#I’m guessing because you can make sugar from beets

[quibbs126]

So are we ever going to see the Beet Tribe? They’re in the art book

I would like the Beet Cookie lore

[kalopsicanna]

the last angel in kyoto

is this how it would end?

no

she wouldn't make a liar out of him.

pt 2 , pt 3

(art by 2dtestosterone on X)

it’s a cold evening, seeing as it is nearly Christmas, the holiday for lovers.

different couples walk up and down the street, hands locked and in their own bubbles of love and all its melodies. one couple though, is a bit different.

“it’s just a movie, Hime” Gojo Satoru whines, an exasperated look on his face to go with his words.

“no” the woman beside him replies firmly, like she's said it a million times before.

“why not?”

“cause I know you” she pauses to give him a pointed look. “you won’t want to stop at just a movie and i really have to be up early tomorrow to meet my people”

“they can wai-”

“my mom hates waiting”

“well i hate your mom” he weakly argues back.

“no you don’t,” Utahime says with an airy laugh and this makes him pout even more.

of course, he doesn't. how could he possibly hate the woman who gave birth to the angel that is right before him now? that and he simply just likes the sugar cookies she sends back with Utahime for him too much to hate her.

he grows quiet after this, just opting to look at his shoes while they walk together and a small frown etches itself onto Utahime’s face.

“just one movie?” she asks him and like a puppy that's been promised a treat, he perks up.

“yes”

“i guess we can watch just one” she mumbles and he smiles big.

“i knew you'd come around, Hime”

he takes her hand in his and she flushes a bright red, averting her gaze.

she knows, somehow, that it won't be just a movie after all.

“we should get some snacks” he suggests as they pass by a convenience store. it’s a bit late but not so much so he knows they're not just about to close or anything of that sort.

“sure. i’m out of beer too” she agrees, pushing the door open.

“you need to stop drinking so much. you'll die before me if you don't”

“and you need to stop eating too much sweets. you'll die before me if you don't either” she counters, giving the cashier a quick nod as a greeting.

“well i’m not a sugar addict, so”

“and i’m not an alcoholic, so”

he makes a noise of disbelief, raising an eyebrow at her. they both know she's lying but she'd sooner be damned than admit it so she just flips him off and stalks to the fridge.

there's no bite to it, he knows this. he doesn't bother following her, instead opting to go to the candy aisle. he’ll be sure to stock up her place for his next visit.

it’s only been three months since she finally gave in to his endless demand to take her out on a date. she'd been in tokyo on business but had branched in to see shoko and he couldn't resist. she just looked so pretty in the white sundress she had worn then, an angelic aura to her that the white bow on her head complimented.

he'd pestered her for all the five hours that she'd been there until finally, she’d snapped and agreed to go on a date with him.

“so you'll finally buzz off”

she'd said that but he knew she must've liked him too. she'd never been one to ever be cajoled into something. his suspicion had only been confirmed when she'd come out to meet him a week later, her hair done and her face beet red.

he still makes it a point to tease her about it every once in a while.

his hand that has been perusing the sweets selection stops on a pack of watermelon-flavored gummies.

Utahime likes these.

he knows this because the last time he’d left some at her place, they'd magically disappeared on his next visit. she'd denied ever eating them of course but the mischievous smile she had when she thought he wasn't looking gave her away. like a kid who played sick to skip school.

“adorable” he mutters, putting two bags of the gummies into the basket he’d picked up from the front.

the door opens then but he pays it no mind, instead dropping some more unhealthy candy into his basket.

his mistake.

there's a shift in the air but he feels it before he hears it.

two bangs.

gunshots.

his basket falls with a clatter to the floor as the door is reopened and someone is heard running out.

he's running as well.

he ought to go after the perpetrator. he knows. yet still, he only just wants to find Utahime. he wants to know she's safe.

the cash register is opened when he gets to the front and there's barely any money left in it. the cashier is staring at him wide-eyed and the bottles of beer that were on the counter have fallen and broken, the brown liquid in them pouring out.

he doesn't care though.

his eyes are on the girl who is also on the floor.

“…Hime?”

his legs can't seem to move anymore and he's just rooted to the spot, arms tucked to his side and eyes wide as well.

“she tried to stop him. She didn't know…” the cashier starts but he's not even listening.

“Utahime!” another voice calls.

it takes him a moment to register that it’s his voice and another for him to realize that he's now kneeling beside her.

it seems foreign. what he's seeing. what he's doing. like a fever dream. an out-of-body experience.

she's bleeding out. fast.

he presses his palms to the wound but his hands just get coated with the thick red fluid.

“S-Satoru” she calls him weakly.

“shhh. save your strength” he tells her, applying more pressure.

he wishes Shoko was here. she would know what to do. she would. what had she told him then when she was talking about first aid? why hadn't he been listening?

he tries to think back to the lengthy (and boring) discussion she had with him, hoping he'd remember but he comes up short.

damn it!!

why hadn't he been listening then?! why was his brain so useless now??!

“you should see your face now” her low voice comes again and he tears his gaze away from his hands to look at her.

she's smiling and even though he knows it’s her attempt to console him, it tears at his heart even more.

“don't talk” he repeats.

she needs to save her energy. why can't she understand that?

“I need to tell you”

one of her hands comes up to lie atop his on her midsection.

her purple sweater now is almost completely soaked.

“Hime please…”

his vision is blurred and he tries desperately to blink it away. he needs to keep his eyes on her.

“you've tried your best” she coos.

“no! shut up”

he refuses to hear any of what she has to say. he knows where this is going and he doesn't like it one bit.

he'd sworn to Shoko and Suguru and even Nanami(?) to protect her. he'd do just that. what good would that promise be if he just let her go now?

“call the ambulance!!” he roars to the trembling cashier who replies that he's done just that.

“they're on their way, Hime. hang on a bit, okay? help is on the way”

he cradles her face with one hand and the other keeps pressing down on her.

“Satoru”

her voice is sad and his heart rate increases.

he knows.

she's not going to make it.

“tell them you tried your best”

“shut up!” he yells at her and now he's crying.

he's never yelled at her before. not even once. and now he has and it’s at the worst time possible.

“please just stop talking” he pleads, resting his forehead on her chest.

“Satoru” her hands, blood-smeared, cup his face so he can look at her.

“i love you”

his heart shatters even more. for years, he'd dreamed of the day he’d hear her tell him these three words. the same three words he'd planned on saying on their 100th day anniversary later that week.

is this how it would end?

no.

she wouldn't make a liar out of him.

he refuses to accept this.

“screw it. I’ll meet them halfway!”

he scoops her up in his arms, never mind that his clothes are getting bloodied, and bolts out of the store and down the street.

he doesn't go very far before he's met with the ambulance.

the paramedics seem to understand him because they clamber out of the vehicle and get right into action.

when she's left his arms is when he finally breaks down.

he falls to his knees, too weak to even stand, and just lets it all out. fat tears fall down his face like a rivulet and he has snot running down his nose too but he doesn't care.

he doesn't care that there are passers-by watching. he doesn't care that the cashier from the store is now rubbing his back in an attempt to console him. he doesn't care that the paramedics have now stopped wheeling her away and are now all gathered beside her.

he's too deep in his head that he almost doesn't notice the thumbs-up one of them gives him

almost.

[parkjimin1010smuts]

Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung  have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person. 

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary.  It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow. 

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with  three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you  shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your  mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning.  I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!”  you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation.  When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung  unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around  Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

[maddieinwonder]

A Lesson In Romance #3: The Cast

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, the team figures it out.

A/N: I'm guilty of writing too much Morgan and Garcia but I can't help it — they're so much fun! I think them plus Emily would have the most dramatic reactions to Spencer in a (potential) relationship, though I'm excited to write about the rest too.

(Also, the reference at the end is from Lord of the Rings, because I love Lord of the Rings.)

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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If you've learned anything from rom-coms, it's that every romantic lead needed a supporting cast. Whether they were siblings, parents, or childhood best friends, the main character needed somebody who would drop everything to talk to them — preferably showing up at their doorstep with face masks, nail polish, and a bottle of wine.

In your life right now, you suppose those people would be your teammates from the BAU.

Of course, this hypothetical scenario didn't require your potential love interest to be from work, but let's say for the purposes of the discussion that they were. Then you hoped, at least, that they would have an IQ of 150 or higher and a propensity for wearing mismatched socks.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. You were simply imagining the hypothetical scenario where your life was a rom-com. Hypothetically, you would need a love interest, and hypothetically, you kind of already had one.

“Hey,” Spencer waved you over from across the coffee shop. It wasn’t difficult to spot him when the place was nearly vacant. Everything was slow and quiet this early in the morning, and you weren’t going to make an exception.

“Morning,” you greeted softly as you sat down, relaxing into the smell of freshly roasted coffee and baked goods.

“I already ordered yours.” He smiled, tucking his book away in his messenger bag. “They had bagels this morning. Yours is cream cheese, but mine is strawberry jelly.” He looked overly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but crack a sleepy smile.

You eyed the spread in front of you, before lifting your gaze to meet his. “So your theory that you can predict my taste in desserts seems to be getting better.”

"Yes!" He shout-whispered, silently raising his fists in victory. “I knew I was right.”

You giggled at his overexcitement over something as small as getting your dessert order right. Although, he did once spend ten whole minutes explaining to you why dessert for breakfast was an underrated concept, so you couldn't say this was beyond your expectations for Dr. Spencer Reid.

You propped your head up with your arms, a smile plastered over your face. “Have I ever told you that you’re a weirdo, doctor?” You teased.

“Why, yes. Yes you have.” He replied with a smile, gesturing at you to try the bagel. His own was almost-gone, so they must be good.

And it was. Your eyes fluttered shut as the heavenly combination of carbs and cream woke up your taste buds. It was made even better with a sip of the perfect cup of coffee.

"Perfect," you sighed happily, digging into your breakfast further as Spencer quietly caught you up on the latest news in classical art.

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have guessed that you would talk to Spencer alone, much less spend your mornings together with him. But as it turned out, a lot could change in a few days.

After the initial awkwardness between you had passed, you found that the two of you shared a lot more interests than interdimensional doctors and space opera. You both loved coffee, obviously, but you also had a mutual love for desserts, classical literature, and history.

It didn't take long for these interests to seep into the weekend, resulting in a suspiciously date-like afternoon with Spencer at his favourite museum. But you tried not to think too much into it. After all, the day had ended with a "see you at work", and not a "would you like to come in?"

Still, your dance between friendship and something more continued to grow wilder as days passed, until it reached a point where it inhabited your every waking thought. The only time it didn't, ironically, was when you were spending time with the person in question and every stray thought seemed to fall away.

Your mornings with him brought a necessary reprieve to the dark realities of this job, and some days you almost had to drag yourself out of your seat, knowing that you were straying from the calm of his company straight into the lion's mouth. But duty always called.

Your sudden hesitance to be apart from the resident genius hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of your team either; ever since the two of you walked into office one morning with matching coffee cups and smiles on your faces.

At first you enjoyed Spencer's company too much to care, but you knew that it was going to bite you back one day. And today seemed to be that day.

You could tell, because the lift doors to the BAU opened to one very determined Penelope Garcia with her arms folded across her chest. "Spit it out, you two," she said sharply without any greeting.

You and Spencer looked at each other, confused, before looking back at Penelope. "Spit out what, Pen?" You asked, a frown starting to form between your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" She squeaked, dropping her stern facade for a brief moment. "Are the two of you dating? The entire team has been dying to know, and I mean, d-y-i-n-g because there's a huge pot of money with my name on it if you are."

"Ah— No— I mean, you think—" Spencer stammered, his face instantly turning beet red in embarrassment, while your face began to grow red for another reason entirely.

"I think what he means is 'no', and what I mean to say is— what do you mean the entire team?" You half-yelled the question, while Penelope raised her hands defensively.

"What I mean, sugar, is that the two of you went from avoiding each other completely, to coming into work together everyday — and I know you spent last weekend together too, because you couldn't stop talking about it the next day at work and everybody noticed." She stated, pushing up her glasses.

"Not to mention, Dr. Reid here started wearing brighter colours subconsciously." She continued with her observations. "I know this, because in the almost four years I've worked with this man, I've never seen him wear anything brighter than violet. Or white. Or beige. But those don't count." She shook her head, getting back to her point.

"You get what I mean— and you," she pointed her pen in your direction, causing you to jump slightly. "You finally stopped doubting yourself as a part of this team. I knew this when you started talking more often during briefings — which I have nothing against, B-T-W, I totally support any effort in self-care and personal growth — but you also stopped shifting in your seat which you used to do when you felt nervous."

Penelope took a deep breath, preparing for the climax. "So all I can assume, is either you've been attending one of the 52 self-help classes that happen every weekend in Virginia, or somebody has been helping you find some serious zen."

"And my money's on the latter because every time you think nobody's watching, you're making eyes at Reid. But you're wrong. Garcia is always watching." She concluded triumphantly, raising one finger to point at herself.

"You might make a good profiler yet, doll." Derek remarked, walking up to the group with a smirk firmly affixed to his face.

"Expert at all things romance, and Cupid of the Behavioural Analysis Unit, Penelope Garcia at your service." She smiled, graciously curtseying to your other teammate.

"I know you're smart like that, babygirl," he grinned, draping his arm around her shoulder, "but you also don't know pretty boy as well as I do, because they aren't in a relationship."

He turned to you questioningly. "Are you?"

"No." You replied, glancing hesitantly at Spencer for his response, but his face simply looked blank with shock.

"See? Now it's time to collect my payout." Derek grinned at the tech analyst, making the motion of raining dollar bills.

Penelope tailed behind him grumpily as he walked into the BAU office, surely to share the "good news" with everybody else.

You hesitated to follow, imagining what teasing and looks would follow regardless of the outcome. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, Spencer gestured back at the empty lift with his head and you smiled, realising what he meant.

"That is the best hypothesis you've had all morning," you said. The two of you shared a laugh as you got back into the lift.

Even behind glass doors, you could hear a muffled "What?!" that you guessed came from Emily. "There's absolutely no way those two aren't together already. Have you seen them?"

There was a brief pause, then a loud groan.

"I know, that's what I told him!" Penelope's high-pitched voice was clear. "You know I'm going to be right about them eventually—"

The lift doors finally closed, blocking out the rest of their conversation. You looked up at Spencer, your gaze meeting his clear hazel eyes. He looked at his watch briefly before saying the next words.

"We've got time. Are you up for second breakfast?" He asked, referencing a movie from a conversation two weeks ago. He remembered. Of course he remembered.

You cleared your throat before replying the next line. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper?"

He laughed, and you felt a familiar peace return to you.

Whatever your teammates were yelling about, the two of you could deal with it later. Together.

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Tag list:

@blue-space-porgs @nobutalsoyes @lady-loves-a-lot

[dianapana]

SH Day 9 – Never Have I Ever

@sasuhinamonth

Rated T, Modern AU, OOC

Oof , for this one ideas just wouldn't come to me, so once again I looked through older stories I never finished and found this one which I thought fit to a certain degree. I didn’t really wanna go the normal route of the game itself, so I just interpreted the prompt as a new experience. I hope you enjoy, ~Love, Dia

It wasn’t uncommon for people to randomly sit down at his table, especially if those people were girls. They’d stumble onto the seat and act like it was all an accident, like they didn’t see him and thought the table was empty, or that they tripped and ‘landed’ on the seat. Other times they’d ask if they could sit because there were no free tables anymore, granted this last excuse happened to be true once or twice, but usually, it was just a lie and the two would sit in awkward silence for a few moments staring at each other with a number of empty seats all around.

However, the person sitting across from him was a girl he saw around the diner quite often, urgency written all over her face. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her, but the situation didn’t faze him at all, thus he continued eating, putting 2 French fries in his mouth and slowly chewing, waiting for her to state her reason and purpose.

“I need you to pretend we’re here together” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her. “My ex just walked in and I’m not in the mood to deal with him. If I’m here with someone, in this case you, he’ll either leave me alone or he’ll at least leave sooner.” His eyes moved to a guy that was just walking to the counter still obvious to his ex-girlfriend. “Please…” her eyes were begging him to help.

Sasuke sighed and pushed his milkshake her way. “It’d be strange if we were here together and I was the only one that had ordered something” Her pale eyes lit up like Christmas trees.

“Thank you so much. I’m Hinata by the way” She gave him a genuine smile. He nodded her way.

“Sasuke. I’d shake your hand but that would look strange since we’re supposed to be here together.”

For a second, silence fell over their table but Hinata started giggling at what he just said, her laugh could have also been intertwined with nervous laughter for it was a little too loud for Sasuke’s own liking, either way, he couldn’t help but smirk her. Naruto would freak if he saw Sasuke talking to a stranger, a girl no less, and not only that, but he was actually putting in the effort to help her and maintain a conversation. He had never willingly had a conversation with a stranger before.

Sadly Hinata’ sudden laughing fit turned the attention of a white-haired guy, also known in Sasuke’s head as the girl’s ex, to them. The said guy looked their way, moment in which Sasuke noticed the myriad of feelings showing onto his expression, he seemed to go from hopeful to confused to slightly irritated and then settle for putting on a fake smile and strolling their way.

“Hinata, long time no see, how are you?” The ex-boyfriend looked at her and gave Sasuke a not-so-subtle glare. He took in their table before raising an eyebrow and immediately asking another question, essentially cutting Hinata off before she could answer his first question. “Matcha milkshake? I thought you hated those”

“Oh, I used to yea, but I think they changed the receipt here. I tasted one sip from when Sasuke ordered one last time and it was pretty good, so today I wanted to see for myself” She said smoothly and took a big sip of her, well…his milkshake. “And I’ve been pretty good. How about yourself?” She smiled way too sweetly at him.

“Uh…can’t complain” He took another second to examine them again. “Well, I was actually thinking maybe we can get together and have dinner sometime next week?”

“Dude, you don’t ask out a girl when she’s already out with another guy, that’s just fucking messed up” Sasuke said, without actually meaning to his voice got deeper and he glared at the ‘ex-boyfriend’. He didn’t care that he and Hinata weren’t there together for real, it’s a universal rule you don’t ask out a girl if she’s there with a date, that’s just a douchey move.

Hinata was grinning at him from behind her hand, her eyes glittering with amusement. Sasuke had to admit something to himself, the strange girl was pretty, but she was even more beautiful while she smiled.

“Chill dude. I didn’t think this was a date” he said raising his hands as if trying to say he meant no harm. “I mean who the fuck brings a date at this shitty diner” He whispered under his breath, but both Hinata and Sasuke heard him and their moods turned pretty dark. Sasuke’s instinct was the punch the guy’s lights out, another new feeling he hadn’t experienced, at least not because of a girl. He is usually in control of his emotions and rarely loses his cool.

“Sasuke wanted to go have a sweet picnic in the park near my house, which was so thoughtful and sweet, but sadly the weather didn’t agree with him because it started raining. That’s when I remembered how I wanted to taste the milkshake, so I proposed we came here to wait for the rain to stop.” Sasuke had to admit, her lying skills were top-notch, her story had a natural flow to it, she composed a strong and believable narrative with pretty much no holes, her delivery too added to its credibility, fot she spoke with such ease. Hinata reached for his hand that was on the table and squeezed it while spreading her web of lies. Sasuke noticed the ex-boyf rolling his eyes, and a part of him felt utter satisfaction from the jerk’s annoyance.

“Whatever. I gotta bounce anyway. See you around” He turned and started walking out the diner without waiting for a reply. Sasuke snorted when he noticed that the ex didn’t even purchase anything. He was lost in his own world of trash-talking the guy but was got distracted by the petite girl in front of him that whispered not so quietly “I fucking hope not.”

“Well, that was fun.” He smirked at her. “Let me guess, bad break-up?” Hinata sighed and ran both hands over her face.

“The worst. It was a set up and we went on a few dates which were fine I guess, but I just didn’t really want a relationship at the time, or at least not with him. Either way, the break-up itself took like 3 hours cuz he just wouldn’t accept it.” She took another sip of his milkshake and gaged. “Oh god, I forgot how awful this tasted.” She said more to herself, it didn’t take her a full second to turn beet-red.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry this is yours. I d-didn’t mean to drink from it, it just happened. Let me buy you a new one” She got onto her feet but Sasuke grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit back down.

“Don’t worry about it. You barely drank any”

Had he been in his right mind he’d tell the girl to buy him extra fries too for the trouble and then he’d tell her to scramble. But for some reason or another, he didn’t want her to leave just yet. He pulled the glass back to him and drank from it just to prove to her everything was fine.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that. It’s not even sweet” Her nose wrinkled in disgust, Sasuke didn’t throw the world ‘cute’ around easily but she looked adorable.

“I hate sweets. So, this is perfect” Her jaw dropped, she looked like he had just said he hated puppies and his mother. Hinata blinked a few times, closed her mouth and opened it to say something, closed it back again. She looked genuinely confused, like someone that hated sweets wasn’t meant to exist.

“I-I don’t understand. How can you hate sweets? T-They make the world a better place. Don’t tell me that after a shitty day you don’t go home to eat a gallon of ice cream with a dozen of cookies because I will not believe you”

Now it was his turn to gag just thinking about the amount of sugar in the ‘snack’ she described. His reaction repulsed her.

“Oh wow. I’m perplexed. I had no idea people like you existed”

The fact that she said it with straight face made him believe she honestly didn’t think that what he said could be true, which for some reason he found extremely funny.

“Huh, you learn something every day.” She said with a smile, it seemed she had gotten over her confusion and found the whole conversation quite as amusing as he did.

A waitress came over to take Sasuke’s now empty milkshake glass.

“Would you like anything else?”

“Could you please bring me a veggie burger and a blueberry lemonade? And some fries too” She ordered and it relieved him that she did, he hadn’t had a lunch companion besides Naruto in a while.

“I’d also like some fries and another matcha milkshake”

“I’ll be right back,” The older woman said and left right away. When he turned back to the girl before him, she was staring at him with a small smile on her lips so he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I was sure you’d tell me to leave, or tell the waiter you’d like the bill and left yourself.” She put both of her hands on the table and played with her bracelet. “I’ve seen you around the diner. You’re not the…most welcoming face here and I’ve also saw you get up and leave on multiple occasions when someone sat at your table”

Her cheeks were a shade or two darker and she didn’t look at him but rather looked at her fidgeting hands. She was embarrassed for admitting she noticed him way before this encounter, she was nervous that she had crossed a line. What she said was true, he knew he wasn’t the nicest person but he did genuinely enjoy her presence, also he’d been in a number of situations where he would have liked someone to pretend to be there with him so he’d escape an acquaintance or a fangirl. Plus, the very same day Naruto told him he should do an act of ‘kindness’ a day or his karma would turn bad. He didn’t believe in the nonsense his blonde friend talked about, but when she sat down she looked in so much distress even he didn’t have the heart to tell her to leave.

“You’re right, But, you looked frightened, I’m not heartless,” He said in a neutral voice and Hinata blushed even redder. His lips twitched upward. Where did her confidence and acting skills go?

“I-I-I didn’t mean you are heartless…just…umm, uh” she was at a loss of words.

“It’s fine. You didn’t offend me” Hinata looked up at him relived.

“I didn’t? Oh, that’s really good, because I didn’t mean anything rude by what I said” her shoulders relaxed and her blush faded, not completely she was still a bit flushed but not quite as red as before.

“Since you knew there was a chance, I’d leave why did you sit here?”

Her smile softened a little. “Have you ever seen a person and had the urge to talk to them? For them to be your friend? I don’t mean to sound creepy, but every time I saw you here, I always wanted to talk to you, I just never had the courage. I guess the situation gave me the opportunity to do so. And I’m quite glad because, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a pretty good time talking to you” her cheeks flared even redder with each confession, for some reason admitting her thoughts in front of him was embarrassing. “Oh, just so you know, I’ve never done this before. I just had a pretty bad day and didn’t want it to get worse by having to be in his company for long.”

Their talk continued for a while longer until finally, their food arrived. The older waitress placed their orders on the table.

“There you go. Enjoy your food”

“Thank you” Hinata nodded at the waitress with a smile.

“I have one more question.” Sasuke said as Hinata took a sip of her lemonade, but gestured with her hand for him to go on. “What happened? When he was here you were a very smooth talker, but when you thought you offended me you seemed to be drowning in your own words”

Her blush came back and Sasuke decided he quite liked how she looked with it. She played with the tips of her hair, rolling it onto her finger. “W-when I was little, I was extremely shy, I couldn’t even look at strangers, my parents entered me in acting classes in hopes that I’d get over it. It didn’t really go as planned. I’m a lot better now, obviously but I still get anxious easily. Even so the acting classes did help me, when I’m in a crisis I seem to calm down and I’m able to collect my thoughts” She looked a bit over his shoulder in deep thought. “It’s like a defence mechanism but it doesn’t always work. Case in point when I o-offended you, which I’m sorry about again”

“I see…also you didn’t offend me, I told you this before. You only stated your opinion, which was true by the way”

She smiled at him once more and they started eating, it wasn’t complete silence, they made small talk asked about normal things, hobbies, friends, school and all that. Once they were finished and Sasuke asked for the bill since it was getting pretty dark and the rain finally stopped, he noticed her playing with the bracelet again.

“Something wrong?”

“Huh?” she looked up at him confused.

“You were fidgeting your hands like you did before when you were nervous. Is something bothering you?”

Hinata opened her mouth. They had spent about 2 or 3 hours together and he was able to pick up some of her habits already. He did seem like the type of person that paid attention, he was quiet but observing. Without meaning to she associated him with one of those old people from the park that sit on a bench and watch everyone pass by, like they don’t belong to this world, they just witness it, they are watchers that see the smallest details.

He didn’t know what she was thinking about, but her smile was beautifully tragic, she seemed sad, or at least contemplative.

“I was just thinking how much I enjoyed our…lunch? Dinner? And was wondering how awkward it would be to…a-ask for your number m-maybe?”

He also liked when she stuttered a little. “I don’t see why not. I enjoyed myself as well”

If only Naruto saw him give his number to a girl, the blonde would never let this slide, which was also why he’d never tell his blonde best friend about the petite blue-haired girl that made his ordinary day a little bit extraordinary, she proved that sometimes doing things you’ve never done can have a good end result, in this case talking to a stranger and pretending to date led to a pleasant evening and hopefully a friend and maybe more.

[rhenuvee]

“Your Tip, Love.” (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: Can students get part-time jobs...? Idk but just go with it dude.

Taglist: @obsessedwithrandomthings​

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Why did your mom tell you to get a job? You weren’t poor, nor was this to look good or have work experience. She just hated when you had nothing to do at Hogwarts. It didn’t have to be a good job, but your mom knew that if you didn’t have anything to do you’d die of boredom.

And that’s why you’ve been working at Honeydukes starting this year. On the contrary, standing in the middle of the shop and offering samples of candies seemed to lose your interest very quickly throughout the weeks. At least you got discounts on the candies. 

“(Y/n)! Could you get me a Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans- pretty please?” 

“No!”

Unfortunately, it was highly embarrassing when your friends burst into the shop and demanded free candies from you. Even worse if you see a classmate or someone you worked on an assignment with. Every Saturday, it was a ritual of you crossing your fingers and praying to every great wizard you didn’t see a familiar face and make it awkward.

This Saturday, it seemed to be going fairly well. The customers who were willing to try a sample were very nice, and no one you knew came in. Ahh, today was going to be-

“George hurry up!” 

You froze. You recognized that voice- you definitely spoke too soon. 

Fred Weasley, you definitely knew him, who wouldn’t? Famous prankster along with George and Lee. One of Gryffindor’s star beaters. And you for sure wouldn’t forget him after that one time you were paired with him to do that assignment in potions. 

You remember awkwardly walking to the table for you to work together. You felt sweaty- did you stand too far or too close to him? He did help you which was the opposite of his usual antics. Except you noticed from the corner of your eyes that he was grinning the whole time... why was this important?

You did not realize until your friend flat out told you- they thought you liked him, and that he liked you. They somehow noticed how smiley he was around you- which you did have to admit was out of place because y’all were in potions! And of course they saw your awkward and knew how clammy your hands would get when you were nervous. It was a day of relentless teasing.

But back to a present time problem- Fred, George and Lee had just walked into the store. They were bound to see you, you were practically a sitting duck. 

Your panic mode gave you three options:

Fight - “Hi Fred!” but who were you kidding, your confidence was level 0. 

Flight - Run away and have Mr. and Mrs. Flume scold you? Plus, wouldn’t that make you a tad dramatic?

Freeze - And then you could-

“Are those chocolate frogs?” asked Lee Jordan. You were snapped out of your thoughts and your face started to get hot instantly.

“Um, yeah would you like one?” you said shyly stretching out the tray of sweets.

“Free samples? Wicked.” The boys each took one chocolate frog from the tray and started to browse around the shop for any other sweets that interested them. 

You weren’t able to see Fred’s reaction to seeing you, but knowing that he didn’t say anything made you guess that he didn’t recognize you, or something along those line. You turned your head in the boys’ direction. They were distracted by the shelves of candies and were not making things awkward with you.

You sighed a breath of relief and checked the watch on your left wrist. Your shift was almost done, and you could finally return to your dorm and flop on the bed. 

The three boys paid for their treats and left the store. You took one last glance at them as they exited and then back to your watch.

“Hey (y/n).” You lifted your head to come to sight of Fred, who was in the middle of holding the door slightly open for himself.

“It was nice seeing you.” he said with a wink. With that he left, and you seemed to still be initiating the third panic mode option with your jaw dropped. Did Fred Weasley just say it was nice to see you?! 

The moment Mr. Flume bid you goodbye for the week, you bolted back to the castle immediately. 

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It was another Saturday at Honeydukes. Fred had not said anything to you about last week, and you were grateful. Little did you know, that older Weasley twin had a plan.

“(Y/n)!” shouted your friend Maya. 

“Oh hi Maya!” you said surprised that she came to Honeydukes.

“Just wanted to visit, wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” she joked. You rolled your eyes playfully. You couldn’t deny it though, you did enjoy when your friends made a bit of time to be with you at your shift.

You were talking for a bit, until you saw who you did and did not want to see. You watched with wide eyes as Harry, Ron, Hermione and the twins entered the store. 

“Hey isn’t that Fred Weasley? The guy you get all nervous around?” she whispered in your ear. 

“Maya!” you scolded attempting to bump into her with your tray of sweets. 

“Oh I see how it is...” she winked in amusement of the scowl on your face. She then went to the shelves in the back.

“Maya where are you going?” you asked almost frantically.

“Hm? Oh nothing, these chocolates look really interesting...” she said clearly putting on an act to seem busy. You were definitely going to get her back for that.

“Are those sugar quills free samples?” asked a voice which made you turn your head back to the front. You came to face Ron Weasley, who you knew as the twins’ younger brother. 

“Yeah, feel free to take one.” You tried to sound less shaky, you hoped it worked. Ron’s eyes widened and started taking a few quills. 

“Ronald!” scolded Hermione hitting his arm. Ron was taken aback. “She said take one, not an all you can eat buffet!” 

“Alright I’m sorry!” Ron said slightly embarrassed.

“It’s okay, really!” you said trying to reassure them, you didn’t want to make it more weird. Hermione shook her head at him as Harry and the twins were snickering. They all parted ways within the store, except Fred didn’t budge.

“Sorry about my brother.” he said sheepishly.

“It’s fine, it’s no big deal anyway.” you said. Your heart was pounding, the fact that you uttered a full sentence to Fred was an accomplishment.

“What’s a girl like you doing, working at Honeydukes?” Fred asked while picking up one of your sugar quills. 

“Oh, my mom doesn’t like when I don’t have anything to do. I mean it’s fine really, I get a discount on candy.” you explained. “W-what about you?”

“Me? Well rumour has it that there’s a really cute girl who works at Honeydukes who displays the sweets every Saturday.” he said smirking. Your face went beet red- he was talking about you?!

“R-really...?” you asked attempting to sound oblivious.

“Yes, and she’s especially cute when she gets all quiet around me.” He was making you more embarrassed than intended. Way for him to call you out sis. You were about to say something, but the trio and George finished paying for their candies and were heading out.

“Fred, stop flirting, let’s go!” called George holding the door open for him. Your brain was going haywire- Fred Weasley flirting with you?? Fred chuckled.

“Be patient you prat.” George rolled his eyes in return. You watched as Fred fished in his pockets for coins and placed them on your display tray.

“Your tip, love.” he said. He bent down to your height and kissed your cheek. You were left with the feeling of his soft lips on your face. You couldn’t utter a single word out. Fred waved at your paralyzed state and left with George shaking his head and laughing at his twin’s romantic gesture. 

“Oh my god...” said a voice behind you. You turned your head slowly and saw Maya.

“Maya! What the fu-”

“Did Fred just kiss you?!” she squealed. She looked more excited than you.

“I-” you couldn’t even English at this point. You knew she was going to tease you for this big time, so you had to change the subject. “Maya, did you really take ten minutes to admire those chocolates in the back?”

“Yes.”

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Your shift was almost done for today, however your heart was fluttering the whole time thinking of Fred. Oh god, how were you supposed to face him now?

Suddenly you heard a thump coming from the cellar of the store. You didn’t go down there often, so you felt a little uneasy when you walked in slowly to check.

“Mr. Flume? Mrs. Flume?” you called out quietly. No answer. You looked left and right, there was nobody you could see. 

Your whole body did a small jump as you saw a tile on the floor move. The tile kept moving until you saw it lift and move to the side. You were shocked to see Fred emerge.

“Oh hello love.” he said casually.

“Fred! What are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled as you went to help him get out. As soon as he stepped out, he dusted off his clothes.

“I missed you.” he said a smirk playing on his lips. Fred making you flustered twice in one shift? Your heart couldn’t take it.

“S-stop playing with me, why did you- no, how did you come here?! What was that?!” you asked pushing him up the stairs back to the shop. He purposely resisted a little to make your life harder. As soon as you both reached the top of the stairs, he leaned against wall.

“Didn’t know you spoke that much, (y/n).” he teased. You groaned.

“Fred, I already saw you this morning, why are you-”

“Go on a date with me.” You backed into the doorway from hearing what he had just asked you. You noticed that there wasn’t a playful grin on his face, but instead looked almost worried. 

“Okay.” you said smiling.

“Okay?” he asked repeating your reply. You realized how short and blunt your answer seemed. No wonder you’ve been single all this time.

“I-I mean yes! I’d love to go on a date with you.” you said shyly. He walked over to your small form and lightly pinned you against the wall.

“Can I kiss you then?” he asked brushing your jawline with this thumb. You managed to nod in response. With that, he closed the remaining gap between you and locked his lips with yours.

The kiss made you dizzier ten times more than the simple peck from hours ago. And bloody hell was he a good kisser. Your arms went up to link around his neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.

“Um (y/n), it’s the end of your shift you and your boyfriend can leave now...”

You both broke off immediately in embarrassment as you recognized the voice as Mrs. Flume. She was standing awkwardly behind the cashier. Oh god, you were going to get fired for sure.

“...I told him to use the front door but he just had to pull a Santa Clause-“ The three of you turned your heads to the door to see Lee and George mid sentence stopping to see you and Fred with your hands on each other and Mrs. Flume catching you in the act.

“Oh my- Mrs. Flume we’re so sorry!” said George pretending to be scared and apologizing a million times.

“Yes yes it will never happen again!” shouted Lee being just as dramatic.

“You know how couples get..” said George pushing you and Fred out the door quickly.

“U-uhm I’m so sorry Mrs. Flume, S-see you next week!” you stuttered out without even looking her in the eye. As you stopped outside you panted as Fred was giggling the entire time.

“Why are you laughing? Fred!” you said playfully slapping him on the arm as he continued laughing.

“Oh Merlin, (y/n) you don’t know how funny that was- your reaction was adorable!”

“You should be glad, we saved both your arses.” Said Lee proudly with George nodding along.

“Now you can finally go on your date!” Said George cheerfully. “But if I see you both snogging when you get back I won’t be there to save either of you again.”

You blushed at the thought of you and Fred snogging again. Fred scoffed and waved them off. He took your hand in his as you started to walk on your date.

“By the way, I don’t care what George says. There will be snogging, a hundred percent.”

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Bakery Box Boy: Bath Time

CW: mentions of punishment, physical harm, scars, modern slavery, memory alteration, self-blame, people talking negatively about the character, internalized hatred, I’m really bad at these I’m working on it, anxiety WC: 1316

IT CONTINUES I swear one of you asked me to tag you but I forgot who. Thanks again to @moose-teeth and @whumpywhumper for beta-reading. And we also located the post that inspire this!! so thanks @whumping-every-day for that wonderful answer!!

The warm water swirls around his - Jasper’s - hands as he moves them through the water, feeling the gentle push and pull. It’s steamy, a fog of vanilla and sweet wood that clings to him like the cold had. He worries it’ll ruin the beautiful wallpaper, the one covered in yellow flowers with dark green stems that look like they’re growing all over the wall. He doesn’t want to ruin the wallpaper. 

He doesn’t want to ruin things, not again.

But, nothing about this seems to be going right. The memory of coming out of the box still feels...foggy, like the air around him, a confusion that clings to his chest with the fear that he has done something wrong, with knowing he’s been bad. 847650 - Jasper his brain continues to correct - isn’t good. He can’t remember why, or how, but he knows. Not that he wasn’t good enough here, those blunders are still fresh. No, it’s a deeper certainty, that the core of who 847650 is, is mistake.

He knows because the things in his mind that he can grasp, they are only pain, and fear, and people yelling. Because he can see the thin tracery of lines that cover his arms, his legs. Because he can feel the way his bones crack when he stands. Because of the way skin pulls uncomfortably across his back that makes him scared to look. 

But his new owner, they’d….touched him. Not the way they did in the white rooms, in the places he wishes would fog over more. It had been gentle. Warm. Hands that rubbed circles into the frozen joints, wrapped them in blankets far too soft for something as torn and broken as him. She knew, he was sure, because the one thing he could clearly remember, was her face when he’d first opened his eyes. 

Horror. 

He is a terror, a horror, a thing made to be kept in a basement. That’s what the handlers have told him this time or the time before or sometime that blends into a forever of white rooms only punctuated with the pain of knowing he is bad in the way a belt or a cane or a whip or a hand hits him until he is beat beet-red.

Useless, can’t believe it’s back again.

What’d it do this time? Can’t believe they keep sending it out. Guess money is money.

How much longer you think it’ll last?

Who knows? This thing’s like a bad luck boomerang, can’t get rid of it

And 847650 knows they are right, in his bones. That nothing good happens around him. To him. It’s written on his skin, in the box he came in, in the way her face had looked. 

So, why had she touched him like that? Why is she letting him sit here, in this nice bath, that is using far too much warm water on him? Why does she only have nice soaps for him to use, ones that smell like sugar and sweetness and all the things he can barely remember beyond them being far too nice?

It feels so wrong, and he wants it to stop. He wants the shoe to drop, to kick his ribs, to crush his hand. 

Doesn’t he?

He isn’t made for flowered walls, for warm fireplaces and hand-knit blankets that smell musty and cozy with years of use worn into their threads, not threadbare but instead comfortable, secure in their place. 

He wants to be like that, to know where he belongs, to belong, but he is bad. Bad luck. And he knows there is no way he belonged somewhere like here, can’t, not for long. 

A knock on the door jumps him out of his thoughts, water almost sloshing onto the soft bathmat. 

One drop away from disaster.

“Sugar? I found some clothes for you. I think they might fit, you’re about the right size. I’ll just leave ‘em here on the edge of the counter. You just come on out when you’re ready, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He sees a hand slip a pile of fabric onto the edge of the counter before the door shuts again.

When he’s ready? 

A test. It must be. To see how quickly he can recover, get himself ready to learn. 

Even though the water soothes the ache in his limbs, he forces himself to pull the drain open, watching his solace slink down the drain. Grabbing the towel that is far too fluffy, he stands carefully in the tub, drying off before stepping out so to be sure to not slick the tile with water. 

The pile of clothes have the same slightly musty, stored smell of the blankets. He doesn’t mind it, feeling the soft, pliable fabric in his hands. It’s not stiff, like clothes he feels in the edges of his mind he’s worn before, that felt too wrong on his body, too perfect in every angle and shape. But they’re not full of holes that make his skin shiver with the memory of cold far worse than that of the box. It’s clothing that’s been lived in, been given a home, for longer than he can imagine.

He pulls on the white shirt, feeling it hang loose on his shoulders as he puts the thick flannel over top. The jeans, while thin, hang loose on his hips, until he has to tighten the belt to the second to last hand-worn notch just so they’ll stay up. But it’s all so warm and soft over his skin. The socks are luxurious, thick wool that helps him cling to the feeling of toes. Of being here, even as the fog in his brain still makes it hard to think, to remember. 

When you’re ready her voice echoes in his brain, and suddenly, he’s quickly folding the towel back onto its rack, and scrambling to the kitchen. He isn’t sure how long he stood there, fingers just trailing over the fabric on his skin, but he knows intimately it was too long. 

Jasper nearly slams into the wall as the sudden slick of socks on his feet causes him to slide down the hall, limbs flailing like a newborn fawn. He manages to recover, grabbing the doorway as his heart thumps in his ears in fear. 

Please, please let me to have been quick enough to be good

“Oh, there you are. I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there, was about to go check to see if you’d drowned.” His owner’s face is smiling, and she winks, but he can’t understand why. Clearly, he’d taken too long. Maybe she’s happy because it means she now has a reason to punish him, to start teaching him a lesson. Maybe because it proves that he isn’t good, just like she thought when she saw him. He ducks his head, feeling his shoulders stiffen and hoping maybe this punishment will at least be a bit lighter, since his bones still ache from the cold, muscles straining just to stay upright.

“I-I’m sorry I took so long Miss Della.” For no reason, dammit, he feels tears prick his eyes, and he forces them away. 

Crying ain’t gonna do you no good, little boy, the voice in his head taunts with the crackle of electricity in its anger.

“No worries, I like myself a good soak too. I’m sure after getting soaked in the cold it felt nice to do an ole switcheroo hmm? Why don’t we go sit by the fire, warm you up a bit more, and I’ll go over the ground rules and what not” Her face breaks out into a smile as she crosses to the living room, picking up a dark iron rod to stoke the fire.

Jasper reminds himself to follow, even as a spot on his hip screams about how red hot pokers feel on skin. 

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The Whole Damn World, And More(Current!Axl Rose x Reader) [Smut]

This wasn’t requested, but I love current day Axl, and I really wanted a fic like this.

Description: You’re Axl’s much-younger girlfriend, and the media has had a field day with your relationship. Every article is a false speculation that you’re a gold digger, that Axl’s paid you to date him, that it’s a fake relationship for publicity. It’s not doing much for Axl’s self-esteem, and you’ve noticed. No matter what the media says, it doesn’t change how you feel about Axl, and you’re determined to prove it.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Low Self-Esteem

Guns N Roses Taggers: @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @curly-hudson @ubernoxa

Permanent Taggers: @smokeandmirrorz @holyjunkie @overlyobsessedfangirl @slashevilsister @julessworldd @comawhxte666 @agroupiewhore

Older Axl Rose Taggers: @frankillol @assassin-canary

“This is bullshit. Utter. Fucking. Bullshit.”

You stared down at the trashy gossip magazine that was tightly clutched between your fingers, a look of pure disgust on your face. The press weren’t even trying to hide their opinion of your relationship with Axl, anymore. A picture of you and Axl was the front cover. The picture itself was incredibly manipulative; they had snapped the photo while you were distracted, so Axl was smiling at you lovingly while you looked off somewhere else, appearing uninterested.

Along with the picture, the caption read, “Axl Rose has a new girlfriend-or is sugar baby a better word? (Y/n) (L/n), seen pictured here alongside the singer(who just turned 59)while out at a local festival, appears to be completely uninterested in her supposed lover. Maybe the money just isn’t enough?” You could feel your face going beet red. Fuck, you hated the fucking press so much sometimes. You tossed the stupid magazine onto the kitchen floor and stood up from the table, kicking it aside.

God, why did the press hate you so much? You’d known there would be talk, considering how much younger you were than Axl, but this was just plain ridiculous. They were grasping at straws just to drag you through the damn mud. “Everything okay, baby? Heard you throw something.” You glanced up to see Axl standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. You smiled. “Hey, baby. I’m fine. Just a magazine.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “What did the magazine do? Do I need to beat it up?”

You giggled, and walked over to give him a hug. “Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s dumb.” He kissed you on the cheek, resting his forehead against yours. “Is it really, or do you just not want me to know what you’re upset about?” Damn it. Axl could always tell when something bothered you. You sighed, leaning your head against his chest, and looked up at him. “The media’s such a bitch sometimes.” A look of understanding crossed his face.

“What was the headline this time?” You stomped over to the magazine and picked it up, smoothing out the wrinkles as you handed it to Axl. He glanced down at it, and a look of hurt crossed his face that made you feel awful for even showing it to him. God, he didn’t deserve this bullshit. “Sugar baby, huh? You put up with way too much of my bullshit to just be in it for my money, isn’t that right baby?” He tossed the magazine back on the floor and wrapped you back into his arms for another warm hug.

You accepted the hug, but pulled your head away from his chest long enough to give him a pointed stare. “You know those magazines are bullshit, right? I love you, not your money.” Axl smiled, although somewhat unconvincingly, and nodded, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I know, baby.” You knew he was lying, but decided not to pry. You kissed him on the neck and rested your head on his chest again, and he sighed, stroking your hair. “Let’s not look at these magazines anymore.”

You hummed in agreement, the both of you gently rocking back in forth in the embrace, and he suddenly pulled away. “Let’s go watch some TV, baby.” You smiled and followed him into the living room, knowing he was more interested in cuddling on the couch than in actually watching anything. He plopped down on the couch, and you crawled into his lap, letting him wrap an arm around your waist as you rested the back of your head on his chest. He flipped quickly through the channels, and you saw a flash of his name on the screen.

Evidently, he did too, because he stopped on that channel, which turned out to be a trashy talk show. It was a group of middle-aged woman sitting around a table; the bar at the bottom of the screen read: ‘Axl Rose’s Gold Digger Girlfriend.’ You felt Axl tense up, and looked up at him. He looked pissed, but didn’t change the channel. The women were talking about how “obvious” it was that you were using him for his money. “I mean, let’s be honest with ourselves. She’s a young, pretty girl, and Axl Rose hasn’t been attractive since the nineties. There’s nothing in it for her except his money.”

The host who had said that received a round of applause from the audience, but you had already snatched the remote from Axl and turned the TV off, breathing heavily from how pissed off you were at the girl’s words. You could tell from how tightly he was gripping your waist that Axl was upset, and you quickly got off of his lap and turned around to pull him into a hug, pushing his head against your chest and stroking his hair as you whispered in his ear. “Baby, I’m so sorry, don’t listen to them, they don’t know anything.” Axl mumbled something into your shirt. “What did you say, baby?”

He pulled away and repeated himself. “Guess we’ll have to throw the TV out, too.” You smiled, but you knew he was only joking to hide how hurt he was. “I’ll burn it for you, my love.” You took his hand and pressed it against your cheek, kissing his knuckle. “We can just find something else to do, anyway. Actually, I can name a couple of things right now that we could do instead of watching TV.” You smiled suggestively and ran your hand down Axl’s chest, expecting him to get excited and carry you upstairs to the bedroom like he always did, but to your surprise, he shook his head and pushed your hand off, standing up.

“I think I’m just going to call it a night, baby. I ordered a pizza a while ago, it should be here soon. Eat as much of it as you want.” He went upstairs without another word, and you felt a stab of guilt. It was only 8:30; there was no way he was actually tired. Or, maybe he was. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as this constant media bashing would exhaust anyone. Worst of all, it seemed like he was genuinely starting to believe what the media was saying about how you were only with him for his money. That he was an ugly, fat, worthless rock star, and you were just pretending to love him for his cash.

The thought of him believing that was enough to make you want to cry. He was such a sweet man, and he loved you so much, and people couldn’t just leave him alone and let him be happy for once in his life. As you sat at the table, waiting for the doorbell to ring for the pizza, a terrible thought occurred to you: what if Axl was crying upstairs, all alone and feeling used? The image of him curled up in the fetal position with tears running down his face, like a scared little boy, was the final straw. Fuck the goddamn pizza, Axl was way more important.

You hurried up the stairs, almost tripping from how fast you were going, and stopped in front of your bedroom door, pressing one ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. It was deathly silent, which worried you way more than anything else would have. After a moment, you hesitantly knocked on the door. “Come in.” It was so quiet, you almost didn’t hear it. You opened the door, and closed it behind you as you came in. Axl was laying on the bed, facing away from you. His shoes and jeans were still on, and there were no blankets on him. He was just laying there, staring at the blank wall.

“Baby? Are you okay?” You walked around to his side of the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. He hid his face in the pillow, and you reached out to take his much-bigger hand in your own. “Axl? Honey, look at me please. You can talk to me, you know that.” His shoulders relaxed a little bit, and he moved his head so his cheek was against the pillow. It wasn’t much of an improvement, but you could at least see his face now. “Tell me what’s wrong, my love. I hate seeing you like this.” He sighed, squeezing your hand, and shook his head. “It’s so fucking stupid, baby.”

You leaned down closer to him and stroked his hair, eyeing him sympathetically. “What’s stupid, baby? Talk to me, I’m here for you.” He was silent for a moment, seemingly getting his thoughts together. “I feel like I’m not enough for you.” You felt a pang of guilt in your chest, heartbroken at how sad he sounded. “Not enough for me? Aw, baby, I’m so sorry, how have I made you feel like that? I promise I didn’t mean to, you’re more than enough for me.” Axl shook his head, finally sitting up enough for you to see his face. “I don’t mean you at all, baby, you haven’t done anything wrong. If anything, I think you’re just about the only person who hasn’t acted like I’m not enough for you.”

Confused, you crawled into Axl’s arms and wrapped your own around him, pulling him closer to you to make him feel safer. “Then who’s been making you feel that way, baby?” You gently scratched his back with your fingernails, and felt him relax under your touch. “The media, talk show hosts, people on fucking Twitter, my friends, the entire general public, I could go on and on. It’s like I’m finally happy and I’ve finally met someone whom I’m head-over-heels for, and it feels like everyone’s against it. All this shit..as far as the newspapers are concerned, you’re a gold digger and I’m a fat, ugly loser who’s paying you for sex.”

You felt your heart rip in half. Did he really believe that you were only in this for the money, like how people were saying? “Axl, baby, I don’t know if me saying this will help anything, but I promise you I’m not with you for your money. I’m with you because you’re kind, and you’re funny, and you’re so, so handsome, and so talented, and because I love you so much. You could lose all your money tomorrow and I’d still be right here beside you when you woke up the next day.” Axl looked genuinely touched, and he leaned over and kissed you on the lips. “Maybe I really don’t deserve you. You’re the sweetest fucking angel on earth, you know that, baby?”

You grinned and stroked his face, happy he was cheering up. “We deserve each other, baby. But you really do know I’m not a gold digger, right?” Axl nodded. “I never thought you were, baby, I’ve just been worried that those people are right. That you do deserve someone better, and that you’ll realize that and leave me for a younger guy who’s actually attractive and more in shape than me, you know? I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you did, though, I know I’m not exactly the most sexually appealing guy on the planet. Far from it, actually. I’m sorry for that.” You frowned and kissed his forehead. “What? Baby, where did you get that idea from?”

He laughed, and leaned his head back against the pillow, clasping his hands behind his head. “Haven’t you seen all the talk shows and the headlines and the memes, baby? I think it’s pretty clear what the general public thinks of me. Not to mention, we have mirrors.” You narrowed your eyes and, without warning him, straddled him and pinned his arms down on the bed, leaning forward so that your lips were just an inch away from his. “You really think you’re not attractive enough, baby?” He looked a little surprised, but nodded. You leaned even closer until your lips brushed his own. “Guess I’ll have to show you how wrong you are, then.”

You kissed him roughly, gripping his shirt in your fingers and running your hands up his chest. When you pulled away, his lips were swollen and red, and he looked shocked out of his mind. “What do you say, Ax? Want me to show you? I won’t do anything else unless you want me to.” He nodded quickly and pulled you back down to kiss him again, running his hands down to squeeze your firm ass. You could feel him getting hard beneath you, and you ground your hips down against his, feeling it harden even more as he moaned against your lips.

You pulled away and tugged at the hem of his shirt, hinting to him that you wanted it off, and he hesitated. You immediately stopped and looked up at him. “What’s the matter?” He smiled weakly. “Maybe I should keep the shirt on this time, baby.” You frowned and shook your head. “No way! I love seeing you shirtless, baby, I’d let you walk around like that all day if you wanted to.” He still looked uncertain, so you spoke to him gently. “Do you really not want to take it off? I’m not gonna force you, baby.” He fidgeted with his shirt hem. “Do you promise that you actually like me like that? With my shirt off, I mean. It really doesn’t bother you?”

You smiled reassuringly and kissed his forehead. “It doesn’t bother me at all. I love your body, baby, you should be proud of it. Here, let me see.” You gently pulled his shirt up enough to expose his chest and tummy, and admired his body fondly. “See? Nothing to be ashamed off. It’s perfect to me.” You leaned down and kissed a line down his chest, reveling in the sounds he made as you got closer to his bulge. You kissed down his belly until your lips reached the waistband of his jeans, and then licked a stripe up his belly, making his hips jolt underneath you. You fiddled with the button on his jeans, and he sat up a little more excitedly.

You pulled his jeans down his thighs enough to reveal his boxers, and slid your hand down his waistband to rub his cock. He moaned softly at the contact, and you pulled his cock out and let it rest against his stomach, stroking a finger up the exposed underside of the shaft. Tiny drops of precum beaded from the tip, and you swiped them up with your finger and licked them up. You realized he still had his shoes on, and got off of him long enough to pull them off along with his tight pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked and exposed. Your eyes raked his body appreciatively, and you smiled.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. God, look at that. Your cock looks so tasty. I guarantee you those bitchy talk show hosts don’t get dick like this. I’m so lucky.” Your words made Axl go red, and he smiled sheepishly as you climbed back on top of him and kissed him once again, running your hands over his chest as you did so. By now, a steady stream of precum was leaking from his tip, and his erection was so red and throbbing that it almost looked painful. “Aw, look at that. Let me take care of you, baby.” You reached out and wrapped your hand around the base, and he sighed gently at the soft touch.

You gently pumped your hand up and down his hard shaft, rubbing your thumb over his slit and spreading the precum over his head. His head fell back against the pillow, and you giggled and leaned down to kiss the tip. His reaction was to curse under his breath and push the back of your head down until your mouth was around the tip, and you eagerly sucked on the head as you attempted to slowly take the entire thing into your mouth. A low moan fell from Axl‘s lips, and he mumbled praises under his breath as he closed his eyes and laid back against the bed. You rubbed circles on his thigh with one hand.

You wrapped one hand around his base to keep it steady as you took it all the way into your mouth until your lips met your hand. You used your free hand to cup his balls, fondling them as you swirled your tongue around the tip, licking up the beads of precum leaking from his slit. Axl shivered and gently pulled you off of his dick, beckoning you to come closer to him. You did, and he kissed you desperately as his hands slid up the back of your shirt to hold onto your hips. He pulled away and smiled. “How come I’m the only naked one here? It’s not very fair.”

You grinned at him and nodded. “You’re right, it’s not! So sorry, let me fix that, baby.” You grabbed your shirt by the edges and pulled it off, throwing it across the room and turning back to Axl. “Wanna help me get this bra off?” Axl’s face lit up and he nodded eagerly, sliding his hands around to the clasp of your bra and unsnapping it with ease. “You’re a natural at this, baby!” Axl laughed. “Probably helps that we do this a lot.” You tugged the bra off and discarded it with the shirt, and then grabbed Axl’s hands and guided them to your breasts.

He gently squeezed them, rubbing his fingers over your nipples until they were hard, and then looked up at you. “Move a little closer?” You smiled, knowing what he wanted to do, and leaned close enough for him to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently on it and then gently sucking a hickey onto the space right above it. You tightened your hands in his hair and moaned softly, encouraging him under your breath. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby.” Soon enough, you pulled away and grabbed Axl’s hands again to guide them under your skirt.

His hands were warm, and you had to bite your lip to keep from gasping as he gently teased your entrance with his fingertip. Axl slowly pushed it inside you, immediately stretching out your walls as you tightened around him. “Here, take the skirt and the panties off so I can see you better.” You obediently lifted yourself up enough to slide off your skirt and thin panties, letting them drop to the floor. Axl’s eyes drifted down to your exposed pussy, and he beckoned for you to move closer. “Fuck, you look so damn perfect, baby. I don’t deserve you.” You leaned down to kiss him again, cupping his cheek.

“You deserve me, I deserve you, we deserve each other, baby. Want me to ride you?” Axl nodded, eyes widening as you grabbed his cock by the base to steady it as you lined up your entrance with his tip, placing your free hand on Axl’s chest as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, throwing your head back in pleasure as you slid down about half-way on it and then stopped to adjust to his size. “Fuck, your cock is so big baby, you stretch me out so good!” Axl moned softly at the praise, grabbing your hips and gently pulling you all the way down on his dick as your pussy tightened around his shaft.

You pulled his hands off and pinned them to his chest, deciding that you wanted to take control, and pulled yourself all the way back up off of his dick so that the tip was barely pressing against your entrance. Axl protested at the sudden lack of contact, but immediately shut up when you slammed your hips all the way back down on his cock without warning, prompting him to grab at the bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip. You developed a steady rhythm, going up and down on his dick at a face past as he kept busy by grabbing at your soft breasts as they teasingly bounced around in front of his face.

“Fuck, Axl, you feel so good. You think any of those bitchy fucking talkshow hosts get fucked this good? You think those losers that write the newspapers can fuck their wives as good as you fuck me? God, you’re so amazing, baby, I love you so much!” You leaned down to kiss him passionately as you slowed your pace, taking the time to tease his tip with your entrance as you only went as far as his tip. When you took him all the way in again, his tip brushed against your g-spot, and you moaned loudly, pushing your hips farther down to repeat the motion. After doing this a few more times, you could tell you were almost there. “Fuck, baby, I’m close!”

Axl grabbed your hips and pulled you off of his dick. “Let me eat you out, baby, I wanna taste that sweet pussy.” You eagerly crawled up until your pussy was an inch away from his mouth, and he pulled your thighs down to give himself better access as he slid his tongue over your dripping wet clit. Axl grabbed your ass and gently pushed you down so you were sitting on his face, allowing him to push his tongue deeper inside you as his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. You gasped at the sensation, bucking against his mouth as he ate you out like a starving beggar; it only took you about a minute or so until you felt your climax coming.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum-” You threw your head back and screamed as you came, legs shaking and eyes almost rolling back in your head. Axl licked up your cum, cleaning it out of your now-sensitive pussy and gently kissing your thigh. “You taste so good, baby, thank you.” You kissed him again, tasting yourself on his lips, and then remembered that he was still hard. “Aw, baby, I almost forgot. Here, let me pay you back for that.” You crawled down until you were facing his cock, the tip even redder than before, and wasted no time in taking the whole thing in your mouth, deepthroating it roughly to help him cum as quickly as possible.

You hollowed your cheeks around his shaft as you squeezed his balls and swirled your tongue around his head, and Axl warningly fisted his hands into your hair and shoved you all the way down. “Baby, baby, fuck I’m so close, I’m gonna cum right down that pretty little throat.” You took the hint and pulled off so that just his tip was in your mouth, and he came down your throat, tightening his fingers into your hair and keeping you on his cock as his cum filled your mouth. It was almost a minute before he was finished, and you quickly swallowed his seed and lapped up the stray drops from his cock.

When you looked up at Axl, his head was leaned back against the pillow and his eyes were shut, chest rising and falling as he slowly began to regain his normal breathing pattern. You smiled affectionately and crawled up beside him in bed, pushing the hair up off of his forehead to help him cool off. He opened one eye to look at you, a small smile on his face. “That was pretty fucking incredible, baby.” You giggled, kissing him on the forehead and cuddling up beside him as you pulled the covers over the two of you. “Damn right it was. But do you get it now? Those newspapers and shows don’t mean shit. I love you, Axl Rose, and that’ll never change.”

Axl smiled, taking one of your hands in his own and gently kissing your knuckle. “And that’s why your the love of my life, baby. I fucking adore you. You really don’t mind how I look?” You nodded. “Why would I? You’re sexy as fuck, baby, I wouldn’t fuck you so much if I didn’t think so.” Axl closed his eyes again, laughing. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. That’s a relief, cus I really like your body, too.” You playfully rolled your eyes and snuggled up closer to him. “Never would have guessed. For real, though, I love you. And I don’t care how many articles or talk shows think that’s a lie, we can just burn the newspapers and change the channel.”

Axl nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. I bet half of those talk show ladies are just jealous that they’re not as beautiful as you, anyway.” You blushed. “Or maybe they’re just jealous that their love lives aren’t as good as ours.” Axl nodded. “Or that they aren’t as sexy.” You continued, the both of you on a roll. “Or that their husbands have small dicks.” Axl burst out laughing at that one. “I have a small dick and you still love me!” You snorted with laughter. “Axl, you’re fucking huge. I’m gonna be walking funny for a week!” Axl grinned. “Guess I’ll just have to carry you everywhere, then, baby.”

He yawned suddenly, and you smiled fondly as his eyelids started to droop. The sex must have worn him out. “Tired, baby?” Axl nodded. “I know you ordered a pizza, but I’m so sleepy.” You smiled, letting him rest his head on your chest as you stroked his hair. “Go to sleep, baby, and I’ll keep an ear out for the doorbell.” Axl frowned in concern. “You sure you don’t want to go to sleep, too?” You shook your head. “I’d rather sit here and admire you.” Axl went pink, and he shook his head in astonishment as he quickly drifted off to sleep. “I don’t deserve you.” You sighed. “You do deserve me, baby. You deserve the whole damn world and more.”

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

ATTIRE ON FIRE

One-shot #: 26

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (Slight suggestions)

Note: I’m kinda on a scribble roll here. Well actually, I’m trying to lessen my files. This idea came from an SBS that I read a few years back. I already drafted this one-shot right after that and forgot about it.

Summary: All of a sudden he was standing directly in front of her, looking down at her with a glint in his grey eye that tells her he’s gonna get retribution.

"Alright. Wear this!"

Something suddenly hit Zoro's face without warning. Cursing, he made a grab for it and an irritated expression appeared on his normally stoic face. He stared at the shirt in his hand before shifting half of his gaze to the orange-haired girl across him.

"Why?"

"Because," Nami placed both of her hands on her hips before pointing at the clothes he hastily threw on before running out of the men’s quarters after he heard her screeching his name. "Everything on you hurts my eyes!"

Zoro looked down at what he is wearing and frowned. "Then don't look!" He growled angrily before throwing the shirt right back at her face.

Nami let out a yelp when it hit her. She pulled the cloth away from her face before marching towards him.

"You are changing your clothes Zoro!" She forcefully shoved the shirt back into his arms, earning her a disgruntled ‘oi’. "I won't have you walking with me like this one big, fashion disaster that you are!" She gestured from his head down to his toes with one hand. “Unless you are trying to be a tree, I don’t know how you can think that that green and brown color combination will work!”

"The hell I care about how I look!" The tall lad snapped at her.

There was a pause and navigator's eyes narrowed into tiny, dangerous slits. And everyone who was outside the Sunny’s deck swore that at that very moment the sky turned dark and ominous as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled—a foreboding sign.

Zoro met Nami’s gaze directly, unflinchingly. Petty things like clothes don’t bother him at all. As long as there is something to wear no matter how ugly it is, he doesn’t give any shit about it.

Besides, like he’d let her have her way. Again. He already agreed to accompany her to town and be her pack mule for the day. And that was after she interrupted his post-lunch nap with all her shrieking.

Wasn’t that enough already?

"You. Are. Changing." Nami hissed through gritted teeth, punctuating each word threateningly.

“No. I’m. Not.” Zoro answered back, folding his arms across his chest with a huff.

"You are changing,” Nami repeated tautly. “Or I swear I'm gonna call Robin and have her use her devil fruit powers to pin you down while I change your clothes for you!"

Zoro look astounded for a second. Did she just threaten him with Robin?

Now this is something new. Whatever happened to the usual debt threats Nami loves subjecting him to?

Regardless, like hell he's gonna let the Hana Hana no mi user lay her multiple hands on him.

“Come on Nami, you can do better than that,” he snorted. “Now you’re using that gloomy woman to—”

“Ara, how rude…” Robin cut him off suddenly as she entered the room.

Zoro stiffened despite himself. After all, the story of Franky’s first-hand experience from Robin’s power was enough to give any Mugiwara man nightmares.

Even if that happened two years ago.

The archeologist glanced momentarily at the swordsman, her gaze piercing. Zoro did his best not to move or make another sound lest she breaks his neck.

Nami caught his reaction and a menacing smile appeared on her face. “Robin!” She exclaimed chirpily. “You’re just right on time!”

“Need help Nami?” With an ominous smile gracing her beautiful face, Robin inquired as she headed towards her side of the bed. “Is Zoro giving you trouble?”

Zoro glared scathingly at her. He opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself right in time.

Nami eyes met Zoro’s as she answered smugly. “Yes he is!” Her gaze dared the green-haired man to contradict her.

It was Zoro’s turn to grit his teeth at her. But he still he held his tongue. He learned long ago never to butt heads with two women at the same time.

One is enough. And he already had his hands full with Nami. He didn’t need Robin joining the navigator in making his life more miserable in the ship. Though Robin is sensible most of the times… but she does have this weird affinity for scaring the shit out of her nakamas for her own amusement.

“Need a hand?” Robin coolly asked as she busily perused the pile of books on her night stand.

“No she doesn’t!” Zoro fiercely stated.

“Yes I do!” Nami answered at the same time.

Both glared daggers at each other as Robin chuckled. Oh, she’s used to it by now. After all, Zoro and Nami’s never-ending disagreements are always a source of entertainment on their ship.

“I don’t see what the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing.” Zoro finally grumbled.

Nami scowled in answer. “Everything.”

He snorted. “It’s just clothes woman.”

“An awful choice of clothes!”

“Why the hell do I need to dress up Nami?” Zoro complained, his tone cranky. “You’re just gonna use me as your pack mule for the day. Why do I need to look good for that?”

“I want my mule to look dashing.”

He scoffed. “Then take ero-cook! He does it better.”

Nami raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” she mouthed, a bit exaggeratedly. “So you admit there is something Sanji-kun’s better than you at?”

Silence.

And Robin fought the urge to giggle out loud. With the mention of their cook’s name, Zoro’s bound to hit the roof soon enough.

“That ero kappa will never be better than me at anything!” Zoro exploded.

“That’s not true, Sanji-kun’s better than you at cooking!”

Robin can actually feel Zoro seething from the other side of room. Trust Nami to rile him up so easily. Though she knows that after so much resistance (and shouting) from Zoro’s part… it will still end up the way it usually does. Their swordsman catering to Nami’s whims regardless of how inane it is.

Well, it’s actually good since there’s no need for her to use her powers. With how strong Zoro is, she doubts if she’ll be able to hold him down long enough.

That would be tiresome. She thought with an inward sigh.

Guess it’s just Zoro’s nature to go and face the enemy head on even if there’s no chance of winning.

With her chosen book in hand, the older woman turned to watch her friends. They are still glaring and gritting their teeth at each other. Robin took it as her cue to exit the room.

Whatever happens between her two nakamas after this, she’d rather not be caught across the crossfire no matter how amusing.

“Alright,” Nami suddenly sighed in a dejected manner, surprising Zoro when she gave up easily. “You can go and do whatever you want.”

Zoro stared at her in astonishment.

“I’ll just ask Sanji-kun to accompany me.” She began to tap a finger to her cheek as if she was thinking. "What was it that Luffy said?” Her brows furrowed as Zoro bristled, apparently aware of what was coming. “Oh! Worth a thousand men." She threw a sugar-sweet smile at Zoro. “Guess that is so true after all.”

That was all it took for Zoro to relent.

“Damn it! I’m changing alright!” Zoro barked as he shot Nami a venomous glare while the girl gave him a triumphant smirk that could rival a shark’s.

“Very good Zoro!” Nami gleefully nodded in approval, reveling at the fact that she won against the him for the umpteenth time. “Do it now. I promise I won’t peek.”

Zoro’s glare was enough to rival the coldness of Aokiji’s devil fruit powers.

And Robin just shook her head slightly at the already expected outcome.

“I’ll leave you two here,” she said with a small smile. Zoro was growling as he removed his shirt. Totally unbothered by their presence. “And Nami,” Robin called out to get the mapmaker’s attention who’s attention was fixed quite intently at the now stripping swordsman. We’ll be docking at the island’s port in half an hour according to Franky’s calculation.”

“If you have time, you can check if he is right.” She suggested, moving towards the room’s exit. A disembodied hand appeared to open the door’s knob even before she reached it.

“That is… if you’re not busy trying not to ‘peek’ while Zoro changes his clothes,” she said with a sly wink at Nami before exiting.

“ROBIN!” Nami all but screamed at her friend as the disembodied hand gave them a wave before closing the door and vanishing in a swirl of pinkish-white petals.

But not before surreptitiously locking it.

Nami turned beet red at that. Trust Robin to insinuate that and give Zoro something to tease her about.

A discarded shirt hit her. She scowled and her attention returned to the former pirate hunter who was unbuttoning his pants.

She glowered at him. “Don’t just strip down to your underwear like I’m not even here you moron! You could learn some modesty you know.”

“I don’t wanna hear that coming from you.” Zoro retorted before throwing his pants at her.

“HEY!”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re now being shy and all.” The grin on his face was vicious. “Besides, nothing here you haven’t seen before Nami.”

Blood rushed to her face at his statement. But definitely not because she was embarrassed or anything.

She didn’t answer and instead, grabbed the clothes she had picked for him earlier, throwing them at right at his face.

“Shut up and just get dressed Zoro. We’re wasting time!” She said with a huff. Kami knows how he needs direction with what is appropriate to wear just as how he needs direction with which way to go.

“I swear, you, Luffy and Chopper needs all the help you can get when it comes to fashion,” she muttered exasperatedly, as Zoro finished changing his clothes. She gave him a glance over and nodded approvingly. “That’s a heck lot better. You don’t look much of an eyesore now.”

“Oh good,” Zoro drawled sarcastically. “If this gets you off my back then I’m all for it.”

Nami beamed at him. “Glad we finally came to some kind of an agreement. If I get to dress you, then it would be less complaining from me, ne?”

Zoro remained passive at her declaration. “Great,” he grumbled rather sarcastically. “So you get to dress me now Nami?”

“If it makes you look better, then yes of course.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her before a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “Guess I have to return the favor then.”

Nami blinked. And when she realized what he was pertaining to she shook her head vehemently. “Oh no, no, no! You don’t get to dress me Zoro! Not in this life or the next!”

All of a sudden he was standing directly in front of her, looking down at her with a glint in his grey eye that tells her he’s gonna get retribution. “You’re mistaken.” He said with a sneer.

He stole a glanced on the room’s door that Robin conveniently locked earlier.

“What do you mean?”  

“You get to dress me? Then I get to undress you.”

Addendum: According to SBS Volume 37: Luffy, Zoro and Chopper cannot dress up on their own. If they do, it’s because either Sanji, Usopp, Nami or Robin is with them. It has merit. Remember that blue tank top in Skypiea that made Zoro look so hot? We have Nami to thank for that.

And Zoro does not really care about clothes and all but it’s just fun to play with this fact.

[albertpops]

Ace Sex

I laugh:

Would you knock it off? 

I can’t tell if you’re being serious

with the way you’re comically

bumping your hips against me, 

while I put the dishes away. 

You say “oh babe”

like a nineteen-thirties radio host, 

every third thrust, and I have to catch myself

from hitting my nose on the cabinets

and it’s sweet and endearing how

you like to make me laugh. 

.

Oh, you actually want to?

Okay, I guess. Oh, I mean-- No, no, 

It’s not a problem, I mean-- 

I don’t mind, I mean-- 

I could, I mean-- 

I want to, too. 

.

No, it’s not that I’m not attracted to you, you know that.

I think we have different experiences with attraction.

Attraction is when I hold your kissable cheeks in my hands

and nuzzle my nose with yours. It’s when you’re working from home, 

and I stand behind you and braid your long dark hair

until you’re adorned with every twisty in the house. 

It’s when you bring me apple slices and a black coffee

while I do my graduate course work, then collapse next to me

on the couch, leaning, with as much contact as possible. 

It’s when I fall asleep in your lap, watching Love Island, 

you stroke my arm and think,

This girl has everything she needs.

.

I kiss you and my heart flutters 

I try not to smile, because it’s hard 

to kiss and smile at the same time. 

Our lips disconnect. 

.

You bite the cable of muscle in my neck, 

I’m not sure where to look, so I close my eyes, 

holding back a laugh. 

It feels like the “aaaa!” when the plot thickens, 

or the highest point on the rollercoaster, 

when you unwittingly look down. 

.

I ask if we can take it to bed. 

You ask, “Are you sure?” 

and “are you okay with that?” 

while eagerly vibrating. 

you’re like the kid on Christmas morning, 

banned to the top of the stairs until I disable the house alarm

and holler, “Looks like someone came!” 

I spread my hands in benediction and say, “my love,

I am consenting.” which is different than saying, “I want you.”

You slap my ass on the way to bed, 

and doesn’t see me roll my eyes. 

.

Writing about sex is almost exactly like

writing out a recipe for biscuits, 

and I’ve never really had an excuse to make biscuits.

I know other people love biscuits and love to make them 

but I don’t see what’s so super special about

one cup of flour and, however much salt, and, wait, 

baking powder, or soda? Well. We’ll see what happens. 

And sometimes spices, if you feel like it. 

Other people seem to feel like it. 

Because for me, it’s not about the biscuits, I don’t care

about the actual biscuits, I care

about the person I’m with-- you, only--

and if you’re happy, 

your smile, the indicator. The mess, collateral. 

I like the time spent. 

I like the little exchanges, the rare sides of us that interact. 

I like the joy of making something. 

.

Oh, you’re really into this. 

I guess my thoughts had wandered. 

You whisper something I don't hear, which is okay, 

because we have different experiences with attraction

and I’d rather think your thoughts, 

and build our narrative in a way that I can tweak and edit,

than hear something that would shatter that illusion, 

and strike any splinters of fear into me. 

I say “one cup of flour”

and you say “oh, babe.” 

I say “teaspoon of salt.” 

and you say “you’re so good to me.” 

I say “powder or soda?”

and you say “whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

.

I wonder why peanuts grow underground, like beets. 

But beets are just beets through and through, 

while peanuts have a shell, and the good part, inside. 

I wonder why cherries grow in twos, sometimes threes. 

and why their seeds contain cyanide, 

Apple seeds have arsenic, I think. Just a trace. 

I wonder why soap is labelled “orange blossom” 

instead of just “orange,” and why

it doesn’t taste like either when he puts his finger in my mouth. 

I guess “orange” is too Trader Joes

but “orange blossom” is more Trader Jacques

but I still don’t see why that matters. 

“Orange” reminds me of the soda, and summers at my Grandma’s house. 

Swimming with my siblings and cousins, and that hot black driveway. 

“Orange blossom” is a life I’ll never live in the south of France, 

but I don’t know a lot about the south of France, so maybe Spain, 

if oranges blossom in Spain. I should know more about Spain

Seeing as I was a Spanish minor in college but it was mostly 

Central and South American Spanish, and I don’t know

if oranges blossom there, either. 

Maybe I know enough about Spanish-speaking countries, 

I just don’t know enough about oranges. 

I’ll look it up after this. 

I wonder if I have an attention deficit. 

My brother has an attention deficit, 

but I don’t want to think about my brother right now. 

I wonder why, almost every time, I get a song stuck in my head. 

This time it’s “Funkytown,” and I try not to laugh. 

(boop-boop beep boop boop. beep boop-boop beep-boop). 

I wonder when was the last time I watched Shrek 2. 

The phrase “having shreks” flashes through my mind,

and I laugh, but pass it off as something else. 

.

You nod, and your eyebrows squeeze

tighter together. You say, 

“I want you to finish.” 

and I know it would make you happy, 

so I focus my thoughts inward, 

into my body instead of my mind

and put a timer on the biscuits. 

.

Your long dark hair flops around,

and I hold it out of your face because that’s a nice thing to do, 

I think, and I see all of you. 

Your big dark eyes, muted, and earnest. 

Your soft cheeks with their constellations of acne. 

The shades of his scruff, from amber to black. 

A tablespoon of sugar, 

but your heavy handed, 

and sharp chime: 

Ding. 

[sortasirius]

Any ideas on Claire (maybe w/Kaia) and Jack post finale interaction as TFW kids? They would be the most chaotic duo/trio, remembering what a bamf Claire is, how much Jack enjoyed his time with those teens in s14 (he really needs friends asap!!) and how he bonded w/Kaia in s13/15 Also! maybe a prompt, them trying to delicately ask Sam or even Jody about wtf is destiel’s status (before those two idiots get together) and Sam/Jody getting super awkward but actually explaining some of it? Xx

My chaos children, I love them, I sorta made this about everyone in wayward bc I desperately miss those ladies and will never get over the injustice of them not having their own show.

These were so fun to do!!!

After they beat Chuck, Jack ends up going to Jody while Sam/Eileen and Dean/Cas just...take some time for each other and themselves.

Jack knows Kaia, obviously, but he’s accepted by all the ladies immediately.  Donna especially adores him.

Claire teaches Jack how to throw knives, and he accidentally breaks two of Jody’s windows before Jody finds them an abandoned field to throw projectiles in

Jack tells Claire that she reminds him of Dean.  Claire rolls her eyes but swells with pride.

Claire also makes Jack tell her everything about Cas, about what kind of dad he was to Jack, what she learned from him.  Jack tells her everything and more, he tells her how much Cas loves her.

Jack doesn’t really like to go hunting anymore, so he stays home with Alex and Patience when the others go hunting, they teach him how to make a really good mac and cheese and teach him the difference between curry and cinnamon (they almost learn that the hard way when making an apple pie)

Kaia and Claire want to take Jack everywhere, because he’s never really been able to just be a kid, so they end up spending a lot of time skipping rocks at a creek by Jody’s house.  Jack learns to talk to them openly about just about everything, and it helps Kaia open up to someone other than Claire too.

They all spend Friday nights watching movies, Jack asks a lot of questions

Kaia and Jack talk about the different worlds they’ve seen, and are able to help heal each other’s traumas

Jack, in classic Jack fashion, is also the one who asks blatantly about Claire and Kaia.  Claire turns beet red and Kaia looks away immediately, but it’s only a few days later that they start holding hands.  Jody thanks Jack later, he doesn’t really understand why

When Sam or Dean or Cas check in on him, Jack talks their ears off about all the things they did that day, from the very mundane window cleaning to the clearing out of a vamp’s nest and learning how to use Donna’s flamethrower.

Jack finds a second family in Sioux Falls

Pairings: Claire/Kaia, Dean/Cas

Words: 1219

Claire Novak is no idiot.  She may have been a little oblivious about how Kaia had felt about her at first.  Look, she had just been carrying around a lot of guilt and thought Kaia would hate her for leaving her, it’s perfectly natural.  But she’s gotten better about seeing things that are right in front of her, especially since she and Kaia had been, well, dating, for nearly two months. She turns all mushy every time she thinks about that.

Point is, Claire can tell something is going on with Dean, and it has something to do with Cas.  But everytime she asks him about it, Dean just huffs and rolls his eyes, tells her it’s nothing or that she’s seeing things.  Even Cas is no help, training his eyes to the ground and asking her not to talk about it.

Claire has had just about enough of the weird energy being created.  Hell, they all have.  Patience and Alex said to leave it alone, that Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack were only visiting for a few days, checking in on Kaia after everything, bringing Jack by to meet everyone, but Claire has never been one to just roll over when presented with a problem, so she’s going to get to the bottom of it, even if Dean and Cas themselves are no help.

“Hey Jack,” Claire sits down heavily next to him on the porch swing in the back, where he’s watching the hummingbirds fight over the sugar water in Donna’s feeder.  Kaia trails behind her, leaning against the doorframe leading into the house.  She didn’t particularly understand why Claire was so…obsessed with finding out what was going on, but they were in it together now. (Again, it makes Claire feel mushy).

“Hello!” Jack is a little weird, but a good weird. He doesn’t get any of the movie references Claire makes but understands all of Dean’s, which is a travesty, Dean has terrible taste in movies, but he’s got a kind, open face and reminds Claire of Cas quite a bit, so she likes him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jack is still watching the hummingbirds, but Claire assumes he’s listening, so she just dives right in.

“What’s up with Cas and Dean?”Jack turns back to her, looking a little confused.

“What do you mean?”

“They seem, um, weird.  When they’re together.”

“Oh that,” Jack turns back to his birds again, “They’re always like that.  It’s getting worse, but they ignore me when I ask about it.”

Claire slumps.  Dammit.  Back to square one.

“Claire,” Kaia grabs her hand as they head to their next target.  Claire stops immediately.  She still can’t get over the fact that Kaia is here, with her, and still likes her apparently, even though she left her for dead in the Bad Place.

“Yeah?” she gives Kaia a smile, which is returned with interest.  Claire’s heart is going to burst out of her chest, just watch.

“What are we doing?  Shouldn’t they figure out their own stuff?”

“Ugh, as if they ever would.  I get that they’re older than us.  In Cas’ case like, thousands of years older than us, but if we don’t figure this out and fix it, they never will.”

Kaia sighs, leaning in to kiss her.  Man, Claire was never going to get enough of this.

“Fine,” she smiles again, “Lead the way.”

Jody is working in the garage on a weapons project for Donna, something about powering up the flamethrower or something?

“Hey Jody,” Claire gives her the smile that will tip Jody off immediately that she wants something, but there’s no time to waste here, Dean, Cas, Sam, and Jack are only here through tomorrow.

“Hey girls, what’s up?” Jody turns to face them, “Oh boy, what do you want?”

Kaia laughs.

“Nothing much, just wanted to know if you know what’s going on with Dean and Cas.”

“Dean and Cas?” Sam’s voice comes from the open garage door and he appears, carrying a box of books for Patience. Unsurprisingly, they were essentially best friends now.

“Hey Sam,” Claire puts on her best smile again and Jody sighs loudly, not that it would stop her, “Yeah, they’re just acting weird around each other.  We, well I wanted to know what’s going on.”

Sam’s face whitens by degrees, and he looks from Claire, to Kaia, to Jody, who just shrugs.

“Uh…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.  Okay, that’s a stupid analogy, but you know what I mean.”

“I don’t know anything…” Sam hedges, but that is not going to be good enough for Claire today.

“But you know something,” Kaia interjects, and now Sam knows he’s outnumbered, because Jody is looking at him with as much interest as Claire and Kaia are.

“Just that.  Well, ugh,” Sam is swaying from foot to foot, like a deer about to bolt, “Even I don’t know what’s happening but…things are escalating.  Stuff that was only simmering below the surface before is now boiling.  They don’t say anything, but um, I think there’s something there.”

Claire grins.

“Great, that’s all I needed.”

“You did not hear this from me.”

“Sure sure.”

Sam makes his escape before they can ask him any more uncomfortable questions.  Claire and Kaia high five as Jody laughs.

“Don’t make them too uncomfortable,” she warns, turning back to her workbench and flamethrower, “They’re our guests.”

“Come on Jody,” Claire grabs Kaia’s hand again, “It’s Dean.”

“So,” Claire leans against the Impala as Dean works under the hood.  She knows him well enough to know that that would put him in a good mood.

“So?”

“When are you gonna make a move on Cas?”

Dean bangs his head on the hood of the car.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Dean stares at Claire, who stares right back, listening to Kaia, Patience, and Alex laugh from the living room window.  Dean’s eyes snap to the sound and then back to Claire, then up and down the empty street.  His ears are turning redder by the second.  She knows she has him.

“Yeah I heard you I guess.  Just don’t understand where the hell this is coming from.”

“You’re not exactly subtle,” Claire points out, as Dean’s blush deepens, “Also you two have been acting weird since you got here.  So me and Kaia did some reconnaissance.”

Dean looks at her with a set in his mouth, like he’s ready to argue.  Claire just grins at him.

“Reconnaissance?”

“We asked Jack, and then Jody, and then Sam about it.”

Dean slides a hand down his face.  It seems like he’s admitting defeat.  A good thing.

“Listen it, it’s nothing.  We’ve just got our own crap to work through, and we’ll work through that crap, and then get back to normal.”

“Or you could make a move on him.”

“Claire.”

“Dean.”

“Why do you care, anyway?”

“Because stupid, I care about you and I care about him. And if this will get you out of your weirdness then I’m all for it.”

Dean looks into the engine block of the Impala, sighs, and then slams the hood shut.

“Fine.  Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m melting down your knife.”

Claire grins and runs off to find Kaia. Mission accomplished.

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Sweet Things in Bitter Places [Luke x Reader]

Word Count: 3000+

Summary: Being a barista on the coldest planet in the galaxy isn’t exactly a glamorous job, but it does have it’s perks. The cute rebel who buys a cup of caf from you everyday is one of them.

Requested by @racheltheclumsy

As you waited for the caf beans to finish brewing in the caf distiller, you brushed your hair behind your ear and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day with very few of the rebels asking for anything at your small coffee stand. There had been rumors of a lifeform somewhere out in the swirling snow that had gotten everybody rushing this way and that to do their jobs. It left very little room for stopping to get even just a small cup of the bitter drink. You watched the distiller even though your customer was behind you waiting in silence. You tried to casually look around, but it seemed to make the waiting worse. Finally, after a good two minutes, you turned around to Wedge Antilles.

"What was out there today?" You asked him, genuinely curious. "I heard that they might have found something?"

Wedge, obviously relieved you had started talking, chuckled. "It was just snow and ice today," he reported. "That's all it ever is." He shook his head and smiled. "Sometimes I think the generals make that stuff up just to keep everybody on their toes."

You laughed and maintained a casual conversation until the caf was done. The distiller let out a beep indicating it was finished. You poured Wedge a glass of it and added sugar and cream until he said it was enough. He placed a few credits on the counter and grabbed the cup.

"No, Wedge." You told him. "You don't have to pay." You shoved the credits back to him. He always did this and it made you feel greedy when he insisted you take them. Credits, of course, were of no use on the secluded planet of Hoth, but they were held onto in hopes that going back to a normal life someday was possible.

You put the currency in the pocket of your apron when Wedge refused to keep them, and looked up as two tauntauns rode in the open hatch door across the base, their riders covered in snow. The riders hopped off the tall, furry animals and shook the snow off of themselves.

After a while, Wedge called to the pair. You recognized one of the riders as Luke Skywalker as he ran toward the friend who had called him. He sat down next to Wedge with a big smile on his face. The other rider you assumed to be Han Solo, the "scoundrel" everyone complained about. The friends chatted merrily as you cleaned up around the small stand you had stayed at all day. Your job seemed so unimportant, but all the rebels agreed it was good to have something warm to keep their energy up. Noticing Han waving you over, you put the cleaning supplies down and walked over to see what he wanted.

"How much for one of those?" he asked, gesturing to the coffee Wedge was drinking. You shrugged.

"Whatever you see fit."

Han looked at her with interest now. "Anything?" He questioned. "Even nothing?"

Laughing, you nodded.

"Well then I'll take one." With his final decision he nudged Luke. "She's giving drinks away for free, Luke. You want one?"

Luke nodded knowingly. "I know, Han. Haven't you ever ordered caf from here before?" He inquired.

Han scrunched his face. "Caf?" he said sourly. He turned to you as you started pouring the drink. "Nevermind."

Stopping quickly, you looked at Luke and rolled your eyes. He laughed softly and offered to take the drink instead.

"You're telling me you drink that stuff?" Han asked him, surprised.

With a spark of mischief behind his eyes, Wedge answered him.

"Are you kidding?" he snorted. "Luke comes by here every day and drinks twice as much as any of us." He elbowed Luke. "Because you don't come here for the drink, do you?" he teased.

Luke laughed, finding a new interest on the counter in front of him. He stumbled on words, trying to say something cohesive. It caused him to turn beet red with embarrassment. You turned back to cleaning. Blood was rising to your face and making your cheeks warm. Wedge was always joking about you and Luke "having a thing" (as he put it) for each other, and you both should've been used to it by now. Still, you couldn't help but feel butterflies flittering around in your stomach every time he brought it up, but you could easily cover your nerves with the thin veil of a shy smile.

It was true enough that you had begun looking forward to Luke coming to the caf stand every day. He always showed up with an upbeat and terribly contagious attitude, and it was a bright part of your day to laugh and joke with him until he left for whatever work he had been assigned. Often times, he'd tell you the burdens of his mind–whether they were trifling small or unbearably large. You didn't mind it when he did, and equally as often you found yourself able to talk to him about your own concerns. Perhaps it was your imagination, but you both always seemed more at ease when either of you revealed your troubles to the other. You willingly shared whatever burden the other had.

You were subconsciously aware of Han and Wedge walking away while laughing to each other. You poured yourself the last of the caf and sat down next to Luke.

"They'll never let that go," you joked. He nodded silently for a second then jerked his head up.

"Come with me next time," he suggested. With one look at your face he knew he needed to explain. "The next time I go out there to patrol come with me."

Could you really do that? You knew that only a few select people would be chosen for that job, and a small, quiet, coffee stand attendant wouldn't even be considered. You liked the idea though. The thought of trying something new from your general routine exhilarated you.

"I don't think I can," you reasoned, trying to suppress the sudden interest in the idea. He turned more towards you.

"Sure you can!" he said excitedly. "I know Leia. She's my friend, and I'm sure if I asked she would let you." You tried not to be as excited as he was, but as he smiled certainly, you couldn't help but feel that it was worth a try. He set his caf down and stood up. "Let's go find her," he said lending you his hand. You gladly accepted and Luke guided you through the rebel base to find Leia. You turned into a small tightly packed room with flashing buttons and screens in every direction.

"I haven't been here before," you admitted quietly to Luke, whose eyes were darting around the room. He continued walking.

"Most of the rebels haven't," he answered. "They're always busy with this or that, but they can come in when needed." He stopped abruptly and pointed.

"There she is!" He jogged up to the woman he pointed to in the little space he had with you close behind him. The princess was standing with a man who was examining a clipboard she was holding. She looked up when Luke approached.

"Luke, I'm glad you're here," she said, relieved. "I had Garven Dreis on patrol duty for tomorrow, but his sickness has only gotten worse and he can't do it." Leia turned back to the clipboard. "I can't find anyone to replace him. Do you know of anybody?" Luke looked hopefully at you.

"Actually, I do." He nudged you forward. You stuck your hand out but withdrew quickly. How was one supposed to act in front of the former princess of Alderaan?

"I'm Y/N," you said with a quick and awkward bow. It didn't feel right, but, thankfully, Leia said nothing of it.

"Have you been on patrol before?" she asked you. You shifted nervously, realizing this might not work after all.

"No, I haven't," you confessed. Luke stepped in.

"But she is good with the tauntauns and the scanners," he stated. "I'm sure she would be a great help."

Leia looked you both over then nodded. "If you think so, Luke. I trust you." She turned to you. "You can take the north markers tomorrow." With that, you and Luke left the room.

"I guess I have my work cut out for me tomorrow," you said, relieved that Luke's plan worked. He grinned.

"Yeah, but you'll want some sleep. Patrols start early." You said goodnight, to him and watched as he walked away. You didn't think you would get any sleep that night, but you would try so you could see him tomorrow.

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You waited by the closed hatch door on the north side of the base with your tauntaun next to you. You had been given warm clothing to replace your casual wear, but the coat you were wearing was so bulky it was hard to bend over. You hoped it wouldn't be a challenge to mount your tauntaun. Many of the rebels were up already and scattering about doing their jobs. You looked around eagerly for Luke, but you hadn't seen him yet. You figured he must be at a different door than you were now.

"Please stand clear of the doors!" An announcement came over the speakers indicating it was time for the doors to open. Even though they said this every time, you felt embarrassed as you backed away from the huge doors. You spun around quickly when you heard another tauntaun approaching. Tauntauns were not quiet animals with their constant, strange chatter to one another, but they were very sweet and useful. Luke steadied the animal and smiled down at you.

"Are you ready?" He raised his voice to be heard over the sound of the opening doors. In response you nodded and mounted your tauntaun with the difficulty you had hoped would leave you alone. You followed Luke to the side of the base where he stopped and turned around to you.

"We have to let the airspeeders go first," he explained as he smoothed his tauntaun's fur. "Are you excited?" You looked out into the freezing landscape the doors had hidden just few seconds before. You were excited, but the weather on Hoth was not the type you go out and have a good time in.

"I'm a little nervous," you answered.

He laughed. "I can't say I was my first time," he admitted. "I mean, I was pretty excited." He looked to the hanger door as the last of the airspeeders left. He turned back to you. "It's our turn now. Don't worry, you'll do great." He kicked his tauntaun lightly urging it to go forward. Yours bleated and followed right after without instruction.

As soon as you were outside, the cold wind whipped at you angrily. You had forgotten to pull your goggles down and the ice blowing into your eyes made it impossible to open them. You would have gone back inside, but Luke was already far ahead of you. You pulled the goggles down and lead your tauntaun farther through the swirling snow. Luke had stopped at the top of hill and waited for you to catch up.

"Is it always blowing like this?" you hollered over the wind.

"Sometimes in the mornings, but it'll clear up," he assured. He moved his tauntaun closer to you and showed you the map he had on the scanner. "You can go east to where the north and east markers meet up." He pointed in the direction you would be headed. "When you're done with that it should be clearer. Meet me north-west from there. I have something to show you." He smiled and headed off to where he would patrol, and you did the same.

After you found the east marker the weather cleared, making it easier to find your way around. You took the cloth from your mouth so you could breathe some of the fresh cold air and lifted your goggles so you could wipe them off. You looked down at the scanner you had been relying on to tell you what was out in the snow. There was nothing exciting about it, and you wondered why Luke had wanted you to come with him. You looked off in the direction Luke had wanted you to go next. Whatever was over there was the reason. You urged your tauntaun forward who seemed confused about going in the strange direction but obediently trotted on. Finally you spotted Luke standing at the entrance to a small cave.

"What's this?" You asked curiously as you approached. He smiled widely.

"Tie your tauntaun up here and follow me," he ran inside the cave without waiting for a response. You suspiciously tied the loud animal next to Luke's and ran after him. You collided with him which scared you more than it hurt you. "Sorry," he said after making sure you were alright. "You have to close your eyes."

"Luke, what's this about?" you questioned him.

"Come on, don't you trust me?" he asked. You stared at him skeptically for a little bit before you closed your eyes. "Just be careful. It's a little slippery," he grabbed your hand and led you down through the cave. His gloves were stiff from the ice that made its' home there, but he made sure you didn't fall once. He let go leaving you standing there with your eyes closed.

"You can open them," he said from seemingly farther away. You opened your eyes to a beautiful opened cave where ice hanged, glistening from the ceiling. There was soft snow that lay thinly over the thick ice floor and mounds of snow that almost made you want to lay down in them. Luke stood in the middle of the ice with his arms outstretched to show off the cave

"It's amazing," you said, awed. You took a closer look at the ceiling and found large hole that was letting the sun in and making the ice glow purple. "How did you find it?" you asked, hoping he hadn't found it by falling into it.

"I thought I saw something come this way once, but it was nothing and I saw the entrance." Despite the beauty of the cave, you were shivering with cold. You rubbed your frozen hands together and put the cloth back over your mouth. "I'm sorry, you must be freezing!" He jogged up to you and put his arm around you. "Let's get you back to the base." You stayed close to him as he led you out of the cave. Once you were back outside, you were greeting by the obnoxious noises of the tauntauns that were waiting for you.

"How many more markers are there?" You asked Luke.

"Don't worry about it," he said, turning you toward him. "I'll finish up the markers. You get back to Echo Base and warm up. Save some caf for me, OK?" He smiled and started walking toward his tauntaun. You held his hand firmly until he turned back around. "Is something wrong?" You looked into his blue eyes, wondering what to say to him. You stood on your toes with your heart pounding and kissed him on the cheek. Your face turned red standing out against the white snow around you. Luke walked backwards into his tauntaun still smiling despite the loud bleat it made.

"I'll be waiting." You said as you mounted your tauntaun.

"I'll be there." He murmured in response. Feeling warm suddenly you rode back to the rebel base and worked at the caf bar while you waited to see him again.

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You waited anxiously at the north doorway for Luke to come back. You had already closed up the bar and made an extra batch for you both to drink to help him warm up. The wind was starting to pick up again, making the snow blow in. At the sound of a tauntaun you strained to see the incoming rider. Han Solo entered the base and hopped off his animal swiftly. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Where's Luke?" You asked him. Han turned to you, just realizing you were there.

"He went to check out a meteorite that crashed near here," He answered before walking off. Luke was always very inquisitive. It made sense that he would do that, and you felt stupid for worrying so much.

The rest of the day passed slowly and still there was no sign of Luke. You had wanted to ask Han if he had seen him at all, but he was in a bad mood and ignored most of your questions. You found Han standing with C-3PO next to the Millennium Falcon. Before you could reach him He had run off to talk with somebody else, but you knew Threepio wasn't one to keep secrets if he was told one.

"What's going on?" You questioned the droid. He turned around startled.

"Oh, it's just that, master Luke has gone missing," He responded. "Nobody knows where he is." Your stomach flipped. You knew something had been wrong, but you tricked yourself into thinking otherwise. A hand seemed to be squeezing your heart with no mercy. You looked over to where Han was stirring up commotion to see him ride off into the hungry snowstorm waiting outside. You spotted Wedge standing by the open hatch door and ran up to him.

"Where's Han going?" You asked breathlessly.

"He's gone to look for Luke," He responded without even glancing at you. You sat at the base of the Falcon, feeling too weak to stand. Everyone was on edge while waiting for Han and Luke to return. The later it got, the colder it was, and the need to close the hatch doors was growing. The decision was final and the whole base fell silent as the massive door shut slowly. You buried you head in your hands. Why hadn't you said it to him before? You were scared. Too scared to admit it to yourself. You loved Luke. The three small words that had scared you into denial were a powerful tool you had chosen to put away. Now you regretted that. I love him. You thought over and over until morning.

A gentle hand placed on your shoulder stirred you.

"Y/N," you heard Leia's voice and you woke up quickly. She smiled warmly at you. "Y/N, it's OK. They found Luke and Han." You sat up from the hunched position you had slept in. It took you a second, but you processed what she was saying.

"Are they alright?" You asked hurriedly.

"They're alive," she assured you. "Luke just barely made it, but he should be better soon." You stood up sorely with strong protest from your legs.

"He's here?" Leia nodded.

"He's in the recovery room. He asked for you," she said with a knowing look then stood up and walked away.

You walked into the recovery room to see Luke sitting on a small couch they had there. He turned around quickly.

"Luke." You said relieved. Luke stood up quickly.

"Y/N!" He hugged you tightly. Your heart raced happily.

"I thought you were dead." You whispered to him with tears in your eyes. You felt him shake his head.

"I'm alright." He responded. "Han found me and looked after me." You pulled away from him and reached down for the cup you had set on the table.

"I saved you some caf," you told him. He laughed and sat back on the couch. You sat next to him after putting the cup back on the table. "You can drink it when you tell me what happened." You bargained. He explained shortly about being abducted by a huge creature whos home had been the cave they had been admiring earlier. How he had escaped you still didn't understand, but you understood all too much about Han having to stuff Luke into his dead tauntaun's stomach.

After the story you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. You were just glad to have him back. Luke had always been a good friend to you, but you noticed the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted him to be around. The want turned into need as he became the only happy thing in the messed up world around you. He was much more than a friend to you, and you hoped dearly he would feel the same. The fear that he wouldn't kept you away from the three words you wanted to say to him from the beginning.

"You scared me," you whispered to him. "Don't ever do that again." He held you close to him.

"I won't," he promised. You hesitated as you practiced the words in your mind.

"I love you," you voiced, shaking. He rubbed your shoulders to calm you.

"I love you, too, Y/N"

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Monster Food Theories (part 2)

(A multi-part essay because I love world-building.) 

In part 1 I discussed the theory that monster food is actually made from physical food that’s been infused with magic, and therefore monster food is limited to what can be farmed in the Underground.

In this next part, I’m going to springboard off that idea and talk about what foods exist in the Underground (and therefore what crops and livestock monsters likely have.)

The very first thing I want to look at is what food canonically exists in the game. I’m going to break this up into two sections...

1) Food We Interact With Directly (Healing items we can pick up and get information on.)

* Monster Candy - Has a distinct, non-licorice flavor.  Heals 10 HP. * Spider Donut - A donut made with Spider Cider in the batter.  Heals 12 HP. * Spider Cider - Made with whole spiders, not just the juice.  Heals 24 HP. * Butterscotch Pie - Butterscotch-cinnamon pie, one slice.  Heals ALL HP. * Snail Pie - Heals some HP.  An acquired taste. Heals one less than max HP. * Nice Cream - Instead of a joke, the wrapper says something nice.  Heals 15 HP. * Bisicle - It’s a two-pronged popsicle, so you can eat it twice.  Heals 11 HP. * Unicicle - It’s a SINGLE-pronged popsicle.  Wait that’s just normal... Heals 11 HP. * Cinnamon Bunny - A cinnamon roll in the shape of a bunny.  Heals 22 HP. * Astronaut Food - For feeding a pet astronaut.  Heals 21 HP. * Crab Apple - An aquatic fruit that resembles a crustacean.  Heals 18 HP. * Sea Tea - Made from glowing marsh water.  Increases SPEED for one battle.  Heals 10 HP. * Abandoned Quiche - A psychologically damaged spinach egg pie.  Heals 34 HP. * Temmie Flakes - It’s just torn up pieces of construction paper.  Heals 2 HP. * Dog Salad - Recovers HP (Hit Poodles.)  Heals 2/10/30/ALL HP. * Instant Noodles - Comes with everything you need for a quick meal!  Heals 4/15/90 HP. * Hot Dog...? - The “meat” is made out of something called a “water sausage.”  Heals 20 HP. * Hot Cat - Like a hot dog, but with little cat ears on the end.  Heals 21 HP. * Junk Food - Food that was probably once thrown away.  Heals 17 HP. * Starfait - A sweet treat made of sparkling stars.  Heals 14 HP. * Glamburger - A hamburger made of edible glitter and sequins.  Heals 27 HP. * Legendary Hero - Sandwich shaped like a sword.  Increases ATTACK when eaten.  Heals 40 HP. * Steak in the Shape of Mettaton’s Face - Huge steak in the shape of Mettaton’s face.  You don’t feel like it’s made of real meat... Heals 60 HP. * Popato Chisps - Regular old popato chisps.  Heals 13 HP. (Note:  I’ve chosen to leave the Hush Puppy off of this list, as its description refers to it as a spell.  I’m also excluding the foods that can only be found by digging around in the game files - Puppydough Ice Cream, Pumpkin Rings, Rock Candy, Croquet Roll, Ghost Fruit, and Stoic Onion.)

 2) Food We Only See, or Hear About Through Character Dialogue (I did my best to be thorough here, but please let me know if I missed any and I’ll add them in!)

* Hamburger  (For sale at Grillby’s) * Fries  (For sale at Grillby’s) * Cheese Fries  (Undyne likes them, for sale at Grillby’s) * Ketchup  (Found at Grillby’s / Sans’ Hot Dog Stand) * Mustard  (Found at Sans’ Hot Dog Stand) * Relish  (Found at Sans’s Hot Dog Stand) * Spaghetti  (Made by Papyrus and Undyne) * Lasagna/Ravioli/various other pastas   (Mentioned by Papyrus) * Brewskis (aka Beer)  (Mentioned in a prank call) * Sugar  (In Undyne’s kitchen) * Soda  (In Undyne’s kitchen / Alphys’ Lab) * Hot Chocolate  (Mentioned by Undyne) * Marshmallows  (Mentioned by Undyne) * Golden Flower Tea  (In Undyne’s kitchen / Offered by Asgore) * Grapes  (Undyne talks about Mettaton eating them) * Pizza  (Undyne and Alphys both talk about ordering some) * Limes  (Undyne mentions eating them whole) * Cucumbers  (Come up when Undyne and Papyrus talk about spa treatments) * Carrots  (Mentioned by Asgore on the tapes in the true lab) * Lollipops  (Papyrus mentions getting them from the lady who runs the inn) * Ice cream  (Mentioned multiple times by multiple characters) * Espresso (Mentioned by Red Bird at Grillby’s) * Cake  (Mettaton specifically breaks the ingredients down into SUGAR, MILK, EGGS during his cooking segment) * Artificial Ingredients and Chemicals  (Also mentioned by Mettaton)

(Note: I’m leaving edamame off the list because while Toriel mentions it, she does it as a joke because she’s after the pun.  It’s possible that monsters have edamame, or it could just be something she’s aware exists in the world in general.)

So! Looking at this list, and cross referencing with recipes to find the most basic necessary ingredients to make everything, I can break things down more neatly into categories of available food:

STARCHES * Wheat  * Potatoes * Barley

FRUITS AND VEGETABLES  * Apples * Grapes * Limes * Tomatoes * Cucumbers * Spinach PROTEIN AND DAIRY * Snails * Water sausages * Eggs * Milk 

HERBS AND SPICES * Cinnamon * Mustard Seed

MISC * Salt * Sugar * Oil  * Coffee * Chocolate * Assorted artificial ingredients and chemicals  * Golden flowers (unique to the Underground?) * Hops (only because of the mention of “brewskis”)

(Note: I’m excluding a few healing items from contributing to this list.  The Astronaut Food’s origin is nebulous - it sounds like it could possibly be human food that fell from the surface and landed in the dump.  Temmie Flakes are construction paper and not actually food, even if they are technically consumable.  Dog Salad is clearly an outlier and should not be counted.)

When broken down to its base components, it’s a pretty small list.  Monsters don’t seem to have a lot to work with.

A lot of their foods revolve around the same few staple ingredients: Flour, eggs, sugar, and milk products.  From that we can take a guess that there are wheat fields somewhere in the Underground.  Likewise, they likely keep chickens as well for eggs (though other birds like ducks might be a possibility too.)  Sugar and milk have more options.  Sugar might come from sugar cane or sugar beets, while milk could come from a variety of animals, but I think goats or sheep are more likely than cows for a variety of reasons (mainly that cows might be too much of a resource drain to support long term.)

Interestingly, we never get any indication that monsters eat animals besides snails.  The information we get on the hot dogs and steak make it clear that they’re not made out of meat (and if the steaks aren’t meat, it feels reasonable that the hamburgers aren’t either.)  This makes sense, since the Underground has limited space and resources and might not be able to support farms dedicated to raising animals for meat, and/or might not be able to meet the demands of a populace that wants to eat meat regularly.  If it’s eaten at all, meat might be a rare treat.  Otherwise, it looks like the monster population could be largely vegetarian.  

With a basic list of crops, we can also make a guess at what sort of alcohols might be available in Grillby’s bar. Monsters have apples, grapes, potatoes, and sugar, so we can guess that in addition to beer (since it gets mentioned specifically), monsters could also have hard cider, wine, brandy, whisky, rum, vodka, and moonshine. 

If we want to be a bit more generous and include possible foods and foods that didn’t quite make it officially into the game, we can add back in edamame, pumpkins, and onions.

And, just for fun and going off of nothing except the environment of the game, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think monsters might be able to round out their pantries with a few other foods that occur naturally in the caverns.  Mushrooms show up in the damper areas of the game, so it’s not far fetched to think that there might be a few edible varieties available. Likewise, we see streams and marshes in Waterfall that support life.  It’s possible that there are fish, crayfish, or shellfish living in there, or possibly other edible plants besides the water sausage.  

This went a bit longer than I originally planned, so in the next part I’ll talk about what might make monster food inherently different from human food (even without monsters intentionally doing anything to it), and possibly theories about how and why monsters ended up with this specific, limited variety of foods they seem to be working off of.

[ressyfaerie]

I always had Yuriy/Takao as a small (but mighty) ship. I also have a guilty pleasure of Kai being jealous of said ship. Unable express his own feelings and say what he wants to say. Only for Yuriy, who he always surpassed in terms of skill, be able to do all those things and more. All I ask is some sugar on the lips, and some salt in a wound.

I LOVE THIS, because, I’ve actually done this AU before (Takao being intimate with yuriy (And also Alt. AU where he is intimate with all the majestics(yes, the whole team, fight me))) and Kai becomes suuuuper jealous. I’m a bit confused if “Only for Yuriy, who he always surpassed in terms of skill, be able to do all those things and more” means he is jealous for yuriy, or if he is jealous of yuriy for being able to do these things with Takao- it sounds more to me to be the latter (Kai is jealous of yuriy for being able to do these things with takao even though he’s always surpassed him in terms of skill), which would make this tyka, and I am a BIG fan. If you were off anon, I’d be able to message you about it to clarify, but I’m going to go ahead and proceed with a tyka version, I hope that is alright! :D I’m going to have fuuuun with this. (Some NSFW content, but it’s not too bad)

His red hair was still wet, most likely from a shower recently.

“Why are you here?” Yuriy demanded. 

The four-time world champion fidgeted, a lack of confidence didn’t look good on him, “sorry for coming so late…” 

“Yes, but why are you *here*?” 

“You have this hotel room alone right? Your teammates aren’t staying with you?” Takao shuffled his feet. 

“Yes, I’m alone, why do you care?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Takao, are you going to tell me why you are here, or not?” Tala glared at him, it was a bit scary. 

Takao sensed his anger, he turned around, “forget it- I’ll talk to someone else.” He grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it.

Yuriy had leaped off from where he was sitting on the bed and shoved the door closed strongly with the side of his body, blocking it, so Takao had no way out. 

“What’s your issue world champion? Are you here to steal information about my team? What are you getting at-” 

Takao raised his voice, “No! It’s nothing like that!” 

“So, spit it out.” 

Takao could feel heat waves roll off his skin. 

“I won’t let you leave without telling me,” Yuriy locked the door, still maintaining his position. 

Takao’s lip curled, in a low voice, he asked, “You like boys right?” 

“Excuse me?” Yuriy was taken back, did he hear the rumours? 

Takao yelled this time, not realizing how loud he was, “You like boys right!?” 

“Geez, keep it down would you?” 

Tala’s expression challenged him, but Takao knew he was too far ahead to go back now. 

“So, do you?” He asked, this time calmly. 

Yuriy sighed, “it depends who’s asking.” 

“Me.” 

Yuriy tilted his head side to side in deep thought before answering, “I’ve been with men before. I’m twenty after all, I’ve had experiences.”

Takao nodded, happy with the answer. 

“Why do you care?” Yuriy made sure to come off threatening, he couldn’t have him telling everyone. 

Takao sat on the edge of the bed, “how did you know? Like- When did you learn?” 

Yuriy pushed himself away from the door, sitting in a chair across from him, “that’s a tough question… I guess years ago, why?” 

Takao had his hands folded, he had his thumbs in a battle of thumb war, “Can I tell you something?” 

“Spit it out, blue-haired freak.” 

“Ha!” Tyson laughed, then turned serious again. 

“I’ve never really felt anything serious for girls- I mean I’ve tried… I don’t know, no one has- really… Stuck out to me?” Takao’s persona changed, “I’m almost nineteen and I’ve never had a girlfriend because I’ve never wanted to.” 

Yuriy was surprised, by his tone it sounded like he had been holding this in for a long time. “Have you told anyone else?” 

“No one.” Takao admitted glumly. 

“Why me? Why not the Euro team, or anyone else?” 

“I’m not sure- I guess because if you told anyone, no one would believe you.” 

Yuriy had to admit, it was a smart play. His history would make it so no fan would believe him, and any competitor would seriously doubt him, but he knew Takao trusted him, but he understood the security to have a failsafe in place. 

“The most important question to ask yourself… You say you don’t like girls because you’ve had no feelings for them, what about boys?” 

He saw Tyson’s face go beet red right away. 

“So, that’s a yes then?” Yuriy grinned, it was actually entertaining to tease the bluenette that was usually so put together. 

“Maybe- for a few people. Maybe not- I don’t know.” Takao shook his head, “what’s wrong with me Yuriy?” 

Takao started to get upset, Yuriy scanned the room not knowing what to do with this. 

Yuriy decided to get off the chair and head towards the bed, sitting beside Takao. Takao was leaning on his knees with his head in his hands. Yuriy placed his hand on his shoulder. 

“There is nothing wrong with you.” 

Takao broke out of his trance and brought his head back up, looking right into Yuriy’s eyes.

“Thanks…” He stared into his blue eyes, it was dead quiet in the room, “hey, Yuriy can I try something?” 

 Yuriy knew what he was asking, it was a bit much, but he could do it. Plus, he was loving his look tonight. He wondered if he got dressed up just to come to his shitty hotel room. 

“Sure, but it doesn’t leave this room-” 

Takao immediately pushed himself forward, pressing his lips against his. Yuriy felt a tear roll down his cheek, wetting their lips slightly. It was Takao that initiated everything, even if Yuriy wanted to, he wouldn’t have got the chance. 

Yuriy unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to go further, he pulled away, noticing it was too much. 

“Hah…” Takao let his hot breath roll over Yuriy’s mouth as he pulled away. 

Yuriy didn’t expect his breath to smell like strawberries. 

Takao pulled himself closer to him, their thighs against each other. 

“What do you think?” Takao whispered, “am I?”

Yuriy spoke the truth, “probably, it sure seems like it. We can’t really know for sure- but you sure were eager.” 

“Sleep with me.” 

“Excuse me?” Yuriy was in shock, this little gayby was almost too confident. 

“You don’t have to. I thought you liked it…” Takao smiled, he used his hand to touch Yuriy’s chest through his shirt, “I want to go further, I want to know.” 

Yuriy blinked in astonishment, Takao ran his hand through his soft red hair. 

“We’d have to keep it a secret…” Yuriy closed his eyes as the hand in his hair threw him into a trance. “Mmmm… No one can know-” 

Takao grasped his shirt and reached behind his neck pulling him towards himself, he was leaning on the bed with Yuriy over top of him. 

“Is this your first time? You’re so confident.” 

“It is, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” Takao admitted his deepest darkest secret, “I’ll need your help to guide me.” 

“I think I can do that…” 

Kai was worried. Takao was so distant lately. He had the option to join the Demolition boys again or join the Bladebreakers, he chose the Bladebreakers since his friendship with Takao was growing stronger, but now he was disappointed. Takao never seemed to be ‘all there’. Even when he was practicing, he was simply going through the motions, but his mind was somewhere else. 

Kai, being the good team captain and maternal figure of the group, decided following him would be the best way to figure out what was wrong with him. 

 He could have just tried asking him, like a regular person, but he had the feeling whatever was going on with Takao, he wouldn’t share with him. He wasn’t confiding in his team, or family, Kai worried it was serious, and he was determined to help his friend, because- in Kai’s mind, this could break his winning streak. 

He lost him last night after he left the dojo. He stayed out all night. He came back early in the morning so the rest of the team didn’t know he even left. Kai cursed himself for losing track of him, but he definitely wouldn’t today. 

The next championships were too close for Kai’s comfort. If Takao didn’t get his shit together soon, they could easily lose the championships. 

Today, everyone trained in the BBA building with some other teams, getting reacquainted and registering for the tournament. 

He cautiously followed Takao around, on the surface he looked normal. He greeted all his old friends, shook hands, hugged, all regular Takao stuff. Kai shuddered, knowing under that cheeky smile was an inner turmoil he couldn’t decipher. 

Takao continued talking, Kai was tired. All this socializing was too much for him, he went to the locker rooms to grab his stuff, Takao wasn’t leaving anytime soon, and the place seemed to be clearing out. He wouldn't leave him long, he would be right back. 

The locker room had aisles of lockers, he had stuck his bag in a corner compartment. He opened a locker and sighed, closing it gently. He rested his forehead against the cold metal. He stayed there for a few moments. 

He heard the door fly open. 

“Takao?” A voice echoed through the empty room. 

He recognized the voice as Yuriys, he didn’t walk out of the aisle to greet him, he stayed for a moment in silence. Kai wondered why he was looking for Takao, of all people. 

He heard Yuriy’s heavy footsteps in the locker room, looking around before the door opened again. 

“Yuriy? I heard you were looking for me?” 

Unmistakably Takao’s voice. 

Yuriy’s voice grew in anger, “did you tell!?” 

“No? Of course not? Why would I do that-” 

“I heard someone talking-” 

Kai couldn’t make out the rest of what Yuriy was saying, but he was clearly upset. He heard Takao’s soothing voice reassuring him, and he slowly began to calm down. 

“I’m sorry, I misunderstood.” 

“It’s okay Yuriy, we are just both on edge, as long as neither of us mentions anything, no one will know.” 

Kai could hear the smile in Tyson’s voice. He sounded so genuine, it was the old Takao he knew so well, he wanted him to use that voice with himself again. 

“I want to talk to you about last night.” Takao started a different subject naturally. 

Kai focused on their conversation. 

“We can’t talk about-” 

“There’s no one in here right?” Takao spoke with his honeyed words again. 

“No-” 

“Was it okay?” Takao’s voice turned worried. 

Kai felt a tingle on his skin, he felt overprotective, what was going on between them? 

“You were amazing actually- I wasn’t expecting you to be that good. You did well.” 

Kai begged mentally, ‘please be talking about a bey-battle…’

Then, Takao giggled, a giggle Kai had never heard before, it was foreign, cute, it felt like he was… Teasing. 

Kai heard a thud against a locker, he heard sounds he had only heard in movies. He was positive they were kissing. 

He didn’t know what to do, stay? Go? They couldn’t find out he was here the whole time- There was another exit behind him, he could leave without them noticing. 

Kai slowly slid his feet on the ground, leaving without a sound, letting the door close silently behind him. 

He started walking down the hall, picking up speed, until he was running at full pace, out of the building and into the street. 

He stopped in an area he didn’t recognize and propped himself against a wall in an abandoned alleyway. 

“What the fuck-” He hid his eyes from the world with his forearm, “why Yuriy? Why him? It’s not fair- I’m far superior to that guy- I’m stronger, I’m more intelligent, I’m even more attractive- Why Yuriy?” 

His eyes widened when his brain finally formed the thought he had been struggling with for years: 

“Why not me?” 

[shortie-babe]

Luke’s Fudging Baking

Luke x reader (fluff of course because i'm not making lemon on him. I see him as a little brother or my kid so no. deal with it ;P) but also solomon x reader and mammon x reader

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It was just a normal day in the devil dom, the lower level devils are screaming. Asmo is trying to get someone in bed..ahhh a beautiful day. So relaxing...yup so relaxing..i mean you weren't allowed to go out on your own because you’re a “weak” human..

I mean yeah, you were weak but they didn't need to say it like an insult though! Anyway they assigned the oh so great mammon to watch over you. All you wanted to do was get some sweets. You’ve always had a humongous sweet tooth and ran out of sweets in your secret stash.

That would upset you a lot but what upset you more was Mammon's constant nagging!

“Ughhh, why do I have to go along with some human! And to get sweets of all things! Shouldn’t beelzebub accompany you! I mean this would seem to be something he’d enjoy!” he says obviously annoyed but you couldn't care less. You just wanted your sweets..

“I already discussed with you that beel had practice. Trust me i’d rather him be with me then you.” you say in an obviously sarcastic tone.

“H-hey?! What's that supposed to mean?! You, a puny human should be grateful the great mammon is even accompanying you!” he says with a pout.

You giggle. “You goofball! I was being sarcastic! Of course I'm grateful to have you walking with me! I wouldn't have it anyother way!” you say with a big smile. Hoping it’ll shut him up, Of course you meant what you said but you just wanna shut him up at this point.

“i-i ..well! Of course you are grateful to have me! I’m the second strongest after all, so of course i’m not gonna let any low rank demon touch whats mi-..you human!” a slight blush goes to his face his hand starts to go to yours wanting to hold your hand.

But the second he’s close to holding your hand you see luke! Luke’s like your little buddy! Like your little brother! Of course you're gonna get freaked out excited and run to him!

“Luke!” you say with euphoria in your voice!

You pounce him raping your arms around he’s to hug him. Not seeing him for a couple of days really made you a bit upset. I mean you could call yourself clingy but you saw Luke as a little brother! You saw Luke as your little brother.

Even though he's way older then you..But still he’s your little brother! And all you wanted to do was protect him..even though he’s probably way stronger than you. And most of the time it would be him trying to protect you even though he's scared of demons.

Which makes you happy that he does that but you also help out in those situations. You two are inseparable. And of course it makes the brothers jealous and you know it does and get a kick out of it sometimes.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here?” Luke says with curiosity in his voice hugging you back. He looks at mammon and sticks his tongue out mockingly. Of course he gets pissed!

“I ran out of sweets, so I went out to buy some.” you say with a little pout

“ oh! Well how about you come to the purgatory hall and we can bake together?” Luke says with excitement in his voice. You look like you have sparkles in your eyes.

“Come on let's go y/n. We have to go back home-” mammon says before getting cut off by you

“No way! I wanna go bake with my lukey!” you say while holding luke tighter.

“Y-your lukey?! What?!” mammon says with full confusion and annoyance in his voice.

“He’s like a little brother to me okay! Now i’m going with luke tell lucifer that i'll be back later!” you start to walk off but  you look back at mammon and blow him a kiss then wave him bye. And he blushes at that of course!

...Time skip like a couple minutes…

You and luke made it to the purgatory hall with only a couple of demons trying to eat you but you and luke handled it..you two just ran..BUT you made it in one piece and in the kitchen! You two had cute little aprons on, and yours had cute little bunnies on it! I mean you came over a lot to bake with luke so you had your own at the purgatory hall!

You clap your hands “okay, so what are we gonna make today?” you say as you get the cookbook and skim through the pages.

“Ooo! Ooo! Why don't we make a strawberry shortcake? It looks really yummy!” Luke says like a kid in a candy store.

You go to the page that tells you how to make a strawberry shortcake. “Oooo, it does look yummy!” you say almost drooling.

...time skip…

You two get out the ingredients and put them on the counter. “Okay we got 3 eggs, plain flour, sugar, unsalted butter, milk, whipping cream, water, and of course the bowls!” you say smiling not knowing solomon comes in through the front door.

“Yup, all i have to do is find the measuring cups then we can start working on it!” Luke says going to search through cabinets. You haven't been this calm for a while, it’s definitely not calm in the human world..maybe that's why you like being in the devildom so much? I mean with the brothers it's not always calm but they make up for it..they're really good to you despite being literal demons. But you never really saw them as that.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear Solomon walk into the kitchen. He walks towards you, You had your back to him. He gets close to you, Then wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest and puts his chin against your shoulder. You let out a yelp not loud enough that Luke hears it but loud enough to earn a mischievous smirk from solomon.

“S-solomon! I told you to not startle me like that!” you whisper with a hmph. Not wanting to startle Luke.

“I couldn't help it. You looked so calm and cozy...and I wanted to spook you.” Solomon whispers with a mischievous smirk but with tiredness in his voice. You turn around still in his arms and cup his face in your hands.

“You were out with asmodeus weren't you? I mean there's nothing wrong with that, just sometimes you get exhausted more easily..i mean you may be an annoying trickster sometimes but i still care for you.” you say with worry but try to hide it with some anger. It didn't work but it was worth a try.

Solomon puts his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes. “ you worry to much, and yeah I was.” he says with a laugh that was a little louder than intended. Which alerted Luke and made him jump up and look at you guys. He got a little mad.

“Hey, get your dirty hands off of y/n!” Luke says while pulling at your sleeve. And Solomon gets his hands off of you and puts them up with a smile and a wink. Which leaves you blushing a little bit.

“Listen y/n! Solomon isn't a good influence or person! So if he tries anything just push him away, okay?” Luke says trying to get reassurance.

“Hehe okay Luke!” you giggle and pat his head. Solomon lets out a small chuckle.

...time skip…

You and Luke were finished all you had to do was put it in the oven. Solomon interrupted, sometimes asking if he could help, But Luke was still a little mad and would say “no! Your cooking sucks! You'll destroy y/n’s works!”. Solomon would always fake being hurt by the words but he couldn't care less. Solomon never left the kitchen; he always stayed somewhat close to you. Which makes Luke upset and makes you blush a little. Solomon would sometimes grazes a finger across your skin, Which would make you turn beet red and Solomon would obviously get a kick out of it. That teasing bastard…

...time skip…

Finally, it was done cooking! All you needed to do was taste test it. Luke got the first taste and he said it was delicious; which makes you want to try it more!

“Go on y/n, grab a spoon and have a taste!” Luke says excitedly while licking his lips. You go to grab a spoon but Solomon snatches it from you.

“S-solomon?! Hey! That was the last spoon!” you say with a pout while Solomon picks up some of the strawberry shortcake on the spoon. He grabs your chin gently and lifts your head up a bit. You turn a bright red. Luke is pouting, not liking how Solomon is touching you.

“Say aaaah~” Solomon says seductively with a wink which flusters you more.

“A-ahhh..” you open your mouth and Solomon feeds you..it was delicious but someone having Solomon do that made it taste better..

“See, that wasn't so bad.” he says with a chuckle and pats your head. You shake your head.

“ okay, Solomon that's enou-” Luke tries to complain but gets cut off by solomon.

“ hey y/n, why don't you stay over tonight?” Solomon says with a gentle smile.

“What?” you say confused. I mean yeah you would come to the purgatory hall to bake with luke and sometimes practice magic with solomon and just hang out with simeon; But you never spent the night..how would it even go?

“Come on y/n! It can be a little slumber party I guess. I mean I'm sure Luke would love to have a slumber party!” solomon says with an innocent smile..you knew not to trust that smile but before you could think about it Luke grabs your sleeve.

“Yes please! Can we please have a slumber party! We can do all sorts of fun stuff like watch movies, play truth or dare, tell stories!” Luke says with sparkles in his eyes..He knew just how to get you to say yes..How could you say no now?! You may get in trouble with lucifer but oh well! This is for your lukey!

You sigh but give a smile “Sure, let's have a sleepover!”.

“Yaaaaay!!” Luke starts jumping around, and clapping. While Solomon is on the sidelines smiling.

“I just have to message Lucifer and tell him i'm staying over..” you say with worry not knowing how he's gonna react. Is he gonna make you go back to the House of Lamentation? Is he gonna let you stay? Will he get mad? You can't tell with lucifer sometimes..

“Okay! I'll go tell simeon and we can get everything ready!” Luke says running to find Simeon. The kid is honestly super excited!

What will happen with the sleepover? Well you’ll have to find out next time! Oooon~.

Nah, im actually gonna start working on this. Just feel like this one is going on for long!

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Laito Dark [04]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: I’ve done my maths homework and finished preparing for tomorrow’s Japanese (1) class...

*Thud*

Yui: ...Yeah. I guess I can call it a day.

Wait, look at the time!

( I should go to bed soon, or I’ll oversleep. )

Pwah...Time to hit the hay...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Aah, this mattress is so cozy... )

( I’m pretty sure I’ll fall asleep in no time tonight... )

ー Yui starts dozing off

*TIMESKIP*

ー Laito enters the room

Laito: Bitch-chan, have you already gone to bed?

I was hoping you’d comfort me because I can’t sleep to fall asleep.

Nfu. How naughty of you to fall asleep before me.

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...

Laito: ...Seeing you slumber, completely unknowing of what is going on, is rather nice too.

You remind me of Sleeping Beauty...Makes me want to peel off your clothes and lick you all over...

...Nn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!?

( I just felt something cold against the back of my nape!? )

*Rustle*

Laito: Nfu...You’re finally awake.

Yui: Eh? Laito-kun...? Why are you here...?

Laito: Why of course...To foster our love, obviously~

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah!

Laito: Nnー ...What a lovely scent...Haah...Nnー...Haah...

Yui: H...Hold up, Laito-kun.

Laito: You smell of sugar candy, you know. Isn’t this your way of telling me that you want me to lick you? Nfu~

Say, can I lick you...?

Yui: You can’t...Get out of my bed!

Laito: Ehー? Just a little bit, okay?

Yui: N-No is no! If I don’t go to bed soon, I won’t be able to wake up tomorrow morning...!

Laito: Nfu~ Geez, you really aren’t honest. Even though you actually want me to do it.

Take a listen. Your heart’s beating really loudly as well, see? 

*Thump*

Yui: That’s...!

ー Laito tries to make his move

Yui: Wait, I said no...!

ー She pushes him away

*Thud*

Laito: Woah there...

You’re so fierce (2), Bitch-chan~ Pushing me off the mattress like that.

When I’m given the cold shoulder like that, it only tempts me to do more though? You sure you made the right choice there...?

ー Laito pins her down

Yui: Ah!

Laito: Nfu~ Surprised Bitch-chan’s adorable as well...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: !

( A kiss...!? )

Laito: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Nn...Phew...

Nfu~ Your face’s beet red...Did the kiss feel that good?

Yui: Haah, haah...

( Anyone would become like this from such a passionate kiss... )

Laito: Haah...It looks great, that lewd expression...

Yui: Nn.

*Smooch*

Laito: I’ll kiss you even more, just as you wish. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...!

Laito: Or do you want, something more?

Yui: Stop...

Laito: Nfu. No, no~ Try using a different phrase every now and then...

To turn me on, you see...I want you to resist me more and more...

Aah...You’ve gotten sweaty. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Ah...

Laito: Nfu...Look at you becoming putty in my hands from just a few kisses here and there~

Why don’t you writhe around in pleasure more and more? If so...I’m sure you’ll be able to feel even better.

Yui: No...Stop!

Laito: Hmー? So you still choose to resist. Honestly, you really aren’t true to yourself, Bitch-chan...

You can drop the act, you know?

Yui: I’m not acting...! I’m serious...

Laito: Nfu...~ Serious about what? That you don’t like it?

Yui: ...

Laito: Nfu. Say, Bitch-chan, do you truly believe that it’s okay to defy your Master like this?

Yui: ...!?

You shouldn’t resist or think so badly of your own Master, you know? Nfu~

As your punishment...It’s penalty time, Bitch-chan.

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Eh? W-What’s this...?

Laito: Hmー? Can’t you tell by looking? I’m restraining your hands...There we go!

Yui: ...!

Laito: And voila~ Now you can no longer move, can you? Nfu.

If I were to suck your blood like this, then leave you tied to the bed afterwards...Nfu.

I wonder how long you’ll be able to endure it?

Yui: No way, cut this out...

Laito: Fufu, this is your punishment for denying your own desires and defying me.

Even though you’re weaker to pleasure than anyone else, you continue to deny it forever...

I have to remind such a foolish little Bitch-chan of her own shameless behavior, you see?

Yui: !

Laito: ーー Come on. Try begging for it. You actually want me more, don’t you?

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Are you sure? At this rate, you’ll stay like that forever.

Come on, say it. That you want my fangs...

Yui: I don’t...

Laito: Nfu~ ...I wonder what you want me to do?

Yui: ...

Selection

→ I don’t want that

Yui: ...I don’t nee...

Laito: Heehー Are you trying to get me excited by agitating me on purpose like that?

You really are such a lewd girl, Bitch-chan.

However, too bad! I’m just so incredibly thirsty right now.

ー Laito steps closer

Laito: So...Get it? ...Nn.

→ I want Laito-kun’s fangs (❁)

Yui: ...

Laito: Nfu~ Well done.

Haah...Your mixed expression of humiliation and shame is irresistable as well...

Yui: ...

Laito: Well then, show me your throat so it’s easy for me to suck...Come on.

ー He steps closer

Laito: Jut as you wish, I’ll trust in my fangs deep inside...Nn...

ー He bites Yui

Yui: Ah...!

( His fangs are sinking deeply into my throat...! )

Laito: Nn...Hah...

Aah...Delicious. It’s so good, Bitch-chan...

*Gulp gulp*

Laito: It’s even thicker than usual, it’s sticking to my throat...Haah...

Nfu~ It’s almost as if your obscenity has mixed into your blood...Nfu~ ...It’s so rich.

Yui: ...

( I can’t fight back... )

( Even though I don’t like this...I doubt I’ll still be able to get away from Laito-kun... )

( So I really have...No, perhaps the thing to blame for this...is my heart? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japan, the subject ‘Japanese’ is not called 日本語 or ‘nihongo’ as it would be when you’re studying it as a foreign language. Instead it is called 国語 or ‘kokugo’ which literally means ‘national language/language of the nation’

(2) Laito calls her おてんば or otenba’ which is often translated as ‘tomboy’. It actually comes from the Dutch word ‘ontembaar’, which means ‘cannot be tamed’. 

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