#**anyways. sorry i cropped you pepper :')

[aprilblossomgirl]

Fah Yongwaree as Gam in ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat Ep.06

[tojisun]

wwwwwhat if... bimbo!reader with biker!simon... 😣😣

i hope u know i went feral when i saw this!!! AHHHH

thats so fucking cute omg? thinking about biker!simon bringing bimbo!reader around on his bike; how he wraps his jacket around her waist because she's wearing pleated skirts or those long pencil ones.

or thinking about biker!simon messaging bimbo!reader the night before to remind her that they're going to go on a meet, but that she doesn't have to worry about what to wear because simon's there to help her out, anyway.

and thinking about her replying, "can we match colours?" and while simon's wardrobe is a mix-and-match of anything black, navy blue, and old band tees, he still says, "sure," because all he wants is to indulge you :<

"i'm sorry love," he says, feeling shy now that he noticed the lack of colour in his closet. he hears you snort from the other side of the line.

"i know that, simmy. and that's okie because you are gorgeous!" you reply, your words making simon blush. "oh! maybe we can match nirvana shirts!?"

"of course," he says instantly. you could even ask him to wear a sack of rice to match your aesthetics and baby, simon would run to do it.

so there you two are the next day: matching nirvana shirts. yours is knotted on your back to mimic a cropped top, paired with a plain grey pleated skirt that matches the neutral colours of your nirvana tee. simon looks up from his bike when you called and his mouth goes bone dry because of how beautiful you are.

"oh you," you say when he says this, giggling despite the way you can't meet his eyes as you are overcome with shyness. simon basks it in, watching the way you keep clearing your throat and fidgeting, before he takes pity and gets off his bike to prepare you for the ride.

simon helps you put on your helmet, a little black thing wrapped in a bunny fuzzy helmet cover, before pulling back just enough that he can shrug off his zip-up and tie it around your waist. you throw your hands over his shoulders as he does so, tipping your head up so you can pepper ‘kisses’ along his jaw.

it's ticklish but goddamn, you are so adorable.

oh but what i liked this a lil tew much !!!!

[baelabong]

“I’m better”

Pairing: plastic!Karen Shetty x plastic!fem!reader

Warnings: Pining, kissing, jealous!Karen, flirty!reader, mentions of s3x, s3x jokes, crude language

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In the bustling cafeteria of North Shore High School, Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners occupied their usual spot, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Y/N and Regina George. Karen, tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the table, couldn't hide her impatience.

“It’s been five minutes ”, the curly haired girl sighed as she looked across the bustling cafeteria

“Mama, it’s fine. I’m sure she just got held back in class and can’t text you back”, Gretchen said as she patted Karen’s head

Gretchen, always attuned to Karen's whims, nodded sympathetically.

“Not but she’s also been taking up all of y/n’s attention lately. Ugh!”, Karen complained

Before Karen could delve deeper into her complaint, the cafeteria doors swung open, revealing Y/N and Regina strolling in arm in arm, their laughter filling the air. Karen's eyes widened, and she exchanged an exasperated glance with Gretchen. She sat on the edge of her seat and was ready for whatever excuse y/n was gonna say as to why she wasn’t replying.

Y/N and Regina approached the table, their infectious energy preceding them.

"Hey, losers. What’s the gossip also, we’re hanging at my house afterward”, the blonde girl spoke with authority

Karen, trying to mask her annoyance, put on her ditzy persona.

“Oh, you know just waiting for the two of you like always”

Y/N smirked knowingly, sensing the undercurrents in Karen's tone.

The girl wore straight cut jeans that made her look taller than she was, but even then Regina and Karen stood tall when next to the girl, and an off shoulder-cropped top that could pass off as a baby’s t-shirt due to how much it revealed her stomach and shoulders.

“Sorry, got caught up in Regina's thrilling story of how some girl named Janis had an obsession with her.", y/n sat down

Regina laughed, oblivious to Karen's internal struggle.

As the conversation turned to the mundane details of their day, Karen couldn't resist peppering the discussion with subtle jabs, her jealousy veiled by her bubbly demeanor.

"Oh, Y/N, did you get my text? I sent, like, five emojis in a row. So cute, right?"

Y/N, playing along, chuckled.

“Sorry, Karen, got lost in Regina's rant on how she saw Jason working at Taco Bell. You know how it is."

Karen's attempts to hide her jealousy were betrayed by the narrowing of her eyes, but she quickly covered it with a forced giggle.

Gretchen, sensing the tension, attempted to steer the conversation into safer territory.

“Anyway, class was, like, so boring today. Mr. Duvall went on and on about quadratic equations."

Regina rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Ugh, like, who cares about math? I'd rather discuss something important, like which shade of lipstick looks best on me."

Karen, unable to resist a snide remark, interjected.

“Well, speaking of shades, Y/N, I noticed you were wearing a really bold color today. Trying to make a statement?"

Y/N, catching on to Karen's game, raised an eyebrow.

“Just trying to keep things interesting, Karen. Isn't that what you love about me?"

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The next day, Y/N decided to play a lighthearted prank to get Karen to speak up more. She carefully chose her outfit that took her an hour of indecisive choices.

She decided on a skirt that SHOULD have been a dress code violation to the school but isn’t, with nothing but a bra under her cropped cardigan that if she moved too much, anyone would be scared for the button to pop.

Y/n texted Gretchen to pick her up today because she refused to get her license with the excuse that she wanted to stay as a passenger princess (for karen 🗣️🗣️)

Y/N entered the school confidently, ready to see the reaction it would elicit from both Karen and Regina George.

As Y/N strolled through the hallways, the two couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes from their peers. The whispers and nudges followed them like a shadow, heightening the dramatic tension.

Y/n spotted Karen at her pink locker that she glammed up the first day of school. Karen was re-applying her lipgloss as she looked at her reflection in the mirror hung up in her locker. The sound of y/n’s heeled boots clacked and Y/N's eyes met Karen's, a playful challenge embedded within the gaze. Karen, a mixture of surprise and amusement, couldn't help but turn away from the girl, focusing on just applying her lipgloss to avoid looking at the girl.

However, before y/n reached Karen, Regina appeared strutting to the shorter girl, feigning casual conversation while secretly sizing up the outfit.

"Well, well, Y/N. Trying to make a statement today, are we?"

Y/N, playing along with the charade, grinned mischievously.

"Just thought I'd shake things up a bit, Regina. Keep life interesting."

Regina smirked, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot.

"Interesting, indeed. I wonder what Karen thinks about your fashion statement."

Meanwhile, Karen observed the exchange that happened just a meter away from her, an amused glint in her eyes. She approached the scene, pretending nonchalance.

"What's going on here? Am I missing the latest fashion trends?"

Y/N shot Karen a sly look, reveling in the game they were playing.

"Oh please, you look like you want to fuck me.", y/n joked and Regina laughed with

Karen chuckled, her gaze lingering on Y/N with a mix of admiration and desire.

“Well, you certainly know how to keep things exciting. Let me try your top on sometime."

“Maybe, take me out for a drive later and we’ll see”

As Regina and Gretchen sensed the tension they both left, leaving the two girls to figure themselves out.

As school came to an end, Karen pulled up her Pink Porche at the front of the school where Y/N waited while ok her phone.

The girl rolled her windows down and told her to get in.

As Y/N entered, she buckled herself in as Karen started driving.

The pair talked about school that day and they shared laughs and giggles.

At one point, Y/N wanted to pull the curly haired girls strings again. The girl pulled out her purse and took out her lipgloss. She looked into the mirror and carefully re-applied it as she said,

“Oh my God Karen. Earlier at lunch I got held back right and so I missed out on lunch but when I went to find you guys, Regina had already got me my food. Isn’t she just the sweetest”, Y/N said practically drooling over Regina’s actions.

The car came to a halt and Y/N turned to Karen with a sad expression on her face.

Her usually bright persona disappeared and y/n realised.

“What do you like about her anyway. She hasn’t even fucked you like I have and you treat me like we’re just friends”, Karen said with tears welling in her eyes.

Y/n’s expression softened and turned her body to the girl.

“Oh, Kary, I don’t like Regina like I like you-“

“Then be mine”, The girl huffed out

The latter softly grabbed Karen’s cheek as they both leaned close. Karen’s hand found their way to Y/n’s waist, carefully tracing circles on her exposed skin.

Y/n could feel the girls breath on her face as she closed the gap between them two. Their lips moved in sync and Karen leaned forward, making Y/N go back into her own seat, trapping the girl with one hand on the wheel and the other on the girl.

Y/N pulled back quickly as she quickly realised and said,

“Alright that’s enough, I just re-applied my gloss”, she huffed out pouting as a joke.

Karen giggled at the girl as the latter applied gloss on again.

“Woman, are you serious. I just-“, Karen said wide eyed

Y/N leaned in once again and harshly grabbed the girls face, leaving Karen in shock of the girls sudden bold action. Y/n pulled away and fixed up her top as if she didn’t just silence the girl.

“That was one of my life goals, to be kissed by you”

Karen giggled as she reignited the engine and Y/n turned her head to the window pretending she didn’t hear the other.

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AU: Good lawd

Thank you @candytounge0218 for the idea 🩶🩶

[ashestoroses018]

Lost & Found

Slight Steve Harrington/Reader

Summary - You're F/N Henderson, or N/N for short. Your rabbit goes missing. Steve and the Original Party(tm) help you find her.

“Dustin! Where's Pepper?” you call through the house, looking for your pet bunny.

“I-I have no idea where she is, N/N.”

You run your hair through your unruly curls, annoyed that your brother has no idea where your beloved rabbit is. “I can't go out until I know she's safe, Dusty. Especially after Mews disappeared a few months ago. I don't want that to happen to my baby.”

Dustin walks up to you and pats your shoulder lightly. “I'll help you look for her until Steve gets here, okay?”

“You and Harrington are getting awfully chummy, huh, Dusty?”

Your brother nods, his curls bouncing. “He's really badass--”

“Language, Dusty.”

“--Sorry. He's really cool. I used to think he was a jerk, but he's actually really nice.”

“Well, maybe Mr. Nice Guy can help find Pepper when he gets here.”

“But we were gonna play DnD here with the guys.”

“Steve Harrington plays DnD, Dustin? Seriously? You know we don't lie in this house.”

Dustin's voice gets a whiny tone to it. “ He's not gonna play. Steve's just babysitting, because you and Mom are out tonight. Or at least you're supposed to be.”

“What kind of eighth grader needs a babysitter, Dustin?”

“Look, Steve's my friend, okay?”

You sigh. Ever since your dad passed away, Dustin has had a sincere lack of any real male figure in his life. For a while, now, he has leaned on his science teacher a bit much. Maybe Steve Harrington is a good alternative.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe I'll stay in tonight.”

“Oh my God, don't threaten me like that, N/N!”

Your face falls. “I wasn't threatening. I thought it might be fun. You used to want me to play Dungeons and Dragons with you guys.”

“But you're gonna make me look so uncool in front of Steve!”

“What's uncool about me?!”

“Have you seen the way you dress, N/N? You dress like you just stepped out of 1975. It's 1985, and you're a high school senior. Not a mom!”

“Wow, okay. Hurtful.” You're only slightly joking. His words had hit a little bit harshly. Are you really that uncool?

“I-I'm sorry, N/N. I didn't mean that. I'm just...you're you, and Steve is Steve. He's a really cool friend to have, and I really don't want to lose him for any reason, you know?”

“Fine, whatever. As soon as I find Pepper, I'll be out of your hair, okay Dusty? Then you won't have to worry about me embarrassing you.” You stick your tongue out at your baby brother (you can't call him your little brother, anymore, because he shot up by nearly a foot during Christmas break!).

“Just in case he shows up, can you, like, put your hair up or something?”

“Why, what's wrong with my hair?” you ask, a tone of warning laced through your voice.

“Nothing...I just think you look really pretty when your hair is up, with some of your curls around your face.”

A grin lights up your face at your brother's sweet words. “You're such a little charmer. You're gonna be a heartbreaker, Dustin Allen* Henderson, you know that?”

Ruining the sweet moment, your brother does his infamous growl. “Dammit, Dusty. I take it back. You need to quit that shit. Anyway, can you go look under the couches and stuff while I put up my hair?”

Your brother nods, so you head off to the bathroom you share with your mother and sit down at your shared vanity. Maybe you can even wear a little bit of makeup. Actually...you know what? If your brother is so convinced you dress for the wrong decade, you're going to prove him wrong, dammit.

After you've brushed your hair into a quick ponytail, carefully leaving some curls around your face, as Dustin suggested, you run to your bedroom and pick out the trendiest clothes you own. They just so happen to be overalls that you choose to pair with a thin, brown belt, and a nicely fitting white crop top. Scrunching your face, you also elect to wear some bright pink hoops, because, God dammit, you are a trendy 18 year old young lady, not a mom .

Bringing the clothes to your bathroom, you quickly change into them and put on some light makeup. You double-check your hair and makeup, making sure your appearance works well.

“N/N! Where are you? The guys and Steve are here! You can leave.”

You roll your eyes and head to the living room. “Thing is, dipshit, I can't leave without knowing where Pepper is. Have you found her, yet?” When you walk into the living room, you're met with stunned silence and wide eyes from all the males in the room.

“What the hell are you wearing, F/N?” It's rare that your brother uses your actual name, so he must really be shocked.

“Well, you told me that I dress like a loser, so I decided to actually dress up for once.”

“Aren't you just going to the library to study?”

You shrug. “Who says I can't dress up to go study, shitbag? Hey, guys. No girls tonight?”

Mike shakes his head. “Jane is... studying with Hopper, and Max got grounded for getting detention.”

“Um, you could...study here, keep me company while these losers play Dragons and Dungeons,” says the Steve Harrington, looking at you with an indecipherable expression.

“Dustin said I'm not cool enough for you guys, though,” you say, sticking your tongue out teasingly at your brother.

“Oh my God, N/N, this is why!” Your brother's face is turning bright red, and you can't help but laugh at him. However, you're quickly brought back to reality.

“Actually, I can't do anything until I find my rabbit. Boys, have you seen Pepper?”

The kids respond with a chorus of nos and shaking heads. You sigh, feeling deflated. What if she got crushed under a piece of furniture, or something? You knew you should have replaced her cage, instead of letting her get away with a loose cage door.

Steve looks up, suddenly. “What does, uh, Pepper look like?”

“She's white, with brown patches. Floppy ears. 'Bout this big.” You hold your hand out a few inches.

“Oh shit! Yeah I saw a rabbit like that!”

“Seriously? You're a lifesaver, Steve! Where did you see her?”

“She was hopping around in your front yard. Um...she ran away when I drove up, though.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back tears. “Domestic rabbits can't survive in the wild. I've gotta go find her!”

Without waiting for a response from anyone, you slip your sneakers on and grab your coat, bracing for the early February weather. Luckily, there hasn't been much snow, so you don't have to worry about your baby being camouflaged by it.

Clicking your tongue in a sound you know she'll recognize, you begin slowly traversing your front yard. Come on, Pepper , you think. Where are you?

“Want some help?” someone suddenly asks you, tapping on your shoulder lightly.

You turn around, only to see four boys staring at you sheepishly, Steve standing behind them, looking almost...smug. If you were to hazard a guess, you would be willing to bet your limited money from working at Burger Bob's that Steve Harrington had put them up to this.

“Yeah, I'd like that. Thank you, guys. You remember what she looks like?” Your brother's friends nod in unison, wandering off.

After a moment, you turn to your classmate. “Thank you for putting them up to this. I'm not sure how you managed to pull them away from DnD, but I appreciate it, Steve.”

The boy flushes – whether from the cold or your words, you can't be sure – as he runs a hand through his absolutely perfect hair. “Don't mention it. You looked really sad, F/N – “

“N/N,” you say gently, correcting him.

He coughs quietly. “N/N. Anyway, I just wanted to be able to help, and I can't leave those kids unsupervised. Mrs. Byers would kick my ass.”

You nod. “Yeah, she's super overprotective of Will, these days. Thanks again, Steve. I'm gonna go keep looking.”

“Sure. I will, too.” He smiles gently down at you.

Twenty minutes later, Steve comes running up to you, a squirming bundle in his arms. You run to meet him, taking the rabbit out of his arms, tears springing to your eyes.

“Oh...Oh my goodness. Steve. Where'd you find her?” Before you can answer, you whisper comforting words to your rabbit. A moment later, you look up to see his bewildered face. “Steve Harrington, I could kiss you right now. You just saved my rabbit's life. You're literally my favorite person in the world, right now.”

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 32: Hellfire Hangout

After everyone finished their drinks after last call Eddie had an idea to hold a hellfire sleepover beings most of the guys are off to college after the summer. You know he’s been wanting to try & spend time with them & you love them all anyway & agree. On the way back to you & Eddie’s place everyone is hungry so you all stop at the diner for a late night bite to eat before your movie marathon. As soon as you unlock the front door Gareth comes barreling past you & Eddie “sorry gotta use the bathroom!!” You both chuckle “At the end of the hall door on the left Gareth!!” You hear it slam & shake your head. “Okay gentlemen I’m gonna get changed hit the bathroom & I’ll be right back to make some snacks & babe pull out the movies please” he winks at you “you got it beautiful” you whisk away upstairs. Jeff nudges Eddie “soo… when are you gonna ask her?” “Dude shut up what if she hears you” Eddie whisper yells “we’ll talk about this when she’s not in ear shot” the both nod in agreement. Meanwhile you change into a pair of your favorite pajama pants and a janis Joplin t shirt & goto see if the bathroom is free. The door is cracked meaning gareth is finished in there you goto brush your teeth when it happens.. you’re smacked in the face with the smell of death he didn’t crack a window or even try and spray your perfume to mask what he had just done you come barreling down the stairs nostrils flared fists at your sides and eyes wide “woah babe what’s wrong?!” You whip your head at Eddie “oh what’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” You whip your head to gareth “YOU NASTY BASTARD YOU COULDNT HAVE CRACKED THE WINDOW?! YOU CROP DUSTED THE ENTIRE UPSTAIRS I ALMOST DIED!!” The entire room erupts into a fit of laughter you’re still pissed gareth looks at you “it’s not my fault I swear I told Eddie those nachos are for people with iron stomachs!!” You throw a can of air freshener at him “Here Señior Caca go take care of that I can’t be brushing my teeth & breathing in the mustard gas that’s come out of your ass!” Jeff shoots cola through his nose laughing all the boys are holding their stomachs like girls at a slumber party giggling “hey munson how come you never told us she was so funny?” Eddie just shakes his head “she’s a natural comedian but we all know gareth smells like a corpse when he farts so I can only imagine how horrible it smells after he drops trail” “ew ed stop I’m gonna puke” you giggle “I have a sensitive nose as it is I just can’t”. You head into the kitchen as the guys decide on a movie you come back with 2 trays of snacks “okay guys there’s popcorn chips red vines & I made some white chocolate raspberry cookies this morning too” Eddie’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas “babe you made my favorite cookies & are just telling me now?!” “Yes Ed’s if I told you this morning they’d be gone already” you laugh & head back to grab drinks “here ya go boys there’s some beers & sodas I got Mountain Dew & Dr Pepper did you decide what we’re watching?” They all get comfy around the living room “yeah babe poltergeist your favorite” yay it really was your favorite. Everyone got comfortable around the living room gareth Jeff & freak sprawled on the floor on sleeping bags & you & Eddie on the sofa hun sitting as you lay with your head on his lap while he plays with your hair. It gets to the part when the tree busts through the window snatching carol Anne’s brother you all jolt & giggle knowing you all just almost pissed yourselves. It’s times like these you’re so thankful that you decided to move here & find your own happiness & not just a real home but people surrounding you that feel like home. Eddie sees you deep in thought. “Hey love you okay?” You hum “mhmm just thinking” “about?..” you look up at him & smile “about how lucky I feel to have you with me & such amazing friends & a life I wouldn’t have if not for you & your beautiful heart.. thank you Ed’s for everything i love you”.

[galateaencore]

I may have missed the previous time you posted this, soooo here goes: 1, 7, 10, 12, 17, 18, 22 😄

ooooh a nice big crop! 1 and 22 over here. others:

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

honestly I don't get the fascination with dandelion, sorry, jaskier, sorry, JASK... i will say he's livelier in twn than the books because he's straight up psychedelic camp rather than just passable comic relief, but idk if that says something about the other twn characters being a bit flat...

10. worst part of fanon

geraskier

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i'll answer this question in a way that generates max spice level and min cogent argument:

"unpopular" characters as in no one ever thinks of them: dijkstra, isengrim, rayla, condwiramurs, eithne

"unpopular" characters as in people hate them: eredin, avallach, triss, philippa, rayla

you should like them because i like them and am shouting about it very loudly in public. that's how this works, right?

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

worldbuilding-focused elf fanfic. i want your oc-centric treatise on how elves do agriculture, mutuals!

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

honestly i'm not familiar enough with the fandom to say. but, as someone whose niche is def "slept on" (which i don't mean in the sense of more people should read it - lots of people are not into it, they have excellent reasons why, and we don't want them anyway), i kind of like the niche topic vibes. sometimes i feel like an academic who does something that only 10 other people in the world understand, and as someone who thrives in small groups, it's exactly what i wanted!

feel free to agree, argue, or give this post a spicy pepper rating!

[leelatea]

Round 1 has been completed!

Uh... so, my goal for this round (mainly the round without any babies) was to have them fish for their lives. They would keep the less than §10 fishies to use for food, and would sell the more expensive ones.

With the big fish money, each tribe gets to buy 1 starter pack of fruits, veggies, and herbs. (I never really use these for food. Also so few of them are even in season for the never-ending summer the neanderthals have to survive through. They are more for the income.) Right now, each tribe only gets one of each, so hopefully they get a plant in season, or else they're... uh... they don't get any...

And... what else...right! Each day, a call is made to all the other tribes to come hang out. So, hopefully friendships can be made, which I plan to use when it comes to their children's marriages. Perhaps...

So... how do I want to do this?... Um... from the beginning? Sounds good. Here we go!

First family up: the Pamadam Tribe. (da red ones) Jiall & Gniba.

Overall, they had a slow start comparatively to other tribes around them. They ended the round with §36 in the proverbial bank. It took them a hot minute to catch anything. They did catch 2 cowplant berries... so, maybe that can come up with future descendants or something.

They got (in their packs): 3 bananas, 3 peppers, 8 parsley, and 3 sage for their plants, and sold 5 fish.

Next! The Lumesh Tribe. (yellow) Chedu & Irrig.

These two: scaredy cats. The big one, on the right: terrified of the dark. So, no night fishing, which... wasn't great. Also, thunderstormed almost 2 out of the four days, so, they wouldn't fish in the rain either. But, they did manage to get enough money to get all their gardening packs.

They got: 3 bananas, no veggies, 4 parsley, and 6 sage. They sold 8 fishies, and ended the round with §135. They have also got to harvest once so far... so, not so bad.

Wow... I got really bad at taking photos halfway through... whoops. Anyways...

Next! The Zival Tribe! (the blue ones) Etu & Croc.

Etu... loves digging in the trash. Loves it. Moving on. These two also had a really good first round. No hiccups really. During one of the thunderstorms, a cool rock was left. Added that to one of the many piles in the house. Kinda cool.

They got: 3 bananas, 3 peppers, 8 basil, and 3 sage for their plant packs. Not bad. Also, sold 9 fish and were able to harvest once for a grand total of §413 at the end of the round! 🥳

Only 2 more familes. We can do this!

This is literally the only one I have of them... I was trying to take a pic of the lump of clay turned into a teapot... I'm terrible at this... by the way, EVERYONE LOVES THE LUMP OF CLAY! Its... like... amazing to them...

The Rhosh Tribe! (GREEN!) Raan & Ubod.

So, Ubod hates children. So, hates the entirety of being pregnant... so... this is going to be awful for them. (I'm so sorry.) Another good round. Not top dog or anything, but not too shabby.

They got: no fruits (I believe they are the only family without bananas), 3 peppers, 8 parsley, and 4 basil. They sold 9 fish, harvested once, and ended the round with §234.

I took photos of these two together... but there isn't one where Umli isn't naked in them... So, I'll settle for this group shot (which I'm actually quite fond of). I will do better next round and get good photos (I will!).

The Murad Tribe! (black) Umli & Dheesi (not pictured).

Umli... is a character. Talks to walls. Takes showers outside. And, enjoys their body. A lot. But! On the plus side! They are super in love with Dheesi! They are adorable.

They got: 3 bananas, 3 peppers, 8 parsley, and 4 basil for their starter plants. They sold 9 fishies, and got to harvest crops once. They ended the round with §347.

So, we'll end this rainy round with that. Next time, many babies are anticipated and I'm sure chaos will ensue.

See you next time. Bye!✌️

[aikoiya]

Well, I don't mean to say that it would be easy. All I'm saying is that it's possible. I have no real world experience with living in a desert myself, so you should take my words with a grain of salt.

So, I'll take your word for it instead.

I guess I don't like that they go the angle of "desert is an uninhabitable wasteland" because it's just one more way to force the Gerudo to be dependant on Hyrule. Like, no matter what, they're always going to be dependant upon other societies so long as they only get 1 dude every century. Making them dependant upon others for something else, something that they don't have to be dependant upon others for based on real life, just feels... unnecessary...

And when it comes to the BotW Gerudo, they have a seemingly endless supply of water & a select number of crops that we know for a fact can grow there (Spicy Peppers, Voltfruit, Safflina, Zapshrooms, Wildberries, Hydromelons) & then TotK gives even more things that can grow there (Shock Fruit, Dazzlefruit, Stambulbs), so I just don't understand why they don't have an area where this is being taken advantage of. Like, in BotW you get a side-quest where a little girl starts growing Wildberries in a plot inside the town, but in the next game, they're gone.

I guess I just feel like it's a wasted opportunity.

Also, I definitely wanna bring up how effed Ganondorf is just by virtue of the fact that he's a man who was raised in a woman only society (where men are forbidden unless they prove themselves worthy, mind) with no father figure to look up to, no male peers, & no male contact possibly at all. No one to explain "things" to him or teach him how to be a man. Because wtf do women know about what it means to be a man?

I just... I can't even imagine what it'd be like to be the only woman in an all male society. Like, I love dudes, but that honestly sounds like a very special kind of hell to me. So, it's no wonder Ganondorf so frequently becomes King of Evil or Demon King.

It's actually highly possible that all the information he really had to go on was either misandristic stereotypes or heavily idealized. Either way, it wouldn't surprise me if this resulted in him becoming unbelievably insecure in regards to his own masculinity. And I don't even wanna think about the amount of pressure he must've been under to always be the perfect pinnacle of masculinity in his tribe. Which, as mentioned above, no one to show him what that even means, so how tf would they expect him to do this?

Because think about it. Yes, he's Gerudo, but there's no one else in the world like him, even amongst other Gerudo. No one that isn't already dead anyway. It must feel so incredibly isolating to be him.

Keep in mind the slight misandry apparent in their culture & that couldn't have been good for his psyche. I recall one Gerudo even saying something like, "I thought all men were useless except for Lord Ganondorf." Which... woof... the odd mix of man-hate & Ganondorf-worship is very weird there... Which is another thing! A Gossip Stone said that the Gerudo "worship him as a god." And, if true... oof... that uh... that couldn't have been good for him mentally...

And that isn't even taking into account the monumentally detrimental effect that living in an almost entirely sexually segregated society must be having upon the women! Like, we get a very small idea of it in BotW by the fact that they seem to need a required class to teach them how to interact with men. But then in TotK, I think it goes ever deeper by showing us that one woman can't even look a little twunk in the eye! Not only that, but evidently, it is tradition to remove a little girl from her home & her father, even sometimes her mother, at as young as 3-5 & forbid her from interacting with men until at least 18! All over some superstition that says "for young Vai, interacting with Voe results in misfortune."

I'm sorry, I just... it makes me very upset... I know we don't have any confirmation as to whether these poor girls are totally forbidden from interacting with their fathers at all, but it's very much not looking good on them...

In the end, I just want the dude to have at least 1 guy friend.

You make a good point about Kōme & Kotake hiding their dealings from Ganon though.

Though, I didn't mean to say that he was unrependantly evil, so much as "if he were then *insert assertion here*."

Honestly, I too think that Ganon def has some serious control issues.

Now I'm thinking about the "Save The Gerudo, Save The World" AU again.

Twinrova kills Nabooru in front of Link, and that's when he finally realizes that all the Sages are dead. They're all dead. He didn't know—his body may be an adult's but he is still a child, he didn't understand, and nobody had the heart to tell him outright in the very limited time they got to meet him after he defeated the monsters that killed them. In Ocarina of Time, in order for a Sage to fully awaken to their power, they have to die.

Link knows that Ganondorf's main motivation, prior to all this, was the safety of his people. He's off the deep end by the time Link is an adult, but it's possible that in the past, seven years ago, there's still enough Gerudo King in there to be swayed.

Navi says this is the worst idea ever. Link says he has to try.

So Link makes the decision to go back in time and offer himself—his allegiance, his Triforce, his life—in exchange for Nabooru's safety. Hero of Time or not, champion of Farore or not, Link is just one person; he knows he can't defeat the monster Ganondorf will eventually become while on his own and crippled with the knowledge that everyone he loves is dead. That isn't the future he's fighting for.

So he turns himself in to the Gerudo. He's brought before Ganondorf—and now he's a child, but he acts like an adult, he carries himself like someone who's been through every bit as much war as Ganondorf has—and makes his offer. Ganondorf can have whatever Link can offer him, if he saves Nabooru.

Ganondorf responds, "...What happened to Nabooru?"

And just like that, the horrible future Link was thrown into against his will is smashed to bits.

[livingdeadmlm]

plsssss any Shane (SDV) content idc if it's spicey, wholesome, edgy, all of the above I need content for himmm. <3 -🫐

Shane x M!Reader

TUMBLR ALMOST DIDN'T LET ME POST THIS BC IT WAS TOO LONG ACK BUT I LOVE SHANE SO MUCH HIS CHARACTER IS AMAZING anyway this is suggestive I got carried away

This morning he woke up before you and made himself some coffee to enjoy some time on the porch

After he finishes his cup of coffee he decides to do some chores

Watering some crops and feeding the many chickens you have running around, as well as the cows, he’ll even pick some fruit or vegetables to bring back to the house for dinner/lunch that day

Sporting a shirt he stole from you at the start of the relationship, his blue zip-up sweater, a pair of sweat shorts, and slippers.

He picked up a basket you found in the many old boxes left by your grandfather

As he grabbed a few oranges from the many trees you had he saw you step out onto the porch

You held a confused look on your face as you scanned the area

Finally, your eyes caught sight of your husband nearby the apple trees now

You ran over calling his name

“Shane! Good morning honey, I was worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” You laughed as you caught your breath

He adjusted the basket adding a bright green apple to the bunch

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize how long I was out here for.”

You stepped forward the dirt crunching under your shoes your sun hat-tipping to the side

“Aw, it’s fine darling I left you some pancakes and eggs on the table if you want some.”

You admired his face which was decorated by specks of the gentle early morning sun that poked through the tree leaves

“Oh thank you! I’ll eat it when I’m done out here, what do you have planned for the day?”

You switched weight to your opposite foot

“Well, I’m going to head to the mines and get some stone”

Shane hummed, “okay well please be safe okay? I don’t want Harvey calling me that you’re in his office again at 2 AM.”

You laughed “I’ll try.” Your hands rested against his hips

“And what do you have planned for the day?”

He squirmed slightly under your touch attempting to remember just what he has planned

“Oh well, um I wanted to pick a few more oranges so we can have fresh juice tomorrow and then I, heh I wanted to start on lunch for myself I’ll probably just make something small..”

the only thing he felt was your cold calloused hands slipping under his shirt softly caressing his plush hips

“Then I uhh wanted to get sEe robin about expanding the chicken coops! Cause a few babies are ready to hatch soon.”

His voice shook as your hands continued to rub against the soft skin on his sides going slightly higher and higher over time

The calm smile you had on your face made him feel more flushed

You leaned down and peppered kisses trailing down from his jaw to his neck

“And I wanted to have dinner at about, oh god!”

He gasped as the previously soft kisses turned into bites and you sucking at the skin

“Hmm sorry… I was thinking we could hAve stew? I know the potatoes are ready I wanna, god, use those soon!”

Your hat was completely off your head hanging from the string around your neck. his hands reached up to your hair, fingers getting tangled between your locks pulling you closer

His legs felt like they were going to give out on him. The grabbing and the hickies you were leaving on his neck made his vision blur

In a haze, he continued where he left off

“I was thinking mmm starting dinner at 7 or 8?” Your head pulled away from his neck, which caused him to let out a small whine at the loss of contact

Your hands found their place back onto his hips, “I’ll be home by 6 then okay?”

“Do you have to go? I mean the mines aren’t going anywhere! We could go back inside and um continue?”

You chuckled and briefly pressed your forehead to his, “while that sounds amazing and it’s very tempting, to stay and eat you up. Unfortunately, Clint needs about 100 stones for some project and I can’t go back on my commitments.” Your voice slightly dropped, Clint was far from your favorite person in the village but you made a promise

Shane groaned at the mention of Clint.

“Ugh, why can’t he get them himself? Doesn’t he sell stones anyway?” 

“I know you don’t like him but I told him I would by Thursday I promise it’ll be quick and I’ll be right home!”

You finally placed a kiss on his lips that he wish lasted longer

“Alrighty, I’ll hold you to that okay? Be safe in the mines!” While his voice was firm he still had a smile on his face

Your hands let go of his waist as you promised to be safe.

He waved you bye and now he was left to calm down and go about his day normally

What a start to the day huh?

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙎.

thank yous for being vv patient with this fic psst psst @ anon requester >:D i feel this vould be better though >:( 

submitted request ;; if you're still taking requests, could i please request something fluffy with sebastian from sdv? x gn reader please 💕💕 your seb fics are my favorite!

warnings ;; overall sweetness and potential mild language etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Wading through overgrown grass, ready to be scythed, accompanied by the rousing of cicadas and fireflies at the movement, Sebastian continues his trek up the walkway of your farm; you’d initially had plans to meet him, as well as Abigail and Sam, in the Saloon, for a brief catch-up. After some (constant) pestering from his friends to go and check on your whereabouts, he did have to reluctantly admit to himself - he was disappointed that you hadn’t turned up.

(Yeah, he enjoyed your company. So what?)

Sidestepping the unlocked gate, following the trail, Sebastian catches sight of you, metal watercan in hand and spraying across crops of peppers and corn. With a brief glance, you catch his eyes too, pausing in your movements.

“Ah, Seb - I’m so sorry. I was meaning to come and find you after I finished up here. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long.”

“No, no,” he offers an indifferent wave of the hand, when he knows damn well Abigail had pulled him out of his musings, sat alone at the pool table, silently sulking, half an hour prior, ”None of that, it’s alright. Promise. Well, I promise. I can’t account for the potential wrath of Sam and Abigail. They were prepared to beat you, finally - quote unquote - at the pool table tonight.”

Setting the metal watercan aside on a nearby barrel, you lean over a wooden fence, forearms crossed over one another, “Well, good things do come to those who wait. If I’d have beaten them again tonight, they might’ve lost their confidence. Just sayin’. But, look, I am sorry. I should’ve messaged you guys at least.”

“Bit off more than you could chew?”

(Was it possible to be obsessed with the sound of someone laughing?)

“Ever the observant, Seb. But, uh, yes,” you tug at the hems of your sleeves, sheepishly, “This morning, I headed straight for the mines. And I, uh… completely forgot about watering my plants.”

Drawing closer, he, too, leans on the fence beside you, stifling a laugh, “Isn’t that, like, one of the basics of farming?”

“Shut up. I was mentally occupied, alright? Like a, uh, a toilet. Yeah. A toilet.”

“A toilet?” Sebastian raises his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you turn away from his, hands now cupping your face.

“Anyway, Mr-Professional-Farmer-Guide-101, I was kinda back and forth between the blacksmith and the mines-” 

“How come you were at the mines exactly?” He blurts out, worried. They weren’t the safest of areas, and that was even without proper established supervision. They’d just been abandoned; sure, the upper levels were easier to navigate, with functioning lighting systems, but, the lower levels - there wasn’t any regulation. Or documentation.

Blinking, clicking your fingers together (you’d always had a habit of doing that, something about speeding up the thinking process), you suddenly grin, with a silent ‘A-ha!’ and shrug off your backpack. Releasing your weight off the fence, you place your bag onto the soil, rummaging through it.

“This is why,” with your hands cupped around the mineral, fingertips stained with dust and grit, you kick your bag with your foot, raising the ore upwards, “I’m not too sure when, but you’d mentioned - unless my memory is being a bit stupid - but you’d said about one of your favourite things, so I thought, why not try and get it.”

Sebastian only just manages to fight the urge to pull you in for a tight hug, but he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries - the both of you aren’t like that, he tells himself bitterly.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” is all he can offer, biting the side of his cheek.

You nod slowly, “Yeah. But, I wanted to get this for you,” pressing it into his hands, grinning.

Knowing if he supplied any other rebuttals it would become nothing more than a back and forth match of ‘yes and no,’ he sighs deeply, rubbing at his forehead - he already worried about you enough as it was, any more and he’d start to develop grey hairs. You’d remembered. Such a mundane thing, most people wouldn’t care to remember or think about. But, you did. You had.

“Just… Thank you. Really.” 

(It was just a crush. A small, tiny - tinytinybigtiny - crush. Nothing more).

He knows he’s shit at showing appreciation, formulating the words into a proper sentence, into something that would be more than enough than a heartfelt ‘thank you’, yet, you smile gently at him all the same, your posture relaxed, comfortable.

“I heard it’s raining tomorrow.”

Sebastian’s relieved at the change in topic. Anything more continued down that route, you might’ve been able to see the droplets of sweat down his neck.

“Is that so?” And, he already knows that, he checked, but he can’t help but play along.

“Meet me at the docks?”

“Meet you at the docks,” he reiterates, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips before he heads off, with a dismissive wave of the hand.

(It’s not a date. Not a date at all).

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Fem!Reader - The Most Peculiar Wingman

Can be found on AO3 here.

Summary: You recently moved into a new flat and you’re hearing some rather unusual sounds from your next-door neighbour’s abode. You’re worried the mysterious woman next door is involved in something dangerous. Kassandra is worried that you’re the landlord about to bust her for her lease violation.

(Sorry if you don’t like coffee and/or you speak fluent Greek.)

Word count: 2568

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Damn, you’ve lucked out with your new flat. The area is pleasant, the décor is tasteful – the windowsills could use a bit more greenery, but you’ll get to that – and the letting agent wasn’t a dick. Zero hassle with bills, minimal scuffs on the walls…it’s bizarre how simple your moving process has been.

But nothing can be perfect, can it?

Over the few days you’ve lived in your new home, you noticed some rather disconcerting sounds coming from the apartment next door. Nothing that disrupts your sleep, thankfully, although your post-unpacking nap was interrupted by a very loud thud against the thin wall connecting the two flats. Thumps, crashes and very disgruntled cursing in a language you can’t quite place tend to crop up in quick succession once or twice a day. Today, though, the odd sounds seem to be omnipresent.

The strange symphony is starting to get alarming; you’re beginning to ponder if the seemingly perpetually angry woman next door is involved in violence…or, forbid, organised crime? That would certainly explain the forceful thuds and grumbling. God, what if she manages to rope you into her shenanigans? What if she is armed?

After a loud bang and an exasperated “oh, fuck you” reverberates into your apartment, you decide to investigate.

Anxiously, you pop on some slippers and step into the hall, locking the door behind you (‘I’m not about to get robbed less than a week after moving,’ you think to yourself, ‘Oh, shit, I need to get insurance…’). Stomach churning with speculation, you make the arduous four-metre trek to your neighbour’s door. Biting your lip, you rap your knuckles against the wood.

A chorus of panicked shuffling echoes through the door, causing your throat to tighten. Footsteps sprint from one side of the room to the other, the sound of shattering ceramic shrill against the heavy thudding. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” the woman hisses, muffled by the walls, followed by some shushing and the rattling of something metal. Who is this woman, what the fuck is she hiding, why am I doing this—

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing…oh, wow.

Your neighbour is an amazon.

Flawless bronze skin, chocolate hair strewn into an unruly braid, tall and shredded with lean muscle. Her eyes are a gorgeous tawny brown, the split second of alarm disappearing from her gaze, replaced by a sparkle that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Very kissable lips upturn into a charming smile, bringing your attention to a small scar above her upper lip quirking adorably. A deeper scar sits on her nose, and the pang of anxiety returns, but your eyes need only flicker back to hers and it melts away.

“You’re not the landlord,” she says with a rich accent and curious lilt. Your cheeks feel warm.

“Uhm, hi.” You fiddle with your thumbs, mouth suddenly dry. “Sorry, I moved in a few days ago next door. I just heard some loud noises and was wondering if everything was alright?”

Lips curving furthermore, she braces her arms on the doorframe above and, fuck, are they nice arms. Sun-kissed, bulging against her white t-shirt, three gnarly rings cutting into her right bicep that just scream to be touched. Is this her distraction tactic?

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance?”

When you finally pry your eyes from her arms, a tiny smirk registers on her handsome face. Bashful, you stammer, “No, it’s fine. But, uh, what caused it, if I may ask?”

The woman cranes her neck to scan the hall. “Can you keep a secret?”

Mob boss? Arms dealer? Axe murderer?

Clearly, your nervous speculations are apparent, because her eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry, lovely, it’s nothing dangerous. I just have a pet bird.”

Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, you run a hand through your hair. Just a bird. Just a bird. Her face relaxes back into a casual smile. A fresh wave of warmth caresses your cheeks at the name she gave you.

Chuckling, you joke, “Must be one big bird.”

“He’s…an eagle.”

You blink back your shock. “How on earth did you manage to get a pet eagle?”

She laughs, the melody warm and addictive. “Poor fucker followed me all the way from Kefalonia. I didn’t have it in me to say goodbye, even if it violates the lease.” Her tone is affectionate, despite her less-than-endearing name for the bird. Pushing back from the door frame – hands flexing wonderfully while she does so – she gestures for you to step in. “Come and meet him, if you’d like.”

Everything about this woman is so inviting, you can’t help but gravitate into her apartment.

“I don’t think I caught your name?” you ask shyly.

“Kassandra,” she replies, flipping the ‘r’ in her buttery accent. “And what can I call you?”

Anything you fucking want. “(Y/N) is fine,” you manage, debating whether her flat is hot or your face is akin to a beetroot.

“That’s a lovely name. Suits you perfectly,” she winks. She saunters over to a shelf with a blanket hastily thrown over it. You can’t help but observe her firm-looking behind through her jeans. Kassandra tugs away the blanket, revealing a large eagle sitting grumpily in a cage. It remains put when she unlocks the cage, standing almost defiantly.

“Don’t be like that, Ikaros,” she chastises. The eagle – Ikaros – begrudgingly flies out of his confines, perching atop the sofa in the middle of the open-plan room. “He’s gentle, I promise.” You’re doubtful, but he isn’t making any sudden moves.

“He just likes winding you up?”

“Loves it,” she grins. “He’s a little bitter I put him on a diet since he was getting a bit fat. That’s why he’s been throwing some tantrums lately.”

You smile as she scratches the top of his head before heading to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Kassandra asks, giving you another heart-melting beam. “I have coffee, orange juice, I might have some tea somewhere—”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” She asks your preference and you state it, taking in the layout of her apartment. The place gave off a very homely, Mediterranean vibe, with warm colours and white furnishings. A few hand-painted ceramic vases were dotted about – maybe she did pottery – alongside some family photographs. Atop the dining table was a woven basket brimming with ripe fruits, as well as a laptop with a pile of messy papers next to it.

“Have a seat, get comfy,” she calls over the whirring of an expensive looking coffee machine. Shyly you take the chair by the unoccupied end of the dining table. Feeling nosy, you scan the documents by her laptop, but the handwriting was all in Greek.

A minute later, Kassandra joins you with a steaming mug in her hand. “Your coffee, madame,” she announces with a pantomimic bow, evoking a laugh.

“Merci,” you thank her. “How would I say that in Greek?”

“Efharistó,” she replies. You test the word hesitantly, wincing on the second syllable, making her laugh. “Not bad,” she chuckles.

“I butchered it.”

“Try it a little softer,” she smiles, lowering her voice, giving it a sensual cadence that made your head spin. Oh, she knows she’s attractive.

“Efharistó,” you border on whisper, gay little brain surging with the overwhelming instinct to do whatever she tells you.

“There we go!” The proud quirk of her lips is all you need to see.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you bring the coffee mug to your lips, hoping the steam from the beverage will help mask your fluster. You blow on the liquid and take a sip, immediately regretting the decision as you scorch your tastebuds, repressing the urge to hiss in favour of looking cool for the hot Grecian.

“Do you, um,” you start, ignoring the numbness of your tongue, “work from home?” You wave your hand at the paperwork by her seat.

“As often as my job lets me.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a museum curator,” Kassandra beams, evidently proud of her job. “A glorified history nerd who couldn’t be fucked with the extra academia, basically.” You snort against the mug, nearly spluttering coffee over her. Smooth.

“What time in history?” Her eyes sparkle at the question, passion shining through her irises.

“Mostly the classics, ancient Greece and Rome and all that. But I did my thesis on the evolution of weaponry.” You prop your chin up on your hand as she talks, eyes lazily focused on her lips. If not for the conviction in her tone, you would have zoned out and chased some daydream about kissing those lips. Kassandra reclines back in her chair. “Enough about me, though. Tell me about yourself.”

“You sounded really passionate, though. I don’t mind if you keep talking about your job.” God, you sound like a dizzy schoolgirl who’s hot for teacher. You scald yourself with another sip of coffee in reprimanding.

Kassandra’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t usually invite beautiful women into my home to ramble about cool swords.” You blush and set down your coffee.

The two of you talk for quite some time, getting to know each other, peppering in the occasional flirtatious remark. In her company, you somehow simultaneously feel comfortable and skittish. She’s so relaxed and easy-going, but her physique and seductive demeanour fills your stomach with butterflies.

An irritated squawk cut your conversation short.

Kassandra shoots Ikaros a look before turning back to you. “Sorry about him.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, really. Damn… What was I saying again?” you ask sheepishly.

Squawk.

“Nevermind, I was probably babbling anyway,” you dismiss, sipping on your now cold beverage.

Kassandra chuckles softly. “Don’t be silly, you have the voice of an angel. You could read me the dictionary and I’d still be interested.” She probably said this to every woman she took a liking to, but you can’t bring yourself to care, far too flustered and feeling, for once, special.

Squawk.

Her eye practically twitches in anger as Ikaros flies over to the windowsill, makes unwavering eye-contact with his owner, and shits on the wood.

Kassandra looks like she wants to be euthanised.

“My god,” she mutters as you burst out laughing. She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and grimaces, mouth parted as if trying to form some kind of apology for her eagle’s behaviour.

“I’m guessing you’re used to being the only one doing the flustering?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Her disgraced expression shifted back to a playful one. “If I say yes, do I sound like a whore?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “A little cocky, perhaps.”

“I’ll take cocky.” She winks and gets up. “Your coffee is probably cold, can I get you a fresh one?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“The finest,” she smirks.

“Real smooth,” you roll your eyes, smiling regardless.

Ikaros caws from the windowsill, as if mocking Kassandra’s advances. Once again, her effortless charm dissolves into a look of frustration. She grabs kitchen towels and a bottle of disinfectant from by the sink and walks over to the window, nudging the eagle so he’d move out of the way. “Maláka,” she groans, cleaning up the mess from the surface. “Μη μου το χαλάς αυτό,” she mutters to Ikaros, earning a confused look. Kassandra sighs. “Usually I wait until after the first date before introducing a beautiful lady to this little shit. That way people don’t immediately think I’m just a weird bird lesbian.”

Testing the waters, you remark, “I happen to quite fancy women with an affinity for animals.” You bite your lip and add, “And, well, you’re…very attractive.”

Smugly, Kassandra finishes disinfecting the windowsill and walks to the kitchen with a little more vigour, your compliment proving to be an ego boost.

Once again deprived of attention, Ikaros decides to flap over and join you at the table. Instinctively, you flinch as the large bird flies in your direction, but all he does is stare at you, trying to analyse the stranger in his home.

“Does – does he bite?” you ask, hesitantly standing up.

Kassandra discards the kitchen towel in the bin, washing her hands. “No, he’s very kind to everyone who isn’t me.” She flashes you a wicked grin. “I only bite when asked.”

Stammering, you choke on air, struggling to find a response. Ikaros gives her a disappointed look.

“Shit, too forward?”

You shake your head. “Not at all,” you blush. “I’ve just…never met anyone quite like you before.” Ikaros seemingly gives you a judgemental leer, and you swiftly find yourself adding, “I-in a good way, that is!”

“Oh?” Her brow is upturned, her interest piqued.

“It’s…exciting.” The eagle shuffles towards you and nuzzles your hand, apparently deciding you’re worthy of his affections. The dark feathers atop his head are surprisingly soft to touch. Smiling, you give his head a few pats, inhibitions to the wind when cute little coos vibrate from his throat. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I think it’s adorable,” Kassandra says softly.

You look up. “Really?”

“Really.” She joins the two of you and plucks a damson from the fruit bowl, feeding it to Ikaros while you pet him. “You’re the loveliest person to have ever set foot in this building, that’s for sure.”

Ikaros cocks his head in agreement. His beady eyes meet yours, damson juice dribbling from his beak. Do it, he’s silently telling you.

Screw it, let’s shoot our shot.

You clear your throat, mustering up some courage. “Are you free next weekend?”

Kassandra beams amorously. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she grins. “How does dinner sound?”

Fuck yes. “Really good,” you blurt out excitedly.

“There’s this great Persian restaurant a couple streets over. I’ll book us a table?”

You gasp, having seen the building on the drive when you were moving in. “The place with the garden and the pretty lights, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Sounds amazing.” Red in the face and heart pounding, your eyes dart about the apartment, fearing that you’ll combust if you look at Kassandra any longer. They settle on Ikaros, who gently butts his head against your hand, almost like a fist-bump. “Well, uh, I have a home insurance company to ring up, so I should probably get going,” you stutter.

“I won’t keep you, then,” Kassandra says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Ikaros squawks sadly.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for staying,” she winks. The eagle coos in agreement. You give him one last pat before walking to the front door.

“Oh, before you leave, there is something you should know…” Kassandra calls, moving over to you. She delicately takes your hand, frying your brain, and leans down to your ear. You feel faint. Lowly, she whispers, “…Our Hermes guy likes to drop-kick our parcels.”

Snorting, you look up at her in disbelief. I mean, what was I expecting? A kiss? Get a grip, woman. Kassandra laughs at your expression. “Use the amazon locker down the road instead.”

“You’re amazing,” you murmur, grinning. “I’ll probably see you before next weekend, but bye, I guess?”

“Chaire,” she bids softly, opening the door for you.

When the door closes behind you, you let out a ragged breath, excitement coursing through your veins.

You are so glad you moved here.

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( The Greek clause is meant to say "Don't blow this for me" but I used 5 different translators and all 5 came back with slightly different things and I sort of ip-dip-doo'd it and chose one at random...sorry. )

[bluefirewrites]

More 50's Juke

continuation of my quick little ‘50s juke blurb along with the full pic of my artwork (the drawing in the middle)

click on pic for better quality

"Hey,"

Greaser Boy had hung back, leaning against the classroom door once she and Flynn stepped into the hallway.

His unexpected greeting startled her, but it was taking all of Julie’s willpower not to cower under his open, public acknowledgement.

"Hi," she said, which triggered a subtle elbow to her side from Flynn, who was trying to tug her down the hall, away from trouble.

Julie let her friend lead the way.

But trouble still followed.

He hustled over, dodging the oncoming crowd of students hurrying about trying to leave school, "Need, uh, any help?"

She blinked at him, "Excuse me?"

The Greaser ticked his head towards her belongings.

"With your books?"

Julie nearly stumbled on her Mary-Janes, but Flynn steadied her. They shared a look.

Did he really just-?

The inner monologue of hers was screaming. Because it was one thing to say hi to her.

It was another thing to offer help her with her books that was a gesture none would take lightly. 

They- she, her bestie, and this oddly-chivalrous Greaser- were still walking the halls, heading for the exit.

"Uh," She kept glancing between him, Flynn, and the sweet sweet freedom that was the open door leading out to the bright blue skies.

"No thanks," Flynn answered for her, smiling sickly sweet at the Greaser, which basically read as 'Get lost'.

It only made the boy chuckle.

Julie frowned, opting to be nicer, "No, that's very nice of you-"

"Luke," he introduced.

"-Luke. But Flynn and I have plans at-"

"-Salt and Pepper?" He must have caught her look of apprehension and held his hands up in surrender, "Lucky guess. It's just the spot for your group."

Her group. The cream of the crop at Los Feliz, who always had pocket change on them for a quick dance and shake at the diner. A place were she rarely saw anyone the likes of Luke hang out.

"Oh. And where does your group go?" she inquired.

And there was that smile again.

"Wouldn't you like to know..."

Much to Julie’s horror, she did want to know. She had always been a curious person and she did wonder where all the Greasers would meet. She would watch them from time to time, getting up to their own fun near school grounds, listening to music that Julie’s dad wouldn’t want her to listen to. 

And was this Greaser- sorry, Luke- just as curious about her? And her world? What were his intentions anyway? If this was some sort of prank, some prelude to trouble she wasn’t ready for? She had to know. 

Suddenly, she gave him a grin, seemingly normal but to Flynn it held the hint of mischief. 

“Well since you know where I’m gonna be, you should come by. To S&P.” 

Flynn’s eyes bugged out of her head and for a moment Luke was thrown off too. She had extended an invitation to the most Soc place in town. 

Then after some careful scrutiny, he smirked. And called her out on her bluff, “Yeah. I’ll be there, Julie from History.”  “Yo, Luke! Come on man! Let’s go!” A group of boys glided by, all sporting the Phantom crest on their leather jackets, and picked up Luke, who went without protest. 

Flynn would end up calling her different shades of crazy all the way to the diner, where they meet the rest of their group at their usual booth. 

Julie spent the whole time at Salt and Pepper anticipating Luke's arrival.

She didn't mention it to anyone else apart from Flynn who had been there when it happened. So she sat in the booth, flanked by Kayla and Carrie, trying to keep up with conversation regarding their next choir practice. 

But mostly spotting the door for any flash of a chain, a switchblade or even the sheen of greased up hair.

An hour passed but everything carried on like normal. She should have known. This wasn’t his scene. 

Then it was eventually time to go, although most of her friends kept the little party going. But Julie had a ways way get home so it was best to start going now before it got too dark.

She and Flynn exited the diner and started making their way towards the street when all of the sudden they were bombarded by frantic honking to their right.

The vehicle in question stuck out like a sore thumb, less shiny and new like the other cars in the park. And as Julie walked over for a closer look, she could spot the telltale swoop of the ‘Curve's curve running along the body.

"Luke?" The greaser's name was readily waiting on her lips that she forgot she had only heard the name once a few hours ago.

This time around a pair of shades were perched on the bridge of his nose, his arm hanging out the window, fingers drumming along the exterior.

"Hey, Candy Girl” 

The newly minted nickname brought on the encore of blushing.

Coughing, she stamped down the awkwardness, "Uh. Did you just get here?"

He shook his head, "Nope. Just been waiting."

"For what?"

The boy disembarked his vehicle, slamming the door and leaning against it. She could see his hands twitching to reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette before deciding against it.

He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Do you need a ride home?"

Okay. Julie needed... to process this. After weeks of nonverbal exchanges, now all of the sudden he was offering to carry her books and take her home?

“Yeah,” Julie said. There was just something about Luke, something genuine about his concern.  Luke offered the same to Flynn, who seemed to want to keep Julie in her sight at all times.  “Julie?” Carrie had come out, along with a crowd of kids, and was making her way towards them.  Deciding to be brash and bold for once, Julie practically leapt into the passenger seat, Flynn doing the same for the back. Luke sent an amused glance to the group of Soc’s, saluting them before returning to the wheel. 

With a rev of the engine, the ‘Curve peeled out of the lot, leaving the rest of Julie’s friends dumbfounded. She couldn’t help but giggle at their expressions in the rearview mirror.  The ride home had been fun, with Luke cranking up the radio and bursting into song, delighting Julie, who sang along with him (and bewildering Flynn, remaining silent).  Flynn was the first to be dropped off, not too far from Julie’s. She left with a very poignant warning directed at her best friend, “Don’t make me call your dad if you never come home.”  Luke waved at her good naturedly, not offended in the slightest.  All too soon they arrived at Julie’s, though safely concealed behind a bush. If her dad was home, he wouldn’t be able to spot her from inside. 

Luke seemed to know this already. Or was smart enough to know what would happen if someone like her was seen in his car. 

“Thank you, Luke,” 

“It’s no problem,” 

“But can I just ask?” Julie gestured at the space between them, “What is this?” 

Luke ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck, “Um, isn’t it obvious? I’m, uh, trying to court you.” 

“Yeah but why me?”

“‘Cuz you’re sweet and pretty and talented. Why wouldn’t it be you?” 

"I could say the same about you,” Julie recalled his singing from earlier. He sounded great. Would make a great addition to the school choir. But that didn’t seam feasible for him. Luke didn’t seem to go to school regularly. Except for their shared class. 

“Look, I know it’s a gamble, I’m a gamble, but how about one date? Passion pit’s playin’ that cat Dean’s movie tomorrow night?”

That sounded so enthralling too. 

Julie risked a glance at her house and then she nodded, “What time?” 

Luke beamed, a full on goofy smile, which was uncharacteristic for a Greaser like him, “I-I mean I got help the boys out at the garage, but after, ‘kay? 7. I could pick you up?” 

“Or I could meet you at the garage?” She knew where it was. Her mom had made sure she knew, “I’ve seen you guys working on that Oldsmobile. A ‘55? It looked like.” 

Stunned, Luke struggled to speak, “You know cars?” 

Julie wasn’t ready to divulge too much about that. Instead she shot him what she hoped was a flirty smile, “Goodnight, Ghost Boy”  “Goodnight, Candy Girl.” 

She exited the car and hurried to her door, hoping her neighbors hadn’t caught her yet. Her dad wasn’t home. Neither was her brother, and so Julie made a beeline to her room, collapsing onto her bed with breathlessly. 

She had a date. With a Phantom. A greaser. Tomorrow night. 

And she didn’t mind one bit. 

Tagging @blush-and-books @lydias--stiles @teenagepeanutbird @thedeathdeelers @shelvesofgold @untidytowns @echocharm17618 @hey-there-juliet @ourstarscollided @pink-flame @missjoolee​ @smolfangirl​ @story-courty​

[seiyasabi]

Trouble In Paradise

(This is a Yandere Kyoutani x Cute Fem Reader x Yandere (Platonic) Older Bro Iwa-chan  fic :)) This takes place after high school, in a universe where everyone still plays volleyball. 

TW; Jealousy!, turns into dubcon/noncon!!!!, !unwanted choking!, As I’ve said in the past-every character I write for (in my head) are like two feet taller than you!, Possessive behaviour!, he’s highkey soft for u but is still a bastard lol (love him), marking kink!, creampie!, daddy kink!, mentions of Oikawa lowkey being a Yandere too, etc.. 

Kyoutan deserves the world ;)) I love him ajadskhafkah also, sorry if my use of ‘chan’ is cringey, I think it’s funny af tbh, and since I’m Japanese, I’ll do what I want lmao. Anyways, sorry if this sucks, I tried like 5 different ways to write this, and this was the only one that ended up being somewhat decent. ) 

Skipping to the loud gym, your skirt swishes against the fat of your thighs. Your cute ass can be seen peeking out from under the pleated fabric, leaving those around you to coo at your pretty self. Without meaning to, you catch the eye of those around you. 

Seeing the gym’s doors, you push them open with an excited vigour, happy to finally be with your big brother and boyfriend. 

Immediately when you enter, you see Oikawa being swarmed with his fanclub, leaving a straight shot to the rest of the team. Spotting your bad-boy bf, you squeal in delight, gunning at him at top speed. He’s currently sitting on the bleachers, your brother seemingly scolding him for his RBF and bad attitude, but his eyes snap up in an instant, recognising your voice from anywhere. 

An uncharacteristic smile is present on his pierced face, standing to his feet, he readies himself to catch you and twirl you around. That’s a plus of being in shape; picking up your supes cute gf whenever you please! 

That is, until a certain pretty boy steps in the way. 

Tooru has his arms out, in a stance that will allow him to catch you with ease. Before you could slow down and avoid him, he yoinks you up and off of the floor, holding you in a tight embrace, “(Your Name)-chan! I knew you’d come visit me! I’ve been waiting all day for you, Cutie!” The glares from your boyfriend and brother are instantaneous. 

Iwa looks ready to scalp the brunet, whilst Ken looks ready to scrap-possibly even catch a body. Oikawa’s fans look absolutely bloodthirsty, jealous of your cute self being in the arms of the equally cute male. 

Pouting, you push at the pretty boy’s chest, “Put me down! I’m not here for you!” He coos at you, moving in to kiss you on the cheek, only for you to push him away by his face, “Stop it, you’re being weird! Put me down, I wanna see Ken-Chan!” 

By this point, your boyfriend and brother have made their way to you, ready to rip him to shreds, “Put my sister down, Shittykawa! Don’t be a perv!” He karate chops the starlet on the head, causing him to drop you in surprise. 

“Iwa-Chan! You’re so mean to me! Now look what you did, (Your Name)-Chan is hurt-” Kentarou catches you in an instant, cradling you in his scarred arms. Oikawa’s mouth gapes in shock, brain not computing the fact that the dyed haired male moved at lightning speed. 

“No, she ain’t,” He gruffs out, smooching you on the cheek. You giggle, hugging the tatted male tightly. Your (size) breasts smoosh against his buff chest, as you start to pepper kisses all over his face, “She ain’t ever gettin’ hurt if I’m here,” He places a kiss on your lips, relishing how you immediately kiss back. 

“Ken-Chan! I missed you so much!” He rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red. Readjusting his hold on you, he cradles your ass instead of your thighs, causing you to gasp, “Kyoutan, don’t be a perv!” 

He smirks, readying himself to respond, only for your brother to beat you to it, “Yeah, ‘Kyoutan,’ don’t be perving on my little sister!” Redirecting his smug look, he sticks his tongue out at your fuming sibling. 

“Bite me.”

The look on Hajime’s face is priceless, “Biting you isn’t the only thing you need to worry about-” 

“Haji,” His attention immediately snaps to your sweet face, which is currently pouting, “Don’t threaten him! He’s precious to me!” Before Kyoutani can say something smart, you rest your head against his neck, practically nuzzling him, which also shuts him up. 

The spikey haired ace is immediately offended, “I-wha-(Nickname), aren’t I precious to you? Aren’t I your most wonderful older brother?” You giggle, nodding your head. 

“Yes! But Ken-Chan is baby-”

“(Nickname)-Chan, aren’t I baby?! I feel so left out!” Oikawa and his fangirls are off to the side, watching the interaction. Whilst Oinks looks positively offended and left out, the girls are angry that you’ve stolen the captain’s attention. 

“No, you’re the ugly side character,” Hajime states nonchalantly. 

“Yea, yer uglier than the dirt under (Your Name)’s shoe,” Offended noises and indignant hand movements follow their words, as his fans start to shout in anger and shock. 

You lightly whack Kyoutani on the shoulder, scolding him with your eyes, “Haji, Kyoutan, don’t be mean! Tooru is pretty,” The setter preens in delight, “But, he’s dumb. So, he’s the dumb, but pretty, character!” 

His hands grasp his chest as if you’d stabbed him, “(Nickname)-Chan, my heart, it’s breaking-” He fake gags, causing your brother and boyfriend to roll their eyes, “The only way to fix it…. Is to get a kiss!” He bolts towards you, causing you to shriek in surprise. Placing you on your feet, you’re quickly placed behind the dyed haired man, ‘Mad Dog’ making an appearance. 

Practically frothing at the mouth, he snarls at Oikawa, whilst Hajime sticks out his foot, effectively tripping him. Once falling, the pierced male yanks him up by his shirt collar, and hauls him up to his feet. Now face to face with the scary male, Oikawa gulps in fear, “I’ll kill ya, put ya in the ground, Pretty Boy. Once yer dead, Iwaizumi’ll dance over yer corpse.”

“Yes, I think I will,” Hearing his bestie agree with the sentiment, Oinks finally realises that he messed around too much. 

“Now, yer gonna apologise to (Your Name), or I’ll shave yer head,” Now fully standing, Kyoutani moves out of the way, allowing the setter to apologise face-to-face. 

Dropping to his hands and knees, he starts to bow at you as if you’re royalty, “I’m sorry, (Your Name)-Chan! I promise I didn’t mean to offend you! Please don’t let Mad Dog-Chan and Iwa-Chan kill me!” Giggling at his over the top words, you nod your head. 

“It’s okay, Tooru-Chan,” You pat his head reassuringly, “I know you love your fangirls more than me,” This causes the gym to erupt into cheers, as the other girls start to swarm the male. You can hear him scream in fear, but are quickly pulled away from the crime scene, and taken out to the car park. 

Your brother holds you close to him, glaring at your boyfriend who looks equally as angry. There’s a heavy silence between the three of you, as you’re squished into a hug by your brother. 

“Haji, why’re you holding me so tight? Don’t you have to get back to practice?” He doesn’t answer, instead speaking to your boyfriend. 

“Take her home, Kyoutani. I’ll deal with him now, you can deal with him later,” He nods, taking you from your older brother’s arms, and practically carrying you to his motorcycle. Setting you on the back of the bike, he opens the back hatch of the bike, and pulls out your pastel pink helmet. Placing it onto your head tenderly, he flips the eye cover up, allowing you to see him clearly for a moment. 

Smiling up at him (he can only see your eyes crinkle), you speak, “Hi!” His pissed off face immediately dissolves, causing him to smile at your cute self. 

“Hi, Baby,” Grabbing his rough hands, you interlace your fingers between his. 

“Aren’t you going to practice, Kyo-Ken?” He rolls his eyes, but gives your hands a squeeze. 

“Nah, I gotta take my Baby Girl home, so I can show her who she belongs to,” He gives you a wink, leaving you to splutter in surprise. 

“You-you can’t say that in public!” Chuckling, he releases your hands and flips your eye cover down, before chucking on his own helmet, and settling on the front of the bike. 

Pulling Your arms around his waist, he waits for you to settle against him. He relishes your tight hold, as you practically cling onto him for dear life. 

Starting up the engine, he kicks up the kick stand, and speeds off to your shared apartment. 

-

Your body bounces off of the mattress, as you let out a small scream. A giggle escapes your lips, as you smile up at Kyoutani, “Ken-Ken, are you still mad?” He nods, his hands pulling off your cropped sweater, and pushing up your skirt to expose your pastel yellow panties. 

“That ugly bastard should’a know better than t’a put his disgusting hands on ya,” He practically growls, undoing your bra and letting your pretty tits flop out. Kissing up your neck, he sucks hickies onto the previously unblemished skin. A small moan leaves your lips at the feeling, as he starts to pinch and twist your nipples. 

“Daddy!” He releases your neck with a ‘pop,’ smirking down at you. 

“Yes, Princess? Do ya need something?” He rubs the skin on the inside of your thighs, purposefully missing your dampening cunny, “Do ya need yer Daddy to touch yer Princess parts?” 

Nodding, you plead with him, “Yes! Please touch me!” 

Chuckling, he pulls your panties off of you, letting the cool air of your shared room caress your cunny. Running a single finger up your slit, he barely taps your clit, causing your hips to jerk up and off of the mattress, “Yer such a sensitive baby, I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy! Please fuck me!” He hums, mulling over your words. 

“Want me to show everyone who ya belong to?” You nod your head rapidly. 

“Yes! Yes, please!” Kissing you on the lips sloppily, he reaches down to pull out his cock from his Adidas sport shorts. His tip is pierced, and when he rubs it against your clit, you practically see stars. 

“My good, cute, polite girl,” He gathers your slick on his tip, before he pushes in. Your walls burn as you try to accommodate to his thick size, practically sucking the air from your lungs. A wanton moan is heard from you, as he waits for you to accept him comfortably, “Relax, Princess. Let me int’a yer pretty cunny.” 

“Da-Daddy,” Your arms wrap around him, clawing at his shirt covered back, “You’re too big!” He shushes you softly, rubbing your clit with two fingers. Your juices slowly drip out of you and onto his cock. After a moment, he begins to move, practically rearranging your guts. 

“You’ve taken me before, Princess. I know ya can do it, just let me in,” He starts to thrust into you at a medium speed, rubbing your clit at the same pace. Your eyes glaze over, practically rolling into the back of your head. 

His cock is heavy and girthy inside of your slick walls, spearing you open with each thrust. Moans and keens leave your throat, as you grip onto him. Your hips meet his, your juices spraying onto the both of you. 

“Look at my pretty baby, so fucked out already,” He uses the hand that’s not on your clit to grasp your throat, causing your body to go rigid and eyes to go wide. 

“Ken-” He shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing your words. You try to push his hand off, but it’s to no avail. He continues to fuck into you, your cunny still sucking him in, even as you’re scared of his actions. 

“Fuck, yer practically milking me for all I’ve got,” He removes his lips from yours, his grip becoming a bit tighter, “Ya want yer Daddy to cum in ya? Yea ya do.”

Now, you’re really pushing against him. You’re not on the pill, “Ken, pull out!” He shushes you, rubbing on your clit even harder than before, trying to make you cum before him. Kentarou relishes the small tears at the corner of your eyes, loving how cute you look. 

Without you wanting to, you cum with a small gush of liquid, a whine echoing through your chest. He follows not long after you, filling you to the brim with his virile cum. 

With a grunt and a huff, he pulls out of you, loving how his cum looks leaking out of you. Removing his hand from your throat, he looks down once more, realising that you don’t look very happy. 

“You didn’t listen to me,” You rub the hand mark around your neck, as you sit up, moving away from him. 

“Awe, don’t be like that, Baby,” He reaches out for you, but you move away from him. 

“I don’t want to be near you right now, Kyoutani. You didn’t stop…” Moving off of the bed, you stand to your feet. Going to your dresser, you grab a week’s worth of clothes, including your work uniform. Pulling on a new shirt, you fix your previous outfit, as you start to cry. 

“Wait-I-ya-ya aren’t leaving me, are ya?” For once, the spitfire male is at a loss for words. 

“No, I just need time away from you. You say that Tooru is bad, but you hurt me a lot just now. I’m calling Haji, and I’m going to stay with him for a little while,” Your brother has your daily items there, just because you’d sleep over sometimes, so you aren’t too worried about not having soap and such. 

Grabbing your phone from your purse by your bedroom door, you call him, Ken watching you with wide eyes, “Haji, please pick me up. Kyoutani and I got into a fight.”

-

Hajime helps you into his car, before turning to the still shocked male you call your boyfriend. He hasn’t said a word, if anything, he looks shocked beyond anything else. 

Shutting the car door, your brother finally speaks, “I knew you were no good for her. Your jealousy got the better of you.”

“I didn’t mean to, it-it just-”

“Got out of control?” Your brother raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest, “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You hurt my little sister,” He moves closer to the dyed haired man, eyes flashing with anger, “You choked her out. Why? Because Oikawa made you jealous? Despicable.”

“It isn’t like that! We-we were having se-” He holds up a hand, stopping your boyfriend from continuing. 

“I don’t want to hear it. Just know that if you come near her without her allowing you to be in her presence, I’ll kill you. I never wanted you to be with her, and you just proved my fears correct.”

Realisation dawns on Kyoutani, “Wait- is this why ya wanted me to come home with her? So I could fuck up?” 

Hajime smirks, “Of course. My little sister is too good for you. Now, fuck off, before I do something you won’t like.” 

Ken watches as you go, tears brimming his eyes. He should’ve known your brother would find you too precious to be with him. He most likely asked Oikawa to help him, seeing as the pretty boy was in the car with you, looking as perfect as ever. 

He fucked up, and now Hajime has won their rivalry. 

[storiesfromthefarm]

STORIES FROM THE FARM ✿ chapter 4

╰a Poly!SVT kpop au

╰ feat. SVT, original female character

╰ mentions of zombie apocalypse, implied character death, slice of life

╰ index:            - Haraboji: 할아버지, trans. grandfather            - Halbi: 할비, trans. nickname, short for 할아버지            - Gongjunim: 공주님, trans. princess            - Chuseok: 추석, a mid-autumn festival; major Korean holiday, equivalent to Thanksgiving

╰a/n: HAVE YOU ALL HEARD DARLING? THIS IS A DARLING STAN ACCOUNT NOW ! STREAM DARLING, DARLING ~ kiss me, baby ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Ari laid out the last mat, lining it up neatly with the others.

Six would stay in this room on the mats, the others would take the mini masters. Two to each bed and one additional mat on the floor of the room. They couldn’t have their own room or their own bed, but at least it’s better than the grass they might have been sleeping on before.

She paused as she laid a cover on top of the mat, twisting the fabric between her fingers. How long had it been, since they had really felt any sort of comfort? Living outside, sleeping on the ground, scavenging for scraps. She knew that the latter must have been particularly hard the closer they came to the farm; she’d gathered everything edible within a nearly five mile radius and brought it all back to the storeroom ages ago.

When did they lose Wonwoo? Was it right before they left the city? If it was, then they left in bad spirits, with no plan, nowhere to go. It must have been so hard, she thought. Still, as much as she felt for them, as strange and wonderful as it was to have the members of Seventeen around, they couldn’t stay. “A few days,” she muttered to herself. “They can only stay a few days. Finish helping Halbi and then they have to go.” And no matter what, she thought to herself, do not get attached.

- - -

“We got sesame and soybeans, rice, tomatoes, potatoes, onion, green onion, garlic, peppers. Over there’s cabbage and lettuce; we got wheat and a bit of squash and cucumber, corn, carrots. Didn’t use to grow quite so much but after everything happened and we weren’t selling harvest anymore, didn’t make much sense for us to have pounds of soybeans go to waste when we could grow us something else to eat.”

“Haraboji, you take care of all these fields yourself?” Jun asked in awe. “That’s amazing.”

“Well, it ain’t easy, but I been farming my whole life. I do enough to get us by.” Halbi sighed. “Truth is, I’d like to do more. We do what we can, but crops still go to rot if I can’t get to ‘em in time. Even after that, with just the two of us here, we save more’n we can eat fresh. More’n half of it’s frozen down in the basement. It’s damn waste and a shame.”

The members all exchanged quiet looks amongst themselves.

“Well, anyway! Here are the girls!” They approached a chicken coop, several dark and tawny chickens plucking away at the ground lazily.

“That’s how you have eggs,” Soonyoung commented to himself.

“Exactly so. Important to stay healthy at times like this, so we keep good eggs, got the soybeans to make some tofu. Gongjunim keeps the beef locked down with an iron fist unless it’s for special occasions, so we get us our protein in other ways.”

“Sorry?”

“Beef?”

“The what?”

“You have meat?”

Halbi laughed at their eyes, wide with awe. “Don’t tell her I told ‘ya or she’ll throw herself into a fit. Truth is, this ain’t the only farm Gongjunim took care of. Old bastard I knew from way back had a cattle farm, not but the other side the mountains over there.” He pointed off to the edge of the farm where a small crest of mountains surrounded the property line. “Well, ‘bout a year after she got here, he had some trouble with equipment, woulda shut him down for a while without replacing it, but he didn’t have the money. Everyone fell on hard times ‘round then. Gongjunim offered quick as a flash to fix it up for him. I introduced them right after she moved here. Girl loves beef more than anything; think it’s cause it’s one of the only things she can eat.” He laughed. “Well, anyway. She bought his farm from him, too. When things started happening, he killed just as many cows as he could, processed ‘em right, packed ‘em up, and brought it all here. Stayed with us till he passed on, too. Not all that long ago, actually. Just about a few months, when it was still snowin’ hard.”

“And, and you still have the meat?” Jihoon asked.

“Too much,” Halbi said, shaking his head. “She’s determined to make it last as long as possible. Says she wants to have some in case of an emergency, but she always lets us have some on our birthdays, and we still make a point to cook a good meal for Chuseok.”

The members swallowed thickly at the thought of meat. Whatever they had left in their freezers had run out quickly after the outbreak, and it’s a meal they haven’t had since.

Halbi laughed. “Well you just help an old man finish his chores later. We’ll get you some meat before you get on your way!”

“Really?!”

“Thank you, Haraboji!”

“But…will Ari-ssi be okay with it?”

“Ack, don’t worry about her! You do right by the farm, she’ll do right by you. She might not be too happy about it at first, but I told ‘ya, she’ll want it, too. She won’t say no.”

- - -

“What else is there? Dishes are done,” Ari counted on her fingers, “laundry’s been rerun, showers wiped down, beds are set up. I can’t clean their shoes right now since they’re wearing them.”

As she wandered down the hallway, she lingered by the door. The one that stayed closed, locked behind a passcode. It was the only room in the house to have a separate smart lock. She was surprised none of the boys had asked about it yet, but then again, they had other things on their mind. She glanced toward the front door. It didn’t sound like they were coming back from their tour any time soon, so she quickly entered the passcode and slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

The sight that greeted her was the same as it always was: the plush, oversized couch, her favorite iridescent coffee table, the multiple, oversized stuffed dolls, and the shelves, filled to the brink with her favorite albums.

Her eyes landed on one shelf in particular, and she smiled softly, moving toward it easily. The Caratbong which she’d decorate herself shined in the light, and she pulled a random album off the shelf. She flipped through the photobook slowly. “They all look so different now.”

They were still the same boys she saw in the photos, but aged, more tired, slightly thinner from lack of food, and if she were being honest, they could all use a decent haircut. She laughed to herself, flipping another page before pursing her lips tight.

Wonwoo stared back at her, leaning casually against an old counter. His all black leather suit matched his sleek black hair. Gently, Ari settled a shaking hand on top of the page. Did it hurt? Did he suffer? She hoped not. She hoped it was quick. Hoped there was no lengthy infection, hoped he’d gotten a bullet through the brain before he could become one of those things.

“Sorry,” she choked out in a whisper. “So sorry, Wonwoo. If I had known you all were still alive,” Ari sniffed, “if I had known, I would have saved you all.”

She took a deep breath, throwing her head back to stop the tears from falling. She slammed the album shut and shoved it back into the shelf. She turned sharply and left the room, wiping at her face angrily.

- - -

“A week?” Ari yelped. “You want them to stay a whole week?”

“Keep your voice down, now. Those boys are trying to sleep.”

“Halbi, a week, are you insane?! That’s longer than we’ve let anyone stay!”

“That’s long enough for ‘em to help me with the fence and the fields.”

“And long enough for them to get comfortable!” Ari hissed in return. “What if they just expect to stay longer after everything is finished?”

“How can they expect to stay any longer,” Halbi groused, gesturing toward her, “when you keep reminding ‘em they ain’t welcome?”

Ari huffed. “They have to know they aren’t.”

“And why not?” Halbi asked in return. “If those boys turn out to be good with the work, why not let ‘em stay?”

“Why not?” Ari repeated disbelievingly. “Because we don’t know them? Because that’s too many people? Because,” she continued meaningfully, “you know they’d never…no one can…understand. They can’t know.” She hung her head momentarily, pain beginning to tingle behind her eyes. She smacked the rag down onto the counter suddenly. “Besides, you think they’re nice now - what about when it comes time for them to leave? You think they won’t show their true colors? Try and force us to let them stay? And the house can’t handle all of us, anyway. We’d be packed.”

“Not a single person in this world able to threaten this farm and you know that,” Halbi gave her a stern look. “We’ll do what we have to if it comes to having to do it, like we always have. And if they stay, you can get to know ‘em. Handsomest group of boys I’ve seen come across our farm since the start. I’m surprised you’re not fallin’ all over yourself, them being some of those idol singers and all.” He reprimanded her with a shaking finger. “And what’s all this ‘bout the house? House’ll last longer than any of us will, them solar powers and our well is more’n enough.”

When she didn’t respond, Halbi sighed. “Come sit, brat.”

Ari sniffed, frowning as she shuffled over and plopped down beside him on the sofa. “More’n anything,” he started, placing a hand on her head, “an old man ain’t gonna be around forever. You’re stubborn as a damn mule, but even you can’t handle the whole farm and the house on your own. Now that it’s just us two, I need someone here that’s gonna look after ya’ once I’m gone.”

“Don’t,” Ari whispered softly through tight teeth. “Don’t even talk about that.”

“You may not like it, Gongjunim, but death is a part of this life, too. I’ll be damned if I leave you alone to fend for ya’self. Now, those boys seem like good, decent kids. If I can teach ‘em the farm, once I’m gone, they can take care of ya’. You might even get yourself a lover if you’d be a little nicer.”

“What?!” she squawked.

Halbi laughed. “Ah, all you youngsters these days are so sensitive about sex. You’re a pretty young lady, and they’re a bunch of handsome men. Now I’ve told ‘em to mind their manners around ya’, but they’re still men, after all. Probably not seen a girl pretty as you in a while. At least one of em’s gotta have eyes on ya’. You just make sure they don’t go puttin’ hands on ya’ without your say so.”

“Halbi, I’m very uncomfortable right now,” Ari said stoically, shaking her head.

The old man laughed, throwing his head back. “You just think about it.” He gave her head another pat. “Bound to happen sooner or later, finding someone we want to stay with us. I’m just sayin’. They might be the best we’ll get.” He groaned as he stood, pushing himself up from his knees. “I’m turnin’ in. You don’t stay up too late.”

“Night night, Halbi,” she said as she stood, too, offering a small bow.

“How many times I gotta tell you to quit bowin’ to an old man?”

Ari smiled in return as he made his way up the stairs. “I’ll always bow to my Halbi.”

“Ack!” He waved her off again before disappearing out of sight, and Ari stared after him, trying to push everything he had just said from her mind.

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[jean-kayak]

Highlight Of The Summer

Summary: You’re staying with your cousin for the summer, and it turns out to be the best decision you’ve ever made

OR

The four times you tease Matsukawa and the one time he pays you back

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x black!fem!reader

Warnings: a whole lot of sexual tension, sexual tendencies, use of drugs: weed, shotgunning, a whole lot of teasing, (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex (stay safe out there dudes!), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), throat fucking, ass slapping, daddy kink, nipple play, little fluff and aftercare at the end LMAO

Word Count: 5,847 (words of just filth)

A/N: I don’t know if y’all know, but I am a WHORE for Mattsun, so please enjoy this for you fellow people who agree with me. Also, this was wayyy longer than I thought it was going to be, but whew chile I got flustered just writing it lmao, so here y’all go. P.S: I also mention something about a sleep bra? Like a bra that’s not a bra bra but it’s not a sports bra either?? Idk what it’s called so, I just called it a sleep bra lol

PART TWO//PART THREE

"I forgot to mention, I need to warn you, dude," Hanamaki speaks up as he passes the ball to Matsukawa, who continues peppering, but now there's a confused look on his face.

"Warn me about what?" he questions playfully, spiking a controlled ball to Makki.

"My cousin's coming into town, and she’s staying the whole summer." Makki's words show that he's annoyed, and Mattsun chuckles.

"Okay. Still doesn't tell explain why you had to warn me."

"She's crazy, man. And gets on my last nerve." Mattsun chuckles again at his best friend's opinion. He goes to respond, but a voice stops him before he can speak.

"Hiro!!" Hanamaki catches the ball as his head drops as he lets out a groan. Mattsun watches a figure run up behind Makki, and they wrap an arm around his shoulders, catching him off guard as his body falls forward slightly. "How's my favorite cuzzo doing, huh?"

"Was doing just fine until you came," he spits, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, cuz, don't be like that. I know you love me deep down, don't fight it." You laugh again when he throws your arm off his shoulders, and your laugh stops when you land on the guy standing a few feet away from him. "Now, Hiro, why didn't you tell me that you had hot friends?"

Mattsun feels his face heat up at your sudden compliment as he lets out a choked laugh. You walk forward a bit as you start talking. "I'm l/n f/n, but I'm willing to change my last name to yours. Care to tell me what it is?"

You finish with a smirk, and you can help but feel more confident when he gives you a slow once over. "Ma--"

"None of your business," Makki cuts him off, and you roll your eyes as you turn to him.

"Oh, come on, man, don't be like that. I'm gonna find out anyway because I'm gonna be staying with you." His eyes widen at your statement as you smile widely at him. "Oh, you didn't hear? Our moms thought it was a good idea to let me stay with you. For the whole summer." You pause before saying the last sentence for dramatic effect, and your smile doesn't falter as Hanamaki's scowl gets deeper.

"You have to be fucking with me right now," he says, and you shake your head eagerly, knowing that he can't refuse.

"Nope. I'll go get my bags from the car." You bound over towards him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders before rubbing the top of his head with your fist. "This is going to be so much fun," you say excitedly, and he shoves you off of him.

You chuckle and start to walk off to your car, but not before you send a wink to the hot guy standing in front of you.

You bounce happily to your car, and Makki lets out a tired sigh as he fixes his hair, his face showing how pissed he is when he looks at Mattsun, making him chuckle. "She's...something."

"ONE more game, alright?" Makki pleads, and Mattsun rolls his eyes but gives in.

"Fine." Mattsun's phone dings twice and he picks it up quickly before Makki can see the screen.

"Someone important?" he jokes, and Mattsun doesn't look him in the eye as he struggles to find an answer. "You gonna tell me who it is?" Mattsun gives him a look that tells it all, and Makki scoffs. "How'd she get your number?"

"From your phone obviously, Hiro," you bud in, your face right next to Makki's as he jumps away from you. "You know your phone password is really easy. You should change that."

"What did you do?" he asks, and you wave him off as you stand upright behind the couch.

"Oh, relax, just his number...and I sent a few selfies of you to myself." Makki scoffs again as he turns to look at you. "You know, to post for your birthday."

Makki releases an angry sigh as he stands, mumbling something about going to the bathroom, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics as you smile.

You glance at Mattsun, who's not looking your way, and a devilish smirk makes it way onto your face as an idea comes to your mind, your core pulsing at the idea of it.

"You know, Hiro always loved to collect movies," you say out loud, more to yourself, testing how he reacts.

"Yeah, it's gotten bigger since I've last seen it," he responds easily, and you hum as you walk around the couch, making your way towards the entertainment center around the TV full of movies.

"It's been a while since I've seen it, but it's definitely grown since then." When you get to the entertainment center, you bend over to look at the movies on the lower shelves when you hear Mattsun's breath hitch behind you.

You know that these are a shorter pair of your shorts, you must've put these in the dryer by accident, and you can feel that a good portion of your ass is out, and the fact that you know he's watching you, sends a jolt right down to your core.

You don't know what it is about this guy, but teasing him riles you so easily that you can feel your juices staining your shorts. You bend over a little further, and your smirk widens when you hear a muffled groan come from behind you.

When you hear footsteps coming from the hallway, you stand back up and turn around, the both of you keeping your eyes on each other as you walk towards the couch just as Makki is coming into the living room.

Makki sits where he was sitting, his attention still on his phone, and you walk to the back of the couch, leaning down next to Mattsun's ear, the one that Hiro can't see.

"If it wasn't obvious," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear, "that wet spot was for you." Your tongue darts out to touch his earlobe, pulling on it lightly with your teeth, chuckling softly when you see his hands grip the controller harder.

You stand up and start walking out of the living room. "Make sure you guys keep the noise down, 'kay?" you say as you disappear down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Mattsun's solely focusing on not getting a boner with his best friend right next to him. "She say something nasty to you?" Makki speaks up, making Mattsun jump.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. She's always saying some out of pocket shit." Makki clearly doesn't understand what kind of out of pocket statement you just said to him, and he clears his throat as he nods, thinking about anything but you as he tries to control himself.

TWO sounds come from behind you as you're sitting in the backyard. A sliding door and footsteps coming closer to you. "I'd knew you'd join me sooner or later."

He chuckles. "Yeah, well, I wanted to see what your definition of 'surprise' was."

You laugh lightly as you reveal your surprise without looking at Mattsun, the little plastic bag in your hand.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yep," you respond, popping the 'p' as you turn to him. "Found Hiro's secret stash. Wanted a smoke buddy. You down?"

You look back at him, and he shrugs saying fuck it as he sits in the lounge chair next to yours. You roll the first one, putting it in your mouth as you flick the lighter. You take the first drag, coughing a little as you blow out the smoke. "Damn. Should've known that Hiro had the strong stuff."

You pass it to Mattsun who does the same as you before passing it back to you. You both pass it back and forth two more times before you speak again. "You ever shotgunned before?" you ask, your brain already feeling like it's slowing down. He keeps his eyes on you as he shakes his head slowly.

"Wanna try?" He thinks about it for a second before nodding once. You clumsily find your way to get up without dropping the blunt and walk over to where he's sitting. You rest your free hand on his shoulder as you lift one leg, moving it to the other side of the chair as you straddle him.

You bite your lip as you sit on his lap, feeling him through the thin material of both of your shorts. His hands find purchase on your waist, his fingers rubbing on the exposed skin under your crop top.

You keep your eyes on his as you pull from the blunt, and your other hand finds the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you bring his head closer, your lips dangerously close to touching.

You breathe out, both of you watching the smoke go from your mouth to his. You watch as he breathes in then tilts his head up to breathe the smoke out. He blinks slowly as he tilts his head back down, both of you maintaining eye contact as he grabs the blunt out of your hand.

You watch as he takes a hit, and one of his hands runs up your back to grab at your neck, a shiver running through your spine the opposite way. He pulls your head down, lips brushing against each other as he exhales into your mouth.

You inhale deeply, lifting your head as you breathe the smoke out. You look back down, keeping your head in the same position, making your lips touch again. "I noticed that you sometimes sleep on the couch," you speak up, your lips keeping close contact, you're almost kissing him.

"Well, the bed I usually sleep in is taken," he quips back, and you lean into his ear.

"You could always join me. I don't bite," you whisper, and you roll your hips forward, and you don't miss the way he releases a shaky breath in your ear, the sound going south easily. "Whaddya say?"

"THREE scoops of ice cream should be enough," you say to yourself as you put the top back on the ice cream container, placing it in the freezer.

You grab a spoon from one of the drawers and find a seat at the island in the kitchen. You're halfway through your ice cream when you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Who eats ice cream at three in the morning?"

You smile at the question as you dig into your ice cream. "Me. What about it?" The owner of the voice walks into your view, standing on the other side of the island. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I couldn't go to sleep anyway," Mattsun answers honestly. He hasn't been able to sleep well every time he's over here. You suddenly filling up every one of his desires. But one day, he's going to get back at you. The more you tease him, the more he gets riled up.

"Want some?" you ask, sticking the spoon in your mouth and dragging it out slowly, his eyes never leaving your mouth. He nods silently, and you put some ice cream on the spoon, moving the spoon towards his mouth.

He grabs your hand, moving the spoon towards his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly pulls the spoon out of his mouth, letting go of your hand. "Tastes really good." He stands up, leaning over the counter. "And you've got some," he reaches his hand out, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip. "Right there."

He puts his thumb in his mouth, licking it clean before he smirks at you. Two can play at this game.

You grab his hand, leading it over top of your bowl. "And you've got some," you dip his finger into some of the melted ice cream. "Right there."

You coat it in the creamy liquid before lifting it up to your mouth. Staring right at him, you put the digit in your mouth, tongue flicking all around it, making sure you get all of it off.

He lets out a garbled 'fuck' and you pop the finger out of your mouth, giving him a proud smirk.

"FOUR pancakes? You're gonna eat four pancakes at once?" Mattsun asks his pink-haired friend as said friend stacks them on his plate.

"Yeah, I am," he deadpans, "and you better go wake Y/N up or else she's not getting anything." Makki takes the plate, walking out of the kitchen as Mattsun takes a deep breath as he walks to your room.

He knocks on the door, and when he doesn't get a response, he cracks open the door to see you on your stomach, covers sprawled out everywhere. He lets out a small huff as he smiles, walking towards your sleeping figure.

He can't help it, and the first thing he does is rake his eyes down your body, one leg bent at the knee, the other one straightened out. Your shorts have come up in your sleep, your butt on display, and Mattsun diverts his eyes as he calls your name.

You don't respond, and he leans down to shake you gently. You turn your head, and he can see that your eyes are still closed. "Y/N." He says your name a little louder, shaking you a little harder.

You stir and your eyes open slightly, a sleepy smile coming onto your face when they land on him. "Hey, Issei." You take a deep breath, and Matsukawa ignores the way your sleepy voice saying his name makes him feel. "What's up?"

Your legs switch positions, making your ass shake from the movement, and he wills himself not to look. "Makki made pancakes," is all he can manage to get out, and you roll over on your side to stretch, but that doesn't make things better for Mattsun. Your boobs falling out of the sleep bra you're wearing.

He looks away, willing the thoughts to go away as you stand up, fixing your clothes as you yawn. "You're not gonna put a shirt on?" he asks as you head for the door, and you wave him off.

"Nah, it's too hot. And you like the view too, so..." You trail off, walking out the room as Matsukawa's face turns red.

He takes another deep breath as he follows after you, and you've already made a plate. "Jeez, Y/N, couldn't you put some clothes on?" Hiro complains from his place on the couch and you shrug.

"Well, when you stop turning off the air conditioning during the hottest day of the summer, I would have some clothes on." You pour syrup over your pancakes, and when you see Mattsun watching you, you slide out of your cousin's view.

You put the syrup down before dipping your fingers in the pile of syrup that dripped down from the pancakes onto your plate. You coat them in syrup, lifting your fingers up in front of your mouth, spreading them apart watching the strings connect your fingers.

You look right at him as you stick your fingers in your mouth, and as much as he needs to, he can't look away, and he's teetering on the edge of a dangerous cliff. You see his fists clench as he pushes his lower half into the island.

You pull your fingers out when they're clean, and you walk towards him, setting the bottle of syrup next to his plate. "Seems like you've got a problem there. Let me know if I can help." You walk out, sending him a wink over your shoulder, and he waits until you're out of view to slam his head onto the counter.

"FIVE minutes until what?" Makki asks into his phone, and you see his face drop before he slaps a palm on his forehead. "Shit, that's today? Okay okay, relax, I'll be there in like fifteen." He hangs up the phone, and you watch as he runs into his room, and when he comes out, he dressed a little more formally.

"Wow, who are you getting all dressed up for?" you ask, spreading out on the couch.

"I forgot about this thing my friend wanted me to attend to." He makes sure he has everything before booking it to the door, but not before he turns to you. "Y/N, please behave."

You roll your eyes. "Sure thing, Dad. Have fun." And he leaves.

You lay down on your back on the couch, humming a tune to a song you can't bring yourself to remember the name of when you hear Mattsun walk in. He's shirtless and you assume he just took a shower because he has a towel resting around his neck.

"Did Makki just leave?" he asks you, standing behind the couch, and you nod.

"Yeah, had to do something for a friend. Probably won't be back for a few hours." You put one arm behind your head, the other resting on your stomach as you shift a little, making yourself a little bit more comfortable.

Mattsun's eyes drag down your body, and you feel your body ignite under his gaze. You watch as he walks around the couch, standing where he's looming over you. "Need something?" you ask, and there's a different look in his eyes.

"Stand up." His voice is deeper, darker than it usually is, but you don't move. "I won't tell you again." You don't admit that this new sounding voice makes your core beat in excitement, but you stand anyway, standing right in front of him.

He gives you a smirk that nearly makes your knees go weak, and he steps beside you, taking the towel from around his neck and spreading it out over the couch. You raise an eyebrow, and when he turns around, you go to speak, but he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, crashing his lips onto yours.

You squeak in surprise, but it's easily swallowed as Mattsun kisses your mouth hungrily. His other hand palms your ass, gripping it tightly as he pulls you flush against him. When you gasp, he shoves his tongue in your mouth as your hands find their way onto his broad shoulders.

He breaks the kiss, and it takes you a while to come back to your senses, your head dizzy with lust as you catch your breath. "I don't think you can take it," he says into your neck as he starts planting hot, open mouth kisses, stopping at the bottom of your neck, grabbing the skin there with his teeth, making you hiss.

"T-Take, what?" Your brain is barely keeping up with his words, only focused on what his mouth is doing. You hear him chuckle against your skin as he moves to the other side of your neck, both of his hands now on your ass, and he presses you against him even more, and you can feel his erection digging into your thigh as you let out a quiet moan.

"This dick," he tells you bluntly, and he lifts his head up. Now that he's not on your neck, your head is a little clearer, and you chuckle softly as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? Confident in your skills I see." You start to drag a hand down his ridiculously toned torso as you start talking. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge." You feel your mouth drop open when you feel how big it is, and Mattsun huffs at you.

"You sure? You don't sound very convincing." You erase the initial look of surprise on your face, replacing it with a confident smirk, making him raise his eyebrows at you. Before you can say anything else, he's spinning the both of you around, pushing you so you're sitting on the couch, the obvious tent in his shorts in your eye line.

You rake your eyes done his naked upper half, eyes zeroing in on the happy trail that disappears into his shorts. He shoves his shorts down his legs, his cock flinging up, hitting his stomach, and your eyes widen when you see his size. He's huge. He's bigger than anyone you've taken, and at your reaction, he smiles. "I thought you don't back down from a challenge?" he picks at you, and lick your bottom lip as you smirk.

You lean forward, taking him in your hand, and you can feel how heavy he is as you guide him towards your mouth, tracing a thick vein with your tongue up the side of his length. You hear let out a deep sigh before you take him into your mouth, and you don't even have him halfway in when you feel your gag reflex surfacing. You try to use your hand on the rest of him that's not in your mouth, but he pushes your hand away.

"Nuh-uh. You can be a big girl and use your mouth," he tells you, and you start to sink further down. "Fuck," he whispers harshly, and his hand finds its way to your hair, and you close your eyes as his grip tightens. He starts to push your head further down his length until your nose is brushing those soft curls. "Shit, your mouth is good for something other than being a tease, who knew?"

He starts thrusting into your mouth, and you relax your jaw as you breathe through your nose, your hands digging into the thick flesh of his thighs, and he hisses at the feeling. The noises he's making are making you even more aroused, and one of your hands leaves his thigh to try to give you some release, but he stops you once again. "Don't you fucking touch yourself. Do it, and you won't, fuck, won't get to cum at all. Shit." You attempt to whimper around his length, the vibration sending a chill down his spine as he feels himself getting closer.

The rhythm of his thrusts starts to become sloppy, and you bring a hand up to tug at his balls, and that sends him over the edge. He cums with a loud groan of your name, you swallowing every last drop before he lets go of your hair, and you fall back against the couch as you catch your breath. He wobbles a little bit as he takes in your disheveled features, drool and tears running down your face, and he feels himself getting hard again.

He pulls you up from the couch, sitting in your spot before pulling you back down on his lap. Your shirt and sports bra are taken off quickly, and he attacks your chest making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grip his hair. His mouth is sucking and biting at one nipple while his hand is stimulating the other and then he alternates.

"Shit, Issei, fuck, please." Your words have no thoughts behind them, your brain no longer operating, and you push him away from you before you stand up, shedding your shorts and sitting back down on his lip, a breathy moan escaping your lips when you feel his dick brush your folds.

He watches your reaction when he lightly drags his fingers back and forth across your folds, and you whine as you grip at his shoulders. "Please don't tease, Issei, c'mon," you beg, and your eyes look at him when you hear him laugh.

"Oh, now you don't like teasing? Maybe I should just keep teasing you and not give you what you want," he proposes, and you shake your head as you rub against his fingers, trying to get some release. He looks down, seeing your folds shining with your juices, a huge strand falling onto his fingers and he holds back a moan. "You're soaked, Y/N, all this for me?" he questions, and you nod your head vigorously.

"Yes, Issei, it's all for you, just please touch me," you plead and he shoves two fingers inside your pussy, making you release a loud moan as you lean your head in the crook of his neck. You can hear the squelching sounds as he fingers you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders as you feel him stretch you out on his thick fingers. "Issei," you start, but a loud smack echoes through the room, and you let out a whine as you feel your ass cheek sting.

"That's not my name, sweet girl. I think I've let you get away with it for long enough, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear and his voice sends a tingle right down to your core, making you clench around him. "Come on, baby, you know what it is." He stops moving his fingers, and you whimper against his neck, trying to move, but his grip on your hip keeps you still. "Say it, pretty girl."

"Daddy, please, don't stop," you sigh out, and you can feel him smile in satisfaction as he continues his fast pace, and you cry into his neck at the sudden movement. "Please, oh, please."

"It's okay, tell Daddy what you want," he coos, and he pushes onto your clit with his thumb, and you arch into him, his fingers a stark contrast to his other hand that's rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

"I need--" You cut yourself off with a scream when he pushes against that spongy spot inside of you.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby."

"I need you inside me, please." He adds another finger, and you grip his wrist as he curls his fingers inside of you, nailing your g-spot with ease.

"I don't know if you deserve all of that," he responds, and you whimper as you lift your head to look at him. "If I recall, you've been nothing but a tease, no?" You shake your head immediately as you try to move your hips again but failing, his grip still strong on your hip.

"Please, Daddy, I'll be a good girl, just please, I need you so bad." You're so desperate, and that gives Mattsun a thrill; seeing someone who usually knows just what to say to him, reduced to nothing but a begging mess on top of him.

"Well, since you're begging so nicely," he approves, removing his fingers, and you lift your hips up eagerly as you look down, seeing that he's fully hard again, the tip leaking precum. He guides his shaft into you, and you let your head fall back as you feel him stretching you open the best way possible. He groans as he feels your walls tightening around him, and you look down to see that he's still not all the way in, your legs starting to burn from the position you're in.

"Come on, baby, just a little bit more for me. Can you do that for Daddy?" he purrs, soothingly caressing your thighs, and you rest your head against his as you watch the last of him disappear inside of you. "Holy shit, you feel so good. Goddamn, baby," he sighs out, letting you adjust. "I'm gonna move, okay?"

You nod quickly, and you brace yourself as you feel him lift you up before slamming you back down, making you cry out, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you. He kisses you roughly, swallowing all of the noises you make as he continues to ram himself inside of you. You pull away as you feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten.

"I'm close, ah, please don't stop," you cry out, and you feel his fingers digging into your hips, you're sure that there's going to be bruising. "Right there, please, Daddy, right there."

"I got you, baby girl, I got you." His finger finds its way to your clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles, and your orgasm snaps, making your arch your back and scream his name. The sight of your coming undone in front of him and the way your clenching around him, makes his orgasm crash into him right after you. "Fuck!" He fucks you through both of your highs, stopping when you whine at the sensitivity.

You lean forward, body going limp as you catch your breath, both of your bodies covered in a layer of sweat. "You know I'm not done with you yet," he tells you, and you don't get a moment to respond before he's lifting you off of him, and you land on your stomach with a soft thud. He brings your hips up, your back arching instinctively, and he groans at the sight of you.

He prods a finger at your hole, and you whine, trying to move away from his touch, but his grip on you makes it useless. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing the globes in each hand. "This ass has been teasing me ever since you got here." He spreads your cheeks, getting a good look at your puffy, swollen hole.

"I know it has, it was fun to see you flustered," you respond, your words muffled by the couch, but still clear to Mattsun, and he smiles mischievously as he lifts a hand up, smacking your ass, and he watches it jiggle, the sight mesmerizing as you mewl at the sudden pain.

"That's for bending over in front of me." He smacks the other cheek. "That's for grinding on me." Another smack. "That's for the ice cream." You can feel the heat coming off your ass when he smacks it for a fourth time. "That's for the syrup." You can tell that he's loving this, but you can't say that you aren't, you just hope he doesn't see that. He does it again, and you hiss at the pain, but the pleasure wins out. "That's for walking around here practically naked."

He massages the heated mounds of flesh, and you know he's found you out when you feel him spread them followed by a cocky laugh. "You liked that a lot, huh?" He toys at your hole again, watching your juices gush out, and you wiggle your hips a little. He sticks his fingers in, pulling it out with his fingers covered in your slick, and he groans when he puts them in his mouth. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" you snap, and you hear him chuckle as he runs his the head of his length across your folds to your hole.

"Now, is that any way to talk to your Daddy? I thought you were gonna be a good girl?" he taunts as he teases your hole, and you exhale forcefully as you give in.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Please fuck me," you say, and he smiles as you feel him start to push into your hole.

"You're gonna be a good girl? No more being a brat?" he asks, and if you could, you would stomp your foot because he's dragging this out.

"I promise, Daddy. I'll be good." Liking the sound of your answer, he lines himself up, hands resting on your hips, and you scream when he rams into you, your body still sensitive from the first earth-shattering orgasm you had. He doesn't give you time to recuperate as he rears back, slamming into you again, keeping a relentless pace that hits your spot with accuracy.

Mattsun watches your ass shake with the impact, and you both can hear his balls slapping against you as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. He pulls you up by your hair, pulling your back flush against his, keeping his persistent pace. You share a sloppy kiss as his hands come up to play with your nipples, and you whimper into his mouth, and he groans when you clench around him.

"You gonna cum? Huh?" he sucks on your tongue as he brings a hand down to your stomach, and he brings your hand up to your stomach, and you can feel the bulge which makes you release a broken moan. "Who's making you feel this good?"

"Y-You are, Daddy," you barely manage to answer, and he slides his hand down until he's pressing onto your clit, making the knot in your stomach come closer to snapping.

"You wanna come on Daddy's cock? Huh?" he asks, and you nod easily, your hands finding their way into his hair. "Then do it," he spits. "Cum on Daddy's cock like the filthy slut you are." He gives a firm push on your clit, and that coil snaps hard, your eyes screwing as you scream out his name, your back arching as your hands clamp down on his hair.

He keeps bucking into you, your pussy almost stopping him from moving from how hard you're clamping down on him. "Shit, fuck," he swears, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppy. The last time you clamp down on him, makes him see stars as he cums hard, painting your walls white before you both collapse on the couch, heaving breaths coming from the both of you.

He wraps his arms around you as he turns you both over, keeping himself still sheathed inside of you. "Holy shit. That was, oh, my God," Mattsun comments, and you laugh tiredly as you smile, your eyes starting to close.

You're about to drift off when you hear the door slam. "What the fuck?!" You and Mattsun both freeze, your gaze slowly drifting to the door to see a very confused and pissed Makki standing at the door. Mattsun quickly grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch, putting it over the two of you.

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like," you try, and Makki just blinks at you.

"Man, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really, really not," Mattsun speaks up, and you cover your smile with your hand as you hold back your laugh.

"Love you, too--" Your words are cut off by Makki leaving and slamming the door behind him. You and Mattsun both laugh for a bit before you finally quiet down. "He's so going to kick me out," you say, and you hear Mattsun chuckle against your neck.

"Well, if he does, there's always my place."

BONUS:

Mattsun rubs your shoulders as you lean back against him, the warm water soothing the ache in your muscles, mostly your legs and backside. He had brought you water and a tray of fruit before getting in the tub behind you, fatigue catching up to you as you relax against him. "I was serious about the chance of Hiro kicking me out," you joke quietly as you cuddle further into his wide frame.

He laughs softly as he runs a finger up and down your arm. "And I was serious about you staying at my place. You're not getting away that easily." He looks down at you, and you smile widely as you lean up to kiss him, him meeting you halfway. "Makki might not talk to me for a while though," he speaks up after he separates his lips from you, and you snort as you snuggle back into his chest.

"Ah, he'll be fine."

A/N: Bro the whole numbers thing was so hard for me to come up with lmao, but I think y’all can see how much I love this man, and how much I want him TO ROCK MY SHIT, but that’ll never happen sadly, but like I feel like he would be the best at aftercare in my opinion

[bugsbucky]

Spring Cleaning

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Request: Here I am again my love! Ok so now I’m thinking about Bucky and the reader having to do Spring cleaning but not just washing the floors and windows and all but like cleaning out the closets and clothes and all that!!! Thank you so very much! Love you🥰💕

Warnings: fluff, teasing, a little language, sexual tension, Bucky’s beefy body on show. 

Word Count: 792

Authors Notes: thank you to my love @jobean12-blog for sending this in for me to write! I’m really sorry I went off track slightly and I hope you’ll still like and enjoy it! 💕

Requested by: @jobean12-blog​

Sitting back on your heels, you lifted your favourite shirt that had been thrown out of the closet and sighed. It was a spring cleaning day for you and Bucky, the windows were already cleaned and the floors were washed, they were still wet and you were waiting for them to dry before you could walk on them. So the next task was your closets. 

“Do I really have to get rid of this?” you pouted, holding the raggy material under your nose. It hadn’t been washed in a long while and the last time you wore it, you vaguely remember it didn’t fit. 

“Yes doll. That’s the whole point of spring cleaning.” Bucky chuckled, throwing some old shirts of his own on the floor and kneeling on his knees as he threw the old garments into a black bag for charity. 

“Hey I remember when I bought that shirt for you!” you giggled, taking it out of his hands and holding it against his chest. You bought him the Black Sabbath shirt before he got beefed up, now the thin material pooled above his belly button creating a crop top effect when he wore it. “What if I wear it?!” you grinned now holding it against your chest, the size not much better.

“Doll!” Bucky warned, shaking his head. “We are spring cleaning, not hoard cleaning. Now gimme that shirt and start filling the bags!” 

Your pout turned into an exasperated huff and folded your arms across your chest. “Don’t speak to me like that mister.” Bucky laughed and shoved your shoulder, causing you to stumble backwards on your back giggling uncontrollably as he hovered above you. 

“Sorry m’lady.” he pecked your lips and peppered wet kisses over your face. 

“Buccccckky!” you whined and pressed your hands firmly against his chest. With a chuckle, Bucky sat up and stretched his hand out for you to take. A deep tomato red blush patted your cheeks as the two of you carried on with your duties. 

Putting the worn-out shirts and hoodies in the black bag and putting them to one side, it was time for the next task. Jeans, and Bucky grabbed a couple of pairs from the hangers, sifting through the deep pockets before discarding them into a separate bag. You heard him gasp and saw the blush creep up to his cheeks, it couldn’t be from the kiss attack earlier.

“What’s up love?” you wondered, adjusting your sitting position so you were sat cross legged on the floor.

“Um…” he coughed and tossed something over the side of the room. “An old condom.” you hunched over laughing, trying to stifle it with your hands and you shook your head.

“Why do you have that in your pocket?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at the embarrassed and blushing beefy man in front of you.

“I don’t really remember.” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s a smaller size… before I you know… beefed up.” 

“I’m sure it would still fit Bucky. You might have beefed up, but that hasn’t.” you giggled, pointing to his southern area, loving the way he drops his head down to his lap, embarrassed by this conversation. 

“You’re wrong sweetheart. When I beefed up, everything beefed up. And besides, who was it that kept telling me what a big boy I am?” oh no, now it’s his turn to tease and you laugh harder. 

“Anyway, this spring cleaning is really fun! What should we get to eat?” 

“Oh no. Don’t try and change the subject doll.” 

“Ugh fine. By big boy, I was actually referring to your… um, muscles.” On cue, Bucky pulls his shirt over his head and flexes his bicep muscle, going the extra mile and making you blush uncontrollably when he kisses the bump. You marveled at his incredible form. His defined pec muscles, his abs. Your favourite was definitely his thighs, and you’ve had plenty of rides on them. His fluffy grown out beard was definitely a plus. Your dazed stare didn’t go amiss by the soldier, your eyes full blown as you took in every bump and crevice on his body. You snapped back to reality when he cleared his throat, grinning like a maniac.

“How much more do we need to do?” Bucky wondered, putting his shirt back on much to your disappointment.

“Um, we still have the shoes and some DVD’s to go through.” 

“Ugh fuck. Alright baby. I’m gonna order us some pizza.” Bucky stood to walk out to grab his phone when you called his name, he turned back and smiled.

“Can you order some dessert too for later please baby?”

“Sure, what would you like?”

“Hmm, I kind of fancy a slice of Bucky Barnes naked.” you winked and laughed when he growled loudly, stomping his way towards you.

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