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xuhuihuis · 1 year

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Gam3 Bo1

warnings: perv!wonwoo, neighbour!reader, porn mention, male masterbation, blow job, princess nickname, cream pie

Wonwoo was sitting in his room that hasn't seen sunlight in a couple days and was starting to smell from the snacks and mould coming from the empty cups and boxes of take out. He sat down at his desk on Friday afternoon playing with Mingyu and he hasn't moved since. It's Sunday now. He was addicted to Valorant. You can't take him away from it no matter how much you try. He will play it whenever he can and he won't stop until someone claws him away from the computer.

You were the type of neighbour that always helped out when you could, giving your baking to everyone in your building and helping the older members with their heavy lifting. Wonwoo loved that he always saw you glammed up everytime he spotted you anywhere in the building. Even when you were down stairs doing your laundry you were wearing your best sweats in case you bump into him. Always waving to him and giving him a big smile when you came across each other in the halls.

Stretching in his chair after his team won the last round taking the time to give his eyes a break from staring at the screen for hours on end. Showing off his toned stomach as he reached up and the line of hair that leads to under the elastic of his boxers. When Wonwoo wasn’t rotting away at the computer he spent his time at the gym that was across the street from the building. It took a couple weeks but he learned the days and times you went so he could go with you to ‘help’ you but he just wanted to take in the sight of you in a matching set.

Wonwoo was a very visual man he loved when any of his girlfriends were all dressed up in lace and lingerie just for him and him only. Every time he was alone he thought about your pretty thighs covered in lace of stocking with his large hands running up your legs. He got hard every time he thought of you but he couldn’t help it he thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. The thought of your chest in the lace of a bralette flooded his mind as he drifted into a daydream while his character was in the lobby of the game.

His mind was drifting further and further into his dirty fantasies about you every time he was alone. He was coming back from the gym one day when he saw you in a tiny dress coming back from a picnic with your friends. The pink of the dress made you look innocent and the spring in your step made him want to sweep you off your feet and make you scream the whole night. Thinking about how your lips looked covered in lip gloss and how they would be wrapped around his cock when your eye make up was running down your face.

Feeling his cock getting hard at his thoughts in his sweats when he sat up right in his chair moaning when he palmed over his leaking cock still covered from his sweats and underwear. Opening the password protected folder on his computer showing all the pictures that he has taken of you since the first time you both have met. All in your pretty dresses, anything white or your matching gym attire. The white made you look like an angel in his mind making you look so innocent to him, so perfect for him to ruin and claim as his.

His fingers hook under the elastic of his sweats and underwear, taking them off in one go down to his knees so he can touch his leaking cock. Sucking the air in through his teeth when his cock hit against his toned stomach before taking it into his fist to start covering his thick cock in his own arousal. Watching all the videos he had on loop of you in any kind of dress looking at your legs and your ass that was barely covered by the fabric. He has a stash of videos he took that one time he was walking up stairs behind you on the phone under your skirt letting the camera see your panties that were covering what he wanted most.

Wonwoo spat into his hand before wrapping it around his cock and moving it faster, throwing his head back in euphoria. The image of your ass in your leggings was tattooed on his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about you and what your ass would look like hitting off his thighs as you rode him at his desk. Biting his bottom holding back his moans not letting you hear what he is doing through the walls of his apartment. Imagining what your moans would sound like when you struggle to take his cock in your pussy holding onto his shoulders for support.

He dug into the drawer beside him for the lube and the toy helping him reach his orgasm faster. Wonwoo’s cock was dripping pre cum from being so sensitive chasing his high thinking about your pussy. Groaning as he lets go of his throbbing cock to cover the toy in lube making it glide up and down his length. Letting the toy slide onto the head of his cock with a hiss from the instant stimulation making his hips buck up for more. Clenching at the arms of the cushioned chair cursing underneath his breath/

“Wish you were here y/n”

Wonwoo was getting lost in his thoughts by this point he hasn’t looked at the pictures as he has been lost in the train of thought imagining you on your knees for him taking all of his big cock down your throat as you drool. The sweat was starting to drip down his toned body down to his abs. Wonwoo was fucking up into the toy rough and hard letting his mind wander to what it would be like fucking your tight cunt from behind.

“Such a good girl for me y/n”

“Are you going to let daddy cum in that pretty pussy???”

You hear what you think is a groan from the other side of your wall out of nowhere catching you off guard. These noises have been going on for the last ten minutes but they have just been getting louder and louder to the point you can hear them through the walls clearly. Getting up from your couch to go and check if Wonwoo was okay next door. Leaving your apartment to knock on the door waiting for a reply from him. Standing outside of the apartment door for a while waiting for the 6’ man to open it.

The loud knock at the door startled Wonwoo snapping him out of his daze, making him rush to slip his boxers back on trying to cover up what he had been doing but his boner was giving it away. His glasses sat on top of his head keeping his sweaty hair out of his face while he pleasured himself to the thought of you. Wonwoo opened the door to you standing there in the set he loved. He was hypnotised once again by the way your body looked in it with the way the fabric clung to your body.

He stood there stunned and unable to speak because it then clicked with him the reason you were at the front door. You heard him moaning. His cheeks flushed a shade of pink from embarrassment when he realised but his cock twitched against the straining fabric of his boxers just wanting to be free again. The tension between both of you was intense, you could cut it with a knife. Letting you come into his apartment taking you by the wrists slamming you up against the wall taking your lips in his as he kissed you. You were breathless kissing him the feeling of his slightly chapped lips making you feel on cloud nine.

Wonwoo was so happy that you never backed away from the kiss. It's quite obvious now that he's got the biggest crush on you and he hasn’t been able to hide it from you for a while now. He doesn’t have to care anymore as you have just caught him in the act and by the way you were kissing him back you were feeling the same way about him only no one has said anything the months that you have known each other.

Wonwoo’s large hands explored your body as he was leading you to his bedroom whilst his lips were still on yours exploring your mouth with his tongue. His hands took their place on your ass massaging the curve of your ass cheeks moaning into your mouth getting carried away. He was still in disbelief that this was actually happening to him, the girl he has had a crush on is finally kissing him. Pulling away from his lips to navigate his room without bumping into anything expensive. You knew he was a gamer but wow, you have never seen his set up before and it blew you away to say the least.

The bedroom was completely dark; the only light source was the red glow of the leds around the room. Walking by his desk to sit on his bed and that's when you saw the toy dripping cum…Wonwoo really was the dumb creepy nerd you thought he was.Taking his glasses off, placing them on his bedside table and fixing his hair whilst watching your every move. He has always been fascinated by your body. This is his chance to learn more.

“Want to finish the job baby?...”

It really was a rhetorical question, obviously you would want to help your crush come for you and only you. You never understood how it took till only now to end up in the same bed as him but now is your chance to claim him as yours now you are single. Switching places with him on the bed letting you take your place on the floor in-between his thick thighs taking your shirt off revealing your bare chest to him looking down on you like a hawk. Wonwoo's touch with you was gentle considering his feelings towards you but he would never be rough with a girl without permission of course. Taking your chin into his hold bringing his face down to your level kissing your lips one last time before you wrap your lips around his cock.

Helping you by lifting his hips when you pull the elastic of his boxers down to his ankles. Letting out a gasp when you see how big his cock is and how it's throbbing for you. The tip leaking pre cum for you. It twitched against his stomach when he had the perfect view of your bare chest from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed before you took his heavy cock on your tongue.

Moaning at the feeling of his heavy cock whilst trying not to gag around him already. Your lips stretched around the girth of his cock licking over his overstimulated tip letting the precum drip onto your tongue using it as lube to take him deeper down your throat. Wonwoo was leaning back on his bed on his elbows making his cock hit off the roof of your mouth making you gag and spit around him.

“I’m s-sorry baby…”

Ignoring the fact you just choked around him trying to take his cock deeper down your throat only wanting him to feel good and enjoy the show in front of him but you accept defeat and use your hands to stimulate the rest of his thick cock. Wonwoo moaned at the feeling of your head bobbing up and down his length letting your drool dribble down your chin making it more sloppy and easy to take him.

You look a hot mess right now with your makeup melting off your face and your spit forming at the corners of your mouth to dribble down your chin and onto the floor below you. Wonwoo was on cloud nine already and he hasn't felt your pussy around his cock this is more than he has ever dreamed of when he was spending all those days and nights touching himself to the thought of you on your knees for him.

“Fuck baby. Sit on my cock..”

The look on your face was enough to explain your feelings at the moment you never believed him when he asked you but he sat up throwing you a dirty look telling you to hurry up. Pulling your pants and underwear off swiftly leaving them on the floor as you climb onto his lap and he takes his hands into yours. Kissing the back of your hands kissing up to your shoulder calming you down from the thought of having his cock in you. Letting you hold onto his shoulders whilst he slid inside of you kissing your face when the tears started to fall from the pain that turned into pleasure.

“Just move when you are ready princess…”

Your body is still getting used to having his thick cock inside of you. The pain slowly turned into pleasure as he started to play with your breasts. Using his thumb and pointer finger to play with both nipples making you arch your back on his cock letting the tip brush against your gummy spot. Grinding your hips down on his letting your eyes roll to the back of your head from pleasure. You could feel every ridge and curve of his cock against your walls as you moved up and down his cock at a pleasurable pace.

The room was filled with ragged breaths and moans as you both chase your orgasms holding each other close. His hands trailing all over your body letting his touch send shivers down your spine. Letting out a loud moan when Wonwoo takes a strong smack on your ass cheek watching it ripple in the mirror and the hand print start to form. Spanking your ass over and over as you ride his cock more desperately as you chase your orgasm.

“Let it happen baby, you are doing so well for me”

Looking into his half lidded eyes before you kissed him but this time it was full of passion. His lips soft against yours compared to the need and urgency of you both chasing your orgasm that was just around the corner. Pulling on the hair at the bottom of his neck when he repeatedly hit against your sensitive spot making your knees buckle.

“Cum with me baby…”

Wonwoo counted you both down and you held onto each other tight when the wave of euphoria hit you both, your whole body going numb and vision going white. His thick cum shot ribbons inside of you. He came that much it was dripping out of your pussy.

“Don’t move, baby. stay.”

#hard hours #k pop smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo smut

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bedoballoons · 6 months

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Since this ask is a little specific, I'll let you choose the characters. Basically, the characters of your choosing with a winx fairy reader. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to.

I don't mind! However I haven't watched the Winch series in a very long time so if these aren't exactly like them I apologize! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!

P.s. This was so nostalgic for me, I remember watching Winx alot growing up and even having like my first set of ships between the fairies and their significant others 😋

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Winx~༺}

CW: Fluffy! Made the reader have a different fairy magic include as many as I could! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, and Freminet!)

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𑁍༄Lyney: <Fairy of light>

"Lyney...are you alright? I know this isn't what you were expecting.." You chuckled nervously, feeling your face heat up as he stared at you wide eyed, watching your dazzling wings sparkle in the sunlight, it was a lot to process to say the least. "You're...a fairy? Like what you read in books? You'd think being a magician I'd be better at handling things others don't normally understand, but I must say...this is definitely throwing me for a loop."

"Well to be more accurate, i'm a light fairy. I can use light magic...I also have a more optimistic personality." His gaze started to make you shy, suddenly you regretted showing him...what if he couldn't accept it.

"A light fairy, you know that suits you. You do radiate a type of light, I noticed that even before you showed me your wings. In a sense, you're a true being of optimism....that's beautiful. Mon amour, may I ask a few more questions?"

𑁍༄Tighnari: <Fairy of nature>

"Does being a nature fairy mean you are naturally more gifted with plants and animals?" Tighnari sat in the bright green grass, watching you with dazed eyes that constantly flicked to your wings. He'd asked so many questions, if you were born a fairy, were your parents fairies, did you know others like you, but he still able to actually wrap his head around your secret.

"I think I'm pretty good with plants, they certainly grow nicer when I'm around and I have control over some...as for animals..I mean I was able to start dating you fox boy~" You giggled teasingly, trying to loosen him back up to his usual self..hoping you hadn't just absolutely shocked him to the point of no recovery.

Thankfully your words helped, "I'm fennec fox boy thank you very much. If you're going to call me a furry at least be specific."

𑁍༄Xiao: <Fairy of music>

"Is that why...your music is soothing to everyone? Why you're able to convey so much emotion in your songs?" Xiaos hand was gently holding yours as the two of you swayed your feet off the edge of the Wangshu Inn railings, watching the night sky with your wings finally out in full view..your true self exposed for him to see.

"I'm not really sure if that's why...all I know is, I have a deep connection with music. I can feel what every note means, hear songs of joy, sorrow...any emotion clearly just through the melody. When I make music...I try to put that into it, make it so everyone else can hear it as well as I can... especially you."

"I can...it makes me feel calm. Thank you for that."

𑁍༄Freminet: <Fairy of waves>

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"You're a fairy of waves? Like...one with the o-ocean?" Freminet looked away from you, the blush on his face steadily growing darker everytime he caught glimpse of your wings...of you. It was like he saw you in a whole new light, his love for the ocean...for water itself and now you were apart of that as well. It was like a dream he didn't know he wanted to come true...had just done so. You were undeniably the most perfect fit for him now.

"One with the ocean...I don't know if I could say that entirely...but I do know that..the second I met you I could tell you understood how the sea felt. That you were like me when it came to it's waters and the creatures within, I was hoping that finding out my secret...wouldn't be to shocking that you'd no longer want to spend time with me."

"A-all I want to do is spend time with you. We should g-go diving together, talk about everything the ocean has to offer...I want to know more about you. T-to relearn everything a-about the one i-i...l-love."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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kumezyzo · 9 months

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Omg so i had a request hear me out it’s a bit different but i was thinking

Being fwb with sapnap but you start to act like a couple and catch feelings so quickly for each other 👀

a little bit of angst and more so nsfw themes. also now realizing this is kinda fboy sap at first. fem!reader

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

nick didnt like the idea of being in a committed relationship. but he couldnt get enough of you. he would text you when he missed you. well... more so his dick missed you.

"fuck," he said lowly as he watched you take off your shirt. he sat on his bed, raking his eyes over you. "come here."

you feel your stomach flutter at the way he looked at you with bedroom eyes. his eyes were almost sleepy but you both knew he wasnt in any way tired.

slowly, you made your way over to where he was sitting with his legs spread. you stood between his legs as his hands ran up and down your sides, looking up at you lustfully.

he slowly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down carefully. you watched him slip his fingers into the belt loops and tug them down as he leaned forward to kiss the skin right above your underwear.

you sighed and placed your hand beneath his chin, pulling him away, as his hands still worked your jeans down painfully slow.

"do you ever take this off?" you ask as you pull his hat off his head. he licks his lips up at you as you run a hand through his messy hair.

"only if you want me to, baby," you roll your eyes at the nickname. just then, you shove him harshly to make him lay back on the bed before you step out of your jeans. you slowly move to stradle him on the bed.

"take this off too," you say hovering over him as you tug on his hoodie. "youre wearing too much for someone whos about to have sex."

nick starts enjoying your company too much for his liking. he sees you post on your stories about a shitty professor or repost something about being single. and he has to fight back the urge to ask you about if your day had gone any better or if he had to come over and fuck you for you to stop feeling lonely.

"youre not staying tonight?" he asks, regretting it immediately when you turn to look at him strangely as you look around for your shirt on the floor.

"no?" you sigh and give up on your shirt, looking for your pants instead. "what? do you wanna cuddle?"

"i was kinda hoping for morning sex," he said as he sat up in the bed, resting against the headboard as he watching you search his room for your clothes.

you stood up and crossed your arms with your pants in one hand. you pursed your lips at the sight of him shirtless with a top sheet over his lower half, leaving nothing to imagination. you thought for a second, shaking your head and licking your lips as you let go of your jeans and slowly walked over to the bed.

nick smirked, "you just cant resist me, can you?"

"shut the fuck up," you said as you leaned over him to check the floor on the other side of the bed to find your shirt in a sad pile. you grabbed it and unclasped your bra, taking it off, before throwing your shirt over yourself. "im just using you for your body."

nick laughed at the idea before pulling you into him, "whatever you say, peaches."

the more you two met up at night, the more the other one stayed the night, the more you two would wake up with eachother. this lead to either one of you rushing out or staying and doing your morning routines together.

it started out awkwardly, asking for a spare toothbrush, to shower, or for clothing (mostly on your part). then it became a habit to have things for eachother and falling into a weird morning routines. a lot of it starting with morning shower sex.

you moan loudly and grip onto nicks hair harshly as he sucks on your clit. he groans against you, stimulating every part of your pussy with the vibration of his voice.

recently, every morning, you expect a normal shower whether nick is there to begin with or not. but you seem to not learn your lesson when everytime, you end up writhing in pleasure because of him.

he pulls away and looks up at you for a moment, "whenever your ready," he says before going back in, licking you clit slowly.

"shut the-" you gasp at the way he barely grazed his teeth on the nub. he chuckles smugly and grips your thighs tighter, pulling them apart. "fuck-"

a loud moan rips through you as you reach the high nick had been working for you to reach.

he starts licking slower, licking up the cum that slowly seeped out of you. he sighed contentedly, slurping lewdly as you moaned, trying to push his head away when it started to get to be too much.

he pulled away, looking up at you drowsily as the water beaded down on both of you, "did you still wanna get breakfast? im not too hungry anymore."

staying over at eachothers places became a normal occurrence. somedays, it would be that you two didnt hookup, you would simply stay in bed and cuddle.

"do you think some actors like filming sex scenes?" nick asked you with his head on your chest as a movie played on your tv. displayed on the screen was a sex scene. fitting.

"maybe," you respond without looking away from the screen. "maybe just the gross pervy ones."

"i would like sex scenes if they were with you."

"dumbass."

then, he started asking you to hangout with him and his friends. it made you feel special when he would ask you to a dinner. and people slowly started assuming you two were dating.

"nick, im starting to like your girlfriend more than you," clay would say, a smile on his face from laughing seconds before.

your smile falters momentarily, glancing at nick nervously. he makes eye contact with you.

"i think i am too."

and it just makes sense. for you to be his girlfriend and for him to be your boyfriend. simple as that.

i dont like the ending. but whatever. -nony

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap x y/n #dteam #anon #asks #smut #sapnap smut #dream team fluff #dream team #fluff #fwb

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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for the request (if you would like to do this ofc!!! <333) maybe you could write something abt being a sweet housewife for sevika? all i have been doing is thinking abt her nonstop :((

YOUR SWEET HOUSEWIFE. sevika x reader

description. little drabble about being sevika's sweet little housewife who cooks her favorite meal

cw. lowercase writing intended, sfw content, fluffy things, reader is a certified housewife, sevika wants a piece of her tho

moss' notes. who wouldn't wanna be a housewife for sevika honestly??? moss sure would love it :D thank you for requesting anonie, this is a little bit short, hope you don't mind

the delicious smell of dinner that was going on a low flame in the kitchen circled the apartment as you stood in the living room in front of a pile of freshly washed and dried clothes. you hummed quietly while you folded them into perfect squares and rectangles before dividing them into different piles like pants, long sleeves, and such.

you heard the click of the front door and excitement run through your body, pushing the laundry to the side you hurried to the little hallway. you jumped a bit when it closed with a loud bang, revealing sevika who you assumed had a rather rough day.

"welcome home, love." you smiled brightly at sevika, reaching to help her take the cape from around her shoulders down. she looked a little under the weather, maybe even those circles under her eyes came back faintly you worked so hard to get rid of.

"dinner is almost ready if you're hungry." you said, kneeling down to help er take those heavy combat boots off. she always got so frustrated trying to un-do the ties so you helped her everytime.

and it was obvious that when she finally laid eyes on your beautiful body dressed in her favorite dress you owned with a pretty apron over it. your delicate hands getting rid of the tight knot and loosening the neck of the boots so she could easily slip her feet out of it. you patted the nose of her shoe before standing up and pressing a tender kiss on her face.

sevika grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to her strong frame before leaning down to "my beautiful wife, cooking me dinner, it gets me every time." she whispered into your ear, one of her hands sliding down gingerly before digging into your ass.

"hey!" you pulled away, slapping her side playfully with a slightly annoyed look on your face. "you just came home and you are already this naughty, sevika!" your wife pouted, extending her arms like a baby and making grabbing motions. you shook your head, taking one of her hands and leading her over to the dining table and showing her the setup table.

"what can i say, my wife, you are the sweetest piece of cake." sevika grinned at you, not letting go of your hand as she sat down in her chair in front of the table. her fingers looped into the tie of the apron, twisting it and pulling you over on her lap.

shaking your head after she pulled the loop of the apron over it, "can we actually eat before you harass me into sleeping with you?" you asked, dragging your nails gently up and down on the length of her arm.

"hm, alright." sevika hummed, leaning back in her chair and letting go of you. muttering a quick 'thanks' you jumped from her lap and headed inside the kitchen to bring the pot filled with sevika's favorite food to the middle of the table.

your wife laughed as she saw the food being served on her plate, picking her fork up and pointing at you. "did i forget something that it's my favorite?" sevika asked, watching as you pulled the wine opener from your end of the table and stabbed the cork, pulling it out with a loud pop.

"can't i cook for my wife her favorite food without any special occasion?" you said as you walked to her side of the table, picking her glass up. there really was no special reason why you cooked her favorite, it has been a long time since you prepared it for her and you had no other idea. "so you do want to sleep with me."

"eat your dinner, dear." you pointed at her plate with the wine glass in your hand before placing it next to her plate. sevika gave you a flirty wink before digging in her carefully made food, moaning but because it tasted good or to tease you remained a secret throughout the whole night.

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane x reader #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika fanfic #sevika sfw #sevika fluff

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yurababy · 2 years

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your touch, my lullaby; c.sc

synopsis all the members fall asleep when you come over for a movie night except seungcheol. four a.m. is quiet, dark and lit up with stars. the two of you confide in each other in the quiet.

notes reader x seventeen idolverse au, kinda like the movie thing mentioned in jeonghan’s, 3.8k, smut fluff angst ig, a lot of non-smut writing sorry, it’s for plot for jeonghan too, title from Ease by Troye Sivan, reference to To You by Seventeen, and Beautiful by Seventeen, make receiving oral, basically thigh riding, reader is referred to as “girl”, sex in a flashback. thank you for waiting

part of the don’t listen in secret series.

@zen003xx @seung-sungs @angelwonie @rubyreduji @vvsmydiamonds127 @shualicious @whyokoa @dreamhannies @313hwa @minnie-mouser22 @knucklesdeepmingi @lenireads @oolanderr @bestboysvt @misssugarlips @whereisgyu @kodzukein @i4kt @wonushuasworld @aurumness @bibinnieposts @venusprada @ikissvernon @listxn @starlight-nightz @svtrbi

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seungcheol totally related to cher horowitz.

at the end of the day, she was just trying to help everyone around her. if paul rudd thought all she did was for personal gain, how was that her problem?

the movie was stupid anyways. it’s taking too long for them to get together, poor cher has gone through so much, and nobody cares. nobody is paying attention to cher and seungcheol hates it.

he isn’t even talking about the movie anymore. nobody in the room is paying attention to cher.

well, besides two.

it was extremely rare for everyone to fall asleep, but his members were out. their limbs layer upon one another’s, pillows and blankets covering the living room. you didn’t usually participate in seventeen activities like movie night, but seungkwan told everyone how you were the “number 1 clueless fan!” looping you into the arrangement for a night. so, there you sat on the couch, next to (but not close enough to) cheol.

as the movie progressed, the two of you were comfortabley quiet. you and cheol had been close friends since you met seventeen for the first time, going out for dinners together regularly, but you didn’t usually go any further than making out with him. messy kisses were fun with seungcheol, but honestly rare. you weren’t complaining, though; he engulfed you the same everytime you shared space, like a quilt on the 21st of december. even so, he was usually the one supposed to be recieving the hug, but the size difference just meant he couldn’t not take you into his arms, deep dimples acting as brackets for his cherry lips.

“what’s the ending like?”

your eyes fell from the tv to seungcheol’s, that being the first invitation for a conversation since the members fell asleep.

(”even... even jihoon? and chan?” you whispered, trying to observe the delicate faces around you for signs of activity.

“jihoon has been working a shit ton later than usual, so i guess movie night was just an excuse for him to sleep. chan...” cheol ran a hand through his hair and your lips involuntarily parted. “he was trying to prove that he could pull all-nighters.”

the both of you softly giggled, soonyoung’s head suddenly flopping onto mingyu’s thigh and making seungcheol cover his mouth with his hands. effortlessly cute.

you reached for the remote, turning the volume down slightly. “at least you’re still awake. let’s keep watching, it’s ending soon!”)

you exhaled through your nose, corners of your mouth lifting as your eyes shifted back to the movie. “happy. you’ll see.”

“how could it possibly be happy? the guy is such a dick and tai is on thin ice. poor girl,” he had to stop himself from getting louder in the middle of his sentence. serenity never really suited him, but he tried to bring it out for the calmer you. it was too late in the night, or, sadly in the morning, for him to disturb his sleeping family. even with his aggressiveness, you could see the smile tugging on his lips and it got a grin out of you, too.

you gave him a soft punch on the shoulder, the distance between the two of you allowing for that much. “impatient,” you tutted. “look, they’re sitting next to each other. keep watching.”

“we’re sitting next to each other, that doesn’t mean anything’s gonna happen!”

you raised an eyebrow towards his direction, shaking your head and going back to the movie.

josh, not the one passed out on wonwoo’s lap, is in the middle of calling cher beautiful when you get an idea, smirk playing on your face. you sit up a bit, tugging on cheol’s shirt to get his attention. suddenly immersed in the film, lips in pout and eyebrows knitted together, he only gives you a hum in response, but you know he’s listening. it’s almost a skill he’s picked up from leading thirteen young boys— at first he was too shy to scream “shut up!” so he resorted to hearing them all out. at once.

you calculated the timing of your actions to the movie’s in your head before going for it. “punch my shoulder, cheol.”

his eyes that were trained on the screen squinted at yours when your words matched the movie’s, him doing a double-take at the kiss scene that he almost missed. the second he saw it, he decided he could care so much less, fist nudging your shoulder and pursed lips breaking into a smile. with that, you leaned in and planted a kiss to his mouth, seungcheol responding immediately with a hand on your neck. the exchange was cut short when you lightly pushed him back. (your eyes lingered on his closed ones for a little too long, deep exhales from his ruby lips just barely illuminated by the tv in the dark room. how he managed to look like he had the most blissful fuck after one kiss was beyond you.)

he didn’t chase after you, rather he nonchalantly leaned back against the arm of the couch. cheol didn’t play games, he was more black-and-white, or, “if you want it, come and get it.” he didn’t like being messed with, and maybe it was his experiences that shaped him like that.

you put a pillow under seungkwan’s head after watching it off of minghao’s shifted knee. glancing away from the mess of sleeping members, you found the eldest’s hand and entangled your fingers. “we can hang out in your room while they sleep.”

he giggled again, fucking giggled. as the two of you rose from the couch, shoulders pressed together (or, cheol making sure he’s as close to you as possible) as you trek past the rest of the boys. what he did appreciate was intimacy, warmth, and communication. he would never done any kind of friends-with-benefits arrangement if it wasn’t someone like you, someone he knew would still be his ride-or-die, someone he could break in front of when he had to stay strong for everyone including jeonghan, someone he could find physical comfort in emotionally rather than just pleasure from sex.

the two of you made it into his room, your fingers unraveling from the grip on seungcheol’s sleeve. (you didn’t remember when that happened, considering the short time it took to get to his room.)

“fairy lights,” that’s new, you thought out loud as he shut the door, him raising a brow as your eyes met. you realized as you said it— it came out a bit awed, to which he let out a light chuckle. warm twinkles surrounded the perimeter of his walls in a neat, continuous line. that definitely wasn’t there before.

what has always been there were the real stars, the glimmers against a night sky even at dawn. those were the sparkles in seungcheol’s eyes: when he looked at the members he had watched mature into who they are now, when he scans the faces of carats at every meeting, when he can make out diamonds and hearts from the shapes of the clouds. when he looked at you now in his quaint, illuminated shelter.

the appearance of a dimple brought you back to reality, the boy breaking into a shy grin. “sure. i think they’re cute, right? lamps are a bit annoying, small area coverage and all.” he paused for a moment, glancing around the room with his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. you had begun looking at other antiques and additions to his room, observing pictures he hung around his desk.

you weren’t facing him, but he softly shook his head as if dismissing a thought and settled by your side. you were now peering over his desk, trying to recognize faces in film photos.

your eyes crinkled at a particular image of him and the hiphop team members. “so cute. polaroids, i mean. really kind of…” you searched your mind for synonyms that could seem more appropriate, but none suited the topic well enough.

“endearing,” you finished, biting your lip at the loveliness of the word. “fairy lights, too. very cute of my manly-man seungcheollie.”

he beamed at the tease and you couldn’t stop yourself from returning the expression. “i don’t get many chances to be cute. the members think i’m cute nowadays, but back then, i couldn’t be.” cheol’s head hung low, stopping himself from looking at the pictures. “i think it’s relaxing, having reminders of where we came from. small things like polaroids to keep the good memories... and string lights, because, why not?”

he exhaled almost dramatically but kept the smile on his face. “i feel like i’m on cloud nine. it’s so hard, every second of my life, you know?” you nodded as he spoke. of course you knew, for him and for you. “but the minimalism is like what fucking meditation and tea is to myungho.”

you both let out humored exhales at that, cheol exclaiming ever-so-softly, i’m serious! “it keeps me stable. after a.. swirling day. i need something this peaceful. i usually hate that shit, the quiet. it’s still not my favorite, it’s just not that bad.”

seungcheol had been pressing his palms against his desk, having found interest in the wood. the polaroids were long forgotten, one of your hands reaching up to play with the ends of his hair as he spoke. you noticed the way his breath hitched between words, the handful of gulps he had taken in the duration of the vent.

so, as you confirmed he was finished for today, you tugged one of his arms to the side, slipping your body into the free space and captured his torso within your arms.

he reacted as soon as the touch came, melting into the embrace as his arms similarly wrapped around your shoulders.

“cheol…”

he shushed your with a large hand pressed on your head, stroking your hair and making you whine. “my fault for spilling everything on my mind. no need to say anything, doll.”

“but- stop that!” seungcheol let out a low laugh at your protests to his fingers carding through your locks, teasing your skin. the corners of your lips lifted at the contact as you gave him a gentle push and settled atop his desk. “but, i want to. can’t i?”

“not today, baby.” you pouted a bit, but understood. it was late, cheol feared the topic would make him cry too easily, already being in a vulnerable state.

he took two steps forward, hands finding your waist and a smile on his face. it was a bit of a confusing expression— his dimples weren’t deep enough, his eyes were waning gibbous. it made you sigh, but you figured it would be best to not dote on the conversation. after all, he probably just remembered everything that he doesn’t have time to think about. he knows he has reassurance at any time, he just sought your presence as a non-member when it came to these kinds of things.

“don’t be so sad, it’ll make me sad. you know what’ll make the both of us happy?

seungcheol’s head was tilted, dangerously close to your forehead. you knew where this was going based on his lopsided attempt at a smile.

you planted your palms onto his shoulders, slipping your fingers past the neck of his shirt to massage his skin. your lips twitched at cheol’s shudder that followed your movements. “i think i do, cheollie.” a pause for thought, you contemplating what’s appropriate to say in the blank. “it’s been a while.”

“i guess it has, hasn’t it?” a rhetorical question. you weren’t sure why it felt awkward.

maybe seungcheol was trying to distract from his emotions, didn’t want to overhear you with seungkwan in the kitchen asking has seungcheol seemed sad recently? maybe he thought he had let his burdensome self slip for a moment.

of course, that would never be the case.

you lifted a bit up to your tip-toes, cheol catching on and lowering his head. you pressed your lips to his jaw, kissing and mumbling the bone. “i miss you.” he was right there. “i like us like today.”

“you’re too good to me. i need you. now.” suspicions of your position together simply being a distraction crumbled at this. if it was joshua, he’d say i want you. cheol is a bit more dependent, instinctive, scared. he means it. a hand cupped your cheek, lifting your face from his jaw. “always?”

you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be a question, the lilt in his voice ever-so subtle. you answered anyways. if he questioned it, he would just have to assume you were repeating him. it was safe.

“always.”

seungcheol was a happy virus. every reveal of his dimpled smile spread to you. you wanted to say it was just because he was that cute, but in reality, something in you longed so badly to make him happy. you had known him for so long, since he was just a kid in the lime backrooms of pledis, desperately trying to make some kind of connection with more kids even younger than he was.

so you smiled back, bright but just for a moment before connecting your lips. he quickly placed a firm hand on your back and one on the desk as you leaned against it. you took his face into your hands to deepen the kiss, muffled noises of pleasure interrupting the silence of the dorms.

it was cheol who broke away first, flicking a tongue over his previously-occupied lips while trying to find your hand through his half-lidded eyes. having been in a better state, you found his first and allowed him to drag you to the edge of his bed. he sat down, hand still gripping yours, and you waited for him to speak. with seungcheol, you could withstand patience— he was too much of an overthinker, so the times he could make decisions fast were always valuable.

you swung your hand a little, playful, watching him poke his cheek with his tongue before his dimples broke through. “you look sleepy.”

“just a little bit,” you laughed, light.

he raised his eyebrow, smile drooping into a smirk. “that’s okay. you don’t need to do too much work today. on your knees, baby.”

“what are we doing?” you asked, flush painting your cheeks at his words as you crouched down. in truth, it wasn’t actually his words, more the way his already deep voice seemed to have dropped an octave. in the midst of the night and the solitary of his room, you realize just how much you missed him.

—

2017.

“cheol-cheollie!” you panted, hair covering your face (which was pressed into the mattress anyways, so the majority of your sight would be covered even if you tried pushing it out of the way).

said boy simply chuckled, watching your ass shake with every pound of his dick. “take it so good. too good for me.” (some things never change.) “having fun, y/n-ah? tell me- shit, tell me if you are.”

“like it, cheol! i-” the name you had known for the past couple of years faded into incoherant syllables as a big palm made contact with your ass.

“just like? damn, i thought i was a bit better than that.”

a moan immedietly escaped your lips, coming out more as a whine. “no! mmh- love it! love it so much, cheollie.... seung...”

“shh, y/n,” you heard above you, although quiet. it dawned on you that he had been speaking so calmly the entire time in contrast to your loud moans. “thank you, darling. you know what to do if it gets too much.”

of course you did— seungcheol didn’t even let you take off his shirt until you gave clear consent to what the two of you were going to do. you lifted your head a bit, craning it to the side to look at him through the wisps of your hair. “wanna... please- wanna cum!”

cheol tucked your hair behind your ears, flashing his gums at your fucked-out state. “of course, baby. think you can wait a minute, though?”

—

present day.

a hand making contact with your hair brought you out of your reminiscence.

he tilted his head down at you, “you’re pretty. can i fuck your mouth?”

“so blunt,” you murmured, hands already reaching for his drawstring.

his hands engulfed your hair, crafting a makeshift ponytail with his index and thumb acting as the tie. “you like it better when i’m shy? like the first time?”

when you finally undid the knot (you wondered what his technique to tying bows was, so unnecessarily secure) he lifted his hips for you to pull the trackpant low. “liar. you weren’t shy.. i could barely walk the next day.”

“and now i’m gonna make sure you can’t speak tomorrow.”

once his pants were low enough, he took ahold of his dick before you could. giving it a few pumps, seungcheol held it by the base, a somewhat elated grin on his face. “open up, baby.”

and you did— flattening your tongue a bit for show while making eye contact with seungcheol. his cock was then shoved against your tongue, the culprit’s eyes narrowing above you. with your tongue on his underside, you licked a stripe up, holding the point of your tongue to the tip of his shaft. with a little boost of confidence from the sharp breath the boy offered, your lips wrapped around his tip, slowly starting to take him inch by inch.

a bit more pressure was applied against your head, sending you closer to his base in a swift motion. you whined a bit around his length, but seungcheol only chuckled.

“you’re a bit annoying sometimes. why can’t you be my good girl? just this once?”

you began to slide off his cock to protest, reassure, argue, something, but cheol only bucked his hips further into your mouth, your nose brushing against his skin.

he built up a bit of a rhythm, pushing your head up and down his dick at his own speed. and that speed was fast, your mouth not even moving around him. you figured it was worth it, worth hearing his deep grunts and pleasured moans, but you had better ideas.

you reached up and grabbing his arm, his movements halting immedietly. sensing his furrowed brows even if you no longer held eye contact, you didn’t let give him time to inquire your actions before you pushed off his cock and brought it back in. he hit so deep in your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat, you felt hot wetness streaming your cheeks as you tried not to gag. the discomfort disappeared as soon as it came as seungcheol released another, much louder, moan.

you hollowed your cheeks and continued to suck: up and down his cock, kitten licks and kisses around the diameter, mewls and hums vibrating down his length. it seemed to do the trick just fine, one hand previously having been gripping your hair abandoned to tangle the sheets and the other impressively strong on your scalp.

his breathing was getting heavier, and you had already predicted his next words. “close, baby... m’ gonna cum soon,” he warned.

you made no effort to move, though, making sure he knew where his cum would go. on your lips. under your tongue. down your throat.

so, when he released with the prettiest sound, you held it in your mouth until his eyes fluttered open. (you always wondered if he had ever tried wearing mascara or something.) once sure his eyes were back on you, you gulped as visibly as possible and stuck out your tongue for him to see.

see? i am a good girl. your good girl. i’ve always liked you, a bit more than the rest. don’t we have our own connection? i would do anything for you, i think. thank you for everything.

he offered a smile and pat his thigh, signalling for you to replace yourself on his lap. you did just that, tipping your head back as his mouth latched onto your earlobe. “i was lying, you know?” he spoke against your skin. “you’re always the best. a brat, but i love it.”

and you felt like this was a safe place, a place for honesty and love and comfort. so, regardless of knowing how he would take it, you spoke your mind.

“i’d do anything for you.”

it wasn’t your preferred reaction (you actually didn’t know how you wanted him to react or even what you expected from him, just not this) but it was still music to your ears, the dark chuckles that seemed to be his favorite way of expression today. “right back at you.”

a pause for him to suck your neck.

“i’m so happy. so happy i have you.”

and it was true. no matter what you were, you had each other.

“love you, cheollie.”

that much you could say without problems. he knew it was true. you knew it was the same for him, right?

“love you too, my y/n.”

of course it was, why did you doubt him? how could you think he would shake his head or lie when he said it so quickly, like it was the only thing he studied for on the entire test? why did you not believe him for a second? why do you care? what do you want from him?

“let me make you feel good. grind on my lap, i know you’re wet.”

of course he did, he knew everything about you. he knew all the times you’ve cried, he knows your favorite color. he knows what breed pet you want in a few years, he knows your favorite seventeen song, he knows which members you’re with at all times for safety. why did you trust him so much?

your daze didn’t stop you from complying, rolling your hips on his lap and shamelessly moaning into his neck to chase your high.

of course, it was because he was one of your closest friends. he meant the world to you. you were so grateful to have him.

one day, someone else will have him, you reminded yourself. have the perfect boyfriend, husband, leader, best friend, choi seungcheol in their mouth like you did a bit ago. have him in their arms like you always find yourself begging for. and they’ll be in his heart, on his mind, in his life as his.

and of course, you had no right to be bitter. you were still a mess on top of his thigh, his hand still occupied your folds in this moment and you still pulled him in for a kiss. you still came on his hand, he still licked your cum off his fingers. he still pulled you beside him in his bed, under the covers. you still had him, for now.

you thought again: did you actually want something with seungcheol, or is he so close that it’s just too easy to imagine? would you actually ruin everything for seungcheol?

“you’ll always have me. i hope it’s the same vice versa,” seungcheol’s arms tightened around your shoulders.

“of course it is. go to sleep, my forever-boy.”

you could say that much tonight.

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monacodaydreaming · 2 years

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Greek Escapade

You opened your eyes to see the white mesh curtains blowing into your room from the balcony, on your final day in Greece. You wiggled your toes after stretching your whole body in bed. You rolled onto your side only to find a certain someone was no longer beside you.

You sat upright in bed and turned to face the balcony once more, and sure enough there he was.

You threw the cotton sheet off your body and gently placed your feet onto the cold ground. You tiptoed over to the balcony doors as quietly as you possibly could and observed him from behind the sheer white curtains a little longer.

He was sat reading something off his phone, mumbling out loud to himself.

"since the day..no, no. Since the mome-"

"Mon amour?" Pierre spun in his chair locking his phone screen in the process at the sudden intrusion of your voice. His face lit up as he saw you stood there in your white nightgown. You couldn't help but blush under his stare.

"Cherie." He held out his hand to you, signalling for you to come closer. You held the curtain out the way and made you way over to him. Grabbing his hand and looping it around your waist, you lowered yourself into his lap. You settled there leaning back into him and placing a gentle kiss onto the back of his hand.

"Who were you talking to just then?" You questioned tilting you head to face him. He turned to you, scanning over your face for a moment before bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. You instinctively melted into his touch.

"No-one Cherie. I was talking to no-one." He leant to you and placed a deep kiss to your lips which you hummed into. "Do you want to go for some breakfast now?" he asked you after breaking away from your kiss.

"Mmm, yes please." You smiled leaning your head against his shoulder. He placed another kiss atop your head.

"Come on then Mon Amour, let's go."

When you entered the restaurant you were seated by the host who you both thanked. "Can i get you both something to drink?" The host asked you.

"Can i have an iced soya latte please?" You answered smiling up at the woman.

"I'll have an iced americano please" She smiled at both you and Pierre before walking away.

"I don't want to leave" You spoke quietly facing out at the view of the resort and the sea.

"Neither do I my love." You turned to look at him, he was beautiful. Your breath caught in your throat everytime he looked at you. You were obsessed.

You were pulled out of your trance by the sudden appearance of a young boy and a man who you assumed was his father.

"Excuse me." The boy started shakily and you couldn't help but smile at him from you seat. "Mr. Gasly, could I get a picture with you?"

You watched as Pierres face lit up at the question. "But of course little man!" He practically jumped out of his seat and wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the young boy. Pierre had to kneel down to make sure that he was level with the boy. He smiled brightly for the photo and your heart beamed.

You were infatuated with the man.

The pair said their goodbyes and Pierre sat back down in his seat.

"Well that was adorable." You smiled at him causing Pierre to blush ever so slightly at your words.

You had been lying out by your private pool whilst Pierre had been at the gym. You were able to take a break from working out for a couple of weeks whilst you were on holiday together, Pierre had no such luxury due to the demanding nature of his job.

You had been reading but were growing more and more sleepy under the suns intense heat. So you placed the book down on the table beside you and got up to have a dip in the pool in an attempt to cool down and wake yourself up. You dipped your head under the water and swam a couple of lengths before lying on your back and floating there peacefully with your eyes closed. You had been like these for only a few seconds when you felt movement in the water. You lifted your head and began treading water and noticed Pierre swimming over to you.

God he looked so beautiful like this.

When he reached you he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders playing with his hair at the base of his neck.

"I missed you" you whispered to him. So he knew it was only meant for him.

"I've only been gone a little under two hours."

"Too long." You leant forward and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head whilst the other gripped his shoulder to pull him closer to you. You could feel his grip tighten on your thighs and you warmed to his touch.

Your kiss grew deeper and more needy. Your nails began to dig into Pierres shoulder as he was walking you back to the edge of the pool. You let out a little gasp as your back touched the wall. Pierres kiss left your lips and moved to you neck. He worked slowly, leaving a little trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest. You could feel yourself losing your breath as each kiss he left on your skin made finding air even more difficult. You dropped your head back until it rested on the edge of the pool allowing him to access the whole of your neck. He stopped at one particular area just at the base of you neck near to you collarbone where he nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a mark for all to see.

You lifted your head back up. "Pierre" you were whispering, he stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes. "Please, I want you." He stared at you for a couple of seconds before attaching his lips to your again. You felt as one of his hands left your thigh and moved to your pussy. His index finger reaching inside of your bikini bottoms marking a line up through your folds. You let out a gasp into Pierres mouth and tilted your head back ever so slightly squeezing your eyes shut at his touch. When you opened them again and found his eyes staring at you deeply, he was looking at you with such adoration. He held his eye contact as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. “Oh my god.” You sighed out at the feeling of him inside you, pleasure was taking over your body. You pulled yourself closer to him again reattaching your lips to his again. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an agonisingly slow pace. “Please I need to feel you.” You whispered against his lips.

He wasted no time in pulling his swimming trunks off his lower half keeping you pressed up against the wall and his body. You felt as his fingers pushed your bottoms to the side. You dropped your forehead to his shoulder as you felt his tip dragging over your centre. A gasp escaped from your lips as he slowly pushed himself in you.

“Oh my god.” He breathed out as you took in his length. You lifted your head from his shoulder to rest it against his forehead. “Oh my god, you feel amazing.” He thrusted into you, deeply and slowly. As if he was soaking in as much of you as he could in this moment. “I love you so much” You kissed him again.

You had just finished blowdrying your hair after showering to get ready for dinner. It was your last day in your little greek bubble with Pierre. You would both fly home tomorrow and then it was back to reality. Back to races, back to seeing each other only at weekends. This holiday had been bliss and you weren’t ready for it to be over. You applied some makeup and then pulled on your white dress.

You picked out some earrings and then looked over your appearance in the mirror. “Mon amour.” You called to Pierre who was in the bathroom.

“Mmm?” he called back.

“I’m ready, I’m just going to go out to the balcony for a moment.” You called back to him. “Join me when you’re ready. He called back to you that he would and you made your way outside to the balcony. You placed both your forearms against the edge and leaned over taking in the view. You wished that you could stay here.

This two weeks had been filled with laughter, peace, a lot of sex and most importantly Pierre. You hadn’t seen him as happy as he had been here for the amount of time that you had known him. He was completely at ease here, he was like a different man.

“Cherie.” His voice startled you and you placed a hand to your chest before turning round to see him. Only you were shocked even more by seeing him knelt on the ground on one knee. Your eyed widened ever so slightly and your hand came to cover your mouth. “Mon Amour.” He continued and you could already feel tears forming in your eyes. “I have wanted to do this for longer than you can know, but I wanted to do it where it was just us, together with no-one else around.”

He looked nervous, but at the same time so confident. “My father always told me that, you’ll know she’s the one when you can’t remember how life was before her.” He stopped to let out a shaky breath. “My love…you have changed me in so many ways. You’ve brought so much colour to my life. So much so that I can’t remember how I ever existed in such a grey world before you.” You felt as a small tear fell down your cheek at his words.

“I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’ve become a better man because of you, and I need you to know that you will always be the most important thing to me. I don’t just want you by my side, I need you there. I don’t want to live another day without you.” You let out a teary smile at his words.

“Will you marry me?” You paused, not because you were unsure. Not because you needed time to think, but because you were so shocked by his words that you felt frozen in time. You eventually brought a hand up to wipe the tears that had escaped your eyes before kneeling down to his level and wrapping both your hands around his that was holding out the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yes.” You whispered to him. A large smily overtook his whole face at your words, which you mirrored.

“Yes?”

“Of course yes, Pierre.” You grabbed his face and pulled him to you placing a kiss to his lips. You felt as his arms wrapped around your back and he stood to his feet and spun you round on the spot, causing you to let out a squeal. When he dropped you back down he grabbed a hold of your left hand and slid the ring onto your ring finger. You gasped as you stared down at it sitting there, before looking to him once more. “Oh my god, I love you.”

“I love you. Forever.”

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lilmoony · 1 year

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Hm maybe Horace from MPHFPC x Shy/protective reader where the reader always gets infront of Horace to protect him. Maybe the reader and (Any peculiar child) get into an argument over something and Horace protects reader this time.

❝ the two times you protected him ; the one time he protected you ❞

pairing: horace somnusson x reader plot: you're always the one protecting horace. until one day he protects you too (set before jacob came in the loop) content: people teasing horace, some arguing, enoch is insufferable (i love him though), fluff if you squint word count: ≈ 1.6k words ps: i hope you'll like it <3

As every September 2nd 1940, you were sat with Horace on a little white bench in the gardon, your sketchbook in your hands. When you were little, your wish was to become a tailor and when you came in Cairnholm, you found a friend who could help you: Horace. Except him, you were great friend with Emma, but that was it. Social relationships weren't really your thing: you always had trouble talking to people since you were a shy and introvert person.

"I need your help because I'm indecisive. My sketches may be subjects to change, okay?" you paused for a moment "I thought about doing a wrap dress just like Elsa Schiaparelli, do you remember?"

"Of course I do."

He went through the pages, nodding everytime.

"You did a beautiful work Y/N" he said while giving you back the sketchbook while you started to blush.

In forty (40) years, you had time to improve your drawing skills, and it really showed.

"It's not tha-"

Olive posted herself in front of you two, shade replacing the sun.

"Hello you two! The boys' balloon is stuck in a tree. They need your help Y/N."

"O-okay, I'm coming back," you said while getting up.

You put down your sketchbook on the bench, next to Horace. Olive took your place, beginning to talk with Horace. You headed towards Millard and Hugues, who were looking a the ballon, which was really high. Depending on who was available, it was either you or Emma who helped with high things. Emma could levitate; you had telekinesis.

"How did you even manage to do this, boys? you asked them, concentrating on the balloon that you unstuck, then slowly lowered.

"It was not me, it was Hughes" replied Millard.

"You're a liar, it was you! accused Hughes.

You only shook your head, a little smile on your lips. You gave them the balloon and headed back to where Olive and Horace were. Something was wrong because you could swear Horace was embarrassed, his lips were pursed and a pinkish shade could be seen on his face. Olive had a big smile on her face and you heard a chuckle coming from her mouth.

"What is happening here?" you asked curiously.

"I really don't know," Olive answered, emphasizing on the "don't".

"Olive, stop it. I know you did something. Leave Horace alone."

"Okay, I'll leave you too," she got up and left you alone.

You waited for a little bit, watching her leave. She turned around at least twice before she got out of your sight.

"What happened?" you asked Horace, a concerned look on your face.

He cleared his throat.

"Nothing, don't worry"

You went back to your conversation, yet Horace wasn't the same and you could feel he was still embarrassed about what Olive had said to him earlier, whatever it might be.

*****

You were currently in the middle of your daily walk, hand in hand with your other friend: Emma. You were talking about animals, one of the subjects she loved to talk about with you.

"You know, when I was a kid, I loved frogs and butterflies. I still do! And one day, my teacher asked us to draw our favorite animal. I didn't know what to choose between these two; I was so indecisive back then. So I decided to draw a frog and a butterfly," you began to tell your story.

"You drew a frog and a butterfly? These are two animals, not one."

"Well, it was... Because I drew a frog with wings and called it a frogerfly."

Emma chuckled. You loved her laughs, and they never failed to make you smile.

"A frogerfly?" she asked, trying to stop her laugh which was beginning to hurt her belly.

"Yes, a frogerfly! And it was a beautiful frogerfly Emma!"

"Oh, I can imagine that!"

You and Emma were caught up in your conversation. Yet, at a moment, you heard some ruckus and a voice shouting. You, Emma and Miss Peregrine, who was almost next to you, turned quickly, confused. Miss Peregrine had, in addition, a frown on her face. The voice you heard was none other than Enoch's, who seemed pretty upset. About what? Well, we never really know. Enoch always seems annoyed.

"Are you serious?" Enoch shouted.

You couldn't say anymore you didn't know who he was talking to. Indeed, everyone had stopped walking, all looking at the noise caused by Enoch. In front of him was Horace, a calm yet confused look on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Enoch. Please calm down," Horace's voice was cut off again by an exasperated sigh Enoch let out.

"Stop lying and just admit it" Enoch made a step forward towards Horace.

"Enoch, please stop and care explain yourself" exclaimed Miss Peregrine, everyone now was looking at her, except for Enoch who was still looking annoyed at Horace.

"He knows really well" answered the concerned.

"In fact, I don't. Please, enlighten me," replied Horace, his voice extremely calm as Enoch huffed in annoyance.

You went towards them.

"If you won't say what happened, leave Horace. And stop opportuning our walk please," your voice was pretty calm despite the fact that you were talking in front of everyone, who were nodding at your statement.

"It's weird how you always have something to say when it comes to Horace, isn't it? Enoch asked you rhetorically before heading towards Miss Peregrine as your cheeks reddened.

Fortunately, nobody said anything about the comment Enoch had just made, and you could never thank them enough for that. Yet it was true: you had always something to say because he was your friend. Even if your relationship was considered as friendship, you didn't have friendly feelings towards him but rather more romantic feelings.

You all continued your daily walk as if nothing happened. You were now talking with Horace; Emma was trying to talk to Enoch who stopped talking for the rest of the day. So she went to Olive instead, not wanting to disturb you and Horace.

*****

You were currently in the library, searching for the next book you were going to read. Forty (40) years after the beginning of the loop, there were still books you've never read. After some time, you finally decided to read The War of the Worlds, by H. G. Wells. A science-fiction novel. Not your favorite genre, but you liked reading, and one of your objectives was to read the entire library before the twentieth century would come to an end.

You heard someone some steps in the corridor and directly figured out who it was.

"Hello Y/N..." a little voice spoke behind your back.

"Hello Bronwyn," you turned to her. "What do you need, my sweet Bronwyn?"

She loved hearing this nickname in your mouth, and she smiled.

"Could you come in my bedroom? My teddy bear is on the wardrobe, and I can't reach it," she said to you while you frowned a little bit.

"Why is it on your wardrobe?" you let down The War of the Worlds on one of the shelves.

"I think he climbed on it during the night," you couldn't help but smile when you heard her words.

"Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"

You followed her in the corridor when Miss Peregrine's voice call you out.

"Y/N, could you please bring this jar of formalin to Enoch? He forgot it."

"Yes, of course Miss Peregrine."

You took the jar and went upstairs, Bronwyn in front of you. When arriving on the second floor, you headed to Enoch's experiment room, as you called it, while Bronwyn went in her room, waiting for you. Enoch wasn't in his room, so you decided to put down the jar on his table. You walked in the room, not really confident in entering the experiment room while Enoch is absent. But he wasn't really absent.

"Y/N! What are you doing?" a voice shouted at you.

It startled you, almost dropping the jar on the floor. You turned to him, who was standing at the door.

"I- Miss Peregrine told-" you tried to explain but he interrupted you.

"I don't care. You don't have the authorization to come in."

You frowned, confused.

"I didn't know we needed an au-"

"You're the only who need an authorization"

You couldn't say you weren't hurt at his words. Even though you weren't friends, it was still awful to hear this from a person you had to live with for eternity. You simply put down the jar on the table, causing a loud clash. He made a step towards you.

"What is happening? Is everything alright Y/N?" you heard a voice behind Enoch.

This voice belonged to Horace, and you couldn't help a little smile on your lips.

"She-" began Enoch before being cut off by Horace.

"I am speaking to Y/N, Enoch" his calm voice soothing you.

To say Horace's sentence shut Enoch up is an understatement. He was too baffled to answer back. You only shook your head negatively, looking at him while Enoch, as always, huffed in annoyance.

"Come Y/N, let's head to the garden and leave Enoch with his bad temper," he said while offering you his arm.

Some red appeared on your cheeks and you pursed your lips. You nodded and headed towards Horace.

"I have to go to see Bronwyn before," you remembered.

After giving back to Bronwyn her teddy bear, you spent the rest of the day with Horace in the garden, arm in arm. He reassured you about Enoch, telling you to ignore him. Your afternoon was full of joy. You had taken your book and were reading to Horace, who was listening to you, a smile on his face, and watching dreamily.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader #horace somnusson x reader #horace somnusson imagine

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Twisted Wonderland - The Secret is out

It has been a few years since everyone graduated from Night Raven. Everyone has grown up and been doing their own thing until a invitation on a reunion came into their mail. King Malleus was inviting them.

Everyone started planning, calling and paying for their ticket to Briar Valley, seeing old faces again and catching up with each other. Leona talked about how he was been assisting his brother with improving the kingdom, Ruggie has been doing better from Leona's availment with their homeland, Deuce was a police officer, Azul has restaurant chains across Twisted Wonderland, etc.

Alice caught sight of Lilia and approached the old fae, greeting him and asking how he has been doing. The retired man retold the land he bought with chickens running around and the cool air being relaxing in the morning where he sits on his porch with a cup of coffee.

She leaned towards him and whispered to him about knowing him put the blessing of health on her. "Heh heh, I knew you were figure it out. That blessing came in hand, didn't it?" She thanked him and he patted her shoulder with a wink.

Dinner was ready and everyone walked into the large dining room to take their seat and be served. The meal was great, every bite of food was flavorful and delicious. The large room was full with sounds of laugher and conversation that the king felt at peace.

The dessert was rolled out and placed in front of everyone. Alice paused at the word "Savior" written on the plate. She looked over to the plate next to her and saw the words "Grim killed you."

"M-Murderer? Why does my dessert say murderer?!" Grim yelled.

A young man stood in front of the table. "Because that is the truth. Your Majesty, I discovered a shocking truth that I thought you should be aware of."

Alice's heart started to race, feeling a pit in her stomach as the servant said, "you all were in a time loop and that monster killed you everytime."

She spoke up, "time loop? What are you talking about? What proof do you have for this claim?"

"What do you mean, Miss Winter? Surely Mr. Crowley told you about this."

"I don't know what you are talking about. And to believe a word from Crowley, come on."

"Why do you hide it? Should your friends, the ones you risk your life for, know about what that monster did to them?"

"Katelynn-" Malleus's voice froze her- "do you know what's going on?"

She stood up and looked at the servant. "Even if there was a time loop as you said, why does it matter now? Those events happened years ago and everyone has moved on. Why bring it up now?"

"Because-" the servant gritted his teeth- "I want that monster to be punished, to be killed for what he did to our king!"

The servant lunched forward at Grim and tried to grab the creature.

"Guards, restrain him!" The guards grabbed the servant at Malleus's call.

"Your Majesty, what are you-"

"How dare you ruin this night I planned for my friends, even calling one of them a monster and attempting to attack them."

"But he killed you! He killed you all repeatedly! You all were struck in a time loop until that woman released you!" The servant looked at Alice. "Tell them already!"

No, I can't do this. This secret will crush them. I can't-

"Katelynn-" she looked at Malleus- "please, tell us."

She took a deep breath, sat down and told them everything. The time loop, when she was told, the fact she wasn't the only one person who came here, the others who tried to save them and failed, and lastly the fact she was only person who broke the time loop.

Everyone shrunk into themselves as they listened, feelings of panic, disbelief and confusion kept them silence. When she finished and the room grew silent for a few seconds. Leona spoke up, "why didn't you tell us before?"

She responded, "think about it, you all went through a year of overblots, watched those people get kidnapped or be the one being kidnapped, watched Malleus overblot, Grim and me overblot, spent months worrying about if I'm coming back to you guys or not. Some of you watching me struggle and sitting in regret for not doing more during the battle between Grim just to be told you all been through it before. Be told Crowley has brought countless of people to this world to try and save you guys just to fail and have everything looped again."

Grim asked in a broken voice, "I actually killed you all?" Then started to sob loudly, calling himself a monster and apologizing for what he did.

Alice quickly went over to him and held him in her arms, hushing him. Everyone then started to cry as well, fighting the urge to scream, to break everything in the room, curl up in a ball. The conversation replayed in their head like a broken record.

Ace got up and went over to the servant and slapped him across the face. "I hope you're happy."

Malleus ordered the guards to get the servant out of his sight, then approached Alice and Grim, taking the creature into his arms and returning to his seat. Alice took the opportunity to comfort everyone and try to ease their frightened heart.

No one knows how long the former students were crying for, but eventually they calmed down and talked about it. Ruggie commented that's maybe why Crowley didn't do anything when an overblot happened because he saw it before.

Riddle asked if any of those who overbloted ever win.

Alice answered, "since it was a time loop, everything was most likely the same except for the person from another world."

"Do you know many times it has happened?" Riddle seemed scared at the possible answer.

"No, Crowley only told me what I did, explaining that I gave you guys a future and not just saved you."

"Wait, you knew what you really did for us, but still downgrade your accomplishment," Vil commented.

"Well, you guys didn't know about the second part, you only knew about my heroic act. And normally heroic action last a few years before being forgotten. I wasn't downgrade myself, I just was being realistic of other's point of view."

"But we now know what you truly did for us, how your acts were necessary." Malleus picked his glass and raised it up. "A toast to our hero."

Everyone followed and rasied their glasses. "To our hero!"

Alice weakly smiled, feeling complicated at the unexpected events that conspired tonight. "Cheers."

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Eddie does Lucille’s hair!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!eddie!masterlist!!

One more thing! Thank you so much for 800 followers! It truly does mean a lot!

Lucille had curls similar to Eddie’s, and what sucked even more is that she’s tender headed so everytime a curl was tugged on a little pout would fall on her face and it’d make you feel a little guilty about it, so you’d try to be even more gentle but that meant it took longer and the only one who minded that was Lucy.

Now Lucille always was a very patient child but today however, you aren’t home to style her hair for whatever reason which means Eddie is left to his own devices. And he’s so sure he’s going to be able to do it right that when you call home to ask if he’s done it he completely disregards any advice you give him. He styled his own hair for 12 years before he met you, and by style he means picking out his curls and putting no hair products…

Anyways, he’s sat in the living room Lucille happily eating a bowl of dry fruit loops while she watches her morning cartoons.

And he’s fumbling with the hairbrush. Eddie swears up and down he knows what he’s doing, because if he doesn’t admit he can’t style her hair how you do, he won’t feel as bad.

Once he finally gets the two sides slicked back he simply puts them into little ponytails. Good enough, she’s going through the stage where her hairs beginning to get thicker as she ages anyways so it’s just the right length to keep in pigtails which she loves sure they’re a little more messy than when her mommy does them but it’s ok cause they’re special!

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Hollywoods Bleeding - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Drugs, scandals, and lies. That is Bradley Bradshaw’s new life since he got pulled into the lime light with his new celebrity girlfriend. She’s been in some hot water with the press and her PR team thought her dating an American naval hero would be good to her image. They’re now the new ‘it’ couple; however only one of them knows that the relationship is fake.

Masterlist | Previous Chapter

Meet me in my office at 8.

When you got the text, you had debated staying in bed. You had debated lying to Anna. You could’ve played sick. You could’ve faked a fever. Any of that would have been better than what you were being told right now. The words that were leaving your publicists lips had to have been wrong. They absolutely had to be.

“Fake dating?” You repeated the words back exactly as you heard them, a sour taste following their wake on your lips. Your arms were now out in front of you on the table, a shell shocked look on your face as you watched the picture of you hugging Bradley show up on the main board. You knew the picture was making rounds and serving up gossip, but this seemed excessive.

“Yes. Exactly. You need this to save your image. Lost actress gets swept away by an American hero. It’s absolutely perfect.” She was making grand gestures with her hands, a bright and proud smile on her face. “I mean, the tabloids already love you two. You’re on the cover of every single cheesy gossip magazine.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head, feeling a migraine coming on. “And if I say no?” You barely dared to ask the question as you glanced up at the woman in front of you, her shoulders shrugging. “Honey. I don’t know if you’ll have a career anymore if you say no. Your ratings are absolutely tanking. Streaking through a neighborhood while being absolutely high out of your mind isn’t a good look.” She dared to remind you of the latest scandal you had been apart of and you let out an audible groan. Your forehead hit the palm of your hand as you sat there and contemplated.

Fake dating. It was never something you had considered. But, it would basically be another acting job, right? Just play pretend until all of the bad press is gone. That couldn’t be too hard. “When do we tell him about the plan?” Your question implied you were interested, an excited squeal leaving the lips of your publicist.

“Well, actually. We don’t. He can’t know it’s fake.” And that’s when it hit you like a brick. They wanted you to do this and act like it was 100% authentic. Not only did the tabloids have to believe your show, but your new “boyfriend” had too as well. You sighed as you realized you had no other choice, a curt nod occurring before your next words left your lips. “I’m in. When do we start?”

“Tonight. You and him are going out tonight. The paparazzi are already in the loop and prepared. We just need you to make sure that he is with you.”

You let out a sigh, deciding your fate was already sealed. You pulled the crumpled up paper out of your wallet, thanking a higher power that you didn’t end up tossing it when you thought about it. You typed in the number and invited Bradley out for a drink that night, praying that he didn’t say no.

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That night started the first of many dates with Bradley. You went into this knowing you wouldn't get attached, but you were soon finding that he was a very likeable man. He was a gentleman and a tease all wrapped in one and it absolutely drove you crazy in the best way. Conversation was so easy with him and he had a very charasmatic energy that kept drawing you closer and closer to him.

Everytime the two of you went out, his arm was protectively wrapped around your waist. He wanted to protect you and that was exactly what he was going to do. More often than not, he used his own body as a shield to get you through the mob of cameras and gossip greedy men. He would always look behind to check and make sure you were okay, knowing damn well he would already knock someone out for you.

Normally, Bradley wouldn't have been a relationship man because he knew how dangerous his life was. He never knew if he was going to be able to come home and he always vowed to never leave a girl stranded like his dad left his mom. However, the more that he spent time with you, he could see some of the appeal of inviting someone in.

You were the kind of girl that he knew he would have never had a chance with if it wasn't for the one in a million way you two had met. But, now as you were curled up beside him; his shirt looking like a dress on you, he knew he wasn't going to question how you came into his life. Hell, he knew Hangman would kill him if he did. The blonde aviator had a field day telling rooster how he didn't deserve the very girl he had pulled, but it was all in good-humored fun.

He felt himself coming back to the present as he let his fingers brush against some exposed skin on your waist, a smile coming to his lips at the content sigh that escaped yours. Your eyes peeked up at him from under his arm, a sleepy gaze taking over your features. Your beauty never failed to take his breath away, his fingers moving some stray hairs out of your face. "Will you be my girlfriend?" The words were meant to be a thought that he could ponder, but now he was realizing they were out in the open and your eyes were wide in shock as you pondered the answer.

You opened your mouth to respond when your phone rang; acting as a savior as you answered it.

And I am leaving you guys with that for this chapter, I am so excited to be getting deeper into this fic. I have so many ideas for it, you guys have no idea.

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#bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fanfic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw top gun #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw #rooster #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff

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rosenallies · 1 year

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“I can't leave if you're dead! don't you get that?! i'll revisit this place every time i close my eyes!” from the protective prompt w/ Movie Star AU. Sasha and Anetra are practicing a scene from the movie in Sasha’s hotel room. At the end of the scene there’s a dramatic kiss 🤭

This isn’t giving protective at all but hey 😭😭 ty for sending this <3

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Anetra’s eyes scanned the script in front of her, hyper aware of the way Sasha watched her instead of looking at her own printed script, which sat on the desk, discarded. Of course she’s already off book, Anetra thought to herself. They’d only had the 450 page script for a month and her co-star seemilgly had it all together, lines and blocking in all.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sasha asked, pulling Anetra from her concentration on the words in front of her, namely the words in italics reading that she and Sasha were meant to kiss in this scene.

“Um,” Anetra stuttered, flushing dusty pink, “no, just trying to memorize my lines, I guess.”

Sasha chuckled. “I remember my first movie-“

Anetra was quick interupt her. “This isn’t my first movie.”

“You didn’t let me finish. I meant to say that I remember my first movie kiss.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Sasha replied with a wink, “just relax, okay? We’ll start from line 15?”

Anetra nodded, ignoring the pang of anxiety in her stomach and the way her heart started to beat out of her chest. She took a deep breath and let her setting into character.

“I can’t leave if you’re dead! Don’t you get that?! I’ll revisit this place everytime I close my eyes!”

Sasha stepped closer, grabbing onto her wrist. “Nothing bad is going to happen. We can just-“

“We can’t,” Anetra hissed, “someone will find out.”

Sasha looked at her intensely, Anetra’s heart pounding. She couldn’t tell if she was so in character she felt her character’s emotions or if this was something real. She ignored the fact that she still had the script in front of her.

“Let them. Let them find out, who cares?”

“We should,” Anetra whispered, taking a step toward her.

“Should we?”

The dialogue paused, Anetra wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans as Sasha came closer. Sasha nodded slightly before surging forward and pressing her lips into Anetra’s.

While they kissed, Anetra felt like the world was standing still, everything around her disappeared and all that mattered was Sasha and her soft lips and the way her arms were looped loosely around her waist.

It was all that mattered until the kids was over and Sasha pulled away.

“I think we could do better,” she said, “it’s supposed to be more dramatic. It was lacking passion.”

“Uh, yeah, I agree,” Anetra muttered, stepping backward, careful not to trip over her own two feet as she backed away, “but I’m pretty beat, I’m gonna go back to my room. We have a long day on set tomorrow.”

“Okay, night, Netra,” Sasha replied with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Anetra nodded, muttering a quick goodnight as she slipped out the door, shutting it behind her and letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. Her heart still beat fast and her hands shook. She speed walked back to her room, ignoring the chorus of thoughts running though her brain saying that it was the best kiss she’d ever had, despite it not being real.

#do not ask me the plot of the movie they’re in bc idk fr #maybe that’s something I should have thought about #maybe the movie is set in the 50’s idk #I toyed with the idea of having the whole au set in the 50’s #Evelyn hugo vibes #but then it’s unlikely they’d be love interests in a movie #movie star au #prompt request

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scribblelegs · 11 months

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Cheers to those good songs - that bring those nostalgic memories flowing back like a wave that you can’t stop.. crashing against the in sides of your membrane inside your head making you relive the most beautiful moments of your life in a loop.

I think of the day I die often, it’s like a memory in my mind that I’ve already seen 100 times over.

It brings tears to my eyes every time and I wish I could stop it but I can’t.

The compulsive ways that my mind brings me to tears is unstoppable sad and beautiful.

Profoundly moving it takes me back to painted sunsets over the Midwest city skylines so eloquently placed I could live here forever.

How i imagine the pain of my loved ones and the bottomless feeling it brings to never see them again in this form. A lifeless body that once brought so much to the world, so much we can can feel it all around us even today.

I miss my friends who’ve gone away and passed on.

How my mind can switch from beautiful to pain with the strike of a chord, I see the pictures we took and gather my thoughts as a tear forms in my eyes

those times are long gone but fresh they live inside my spirit.

I love and hate the ways of my cruel brain in broken world. How self aware yet clueless I really am.

I’m alive,‘

I can breathe she said after her stint in the Psych ward .

after bouts of agony I could feel through her wounds and the itch of her scars.

How I remember the moments that brought them to her body, how the body repairs and mends the damages we can’t escape our minds from doing to ourselves.

This Life is pain and the torture of living can become overwhelming

How memories never die long after we’re Gone

like an imprint in time. We mattered. We matter.

How the stains of her blood cascading from her gashes, so bright and so open like a butterflies wings scattering onto a white fur carpet over a wooden floor.

How blood pooled like en endless wave brought upon by emotion wreckage and self mutilation.

How it healed her in times of struggle need and the hope tthat didn’t exist. How each slice was therapeutic in a way, for her.

How the droplets scattered like a map of lines on a distant highway that was lost from another dimension.

It all seemed so surreal in this foggy haze of panic I had to be calm.

And we sat there trying to understand this unforgiving world we’d been placed in.

Where we didn’t belong and never felt home.It was unlike the movies.

The terror it brings when you watch your best friend in the exact moments she’s questioning her existence.

How I cried endlessly into the void helping her wash her wounds, reassuring her of love and compassion the world forgot to show her.

How god abandoned us like a thief in the night stealing our hope and joy.

I love her I can feel her pain. I am scared and frozen in a bottomless pit of disparity god casted upon us like an unforgiving cruel joke.

We were kindred souls lost in a drain pipe reaching for air and drowning as the blood moved From her arms, to the bottom of the tub swirling down the drain

Sadness was all I could feel as I washed her wounds and dried my eyes.

Our angels were not there as the night folded into morning all i could do was cry and in darkness we sat together alone in a shadow we created.

As her scars fade with grace and turn to a shimmery lavender where the skin once was jaded and torn

I’m remindedOf love.-

How every time I said I love you I meant it.

How deeply I miss you.

& how I write to people like it’s the last letter they’d ever see from me and how I hold my friends so close, like a ribbon hugging a bouquet I admire the ones who love me and cherish our time together deeply like an old rooted plant - [

You never know when the last I love you will be . So say it again and again if you can.

Mean it everytime.

Because I am glad you’re alive at the same time as me.

Our purpose may be unknown for some but that doesn’t mean it does not exist.

Cheers, life is so beautiful

💊🧠

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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strawberry fields - mason mount

summary: you and mason find yourselves being the only ones in the fields, and what happens under the trees should stay quiet.

warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, dom!mason, sub!reader, oral (m, f), 69, dirty talk, daddy kink, petnames, vulgur language, fingering, hair pulling, breeding kink (blink and you’ll miss it)

requests are closed.

“mason, come on stop dragging behind, the basket isn’t that heavy.”

your boyfriend frowned when you spun around to face him from your place a few paces ahead, wearing that pretty blue sundress he bought you while he was on holiday. his sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose and sweat formed at the crease between his eyebrows as he watched on, your converse getting dusty amidst all the dried mud from the walk through the carrot patches and grass that needed some moisture, the sun beating down on your figure and making you look ethereal.

“you’re wrong, it’s heavier than it looks,” mason pouted, “and hanging back here means i get to look at your arse in that dress.”

you rolled your eyes at his comment, but soon a smirk crept up on your face that told him you enjoyed it. summer was fast approaching, with spring almost over and you’d taken the rarity that was mason’s day off in the surprisingly warm weather to drag him fruit picking. it wasn’t his cup of tea, and if you were being honest it wasn’t really yours either, but it seemed fun and you got a kick out of seeing mason be humbled by the stubborn fruits refusing to be pulled from their branches.

“you’re such a perv, do you know that?”

mason soon caught up with you when you stopped, despite your itching to get to the strawberry patches at the other end of the field, and his fingers looped through yours as he held the basket in his other hand, full of oranges and apples.

“you’ve mentioned it once or twice,” he replied, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you walked.

he cursed himself for buying you that dress, his body filling with instant regret as his eyes trailed over your figure within it, the way your boobs spilled out slightly from the top and the way the material floated across your legs, the curves of your bum threatening to poke out everytime you bent over, or a gust of wind blew in the wrong direction.

“it’s quiet,” mason stated while you walked, ever closer to the strawberry field. there was hardly anyone around, what with it being just gone twelve on a tuesday, and for once it was nice to not get bombarded. a few trees sat along the edge of the field on a slight hill with some benches, and from most angles it was difficult to see among the trees.

“maybe when we’re done picking strawberries we can eat them under the trees,” you stated, a twinkle in your eye that told him your motives weren’t completely innocent. “does that sound good?”

he knew what you were doing, but for once he decided to string you out and let it slide, for now at least. “sounds great, princess,” mason hummed, stopping for a second underneath the shade of a few thin trees, “but i’m not sure i can wait that long for a little taste.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, feigning innocence as he put down the basket and pulled you in at the waist, his fingers bunching around the thin material of your dress and pushing it up slowly. his lips found yours, catching them softly and sharply, pulling away before you truly got the time to sink into it. he pulled at your dress again, and dipped his head to watch it inch higher and higher up your legs until he’d pulled it up to your hips.

the lacy white thong being the only thing covering your pussy from him caused a low grumbling noise to form at the back of his throat, “look at you, dressed so innocently so that nobody would ever question what kind of a slut you are underneath,” he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled harshly as one of his fingers found your clit, circling the bud, “all for me, hm?”

you nodded, a whimper leaving your lips when he dragged his finger between your folds and brought it to his lips, sucking your juices from around it. “i can already tell you’re the sweetest thing i’m gonna taste in this field today,” he said, holding his index finger at your mouth to let you taste the remnants of yourself on it, “is that what you want, hm? want me to fuck you in the middle of the field?”

you nodded, opening your mouth to form words but unable to when the back of it went dry. mason tutted, but before he could scold you, you nodded, “y-yes, mason, please fuck me, i’ll be good i promise.”

“you’ve got to earn it first, kitten,” he replied, his lips sucking a harsh red spot into the skin of your neck and causing you to tug at his hair, “then i’ll think about fucking you, okay?”

you nodded, and switched places. your back rested against the bark of the tree and when mason sank to his knees your stomach was doing backflips, and you were positive you could feel an orgasm creeping up already. he grabbed your leg, flinging it over his shoulder and pushing up your dress.

his tongue made contact with your clit, flicking the bud back and forth, and as he eased himself into it you threw your head against the tree, fighting back a moan despite the fact you were the only two in sight. his fingers gripped at your leg on his shoulder, while the other hand let go of your dress and you watched as he dissapeared under the material.

you pulled it up to your waist and held it there, watching as his head moved with each lick of his tongue. “fuck, mason, right there, please don’t stop,” you whined, free hand tugging on his long locks of hair, “you feel so good.”

his fingers dipped inside of you, no doubt stretching you out for what would become later activities, and his lips pursed around your clit as he hummed against you. he could feel his boxers beginning to tighten at your noises and it made his head reel. he pulled off of your clit with a pop and moved so his tongue was teasing around his fingers, and his nose was bumping your clit. the feeling made you cry out, and he smirked against your skin.

your walls clenched and tightened around his fingers as he pushed and scissored them inside of you, and you cried out again. “mason, you’re so - oh fuck, please can i...?”

“nope,” he pulled away from your pussy despite your iminiment orgasm, and it made you shiver, irritated. “i said i only wanted a taste, i never said you coud cum.”

his fingers continued to work inside of you despite his words, and you knew he wanted to bring you right to the very brink, pushing it off for as long as possible to leave you desperate and whining. he could see the look of pleasure on your face at the lazy draws of his fingers, the clouded shine in your eyes and he shook his head, “don’t cum yet, kitten, or else you won’t have earned a fucking, will you?”

you shook your head, and bit down on your lip as mason continued to finger you, only the loud and wet noises filling the air among you.

“mason i - i can’t hold it, please let me cum.”

all he did in response was pull his fingers out of you, smirking when he tasted you on them, hearing your low little whimper at the loss of contact as he did so. your breath was ragged, never settling as the pair of you walked up to the strawberry patch, your thoughts about eating fruits under the trees long gone as he dragged you into the bushes.

while the two of you picked strawberries, you tried your hardest to get him to touch you for longer than a few minutes at most, but it was unsuccessful. when you’d bend over he’d press into you and you’d feel his bulge against your bum, or he would lean over you and press kisses against your back while bringing his hands around to touch your boobs through the dress. when you got to the end of a string of bushes, he would pull you in and kiss you hotly while his fingers lazily circled your clit, all while reminding you not to cum.

after what felt like hours in the field, mason couldn’t hold it in anymore, the incessant need to bend you over or watch you bounce on his dick far too much for him now, and he pulled you under the shade of the trees. within seconds, you sunk to your knees, desperate to please him enough to get your delectable reward, and he didn’t stop you when your fingers pulled his jeans down his body until they pooled at his ankles.

“is this gonna earn me a good fucking, daddy?”

your words looped around in mason’s head, over and over again so much he thought he was going mad, and all he could do was groan at your words. you smirked.

“we’ll see, kitten,” he said after regaining his composure, watching you with eagle eyes as his dick sprung out from his boxers. the sight of it made you salivate, hard and leaking pre-cum, and when you wrapped your lips around it he moaned, “if you’re a good girl i’ll let you cum on my face.”

that was the incentive you needed, letting his dick slide to the back of your tongue and using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit down your throat. with every pullback of his dick down your throat he groaned, thrusting his hips forward every so often to leave his dick sitting against your tongue, feeling the way you gagged softly as his tip sat at the back.

your tongue swirled around his head, pushing yourself back and forth as you bobbed until eventually your nose hit his pubic bone, and as you spluttered and coughed around him he threw his head back, “fuck, such a good little slut for me,” he hissed, pulling you off of him momentarily so he could lay down underneath you, “d’you wanna cum?”

you nodded sheepishly, and as he lay there you crawled onto his torso and scooted back until you were hovering over his face, and as his tongue licked a stripe across your pussy you jolted forward, head resting in his lap beside his dick. his arms braced themselves around your thighs and he relished in your moans as you rocked back and forth against his face, the bridge of his nose rubbing up against your pussy as his tongue circled your clit.

“masey i’m gonna cum,” you whined, one hand jackng him off with the other braced on his chest, “please let me cum.”

he tapped you on the thigh twice, which told you you were allowed to cum, and as you rocked back and forth a few more times it didn’t take long before you unravelled, your orgasm washing over you as he guided you through it, your juices glistening over his face in the sunlight.

you spun around, lips immediately crashing into his to taste yourself against them, and as he sat up and groped your boobs through the material of the dress you whimpered. you stood up, bracing your hands against the bark of the tree and watching him over your shoulder.

“look at you,” he teased, “so desperate to get fucked in public you’re ready and waiting before i’ve even asked you.”

you nodded, and when he pushed his fingers inside of you to stretch you out some more you whined, “anyone could see us fucking out here, they could see how much of a dirty slut you are wanting daddy to fuck you,” he kissed along your neck from his position behind you, fingers deep and wet inside your pussy, “but i bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? such a dirty, desperate slut you don’t care who sees.”

“mhm,” was all you could say, and you felt pathetic at the lack of words forming in your throat, “please, daddy, i’ve been so good.”

mason tutted and pulled his fingers from out of you. for a minute you thought he would pull away and leave you desperate, but he didn’t. without warning, he pushed inside of you, the familiar feeling of your walls cushioning him as he dragged his hips.

you moaned, dropping your forehead to the back of your hand, the feeling of him burying himself inside of you a feeling like no other. “fuck, mason, you’re so big,” you stroked his ego, feeling his hips hit the cheeks of your bum, “and so fuckin’ good.”

he grunted behind you, his hips dragging forwards and backwards with enough force to have you seeing stars already. one of his hands grabbed at your hips while the other bunched at your hair, tugging half of it in his fist and pulling. “if you’re gonna moan for me i’d rather have my ego stroked than have you moan at the grass.” you moaned again, stroking his ego now more than ever purposely so you could cum before he changed his mind.

his pace was gruelling, his hips smashing into your bum at full force, the sounds of skin on skin and his dick nustling inside of you filling what felt like the entirety of the field rather than the air around you.

“masey i’m so close,” you whined, your eyes clenching shut at the inevitable force of which your orgasm was approaching, “please can i cum?”

“wait,” he demanded, “wait for me.”

he chased his own orgasm, the movement of his hips becoming jagged as he did so, the hand that was holding a bruising grip on your hip now moving to your clit, where he strummed it left and right in time with his thrusts. you took that as your sign that he was close, and couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“mason, fuck, fuck!”

it shot through you like a bullet, your legs shaking as he fucked you through it, your juices squirting out around his dick and leaving the skin on your thighs all sticky.

“holy shit, Y/N!”

mason held you in place as his dick twitched inside of you, hot spurts of his cum shooting up into your pussy and making you wriggle and writhe as you felt it trickle through you. he stayed inside of you for a bit longer, pulling out eventually once his dick had softened, and cleaned you up with his tongue and pushed what was leaking out of you back inside with his fingers.

you jolted at the sensitivity, and once he felt like you were clean enough he pulled away and helped you stand up properly. he pulled bits of bark from your hair and rubbed it from your palms, kissing at the red areas softly before picking the basket back up.

“i think these strawberries would taste much better in the bath with some champagne,” he kissed your nose, “what do you think?”

“that sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers and beginning the walk back to the car, “see, maybe coming to the strawberry fields wasn’t that bad.”

mason hummed. “yeah, maybe you’re right.”

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Anniversary

SUMMARY// Bucky forgetting your anniversary doesn't settle well with you

WARNINGS// smut, unprotected sex, light choking, spanking, mention of spit kink, a brief mention of sub!bucky, praise, hands tied by belt, light hair pulling, light dom/sub vibes, orgasm denial

AU// mafia!bucky x f!reader

NOTE// requests and asks are open as always, feedback is deeply appreciate

Your blood was boiling as you stomped your way down the stairs and to Bucky's office. Knocking twice before shoving the door open.

His gaze drifted from one of his men to you as you stood in the doorway, arms folded tightly across your chest. "What do you need, sweets?" He asked, leaning back in his leather chair. "You forgot something." You snapped, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together as he thought for a moment. "I'll be done in a few minutes, then you can tell me. Come sit." He pushed back in his chair a little, patting a large hand against his thick thigh. "You're a prick and I'm not sitting." You huffed, leaning back against the heavy wood of the door.

"Sugar, don't start." He warned through gritted teeth. His men keeping their eyes trained anywhere but the two of you.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed away from the wall to make your way to where he sat. Bucky's bionic hand reaching out to tug you by the waist onto his lap before continuing with his meeting.

You barely listened to what Bucky talked over with his men- plans for his business in the warehouse, his club and what to do about certain rivals who were getting too close to his territory.

He could tell you were still upset about whatever it was you had stormed in huffing about, his right hand lifting from the chair's armrest to caress your inner thigh.

You couldn't believe he would forget your anniversary. A year of putting up with late nights, random meetings that lasted anywhere from twenty minutes to multiple hours. Above all- dealing with the constant worry for his well being everytime he had to 'take care of something'.

Swatting his hand away, you heard Bucky clear his throat. "We're done here." He said, tone stern and jaw clenched tightly.

The men stood from the couch and chairs that faced the desk, Steve and Sam giving small waves to you as they walked towards the office doors.

"That didn't mean you." Bucky sighed, his patience threatening to snap as you stood from his lap. Watching as you sat in the chair Sam had been sitting in.

"Come here." He demanded, hands gripping the arm rests harshly. "No."

"Stop being a brat and come tell me what's wrong. Now." The authority in his voice had your thighs clenching together, eyes staying locked with his. "A year together and you just so happen to forget our anniversary." You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

His eyebrows raised, head tilting forward in disbelief. "That's what you came in here mad about?" He deadpanned. "Because you forgot, James!" You almost shouted at him, his chair rolling backwards as he stood to prod at the leather of his belt. "Over the desk."

"What?" Your eyes widened, watching as he made quick work to pull the belt from its loops. "Over. The. Desk." Bucky pointed, making you stumble to your feet. Keeping your steps steady as you listened to what he said.

Instead of turning towards the desk, you leaned back against it, looking up at Bucky. "I told you to turn around." He said lowly, his large body moving forward to trap you against the expensive wood. "You forgot." You retorted, his fingers working open the buttons of his dress shirt.

"Hm, you just love pissing me off, don't you, sweetheart." He grumbled, metal fingers reaching up to brush across your collarbone before wrapping around your neck.

You tried to keep your body from responding, hoping to piss him off as much as you had been when he didn't even mention the anniversary. But, Bucky noticed the steady rise and fall of your chest quickening and how you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

He leaned down so the tip of his nose brushed yours, pupils blown and jaw clenched. "Turn around." He growled, the pressure on the sides of your neck tightening.

"Fine." You spat, turning to lay your hands flat on the top of his desk. "Good girl." He hummed, flipping the skirt of your dress up to bare your backside to him. Groaning lightly when he saw the lack of underwear underneath.

You braced yourself for the sting of his large hand coming in contact with the swell of your ass, a mixture between a yelp and a moan passing your lips when a harsh smack landed to the flesh.

"Come in here with an attitude-" another smack made your body jolt and skin tingle. "And swat my hand away in front of my men." A third had you whining, your knees buckling before Bucky's fingers held your cheeks, turning your head so he could look at you. "I should give you more- but, you'd like it too much."

You exhaled a breath, eyes fluttering closed as cool, smooth metal of his left soothed the sting. "Hands."

You nodded, standing straight to let your arms fall to your sides. Whimpering softly when the Italian leather wrapped around your wrists, buckle tight against your skin before your chest was pressed to the desktop.

Bucky hummed in approval as his long, thick finger slipped through your folds, slick coating the insides of your thighs and slit.

"James, c'mon." You whined, wiggling your hips at him as he dropped his slacks to his ankles.

Bucky had never been comfortable enough to explore the filthier side of things until you came along. Never going further than a couple brisk slaps to a backside or a overstimulation.

The last twelve months had showed him a whole other side of sex. A side that came with finding his perfect match that'd made him want to venture into everything sex had to offer- emotional and physical.

He'd never known he'd get such a rush from seeing such a pretty mouth open for him to spit in, or the sight of the supple flesh of your ass marked up from his palm colliding with the skin.

And he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone know of the times when he'd let you be in control and he had been a squirming, begging mess under your touch.

"Buck, please, I'm sorry." You wiggled your hips again as he tapped his swollen head against your clit, his large hand gliding up your back to rest between your shoulder blades. "I know you are, babygirl." Bucky exhaled, teasing your entrance with gentle pushes. "Sorry you can't be a good boy and remember one simple thing."

That's what set him off. His hips snapping into your so forcefully the desk scooted slightly and the air was knocked from your lungs. Every inch of his cock dragging against your walls at a ruthless pace that had you mewling and panting.

Your body so wracked with pleasure from the rough pace you could barely register the filthy praises that rolled off of his tongue, let alone answer them. The slaps to your backside much lighter than the ones from before, Bucky's bionic hand slipping up your back to wrap your hair around his fingers.

He tugged lightly when your walls fluttered around him, a raspy moan reaching your ears. "Don't you fucking cum yet, sweetheart. Be a good girl and wait." He panted, teeth getting together. "Please, Bucky, I can't-" a high pitched moan cut you off from another tug to your hair.

"Yes, you can. I know what my girl can take." He purred, fingers of his right hand digging into your hips. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold off the bubbling warmth in your lower belly.

"I'd paint these walls red for you, and you think I'd forget our anniversary? I'd give you anything you want and more." He huffed out between deep moans. "Please-" you sobbed, tears prickling your lashline from the overwhelming pleasure the kept building in your core. Your legs wobbling under you.

"I've got you, baby. Just a little more." Bucky promised, his grip on you the only thing stopping your legs from giving out.

You tried your hardest not to think of how good he looked behind you, dress shirt unbuttoned to show the large tattoo on his ribcage and perfectly cut muscles of his chest and abdomen, slick with sweat as his piercing gaze raked over your form. But, keeping your eyes screwed shut wasn't helping, it was the only thing you could picture, you could almost feel his eyes watching as his hips bumped yours.

Bucky's head snapped up to look at the opening door, Steve oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding on Bucky's desk- though, the new presence in the room wasn't stopping him from slamming into you repeatedly.

"Shut the goddamn door." Bucky barked, the blondes eyes going wide before he stumbled backwards out of the room.

Bucky bent his body over yours, thrusts slowing into a grind. "Everyone 'round here knows how good you are for me. My good girl, no one else's." He breathed in your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the sultry tone. "Yours-" you keened, trying to extend your fingers to feel the tensing muscles of his abdomen. "Damn right, this tight pussy is mine. Cum, sweetheart."

The gentle order was all you needed to finally let go, body tensing and toes curling in your shoes as a pleasured cry tore from your throat. Bucky not far behind as you released around him, his own release mixing with yours as a string of curses slipped pass his lips- the rough grind of his hips making the edge of the desk dig into your skin.

For a moment, you thought you'd never finish riding the high. Your mind blanking briefly as Bucky's grip on your loosened, a content sigh leaving him.

"So perfect." He breathed, nosing your jaw as your body calmed down and the spinning in your head slowed. "Just needed me to fill you up. Isn't that right, sugar?" He said as he placed wet kisses to your neck, loosening the belt that bound your hands so he could pull it off. "Mhm." You hummed in response. "Love how needy you get."

Bucky wouldn't admit it, but he was just as needy. The craving he had for you never seeming to be fulfilled unless you were in arms reach.

Standing straight on jelly like legs, you turned to face Bucky as he fixed your skirt, catching your lips in his in a brief, yet loving, kiss.

"Reservations for dinner at 7, go get ready."

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