great! You’ve got a great sense of timing!

Or it may go more like this:

“The props looked wonderful tonight hun!”

”really? Thanks! It took a while!”

”hard work shows! almost stood out more than your smilin’ face in the crowd, my dear!”

WHO KNEW I COULD WRITE FOR BUGGYYY 😍😍

I LOVE THE WAY THESE TURNED OUT!! SO PROUD OF MYSELF 💪💪

Hope you enjoyed the hcs :) I really liked this experimental style I did<3

158 notes · View notes

mousy-nona · 2 months

Note

Headcanon that Lucifer and Alastor have two different date nights each week, one is for them to have alone time, while the other is a family date night.

“Uno!”

“No, Dad, you still have two cards!”

“Oh.” Lucifer dropped a +4 onto the pile. “Now uno!”

“Hey, Big Daddy, it ain’t your turn anymore. It’s Tall, Dark, and Creepy’s turn to go.” Angel Dust peered at Alastor who, despite his trademark smile, looked like he was in physical pain. His left eye was twitching rather alarmingly. “You hangin’ in there?”

“Yes, fine,” Alastor snapped. “I’m simply at a loss at how such a simple game can defeat Lucifer’s intellect. You would think he would have learned something after a few million years.”

“Hey!” Lucifer threw the cards in his hand at Alastor – which, being a grand total of one, wasn’t very impressive. The sad little +4 gently tapped him on the nose before fluttering to the ground.

Alastor sighed, very loudly. “Great. Why do we bother with this again?”

“Because it’s game night!”

Lucifer was referring, of course, to the weekly tradition that had started because Lucifer had insisted if you date me, you date my daughter too, and Alastor had shuddered and agreed just so he wouldn’t have to hear him say that atrocious sentence, ever again. Then Charlie had insisted on bringing Vaggie along, because she was her partner, and therefore family.

Then Angel Dust had overheard there was a weekly game night going on, and dragged Husk into coming along. Niffty was the only one that Alastor had personally invited, although none of them knew that (it was their little secret).

“Can we have just one game night where we actually finish a game?” Vaggie complained. “I actually have a good hand this time!”

“I don’t know why y’all put yourselves through this,” Husk called out from the bar. Ice cubes clinked as he poured himself another stiff one. “They’re going to start trying to kill each other in five minutes.”

“We will not,” Lucifer sniffed as he collected his card and sat back down. “And we do not try and kill each other every time.”

Angel Dust started ticking off incidents on his fingers. “Let’s see. We never got to finish that game of Monopoly, Clue, Yahtzee, Catan –”

“Family Feud,” Vaggie added, staring hard at Alastor. He sniffed and looked away.

“You cannot ask a gentleman from my time to guess what you barbarians from the 21st century think about things. That was a poor choice of game.”

“Scrabble, Secret Hitler–”

“Alastor was cheating that time!” Lucifer burst out.

“I was not,” Alastor said smugly. The rest of them shuddered at the memory. Alastor had been surprisingly good at Secret Hitler – so good, in fact, that it and any other political manipulation games like it had been banned from the halls of Hazbin Hotel.

“Apples to Apples, Sorry!, Hive Pocket–”

“That one was Niffty!” Charlie broke in, desperately trying to keep the peace. “She stabbed the game board, remember?”

Niffty started vibrating and jabbing at things. “Bugs!”

Angel Dust sighed. “My point still stands, toots. These two are physically incapable of ending a single game without flirt-fighting in the middle of it.”

Alastor snarled. Lucifer turned red. And everyone else nodded.

------------------

What none of the others knew was that Lucifer and Alastor had another weekly tradition. A secret they kept hidden from the others.

Every Sunday, after Alastor had finished his script for the next day and Lucifer had put the finishing touches on his latest invention, Lucifer summoned a golden portal and whisked them off to the far reaches of Hell.

It was a different wonder every time. A hill near the Greed Ring, the toxic plumes of smoke creating a beautiful emerald mist over the dilapidated city. The very top of the skyscraper that towered over the Lust Ring. A relaxing dip in one of the lava pools of the Wrath Ring, which made Alastor hum and stretch like a cat as the boiling liquid lapped at the scar on his chest.

One day, Lucifer took them to a bustling street packed with street vendors and shops selling the exact same merch. The smell of caramel and popcorn and cotton candy was heavy in the air. He looked uncharacteristically nervous, his face paler than usual, and his hands were constantly picking at his hat, his coat, his staff.

Alastor peered at him. “Whatever is the matter with you?”

“I have something to show you.”

Lucifer led them deeper into the colorful, fantastic clutches of Lu Lu World. Past gaggles of hellborn children and their exhausted parents, past lines for rides that looped at least ten times before disappearing into the buildings proper, past storybook houses and little animatronic villagers.

“Business must be doing well,” Alastor noted.

“Terrific. Our newest ride is a hit.”

“Newest…?”

Lucifer stopped abruptly, staring at something above them. He was sweating slightly, his feet shifting this way and that. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, in a tiny voice. “I got, well, inspired.”

Alastor looked up, and his eyes widened. Towering above them was…him. A flawless version of him. The demon grinning at the top of the ride was perfect in every way, his smile hiding a million secrets that both enthralled and frustrated the viewer. Enthralling. Alluring. The shadow coat he was wearing created a natural barrier between him and the audience, but his outstretched hand seemed to beckon you closer, to touch what was forbidden.

Can you defeat the enigma? Was the tagline stamped at the bottom of the board.

“It’s an escape game,” Lucifer said hurriedly. “I thought of it during one of our dates, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. You don’t mind, do you? I was so nervous about it, but I thought I’d –”

“He’s a bit perfect, don’t you think?” Alastor said, his voice gruff.

Lucifer squinted at the display. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, sounding honestly confused. “It looks just like you.”

Alastor groaned, unsure how to handle the unfamiliar, powerful feelings batting at his too-small heart. This is how he sees me?

“You don’t like it,” Lucifer babbled. “I’m sorry, I’ll take it down–”

“No, it’s fine.” Alastor said. “It��s…good.”

“Really?” Lucifer relaxed, all the tension leaving his tight shoulders.

“Really.”

They stood there a while, simply breathing in each other's company as the muse and the artist stared at the work they had created together.

Finally, Alastor spoke. "May I suggest a game for our next game night?"

"You? Have a suggestion?" Lucifer nodded warily. "Go ahead."

"Secret Hitler."

"No!"

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #alastor #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor x lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #prompts #secret hitler actually is pretty fun #highly recommend

82 notes · View notes

hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

Text

clutch || eight

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

sorry for the late chpt. I was really sick so i tried my best on this chpt. next chpt will be longer, i promise.

warnings: some level of chae-young attempting infidelity, swearing

wonwoo came home to find yn passed out on the couch.

"you okay?" - wonwoo

"i need sleep. i've been stuck at school finishing my final project and i just finished. now i have to worry about the stupid reunion in two days. i have no dress and i look like a zombie. life is great." - yn

"go take a shower. i'll get the guys to help you. jeonghan has connections." - wonwoo

the word shock wasn't enough to describe the look on everyone's faces when yn and wonwoo walked in through the door.

some background information: in the one week before this gathering, yn had completed her pieces for the museum, her final project for university and all her outstanding commissions. her exhibit had been very successful and she had earned quite a significant amount of money.

"yn. is that your boyfriend?" - aunt

"yes. this is jeon wonwoo, my boyfriend." - yn

"nice to meet you, my name is jeon wonwoo." - wonwoo

"yn-noona... isn't that the streamer gameboi? you're dating Korea's number 1 [game name] player?" - younger cousin

"no way..."

the whispers in the event room got louder and louder until the people she hated finally came towards her. it was evident that chae-young was gawking at wonwoo. she didn't even bother to hide her lovestruck expression from her husband.

"so this is the new guy you have, huh yn." - mother

"good morning, i'm jeon wonwoo." - wonwoo

it seemed like he had to repeat himself often today.

"what's your net worth?" a disrespectful question right off the bat was expected and both yn and wonwoo had prepared for it.

without missing a beat, wonwoo simply smiled and said, "14 million. I am sure that I have enough to take care of yn for the rest of our lives."

the jealousy that clouded chae-young's face was the best thing that yn had ever seen.

sitting at the table was very awkward because they were surrounded by whispers and glances.

“so wonwoo. what do you work as?” chae-young’s husband was actually a very nice man. he was always kind to yn and her brother and was the complete opposite of his distasteful wife.

“i’m a gamer. i’m currently in talks of joining [fictional korea no.1 pro gamer team]. that deal closes before june,” - wonwoo

“ah i see. what about you, yn? what are you working as now?” this question was on everyone’s mind. some with ulterior motives.

“up until thursday, i was a museum part-timer and finishing university. but i recently managed to sell many of my art pieces and have made quite a name for myself in the past three days. in case you all didn’t know, almost every artwork in this building was made by me over the last 4 years.” - yn

the room was silent. you could hear a pin drop and wonwoo couldn’t help but smile to himself.

let’s walk through the real train of events.

after the “fake-dating” agreement, wonwoo, minghao, mingyu and dokyeom had helped yn move every piece of her artworks over the years to minghao’s studio to sort through them. it took them almost 30 hours to categorise. by monday, they had organised the auction within the museum, an exhibition for her other works and an online bidding website for exclusive works. from tuesday to thursday, the auctions and exhibitions opened.

every one of yn’s artworks sold for incredibly high prices. this particular hotel that the family reunion was, had purchased a significant amount of said artworks.

“you mean you painted that painting of a phoenix?” - uncle

“i did that 2 years ago.” - yn

“and that ceramic heart? that was you?” - aunt

“yes.” - yn

wonwoo could not help but smile at yn’s nonchalent bragging. just then, a hand reached across to tap his.

“so~ wonwoo-oppa~ how did you and yn meet?" chae-young began to blatantly flirt with wonwoo while her HUSBAND sat helplessly beside her.

“i commissioned an art piece from her and fell in love at first sight.” wonwoo forcefully took back his hand before leaning closer to yn, earning a scowl from chae-young.

yn was’t exaggerating when she described all of chae-young’s antics.

here’s a list of the things she tried but failed to do. seduce wonwoo, yn’s “boyfriend”, spill water on yn, pretend that yn stepped on her foot on purpose, claim yn slapped her.

how embarrassing.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

taglist: join from my masterlist

main masterlist

smau socials

previous I next

tags! @fairyofhour @megseungmin @sun-daddy-yoriichi @woozixo @euphoric-univers @christinewithluv @haowonbins @ocyeanicc @asyre @cynthiaaax13 @superhoshisvt @bangantokchy @chimmy-bts @angelarin @daisawa @writingbarnes @jeonghansshitester

@belladaises @wonwootakemyheart @wonwooz1 @luchiet @kookssecret @caratsland @peachescreamandcrumble @thepoopdokyeomtouched @isabellah29 @leah-rose03 @yandere-stories @coupshour @heesbees @hamji-hae @hyuckxtagram

112 notes · View notes

jusalle · 1 year

Text

☆ Kylian Mbappe Imagine ☆

• I don't care •

You and Kylian knew eachother since you two were kids. Both of you shared a skill, it was football. You two were always together, it was rare if anyone saw you guys apart. Kylian was overprotective of you.

You were a prodigy people would say. That's what Kylian most admire about you.

You got offered a contract with PSG, you knew it was going to be a conservertial thing that a women breaking in the mens division. Once Kylian found out, he begged you to join with him.

You eventually accepted the offer and Kylian and your relationship just grew from there.

You two have been together for 4 years now, but there was one thing though, you two havnt announced it to the public.

Yes, people had there speculations but you two convinced the media you two were only good friends.

°••••°

" My love, you'll be fine, your the best player on that field" Kylian whispered into your ear softly

Everytime he did that, Shivers would run up through your spine and your knees would fall weak and it's all for him.

You simply gave him a sweet smile.

You two were at your positions as forwards.

Then you heard the whistle blow which indicated the game has started.

As the game went on, you observed the opposite team. You noticed they liked to tease, as if they liked to play mind games you could say.

As you played, they kept fouling you. It was foul after foul. It was getting you agrivated but you knew they did It to make you mess up.

You knew this was making Kylian mad to.

" They keep fouling you " Kylian mouthed to you from across the field as you saw he was argrivated to.

" Calm down my love, trust me" You mouthed back to him as he looks at you.

Then as soon Kylian got the ball he passed to Marquinhos then passed to Lionel and Lionel noticed you were wide open so he passed to you.

As soon you got the ball from Lionel u begun running with it, you notice a player from the opposite team coming at you to your right so you passed to Kylian on your left.

As Kylian had the ball, there was a player behind him trying to get the ball. He just kept talking but Kylian tried to ignore him.

" I've heard Y/n is good in bed, I'll take her out tonight and maybe I'll get lucky" The player said with a grin on his face.

As soon Kylian heard that he completely saw red. He was absolutely disgusted how the male player though of you.

Kylian started to push the male player as he falls to the ground. Then Marquinhos breaks the two up.

You wanted to run to Kylian and calm him down but Lionel held you back.

" Y/n don't worry, The player probably just triggerd Kylian. You know he'll be fine." Lionel said with a reassuring smile.

You always knew Lionel was right so you took his word.

For the rest of the game Kylian was quiet, and it scared you quite frankly.

As the game finished, your team won. Everyone celebrated as Kylian just stood there just observing everyone.

You walk up to Kylian.

" Kylian my love?" You said softly.

Once Kylian heard the one voice he needed he calmed down.

" Yes, Mon Amour?" Kylian said as he looked at you as he observed you.

" Ky, what happend between you and that other player?, I was pretty worr-"

Once you mention the other player, Kylian mind instantly replayed what that guy said. He hated the thought of somone else having you.

But before you even knew it Kylian grabbed your small figure and his hands on your back pulling you toward him.

" Mon Amour, I think people have to know your mine and mine only, there getting to cocky with their thoughts about you." He said as he whispered into your ear,

You were in front of millions of people. You knew you couldn't do this here.

" Kylian, we're in public, you know" you said as you stared in his eyes

" My love, I don't think your understanding what I'm trying to say, That player, he was saying very disgusting things. He made it sound like as if he could have you so easily." He groaned into your ear.

You knew Kylian was was overprotective but this is your first time seeing him jealous, and it was a sight to see.

" Nobody gets to have you except me, my love" He said as his lips graze above your ear.

As he does that Shivers run through your spine and your knees go weak once again.

You couldn't even respond to all that. Before you even knew it Kylian had pulled you into a gentle kiss but passionate kiss.

" I don't care if it's on every news channel and everyone knows, let them know I'm yours Mon Amour and your mine" He said as he smiled at you.

You looked back up at him and chuckled at his protectiveness and what he exactly just did.

" Mon Amour, if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you Ky, I wouldn't want anyone else" you said as you kissed him again gently.

From that, immediately he smiled as if he was a child In a candy shop.

He was not so tense now, his worries had worn off.

At that point both of you knew that 'moment' was going to be on every article.

But you two didn't care, as long you two had eachother, both of you were happy.

••••

Hello! My lovelies! I know I havnt posted for a few days ive been having writers block :( but I hope yall enjoyed this one! And I'll probably be posting more for making up the days I havnt posted💁‍♀️

#mbappe psg #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe headcanon #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe one shots #kylian mbappe request #kylian mbappe x reader #mbappe imagines #mbappé #kylian mbappe x you #football x reader #football one shots #football one shot #football imagine #football fanfic #football imagines

616 notes · View notes

mindingmybidness12 · 1 year

Text

Fatality [Wednesday x GN! Reader]

Summary: Violence is forever and so is the ass whooping Wednesday dishes out. She asserts her dominance (Ayo?)

Warnings: Vague-ish Descriptions of Violence

************************************************************************

If you didn't know any better you would've thought you'd owed Wednesday money the way she was beating your ass, because MY GOD.

There was zero wasted movement. Every action she took was for the sole purpose of causing maximum pain and suffering. She gave no mercy. No quarter. Absolutely no remorse. You'd foolishly thought that because you were dating that it would spare you from her wrath. You were obviously wrong. You started to let your concern show.

"Woah... trying a little hard there sweetheart... your not mad are you?"

"Mad? No. Disappointed that you're not putting up a better fight? Yes."

That's the best you would get out of her at the moment. You'd have to be satisfied with that bland, emotionless answer because she was more caught up with beating the literal dog shit out of you. She continued to give you the fucking business and you couldn't do a damn thing about it. Every time you tried to get up and fight back, you were met with further assault and battery. It got to the point where she was just picking up random items she found lying around and proceeded to beat you over the head with them.

"Damn Wednesday, give me a break."

"No."

"You have to let me get up."

"No."

"Can I breathe?"

"No."

"You have me trapped in a corner! That's not fair."

"Fight back then. Waste my time and I waste you."

Before you could even answer back with anything Wednesday decided to wrap things up by giving you a seven piece combo that literal brought you to your knees. You could see that all but a little life had escaped your beaten, broken body. She was gonna do it. She was gonna kill you.

"FINISH HIM!!"

The roaring command came from the monitor and Wednesday wasted no time doing just that. She proceeded to kill you in the most brutal and gory fashion. Such was typical of the Mortal Kombat franchise.

"FATALITY!!"

"That is such bullshit. I literally just taught you the controls like three hours ago. I've been playing this game for years and you still absolutely blew my ass apart. No vaseline. Like good god sister why were you trying to snuff out the light of your life? You're supposed to love me not rip my damn spine out!"

Wednesday paid absolutely no mind to your whining. She just continued to smile (as small as it was) and bask in the bloody satisfaction this extremely violent game left her in. She usually abhorred technology as a whole and viewed it as a massive waste of time. But you managed to talk her into playing a game of all things... and she had to admit it to herself. She found it very enjoyable. It had sated her innate blood lust just a tad bit. She would never in a million years think that she would find herself in this situation. Trapped in a lone dorm room with the one who held her heart captive without a care in the world and being goaded into playing video games with them all afternoon.

Wednesday looked towards your pouting face and felt exasperation and fondness tickle her in equal amounts. She reached over and wrapped her cold hand around your throat before you could utter another word and gave it a firm squeeze.

"You talk too much." You a let out a startled croak and a fierce blush had set your cheeks on fire. This sight woke a deep dark desire in Wednesday... a familiar desire only you could bring out. You gulped against the palm of Wednesday's hand and your blush deepened when she smirked and squeezed you a tad bit firmer. "Enid could come in any sec-!"

Wednesday had, in one swift movement, swallowed up your pitiful attempts of struggle in a deep hungry kiss that set off fireworks in your brain. Wednesday had won the game and was now claiming her prize....

You.

************************************************************************

A/N: Short little one shot! Hope you enjoy!

#wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell

308 notes · View notes

thoughtsat3amconstantly · 9 months

Text

Young Gojo kidnapping baby Yuji

Once again another idea popped into my head. So what if I said an AU where 16 year old platonic yandere Gojo saw cute lil 3 year old yuji and thought to himself, “he’s so cute! I’m gonna take him with me! I can raise him!”

Cue Satoru luring Yuji to him.

Gojo: Hey kid! Do you want to come with me for some kakigori?

Yuji: *gasps* Yes!

Gojo: Great! I know a place that makes the most delicious kakigori ever! By the way, what’s your name?

Yuji: I’m Itadori Yuji! I’m *sticks up 3 fingers* this many years old!

Gojo: That’s awesome Yuji! I’m Gojo Satoru, 15 years old!

Yuji: Wow! That’s more than I can count on my fingers!

Gojo: Yeah! I’m a lot older than you. Which means I also know a lot more too!

Yuji: That’s so cool!

Gojo: Come on! Let’s get that kakigori and we could talk some more!

Yuji: Yay! 😄

*Cut to them siting at a booth*

Gojo: So, how is it?

Yuji: It’s yummy! Thank you for the kakigori!

Gojo: Your welcome Yuji. Say, do you want to come over to my place? We can play games, build forts, you name it!

Yuji: Really?! Yeah!

Gojo: Great! After we finish our kakigori, we can head straight to my home.

Yuji: Yay!

*At Gojos house*

Yuji: The house is big! You stuff a million dogs here!

Gojo: *laughs* I wouldn’t say a million, but yeah my house is pretty big. So, what do you want to do?

Yuji: Pillow fort!!

Gojo: Alright then, I know just what to do. I’ll gather all the pillows and we can make the most awesome fort ever!

Yuji: Giant pillow fort! Yay!

After Gojo gathered up all the pillows, they began to work on their pillow fort. Gojo even got some indoor garland lights to hang in their fort and flashlights to play with.

Yuji and Gojo made a really cool fort, and they’re both proud of it.

*Inside the fort*

Yuji: THIS IS THE BEST FORT EVER!

Gojo: It sure is! When you have me building you fort, it’ll always be amazing. No one else can compete against me! I’m basically the best!

Yuji: You really are cool!

Gojo: You know, you can live with me. I can make that happen. I can raise you.

Yuji: Really?! Ok! 😃

*Cutting to Gojo at school telling Geto about what he did over the weekend*

Gojo: Yeah, that’s what I did over the weekend. We had fun. 😄

Geto: 😨

Gojo: What?

Geto: You…You, SATORU! Wha- you can’t just… DO THAT! Have you lost your mind?! 😰

Gojo: No. Besides, he only has his gramps. He’s old, meanwhile I’m younger. I can take care of him better.

Geto: SATORU, RETURN HIM! His grandfather must be worried sick! And you’re 16, what do even know about taking care of children?! You’re the most immature person I know!

Gojo: Well ouch Suguru, that hurts. But if you must know, I plan to wing it and read up about it as I go. Solid plan right?

Geto: *too shocked for words* Wha- that’s

Gojo: Genius, I know.

Geto: *Inhales* Satoru, give him back to his grandfather. You are the most unfit person to be a parent to a 3 year old you basically kidnapped.

Gojo: But he’s so adorable, how could I not keep him? Besides there’s not much you can do to stop me. Even if you managed to give him back, I’ll just take him again.

Geto: Well then, guess I’ll just have to keep pestering you until you bring him back to his grandfather.

Gojo: *chuckles* Good luck with that, Suguru.

Then the events of the hidden inventory arc happened, and Geto left Gojo.

Gojo: Wait! Suguru is no longer around to tell me to return Yuji! I can keep him! Yay! 😄

Gojo: Yuji! Let’s go out for ice cream!

Yuji: Yay!

A/N: This took me a while to make this, but I like what I wrote. I figured that 3 year old Yuji is definitely easy to kidnap. I really went out of my way to find that gif. My asks are open is anyone wants to ask me something!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #itadori yuji #platonic yandere gojo #yandere gojo #jjk yuji

85 notes · View notes

lgg5989 · 2 years

Text

Texas Longhorns

Okay so this idea came to me after I watched the Alabama vs Texas game like a million years ago (see: 1 month ago) and today is Glen's birthday and I just felt like it was a good day to release it.

Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for editing this for me!

This contains NSFW content, please dni if you are a minor!!! 🔞

Warnings: pinv, oral (m and f receiving), innuendos, photo kink, just filth honestly, plot? What plot?

Lol happy birthday Glen!

Jake Seresin was a die hard University of Texas fan. It didn’t matter where they were playing, what time the game aired, or what channel it was on, he would find a way to watch the game. Hell, he had even, only once mind you, used a computer on the ship to watch the Oklahoma/Texas game from the middle of the Indian Ocean.

That’s how you knew, when you bought him tickets to their game against Alabama for his birthday, that you were going to have a hard time topping that gift next year. They weren’t the best seats in the stadium, but you knew that wouldn’t matter to him. He was slated to be on leave and the chance to take him to a game was too great.

After booking a hotel room and a flight to get you to Texas and back, you called the stadium and had them mail you the tickets. When they arrived, only a week before his birthday, you slid them into his card and signed it with a few xs and os before sealing it with a kiss.

You presented him with the card on the Friday before his big day, he looked at you suspiciously before asking, “What’s this sweets?”

“Open it and find out, cowboy,” you said, a smirk on your face.

He opened the card slowly, glancing at you now and then as he pulled out the birthday card. You knew he loved your gift when his jaw dropped and he looked at you with awe in his eyes.

“Are these real?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

You laughed at his expression before answering, “They are, and they have your name on them.”

Jake wrapped you up in the tightest hug you think you’d ever received, “Thank you, you’re amazing,” he whispered in your neck.

The memory of his excited face carried you through the next week and when the day of the game finally arrived, you were more than glad you had gotten the tickets. Jake had been excited all morning, dressing up in his orange jersey, a pair of jeans that you didn’t even know he owned, and his old cowboy boots. Finishing the look with his Stetson firmly planted on his head and a wink shot your way.

You laughed, “Are you ready there, birthday cowboy?”

Jake laughed at the addition to his nickname, “Yes ma’am, I believe I am,” he answered, tipping his hat at you with a flourish.

Pulling him to you by the fabric of his jersey, you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Then let’s get goin’,” you said, “Don’t wanna be late.”

Jake planted a slap on your ass as the two of you walked out the door and with that you were off to the DKR Memorial Football Stadium on Texas’ campus.

–

The game had been going so well, with the Longhorns holding their own against the number three ranked Red Tide. You and Jake were on your feet for the whole game, the energy of the crowd carrying you with it, and when the Longhorns lost by a single point you were both disappointed, they had been so close to the win, everyone could taste it. The energy that the crowd had been carrying dispersed with the loss and as you shuffled out of the stadium, you couldn’t help but feel sad at the disappointed look on Jake’s face.

“There’s always next year,” you offered, and he just shrugged.

On your way back to the hotel, you spotted a hole-in-the-wall looking bar. Pulling on Jake’s hand, you led him in the door, finding a bright orange crowd inside, all looking glumly at their beers. The two of you took two of the last seats at the bar.

“Whca’ drinkin’?” the bartender, an older man with a few cigarette stained teeth asked.

“Whiskey neat,” Jake ordered.

When the bartender turned towards you, you hesitated a moment, undecided about your drink before spotting your old trusty tap sitting behind the bar, “Could I get a Coors Light draft please?”

As the bartender walked away to get your drinks, Jake shook his head at you, “We are in a perfectly good bar and the only thing you can think of ordering is a Coors Light?”

You laughed at his teasing, “Well one of us has to be sober, Mr. I’m-going-to-shoot-whiskey-the-whole-night.”

“Hey! My team lost, I’m allowed to shoot whiskey,” he said defensively, cradling the glass that had been placed in front of him a little closer.

The two of you passed what remained of the afternoon and most of the evening sitting at the bar mourning the loss. When it came time for dinner, you ordered wings from the kitchen and you and Jake devoured them, having a contest to see who could eat the most, as always, he won.

Deciding it was time to leave, you paid the tab, much to Jake’s chagrin. You slid off your barstool and stood between his legs, pressing up to plant a kiss on his lips. Before Jake could figure out your motive, you plucked his Stetson from his head, pressing the warm leather down over your wild hair. A round of hoots and hollers filled the bar as they watched you slide your hand into Jake’s. Looking up at him, you saw his eyes were blown with lust and he had a smug grin on his face.

“Come on cowboy,” you said to him with a bright smile, winking before pulling him out of his seat, “I believe I owe you a ride.”

Jake let out a quiet laugh as he followed you out of the bar, his hands clamped down on your hips in a vice grip.

“What are you doing darlin’?” he asked, not used to seeing the daring, frisky side of you.

“Makin’ it up to you,” you answered, turning in his embrace to face him.

Jake let out a groan as you ran your hands up his arms, sliding them around his neck and into his flattened hair.

“Ya’ know you don’t have to do that,” Jake said, his eyes closed as you massaged his scalp.

You let out a quiet humm before leaning in and kissing his cheek, “I know, but I want to.”

With that, his eyes sprung open, and his hands tightened where they had been exploring how fine the jeans you had squeezed into made your ass look. Faster than you could process, he had pulled away from you and was now dragging you down the street.

“In a rush, cowboy?” you asked, laughing breathlessly while you tried to keep up with his long strides.

Jake slowed for only a moment before picking you up bridal style, “Yes, ma’am. If I don’t get you home now, we are both going to get arrested.”

You pressed his hat more securely on your head as you tilted back in his arms laughing.

—

The walk back to the hotel went quickly wrapped up in Jake’s arms, and when you got to the door, he paused so that you could slide the keycard through the handle and push it open.

As soon as he stepped inside, Jake pushed you up against the door. His hands guided your legs to wrap around his lithe waist and you felt him grind into you through both pairs of jeans, the friction delicious against your aching heat.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting the remains of his whiskey from before. He let out a quiet groan as you arched up against the door and pressed yourself flush to him. When you broke apart for air, you took his hat from your head, placing it back on his own for a moment as you rid yourself of your shirt.

“God, you look beautiful in my hat baby,” Jake said, his eyes roving over your face and chest, his hat casting a shadow over your eyes.

Before you could respond his lips met yours in a desperate kiss, Jake only pulling away occasionally to murmur, “Want to remember this view forever.”

You pulled back from him as his kisses moved down your neck, your head pressed into the door, “Take a picture, it will last longer.”

Jake stopped kissing you and pulled back, looking at you, his voice deeper than only a moment before when he finally spoke, “What did you just say?”

Your eyes met his, nothing but a challenge presented in your gaze, “I said, take a picture, it will last longer.”

Jake groaned, pulling you away from the door and walking towards the bed, “You’re tryin’ to kill me baby.”

He dropped you down on the bed, your body bouncing slightly. Jake pulled out his phone, and you let a sultry smile invade your face. Before he could take the picture, you reached down and flicked the button on your jeans open. You rolled the waist down, exposing the top of the panties that matched your bra for him to see.

Leaning back on one elbow, you brought your free hand up to hold the top of Jake’s hat, spreading your legs slightly, knees bent, your own boots on display for him. You watched him from beneath the brim of his hat, the shutter of the camera going off once before Jake threw his phone down on the bed and took his place between your legs.

“You’re too damn hot baby,” he said, picking up where he had stopped kissing your collarbones, making his way down your chest.

You moaned as he pulled one of your pert nipples into his mouth, sucking on it through the thin, lacy material of your bra. His hand came up, flicking over your other nipple a few times before gripping a handful of your breast, grinding his palm against your sensitive flesh.

Sliding your hands up under his jersey, you drug your nails up his sides, feeling goosebumps erupt over his skin. You trailed your fingers back down his ribs before working to get his jersey over his head. Jake helped you, pulling away from your chest for only a moment to rip the fabric off his head, throwing it to the floor.

You ran your hands over his pecs and down to the hair of his happy trail, scratching your nails through the sensitive area before moving your fingers further down, running them under the waistband of his jeans. While you attempted to unbuckle his belt without looking, Jake was doing his best to distract you.

He kissed down your stomach, pulling away from your hands, and running his stubble over your skin. You let out a quiet huff of frustration before his hands ran down the inside of your covered thighs. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched as he tugged your boots off, both of them dropping to the floor.

You helped him pull your jeans off and watched as he removed his own boots. Coming up to kneel on the bed, you pulled him to you by his belt buckle, undoing it before flicking the button of his jeans open and pulling the zipper down. Jake slid his jeans down his legs, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs in front of you.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his still concealed erection and he let out a groan. You felt his hand through his hat, pressing your face more firmly to his underwear. Opening your mouth, you sucked on his tip through the fabric as he rocked his hips against you. The brim of his hat kept you from seeing his face, but the sounds that he was making led you to believe what you were doing felt quite good.

Jake suddenly pulled you up by your arms, “Need to taste you baby,” he said, pushing you down on the bed.

His hat fell off your head when you made contact with the mattress, but you didn’t care, because his hands were quickly pulling your panties down your legs. Jake kissed your thighs, driving you just the right amount of crazy.

“Jakey, I need-” you keened just as he pressed his open mouth to your mound, his tongue delving between your lips to flick up towards your clit. Your words were cut off by the guttural moan that left your mouth.

Jake flattened his tongue against your clit as he pressed two fingers into your heat. You grinded down on his face, tangling your hands in his hair, and riding it for all you were worth. The bed shook slightly and you opened your eyes, glancing down to see him pressing himself into the mattress, desperate for any friction. The sight caused you to clench around Jake’s fingers, your body hurtling to the edge. Just as you thought you were going to cum, he pulled away from you.

You let out a high pitched whine and looked up to Jake, nothing but lust written across your face and watched as he took another picture of you, your legs spread and your dripping center on display for him, his hat now sitting loosely on your head. His mouth and chin were covered in your sweet juices and you let out a moan as you watched his tongue flick out to lick some of it up.

“I believe you promised me a ride darlin’,” he said as he peeled off his underwear and moved up the bed to lay down beside you. You forced your trembling legs to cooperate, and you swung one over his hips as he settled with his back pressed up against the mountain of pillows on the bed.

Without pausing a moment, you settled yourself on top of him, grinding your dripping pussy down on his exposed erection.

Jake’s hips stuttered up into yours, “Jesus, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”

You let out a quiet laugh before grinding yourself down on him firmer than before, “You know what they say baby, save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Jake groaned, leaning his head back on the pillows, “You can ride me any time darlin’.”

With a smirk fixed to your face, you brought your head down so that your lips were hovering just above his, “Any time? Wow. Don’t I feel special.”

“‘Course you’re special, you’re mine arnt‘cha?” he asked, a small smile on his face. A grunt escaped him as you crashed your lips to his, sucking his bottom one into your mouth for a heady kiss.

You lifted your hips off of him and reached down, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down on him in one quick motion, groaning at how full you felt. Jake’s hands tightened on your hips, holding you down on him as he felt your walls flutter and adjust to his size.

You reached across the bed, picking his hat back up and placing it atop your head. Leaning forward slightly, you kept one hand on his hat, ensuring it wouldn’t come off, and set the other on Jake’s chest, just over his heart.

“I’m yours baby,” you said, looking him in the eye as you pulled your hips away from his. His dick came almost all the way out of you before you dropped back down on him, finishing your statement on a moan, “All yours.”

Jake let out a groan as his hands worked to help guide your movements. His grip was tight and you could feel the bruises that you were going to have the next day.

As you settled into your rhythm, pulling up and rolling your hips on the way down, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you on every thrust. Jake’s hands left your hips in favor of pulling your bra off. You glanced down when you felt his hands on your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples between them, his eyes stuck on how they bounced with each thrust.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated moan, trying to go faster, but your legs couldn’t keep up the pace, his wide hips making things difficult. Jake, seeming to know exactly what you needed, let go of your boobs. His hands found their way to your hips again, his firm grasp helping you obtain the speed you needed.

He shifted beneath you, and you let out a surprised gasp when his mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue flicking over it in time with your frantic thrusts.

“Jake…” you said, your voice sounding breathless and rough.

“What do you need baby?” he asked, pulling away from your chest slightly.

You whimpered as you dropped down on him, his dick going particularly deep, “More, need more,” you said, too far gone to get much else out.

Jake stilled your hips before flipping you over and pressing your back into the pillows. He wrapped your thigh up and over his hip before pounding into you. One of his hands going down between your connected bodies to rub at your clit as the other grabbed your ass, pulling you tighter to him as he wrecked you. You let out a loud cry as you felt your orgasm approach again, your hands grappling for purchase against his chest.

“So good for me baby,” he whispered into your ear, his pace unrelenting, “So warm and tight around me, making me feel so good,” he grunted as his words made you clench around him, “Cum for me baby, give it to me.”

With that, your body flew off the ledge it had been perched on. A loud cry of Jake’s name left your mouth as you turned into a writhing mess beneath him. He continued to rub his thumb against your clit, prolonging your orgasm as he pounded into you.

“Look at you baby, so gone for me,” he grunted out, you heard a camera shutter over the sound of his hips smacking wetly against yours, but you didn’t care. You let out a whine as he kept rubbing at you, overstimulation beginning to take over.

“Come one baby give me one more,” he said, his voice rough and strained like he was holding himself back.

“Can’t,” you gasped out, shaking your head.

Jake put his head down by your ear, his voice commanding, “You can and you will.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at his words before threading your fingers through his hair, pulling his lips down on yours forcefully.

Jake groaned into your mouth and two thrusts later, his hips came to a stop against yours. The warmth of his cum and the pulsing of his dick inside you was enough to push you over the edge again, a scream ripping itself from your throat.

As you came down from your high, you trailed your hands up and down Jake’s back. He let out a groan before lifting his head up from your shoulder, his eyes roving over your face.

“You okay darlin’?” he asked, concern crossing over his face.

You hummed, “Yes, I’m better than okay,” you replied, a sated smile on your face.

“Thank you,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Your mind whirred but you couldn’t settle on what he was thankful for, “For what?” you asked.

“The best birthday a guy could ask for,” he said, before pulling out of you and getting off the bed.

You shivered without the heat of his body, and you felt his cum start to leak out of you. Jake disappeared to the bathroom before you could answer, and he came back a moment later, a warm washcloth in his hand.

Once the two of you were cleaned up, and he was snuggled up against you in bed you found the right words to say to him.

“I love you, you know?” you asked him, “You don’t have to thank me for giving you the birthday you deserve.”

“I love you too,” he said quietly, burying his head into your shoulder before whispering another quiet, “Thank you.”

You fell asleep that night with a smile on your face, your man pressed up against your back.

—

The next morning came quickly, and the two of you were packing to leave the hotel when you heard a clatter come from the bathroom before Jake cussed.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice raised.

“You okay in there cowboy?” you called, looking through the doorway rather concerned.

He nodded, stooping to pick up his phone from the floor, “Yeah, just forgot I took a few pictures of you last night.”

“They any good?” you asked, raising one brow to look at him.

A smile broke over his face, “Darlin’, they’re enough to keep me going for this next deployment.”

You took the phone from his hand, scrolling through the pictures he had taken the night before. Letting out a quiet humm, you handed it back to him. Bringing your hand down to the front of his jeans, you cupped him gently before saying, “It looks like they’re enough to keep you going while you’re home too, sailor.”

Planting a kiss on his lips, you turned and walked back toward your suitcase. Jake’s hand caught your own, pulling you back to him. With another firm kiss planted on your lips, and your hips trapped against the sink, you let out a disgruntled grunt.

“Jacob Seresin, we are not having sex again or we will miss out flight!” you chastised him before kissing him one more time. A devious smile was fixed on your face as you walked back into the room.

“You’re such a tease,” he called back, as he grabbed his toiletry bag and flicked the light out in the bathroom.

You laughed as you took his bag from him, feeling his strong arms wrap around you as you placed the small bag in your shared suitcase, “Yes, but I’m your tease.”

Jake hummed, his lips pressed to your shoulder. You broke the moment with a loud squeal as he tickled your sides, “I suppose that’s true.”

“Jacob Seresin!” you shrieked, “Stop!”

“No can do sweets,” he answered, doubling down on your ticklish ribs, “We have a whole two minutes until the Uber gets here and I am using them wisely.”

656 notes · View notes

blubffsd · 1 year

Text

— WE'RE THREE NOW.

summary: where Ethan and the reader take Kylian to a funny day.

part one

Yes. He said yes.

Even though you beat him because he was planning to propose to you that weekend, he didn't hesitate for a second to say yes and throw hours of planning away.

You are very happy now that you are engaged to the love of your life, and all thanks to his little brother.

You thought about it a lot and decided that the best idea would be to have a "funny day" together, as a way of thanking Ethan and also so that your fiancé would stop pestering you for not knowing what the "funny day" is.

You are very excited because you really like the idea of the three of you spending the whole day together, you just hope that what you think is right and that they like the idea too.

You are now finishing washing the kitchen utensils you used to prepare the cake that Ethan and Kylian are eating while playing FIFA.

All you hear are their complaints about missing a goal and the celebrations when they score one.

You smile slightly when you hear Ethan teasing Kylian after beating him 3-2, you can imagine your partner's annoyed face.

—You cheated –you hear your fiancé accuse your brother-in-law.

—It is obvious that you are hurt by the fact that I beat you and you have to justify your defeat.

Ouch, that must have hurt.

Kylian sighs so exaggerated that you can hear him from the kitchen.

You finish drying your hands listening to them fight again and go to the living room, sitting between them making them move to give you more space.

—What's going on, guys?

—It's him! –both say at the same time pointing at each other.

They are like little children.

—Okay, I don't care about your game –they look at you with an annoyed face– but you know Ethan, I was thinking of something.

—What?

—How about bringing Kylian to a funny day?

You see your boyfriend beaming and Ethan frowning.

—Not in a million years.

Kylian pouts and your smile fades.

—But why not? I think it will be fun to be all three together, like when you were younger and we took care of you, remember?

Your brother-in-law looks at you and then looks at his brother.

—Y/N, can we talk alone? –Kylian looks at Ethan stunned.

—But why can't I hear what you are going to talk about? –without answering, Ethan takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen.

—Ethan –you cross your arms.

—Y/N –he crosses his arms too.

—Why don't you want him to come?

Your brother-in-law chuckles slightly.

—Of course I want him to come, I just want to annoy him –you shake your head and slap him on the back of the neck.

—Don't be mean to him, he's sensible –your brother-in-law rolls his eyes.

—I just want to have some fun.

—Well, if you want him to come, why did you bring me here?

—I was going to ask you if you talked to him about what I told you.

You frown, not understanding.

—What did you tell me? –Ethan buffs with annoyance.

—Marriage.

You feel a flutter in your stomach when you hear him say it, you are about to tell him the truth but you prefer to wait.

—No, I haven't had the chance yet, but if I do, you'll be the first to know –you wink at him, making him laugh as you two leave the kitchen.

—You better.

The first thing you see when you get to the living room is Kylian sitting in the chair with his arms crossed, Ethan sits next to him ignoring him as he uses his phone causing his older brother to huff in annoyance.

—And Ethan? Have you already decided if I'm suitable for your freaky day or whatever?

Your brother-in-law quickly locks his phone and glares at him as you squint at Kylian as well.

—I had accepted you –your boyfriend frowns.

—Had you accepted me?

—Yes, I had accepted you, in the past.

—In the past?

—In the past.

You smile slightly as you see how Ethan plays on his older brother's anger.

—And why before yes and now no?

—Because you said "freaky day".

Kylian laughs but stops when he sees that you are also serious.

It's more fun than it should bother him.

—Amour, don't tell me you're offended too.

—A lot –you cross your arms and Kylian turns to see Ethan.

—I didn't mean to offend you guys.

—But that's what you did –you say.

—Please tell me how I can make it up to you.

You and Ethan share a look and a mischievous smile spreads across both your faces as Kylian grows more and more scared.

—Do you know who Pooh Mbappé is?

—I can't believe I'm really doing this –Kylian says before getting into the car and sitting in the back seat.

You and Ethan laugh wickedly and high five, two days ago your brother-in-law agreed to bring your boyfriend who ended up taking Ethan's deal.

Our apologies for saying "freaky day" in exchange for him walking through the supermarket with Pooh Mbappé and treating him like a baby.

And besides, (because your brother-in-law is very cautious) he can't hide from the paparazzi.

So now there are all four of you in the car, you in the driver's seat, Ethan in the passenger seat, and Kylian in the back seats with Pooh.

You and Ethan can't stop smiling while you go to the supermarket at the thought of seeing Kylian walking around with a teddy bear and that can't bother him anymore.

—Well, since this is a funny day, we'll do all our traditions, okay? –Ethan nods and Kylian looks at you curiously.

—What traditions?

Ethan connects the Bluetooth of his phone and puts your playlist "yeaiIwidjs".

"deja vu" by Olivia Rodrigo.

You and Ethan sigh exaggeratedly and pretend to sob while your boyfriend looks at you gracefully.

—CAR RIDES TO MALIBU, STRAYBERRY ICE CREAM, ONE SPOON FOR TWO –you start to sing/scream.

—AND TRADING JACKETS, LAUGHING 'BOUT HOW SMALL IT LOOKS ON YOU –Ethan does the same.

Kylian looks at the two of you with a noticeable smile on his face, there is nothing that makes him happier than seeing you two get along so well and love each other so much.

—WATCHING RERUNS OF GLEE, BEING ANNOYING SINGING IN HARMONY, I BET SHE'S BRAGGING TO ALL HER FRIENDS SAYING YOU'RE SO UNIQUE –you two sing/scream.

—This is definitely my song –you say and your boyfriend chuckles slightly.

—Okay, here we go –Ethan says and you nod your head.

—SO WHEN YOU ARE GONNA TELL HER, THAT WE DID THAT TOO? –you and Ethan point at each other– SHE THINKS IT'S SPECIAL –you point to Kylian who is now laughing out loud– BUT IT'S ALL REUSED.

Your boyfriend, who is in tears laughing at this point, pulls out his phone and records the two of you singing/screaming to upload to an instagram story with a caption "My favorite people in the world ❤️".

Quickly all the fans showered him with messages loving the relationship you and Ethan have and telling him how lucky he is that you two get along like this, of course he knows that.

—THAT WAS OUR PLACE, I FOUND IT FIR- –you guys stopped singing/screaming when the music stopped because Ethan's phone died.

—Ethan –you complain.

—Sorry, I thought it would last longer on.

You huff in annoyance and Ethan crosses his arms looking out the window.

Kylian looks at you without saying anything for a few seconds until he decides to speak.

—And you do nothing more than this?

Ethan turns to look at his brother, then back at you.

—The story game! –you and Ethan say at the same time.

Your boyfriend frowns blankly.

—First "funny day" and now "story game", how many more terms do I have to learn being with you?

You and Ethan laugh.

—God, he has no idea.

—The story game consists of inventing the lives of the people we see on the street. For example, look at that man with his dog –you say and point at him and Kylian nods– that man is taking his dog to his ex-wife's house since they agreed that the dog would be with each other for a week.

—Oh, it looks like fun.

—Yes, but you don't play –Ethan says making Kylian pout– Look, that lady over there is a lawyer and she just lost a million-dollar lawsuit, her client hates her and threatened to take her house away so now she is going to her mother's house so she can live there.

—That's a good one –you laugh and turn to see Kylian who continues to pout.

—Ethan.

—What? –he looks at you with annoyance knowing what you are going to tell him.

—Let Kylian play.

—No.

—If you leave me aside like this, now I don't even want to imagine what you will do on my wedding day –your boyfriend answers without thinking.

Ethan's eyes widen and he looks at you both over and over in amazement.

—What- you two are...? –he stammers enough in surprise to form a complete sentence.

You and Kylian exchange a look, suppressing laughter and don't answer him.

—Don't leave me wondering –your brother-in-law complains.

Neither you nor your boyfriend answer him and he crosses his arms.

—Well, if you're not going to talk, I'll jump out of the car –he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

—No! No –Kylian buckles him in again and you park the car.

Ethan stares at you impatiently.

—We're getting married.

You saw your brother-in-law's eyes widen again.

—Are you serious? –you and Kylian nod with a smile and you see tears come to Ethan's eyes.

That makes you want to cry too.

Your brother-in-law hugs you sobbing while hiding his head, he is very embarrassed to cry, especially in front of you and his brother, but he can't help it.

He has been wanting you to be together since he was 8 years old and now it is more than official.

Kylian also can't help but feel a lump in his throat at the sight of the two of you, but he doesn't cry. He just stays silent looking at you with love. He couldn't be more grateful.

—You're crying –Ethan tells you without breaking away from you.

—You are also crying.

—You look ugly when you cry.

—You don't look very handsome either.

—Shut up, you two are ugly when you cry –your boyfriend is doing the talking and you and Ethan look at him completely indignant.

—I would insult you, but I am too polite to do so.

—Very polite or very scared? –Kylian annoys Ethan, who rolls his eyes.

—Okay, if we continue at this rate we will never reach the supermarket, so let's go –now it is you who speaks after wiping your tears and rejoining your seat like Ethan.

The rest of the way was very quiet, with a couple of songs being sung/shouted, another couple of made up stories, and a lot of grumbling from your boyfriend remembering his part of the deal.

You park the car and you and Ethan get out as quickly as possible, but Kylian doesn't. He is avoiding your and your brother-in-law's piercing gaze while sending text messages, possibly asking a friend for help to avoid going into the supermarket.

—Hello? Prince Kylian? –Ethan speaks sarcastically while he taps the car window slightly to get the attention of his older brother.

Kylian refuses to look at him.

—Your majesty, are you mature enough to accept that a deal is a deal and must be honored no matter what? -now you are the one who speaks to him in a sarcastic tone.

Kylian did look at you.

He huffs in obvious annoyance, unbuckles his belt, and picks up Pooh, he opens the car door holding the teddy bear and gets out.

—I will remember this as the most humiliating day of my life.

—You'll get over it, come on –you say entering the supermarket being followed by Ethan and a very embarrassed Kylian.

You and Ethan entered the place but Kylian remained on the other side of the door, covertly covering his face.

—You know that if you just stand there you will attract even more attention, right? –his younger brother asks with a teasing smile.

Your boyfriend enters feeling all eyes on him, at this moment he is not sure if it is because it is him or because of the teddy bear he is holding in his hands. He wants to believe that it is not for the second.

—Okay, what are we going to get first, candy or soda? –you ask, trying not to join in on Ethan's laughter at your boyfriend's flushed cheeks.

Kylian narrows your eyes at your lazy attempt to hold back your laughter, which makes you want to laugh more.

—Do it, laugh –your boyfriend tells you and you and your brother-in-law burst out laughing.

—I am glad to know that you are obedient.

Little by little, the people who are in the supermarket begin to notice the presence of the three of you, mostly because of your laughter and Ethan's. Several children point to Kylian with admiration fascinated with the teddy bear.

And obviously they took pictures of your boyfriend and posted them online, which soon went viral, especially on Twitter. All admired by the sweetness of Kylian Mbappé when carrying his little brother's teddy bear or better known as Pooh Mbappé.

Iconic.

When you and Ethan calmed down, you went to get the candy. When you get to the corridor you see that there are many children with their mothers choosing what to buy, they all quickly look at Kylian and Pooh, mostly to Pooh.

—A teddy bear! –several children exclaim with joy and quickly go to Kylian trying to remove it from the hands.

Your boyfriend chuckles slightly and lets one of the kids hold Pooh for a few seconds, all the moms sigh in fascination.

You don't know if it's because of your boyfriend's tenderness or because of your boyfriend's presence itself.

—I adore men who get along so well with children –one of the mothers comments looking at Kylian shamelessly, who didn't listen because he was so focused on playing with the children and the teddy bear.

Ethan nudges you, looking covertly at the woman, as if telling you to do something.

Kylian stands up and turns to look at you and Ethan.

—Hey Eth. What are the sweets you like? –he asks and Ethan goes looking for it excitedly.

The same woman from before looks at him with even more adoration and it starts to annoy you. The children calm down and return the bear to your boyfriend, but their mothers doesn't stop looking at him.

—Amour, did you see how excited the children were? –he asks and out of the corner of your eye you see several women frown.

—Yes I saw them, they are very cute.

He nods with a smile and you start looking for some candy and he does the same with Ethan.

You feel the withering gaze of women from before but you keep looking quietly.

—Hey, sis. Do you want us to take these? –your brother-in-law points out some candys and you nod.

—She said yes –the three of you chuckle slightly at the thought of the engagement and your boyfriend instinctively looks at your left hand and moves closer.

—We don't have a ring –he says.

The eyes of the children's mothers, who did not move from their place, especially when they saw Kylian approaching, widened.

—Speak lower, they could hear you –you whisper to him and he looks at you with a frown.

—So what? The problem is that we don't have an engagement ring.

The women leave upset to hear that their new crush is engaged.

—They left –your brother-in-law exclaims excitedly and he and Kylian high five.

—What? –you ask quite confused.

—I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck and also your face indicated that you were not very happy, so we made them leave –your boyfriend responds by picking Pooh up off the ground, where one of the kids left him.

—I love you both –you answer gratefully giving them a hug.

—Anyways, we have to look for the drinks now –you say leaving the corridor listening to your boyfriend complain because he remembered that more people will see him with a teddy bear.

To Kylian's joy and to your and Ethan's misfortune, the hallway is empty.

As you search for your boyfriend and brother-in-law's favorite drinks, Kylian picks up his phone and frowns.

—I'm trending on Twitter –he says with his eyes fixed on his phone, you and Ethan laugh and take your phone to see the tweets.

There are pictures of him getting out of the car with Pooh, him playing with the kids, pictures of him holding the teddy bear in one hand like a baby and a bag of candy in the other.

The hashtag "#UncleKylianToTheRescue" is trending with more than 20,000 tweets.

—That is the power of Pooh Mbappé –Ethan speaks.

—For real.

Once you bought everything, you returned to your house with lots of laughter and mockery towards Kylian.

—And now, what are we going to do? –your boyfriend asks.

—Remember the old days –you answer and he nods.

What you three did when Ethan was younger was watch movies all night, gossip and give advice.

You started doing it when neither Fayza nor Wilfried could take care of Ethan and they asked you to do it, then you started doing it more often until it became a habit. But as Kylian progressed in his career, his free time became less and less, so you and Ethan started doing it just the two of you and when your boyfriend had time, he would join you.

That's how the funny days began, which ended up becoming something just yours and Ethan's.

The movie you chose (with Ethan's consent) is Spiderman: No Way Home.

For being a very special movie for you and Ethan and also because Kylian never saw it.

Once you have all your sweets and sodas ready, the 3 of you sit down on the couch and the movie begins.

As soon as Kylian sees "Marvel Studios" on the screen, he knows that he will not understand anything.

—I don't understand, why does everyone hate Spiderman?

—Because everyone thinks that he killed Mystery.

—Who is Mystery?

You and Ethan roll your eyes playfully and Kylian crosses his arms.

—Why does the human octopus say that he is not Peter Parker?

—Because he's from another universe –Ethan replies.

—And why is he there?

—Because the spell opened the multiverse.

—And why is there only him?

—There are all those who knew that Peter Parker is Spiderman.

—But why is he there if he doesn't know Peter?

Ethan throws a pillow at Kylian who pouts.

—But don't these two have different movies?

—Yes, but they appear throughout the multiverse.

—I don't understand.

—We didn't realize it, Kylian –Ethan responds sarcastically.

You are crying over the end of the movie again while Ethan hugs you as Kylian gives you a weird look.

—But he promised –you say sobbing and Ethan nods completely moved.

—But it seems that MJ suspects something.

—She will surely notice.

Your boyfriend doesn't know what to say, it's quite difficult to say something when you see your girlfriend and your little brother sad about the end of a movie that you didn't understand.

—I don't understand why you cry.

—You didn't even understand the movie.

—I also don't understand why you chose that movie.

—Because it's one of the best movies of 2021 and it saved me from my depression over Tony Stark's death.

Kylian nods slightly and picks up his phone to answer a few messages.

You dry your tears and smile.

—I think it was nice spending the day together. Plus we have to get used to being three now.

You and Kylian exchange glances with a knowing smile.

—Are you talking about marriage? –Ethan asks confused.

—Not precisely.

—So what are you talking about?

—I think Uncle Ethan will have to start spending time with his nephew –you say pointing to your 1 month pregnant belly.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian x reader #mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe one shot #mbappe #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #ethan mbappe

352 notes · View notes

tetralea · 1 year

Note

“Please, I want you to fuck a baby into me.” 😏 for the lestappen breeding kink

Ok, so everyone thank this for today’s Ferrari thirst trap and quali 🤷‍♀️, because I don’t know about Max but I went feral over them.

Max walked around the paddock, it was somewhat of his workplace after all. And you clearly not expecting to be attacked like that at your work place. Yet here he was, frozen in place, eyes glued to the pale, freckled, muscular torso, the strong arms decorated with long veins and pretty jewellery.

Charles was having an ice bath. Again.

He thought they were over this last year. He thought their complaints about the alpha making half the paddock go feral each race made it stop. Wistful thinking.

“Hey, Max.” The brunette called out for him, waving a little, placing his phone at a dangerous angle on the edge of that little portable bath. He was casually like he wasn’t practically almost naked out in the open, for anyone to see.

Slowly turning towards him, Max took a few tentative steps. He didn’t mean to get too close. He learned his lesson last year.

“How is it going?” Charles asked with a small smile, head bobbing to the musing coming from his phone.

Max needed a second, or two, because Charles looked absolutely divine, and it didn’t really matter how he has seen the alpha million times like this before. He swallowed, trying to keep his gaze on the pretty face. “All good, preparing for quali, last meetings, the usual. “He lifted his arms a little, like someone who didn’t know what to do with them.

Charles laughed, nodding, he knew the drill. “Yeah, same here.” Long fingers run trough the unruly brown hair, and Max wanted to strangle whoever gave Charles back that stupid hair gel. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because the pheromones were flying with high speed after that small motion, making the alpha’s lovely scent travel to Max’s sensitive nose way too quickly. Fuck.

Charles smelled good, smelled like Charles, mostly, something Max had time to get used to, to familiarise himself with and to feel it on his own skin, mixing with his own scent more than he could have counted. Pursing his lips, he took a small step backwards, like that could have made it better. He tried to hide his shaky exhale, but Charles’ eyes were trained on him, knowing all too well all of his secrets, being able to tell when Max got turned on. This was that moment. Charles eyes darkened, a low growl leaving his throat, satisfied.

Max curled his fists in a ball, pulling them behind his back, forcefully strengthening his back, puffing his chest. It was no time to play these games.

In silence, with the tension growing, only exchanging charged looks, Charles picked this moment to sink into the ice cold water, breaking the eye contact, beating Max to it. One could have thought Max won the intestine staring contest, but the omega knew better. Charles sunk into the cold water, groaning and moaning, brows knitting together, lips opening, painting a very familiar picture.

The omega tipped his head down, biting his lips, closing his eyes for a second. Fuck this shameless alpha. Max was getting slick from the little games Charles played. He pushed his thighs together hoping the brunette won’t notice, but when he looked up, he knew it was too late. Charles sat neck deep in the water, head tooted to the side, a smug smile playing on those delicious lips.

“Yes, omega?” His tone was low and Max felt more slick soaking him, face burning. He will kill Charles for this. Later, when he will be able to think of anything than getting him alone and naked and between his legs. Oh, for crying out loud, get yourself together Max.

“You are impossible.” He hissed before turning around and out of sight as fast as he could. Damn, Charles, like his impending het wasn’t enough.

His day wasn’t practically uphill from there. His car had some problems and he had to retire too early, resulting in only watching Charles on screen finishing his final lap. It was absolutely fantastic. He had to take a deep breath, before getting carried away. It was perfect, like always. He would have lied he never got slick simply by watching Charles putting together those pole worthy laps gain and again. It wasn’t too different this day either. He exhaled slowly, watching the footage and he would have never said this out loud but Charles was made for these quali laps, he was a god when it came down to that one perfect lap, and now his head was spinning. He closed his legs, hoping his blockers would work because he was slicking up for the alpha for the second time that day.

Maybe there was salvation for his day after all. The end of his night still had some chances to turn out to be good. Mostly when he saw Charles walk up to him in the hotel bar, mostly when the alpha took his hand and pulled him from his seat wordlessly, mostly when he pushed Max’s back against the elevarte walls kissing him with fever.

“God, I thought this day never ends.” Charles moaned between his kisses, crashing his lips back against Max’s. They weren’t even in a room and those long fingers were already scenting him, making him smell like sunny, warm morning in Monaco, sun kissed, and salty from the sea. Entirely like Charles. He was weak for it, he never wanted it to end. Whimpering between the delicious lips his hands run trough the wavy brown hair pulling Charles closer, impossibly close.

They run till his room and the noise of a closing door never felt so satisfying. He was against it in a second, one thigh held tightly around Charles’ hips, pulling him against his soaking, clothed hole, grinding against the alpha. He felt drunk, intoxicated, pliant against the strong body. Charles got more broad, even stronger and Max had to whine to the thought, his hips routing forward, begging for more. Slowly he felt like he was losing it, all inhibition, all control, any filer. The warm hands were travelling on his body, the wet mouth kissing along his throat and he felt like the need was consuming him entirely. He felt it in his stomach, at his entrance, in his ver core. Charles inside of him, right now.

Luckily his desires were reciprocated and his clothes were flying off of them, the satisfying sensation of Charles pushing into him and filling him arriving soon. “Holly shit.” He murmured, eye shut, holding onto the wide shoulders, nice buried into Charles’ neck the rest of his mind gone. “God, alpha.” He was driving him crazy the whole day and Max couldn’t hold it together anymore. He needed Charles, closer, deeper, simply more. It was a gut feeling, primal and instinctive, he didn’t even think about it. “More.” It was a cry and it was immediately catered to. Max mewled, almost reaching his first orgasm. “Please, alpha, I want you to fuck a baby into me.” It didn’t sink in, not even second after he said it, but it didn’t mean he didn’t mean or want it by all his heart, by all his being.

“Chéri,” Charles slowed down with a low growl, his teeth grazing above their mating mark. “You can’t just say things like this and expect me not to do it.” Panting, he kissed Max, sloppy and with a newly found hunger. “After this season you leave the suppressants and I’ll fill you up so much, pump you full with my cum over and over until there is not at least one pup in you.” Charles growled, biting their mark sealing his promise, feeling the sharp nails on his back as Max came whimpering to his words. He quickly followed spilling into the waiting, tight heat, his knot keeping it all inside. “I’m gonna give you all the pups, pretty, pretty omega.”

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #lestappen abo #breeding kink prompts #dori unhinged

70 notes · View notes

casey-complains · 8 months

Note

I feel like the thing that draws a LOT of former Fanders to Hermitcraft is the maturity of the Hermits. If something gets delayed, they're straight up about it. There are clear dates. If a Hermit has to leave for their health, mental or otherwise, they say so, and are welcomed back with open arms. The Hermits themselves don't ever call out 'haters", instead focusing on the positives. Even Gem and Pearl, who are YOUNGER THAN THOMAS, act maturely enough to acknowledge if there's a gap in videos, or to say 'I don't want to go into details but I'll be back soon'. That's something Thomss is severely lacking in- maturity and transparency. A simple tweet or insta post can go a long way. Doc doesn't have to say 'sorry the video was late, Doccy got sick', but he does. Ren doesn't have to talk about his mental health, but he does. None of them are perfect, but Thomas still acts like he's that 20 year old from Vine. Maybe he just doesn't know how else to act, or he's in an echo chamber of only seeing the 'good' side of the Fandom. But I know, because I've been watching The Hermits for years now- the kind of shit Thomss has pulled? You'd never see Iskall, or Scar, or Tango doing shit like that. They're honest with their fans. Even Wels, who hasn't uploaded a Hermitcraft video in a while, has 100 times more transparency than Thomas.

Sorry to get on my soap box, but that just hit me while watching Decked Out. TLDR; The Hermits act like adults when they need to be adults. Thomas hasn't left his early 20's

GOD YEAH YOURE SO RIGHT. i went from a tss spinterest to a hermitcraft (+ life series, evo etc) spinterest and .. now you point it out, theyre a million times more transparent

to make a semi-similar comparison: the wait between tss episodes and the wait for decked out to be finished. obviously, making a whole mini game in minecraft and making an episode of a web series arent similar in process, but the way tango and thomas handled the wait can be compared. it took tango 13 months to make decked out 2. he made countless episodes and livestreams talking about the process and giving us updates. thomas, in the three and a half years he's been writing the finale, has only told us he's finished parts one through three. he's 3/4 of the way done with the writing.... but that doesnt tell us if he's filmed or edited anything, if he has all the props together for the shoot... we just have his word that something is coming soon. he'll be done soon

and yes, spoilers for a minigame and spoilers for an episode of a show do affect how much information one can give, but we have gotten nothing from thomas

#kc.txt #ts critical #ts criticism #thomas sanders critical #thomas sanders criticism #asks #anon #srry if this shows up in hermitcraft tags #we just yell about ts here . yall keep vibing in your community

24 notes · View notes

gxilds · 1 year

Text

PWRR C.2 | Basket case

s. Masterlist

When brought in to the beach the last thing expected was such fanfare….

warnings: I took a year and a half to write this i’m p sure so expect there to be some less than great writing. I also think i’m going to change POV’s after this chapter so for warning… anyway theres literally no game in this chapter it’s just… niragi, honestly… 😭 he’s kind of a warning of his own… I also did all of this on mobile so the chance that I need to edit this later is pretty high.

No. No they did not. In fact there was a good handful of people but as quick as the people were passing by you, they were gone as you were led away from the crowd through hallways that lead to what you could only assume was a meeting room.

At the head of the room stood a man dressed in the flashiest of garments and a pair of sunglasses to cover what you would assume to be a hangover with how he reeked of alcohol. You couldn’t help but look back to the short man who had led you into the room as though you were in disbelief. It was so strange for the world they lived in.

To your left were two women and by observation they were both as concerning as the former, granted; they were a stark contrast between joy and nonchalance. To your right stood a man who seemed to be wearing what you would consider one of the more convenient outfits - a button up and shorts. The two familiar men who lead you here would soon join on your right.

“Welcome!” your eyes shot to the man in the front who’s arms opened up, waving for you as though a child too scared to sit on santa’s lap, “don't be shy.” You took tentative steps towards the center of the room as it felt like everyones eyes were on you (and they were by the way,) “welcome, to the beach, the utopia.” he said with a scripted enthusiasm, as though he said this a million times before.

Just as he finished the wall in the middle slid away revealing a wall of cards, several of them crossed out, “You don’t seem to be unintelligent so I’ll put this plainly, at the beach everyone is united as one to collect all 52 playing cards.”

“what?”

“and in return you get to have fun. total freedom.” besides the fact you’re literally in hell, he forgot to add. your eyes looked around between everyone else and it seems they all held such a boredom, ready to move on as though they were used to the shtick.

your eyes caught onto the likes of chishiya’s, he stood swaying back and forth and his expression shifted to a scrutinizing smirk, provoking you to continue prodding, knowing that any answer the man gave would be as enthusiastically fake as before.

“I would assume this has no real benefit for me though, does it?” in the corner of your eyes you saw the shorter woman’s face light up, her eyes matching that of a Beagle’s.

“I firmly believe that freedom alone is a benefit” His response was clear and his eyebrows rose, confirming the competitive tone he held. “I fear, though, that only one person may leave the borderlands once all the cards are collected; although, we have a rank structure here that decides who gets to leave. I am number one. There is nothing to worry about though, as far as we know games get replayed so eventually everyone can leave.” He spoke like he knew everything was for sure; you couldn’t help but think he was kind of a phony.

You stood still once more. You almost had no idea what cards he was talking about that there were to give. You felt as though if you asked this would turn out to be longer than it needed to be and with all these eyes on you, you were desperate to escape.

“And what if I can't?” and the shorter woman grinned once more at your words.

“Oh. yes, right,” The man folded his arms, taking a step back towards you, “that would be handled accordingly.” you were pretty sure you knew what that meant but every part of you hoped it was just you being radical. Deciding not to question it, you nodded and the man in front of you let out a breath. “welcome. oh, and by the way, there is a dress code.”

what? You could hardly question it before you had been given a wristband that had a piece of plastic labeled ‘35’.

You stood in the mirror of your room and brushed off the invisible dirt that covered all the open parts of your being. it was every bit uncomfortable but the thin, sheer shawl like cover up you had been given was slightly redeeming. you had decided that it wouldn’t be worth it to hide in your room until your visa ended but to take advantage of the outlet of power, fresh foods and probably awkward social interaction.

you carried yourself down to the pool, where along the sides stood small groups of people lounging and partying. A breath hitched in your throat at the mere sight of all the people surrounding you and you almost walked back out before a slightly familiar voice called you over.

“you! you!” The voice shouted, “(y/n)!!” your eyes shifted over and caught the sight of the tall woman waving her hand back and forth as the short, quiet man stood next to her.

you moved with them and gave a short hello. you crossed your arms over yourself and fidgeted with the skin on your elbows. “Not to sound stupid but what exactly are the cards? Is it in reference to the games or did I miss something?”

Their expressions were so starkly different. One was willing to explain and the other looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, but it wasn’t the willing one who spoke up, it was the latter. “Each game is based off of a suit and number, the game in the end produces a physical card. Think of it like a souvenir.” you nodded slowly and before you could question further, he began again, “each suit has a meaning. Diamonds are logical, Clubs are combined or group, spades are physical, and hearts are psychological. Obviously, Hatter, believes collecting these cards will get him out of here.”

“And what do you think about that?” you furthered.

“I think it’s a strange approach.” Chishiya paused, plastering a small smirk that twitched at the edge of his lips onto his face, “I don’t think I buy it totally, one card can’t compensate for the amount of people who played the game.”

“Fair,” you responded. “Have people ever just tried to steal the cards? you’d think they would’ve with that logic” you got a hum in response.

“Hatter offers these people booze and freedom I don't think many of us would have it out for him because of that,” Kuina interjected, “and anyone who would would have the smarts to oppose him is already in power - anything to placate them,” to which she was correct, everyone around you seemed so drunk and happy but everyone who stood in that room earlier was so quiet and analytical - something you had assumed wouldn’t benefit you later if you got into deep shit. If.

“It would be entertaining if just one person really tried to steal the cards nonetheless. an impressive feat,” Chishiya admitted.

“Not exactly someone you’d think would be happy about that,” You pried.

“Never said I would be happy or it would benefit me, Just it would possibly mildly entertain me.” He corrected, his arms slipping over and under each other hugging against his small frame.

“I suppose.” You finished and before you could change the topic of conversation it seemed someone was eager to do it for you.

an arm laid around your shoulders a familiar laugh fell upon your ears. You cringed at the sound and you moved inwardly on yourself. “Seems like you're acquainting yourself quite nicely, there are better people you could be hanging out with though.” He stretched his words as though holding back a drunken slur as he gestured to himself. You on the other hand twisted in wry.

“That’s definitely an idea.” You hardly got out uncomfortably as you attempted to push his arm off from around your shoulders. The man wasn’t going to say no or see through the deadpan purposely and Chishiya and Kuina knew this very well. Chishiya seemed to be holding back what you would’ve taken as maniacal laughter and Kuina seemed to cringe just as much as you were, you could appreciate the sympathy as he attempted to drag you away. “Hold on, Hold on. I don't even know you. And you’re drunk!” To him your words were just distant kvetching.

“I’m Niragi. Now you know me.” You hardly followed as his long arm dragged at you, “And I’m hardly even intoxicated.” He was practically falling over as he spoke and you finally pried his hand from off of your arm. He stumbled and looked back at you with offense.

“Your inability to stand up right speaks otherwise.” Now it was you grabbing at his arm, walking him over to a chair by the bar. “How much have you drank? geez.” he looked at you with confused eyes, seemingly adamant on his attempts to convince you of his lack of intoxication and need for you to hang out with him. You didn’t buy it.

“Niragi.” the familiar monotonous voice rang behind you with a sense of command. “The least you could do is give her a day before you hassle her around.” To which Niragi responded with a huff, claiming that he would never do such a thing. “Besides, I was just trying to get to know her.” You could only look at him, Chishiya’s eyes were trying to stay calm but from what you could understand this was him trying to placate the model for inebriation that sat next to you. Your eyes widened - so he wasn’t so one dimensional after all.

Niragi huffed once more, becoming a repeated gesture that you seemed to notice, and backed down. “Just know,” he dragged your attention towards him, “I’ll be here if you need me.”

You gave a twisted expression as the tall man drifted away. You felt inclined to care for him but at the same time his demeanor left you speechless, truly stunned. Chishiya seemed pleased at the disappearance of Niragi, practically trying his dear hardest not to laugh at his drunken state.

you didn’t know what to do at that. You felt a welcome energy from Kuina and her expression seemed to invite you back to her and Chishiya, but Chishiya’s energy seemed otherwise at all times - you took note of this and wondered if it was truly genuine or if he was just that good at acting like he didn’t care, or maybe he didn’t know how to act otherwise.

You guessed you could understand and even just in a few days you grew to know Kuina, chishiya by extension, the borderlands, and the beach more. They didn’t seem to be close friends by any means, that much you could tell, but there was a mutual understanding there that gave away some sort of silent allyship and understanding that people who stuck out needed to stay together and that now included you. Kuina was a rather open book, not afraid to express herself or her thoughts and that was something you could admire, but Chishiya was something you had to think through yourself. Chishiya was half of an open book, he would quite often air his thoughts on what other people did but could never find it in him to express himself fully. It didn’t seem like he was afraid of emotion, or terribly confused by it, but just that he didn’t know how to plaster his thoughts into his face and when he did it felt almost forced, an attempt to appease the people around him.

“So how do games work around here?” You asked as you approached the lobby of the beach. People in the lobby mingled as they always did, obvious cliques amongst everyone; you, Chishiya, and Kuina remained by an adjacent bar with equally judgy gazes towards the rest of the people.

“You’ll see,” Chishiya mused, a grin on his face as he cozied into his spot against the bar.

“You don’t even want to know,” Kuina groaned. It was In all cinematic affect, the patrons of the beach began to cheer for what looked like their mighty overlords. The beach only had so many people yet the obvious fanfare was eary. Within the past few days you had learned a few things:

Don’t drink whatever you’re offered.

Stay away from the pool at night.

Don’t even try to get cozy in your rooms.

Do not pick a side.

Rule number 4 was something most people in the beach violated very early in their stay. The beach was teetering on the brink of civil war at all times and the warm hospitalities of both sides was very appealing to most… or at least anyone without a brain. The people who ran the beach seemed to be split between those with an actual knack for garnering support, and those who just waved around guns and talked a little too loud for your tastes. It was a very familiar concept, sadly.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Hatter, who stood high above everyone, cheered. It was definitely a sight to see. Hatter pretended that he didn’t but he seemed to equate himself to godliness. If godliness was equated to cleanliness, as so the wise words of the smashing pumpkins declared, then this place was nowhere in sight of that. Despite the grime and the mess of the place, people still managed to worship the figurehead who held the sanity of the beach within his two hands. They cheered, cried, and pranced around in his presence. “Tonight we play!” he announced and everyone began to cheer, moving around in what seemed like practiced movements as they began to gather towards lists of names.

Shuntaro Chishiya

Mira Kano

Futaba Hayashi

Y/n L/n

It wasn’t that you had expected to not play a game, in fact your visa was running short, but not having a choice who you were placed with was unsettling. Everyone seemed fine with who they were placed with, there seemed to be a firm sense of comradery amongst other players; you, on the other hand, were already very skeptical of many of the members of the beach which didn’t make any partnership easy.

The car door clicked shut and you sat cramped next to Mira as Chishiya was forced into being the designated driver, something he wasn’t pleased with. Mira looked you up and down while you faced ahead, an obvious discomfort permeating through the car. The only one to speak up was her. “I hope it’s hearts!”

I really hope it’s not…

#pwrr #painting white roses red #chishiya #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya shuntaro x reader #alice in boderland x reader

39 notes · View notes