#In the ways that it he likely put it together without much thought. like ohh cutesy musical theatre music ^_^. but then its like

[mcybree]

Helloo (again) !! Second question spurred on by my normality (consistent rereading of your character analysis posts) what’re your thoughts on the Flower Husbands Official Spotify Playlist By Scott Smajor Himself (TM)? Because to me it might be the funniest thing ever

^ For reference. Yes it’s only 5 songs

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTEDDDDDDD. sorry. its so bad. in the best possible way. this is something that couldve only been made by scott major himself. the fact that two of the songs are from dear evan hansen. the fact that it barely qualifies as a playlist. its beautiful

[moonchild9350]

Napping With Stray Kids

Summary: Just my thoughts on napping with Skz!

Pairing: OT8 idol Stray Kids x reader

Word Count: 881

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: none (shocking for me lol)

Notes: This was fun to write and had to put something together real quick before life gets busy again! I'm happy this came up in our convos @jeonginsleftcheek! I hope you guys like it!

Likes, reblogs, and comments welcomed as always :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

Bangchan We all know Bangchan has insomnia and doesn’t sleep well or much at all but he’s more than happy to at least try to nap with you if you suggest it. He’ll hold off on his never ending to do list, because he’ll do anything for his baby girl. You snuggle into his arms, as he pulls the blankets up and around you to keep you warm. His fingers lightly drag up and down your spine, soothing you. He’ll even sing you a song to help you fall asleep if you want. Tucking your head into his chest, your breathing starts to slow as you fall asleep. Chan tries, he really does, to fall asleep and nap with you but he’s perfectly content watching you sleep in his arms.

Lee Know I’m convinced that if you try to nap with Minho, sleep won’t come right away. He’ll try and tickle you knowing how ticklish you are, giggling as you squirm and grab a pillow to throw it at him. He’ll tackle you and press kisses all over your face while you laugh and tell him to stop (even though you don’t want him to, not really). After retrieving the pillows off the floor, you’ll both settle in, Minho wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head into your neck. If you’re lucky the kids will come nap with you guys too, Soonie napping by both of your heads, Doongie at your feet, and Dori snuggling into your side.

Changbin Changbin would be one to be watching videos on his phone like tik tok or YouTube and would giggle every two seconds at something funny. Every time you close your eyes to nap, his giggle would fill the room causing you to open your eyes and laugh back with him. You can’t help it, he’s just so darn cute! Eventually you do fall asleep, your head resting on your chest. Binnie notices you’re asleep (which is a miracle honestly because the man can’t multitask to save his life) and tries his best not to make a sound, you just look so peaceful and he wants to make sure his baby gets plenty of rest.

Hyunjin I believe that napping with Hyunjin would be the most poetic? Like you’re all curled up in his bed, blanket wrapped around you, your hair fanned out on his pillow. He’s sitting at his desk painting, cause when is he not. But you don’t mind. You watch him for a while, the way his hands move around the paper, the little face he makes when the color doesn’t come out the way he wants. You eventually drift off to sleep. Hyunjin notices, and smiles, happy you’re here with him. Little do you know, you’re sleeping form is the subject of his painting, as he thinks you look like an angel.

Han Han is the certified nap man, this is no secret. He is always down for a nap, add you in the equation and he’s the happiest man on earth. He’ll pull you into his arms, pressing sweet kisses and nuzzling his head into your neck. It doesn’t take long for you both to fall asleep. You’re just so cute together. And bonus points for the members if you guys fall asleep at the studio. They’re ohhhing and awwing at you two love birds, fast asleep together.

Felix On his off days, he’s at his computer, playing Genshin. It’s really the only time he has to play. But the moment you come over, he logs off and he goes to snuggle with you. You love looking at Felix’s face, tracing his freckles while he looks deep into your eyes. You’re both just so in love with each other. Your eyes slowly close, perfectly content in his arms. Felix would lean down to press a kiss on your nose, before closing his own eyes. He finds he sleeps best when you’re by his side.

Seungmin Now Seungmin could go both ways when it comes to napping with you. He could be a total menace by poking your face and tickling you. Making fun of your protests (lovingly of course) and not letting you sleep. Or he could be the exact opposite, a sweet puppy, pulling you close and softy singing you a song to help lull you to sleep. Either way he will end of falling asleep with you, mind blown at how he could have ended up with such a sweet person as you.

I.N. Now Jeongin is a middle child and hates skinship, this we all know. But I’m convinced if he’s going to snuggle and fall asleep with someone it’s you, the love of his life. It’s different when you touch him, he craves your touch more than he thought possible. He makes sure you’re all tucked in, nice and warm, but not so much so that he can’t feel you anymore. You’ll laugh at his actions, telling him you’re fine as long as he’s there. He doesn’t listen, he wants to make sure you have a nice rest and being warm and comfortable is part of that. To top it all off, he’ll drape your legs over his, and wrap his arms around you as you both drift off to sleep.

Taglist: @jehhskz @jeonginsleftcheek

[sexilene]

https://www.tumblr.com/sexilene/759818777216024576/can-i-request-a-boynextdoorjj-x

thinking so so many thoughts!!! I love this so much!! I need to know how and what went down when jj showed reader how to touch herself!! I feel like she’s very innocent and jj of course is a dirty boy!

OMG yessss! boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (ignore the spelling mistakes sorry lol!!)

your next-door neighbor, the sweet golden retriever of a boy was an absolute chaos demon, and always horny…of course you knew this… but you were surprised when jj had promised not to try anything funny until you were ready, and you two weren’t even official yet!! but of course, you two would do the safe, usual, kissing while grinding and such- but there got to a point where the second he climbs through your window you just want to jump on him and have him help you with the ache between your legs!!

you were thinking about it all day, from the moment you woke up…to now where jj is sitting on the carpet on the floor next to you, “helping” you color a barbie coloring book all messily. you finally smacked your glossy lips together and turned to tell him about what you would like to do…

“jaaaayjay?”

“what’s up babycakes,” jj responds, not looking up from the page he was currently coloring in,

“i have a secret to tell you- and you have to promise not to laugh at me!” your words cause his eyebrows to shoot up, curiosity spiking. he looked up from the coloring book and nodded his head, “hit me.”

“sometimes, when i think of you…i think thoughts…” you speak slowly, dragging out the words, trying to find a way to say it without it sounding too dirty!

“what kinda thoughts?” jj tilts his head, a small smirk growing on his lips and he thinks he knows where this is going….

“like thoughts that make my…you know what get all fluttery and sticky…” jj thinks it's cute how shy you get when it comes to doing stuff like this with him, and he’s more than happy to help you out.

“s’that so? y’know i’m pretty skilled in helping relive that feeling,”

“you are?”

“ohhh yeah, can help you out if you want…no pressure of course but uh- i’ll be here coachin’ you every step of the way.” he stands up and offers you a hand to get you up off the floor as well.

“yes please, not full on sex though right?” your smile also starts to appear, heart beating fast at the thought of doing something so naughty with the boy you have the biggest crush on!

“nah s’perfectly safe, alright you have to take your shorts off for this baby-” jj begins to slide down your pink polka dot cotton sleep shorts and guides you over to your bed. jj takes a seat back against your pillows, he pants the spot between his legs gesturing for you to sit in front of him, back against his chest. “c’mere sit, m’gonna be gentle i promise,”

you sit where he’s telling you- but before you make yourself really comfortable you pick up one of your stuffed animals and whine “wait, don’t want them to look!” jj then licks his teeth before picking up all your little stuffies and practically throwing them under the bed.

“careful please!” you chide- pouting slightly,

“m’just putting these guys under the bed for now, little vacation time for em’ right?” he smiles innocently.

“ohh-ho soaked through your panties honeybunny!” jj laughs- but not in mockery- in complete awe of how bad you soaked through the cotton of your pretty panties, he smooths over the patch of wetness with the pads of his two rough fingers, making you whine and squirm in his hold. “jaaay, please!”

“im getting there hold your horses…” he tuts, you can feel his head shake in faux disapproval from behind you before he begins to slowly press down on your clothed clit and rub. “alright, watch what i’m doing- see just where you feel sensitive, ruuuub it nice n’ slow.”

“mmmphm!” you unintentionally lift your hips so towards his fingers to somehow try and get more friction, more pressure to- “yuuup, now you try.” jj interrupts your hazy thoughts, grabbing your wrist to lead you in rubbing your clit.

and once you begin, under his instruction, you bite your lower lip and apply bits of pressure while you touch yourself. “feels really nice!…”

“want me to keep going?” he whispers,

“yes please!” ”okay now watch angel, move those cute panties to the side n’ then- i’m just gonna use one finger.” jj carefully and ever so gently moves your panties to the side to get access to your dripping hole. then when finally starts to dip his finger in to start, you feel the stretch- slight but still present. “ohmygod!” you gasp, his finger curling up to find your g-spot, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand to keep you from yelling out again.

“s’just one! then move it iiiiin and ouuut-” he reassures you, “feelin’ okay?” and all you can do is nod, hand still covering your mouth. your little noises bouncing off the walls of your bedroom, his whispered praises, the ‘shlick-shlick’ sound your pussy makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers….“hear that? little pussy makin’ sounds cause she’s all wet-” jj coos, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“can you do another finger pretty please jay?”

“sure can…moving in and out easy breezy baby- and then see with your other hand you keep rubbing on your clit.” he nods his head in approval though he knows you can’t see him, trying to get you closer to your first orgasm.

“i feel like im going on a rollercoaster!” you squeal, your two little fingers focused on rubbing your clit as he showed you while he curls up two of his thick fingers into your warm heat- over and over. “yeah? shit your cummin’ already…squeezing my fingers so tight,” he smiles upon hearing your little moans and feeling how tight your pussy is clamping down on his digits.

“jay!! mphph!” you scream out, his free hand coming up quickly to cover your mouth and muffle your moans as you cum down hard on his fingers. “shhhh sh sh, came down real haaard chickie, atta girl.” he licks his lip and continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out before he slowly slips his fingers out of your cunt.

“feel like my pussy has a heartbeat…” you breathe out, trying to turn your head to look up at him, trying to re-ground yourself.

“she’s all sensitive-” he smiles down at you, re-adjusting your panties as they were. and all you do is look at him in admiration, feeling so lucky to have him here with you and what kind of a friend would you be if you didn’t help him feel as good too? a small slime graces your face when you get up to crawl away from him and turn to face him.

“thank you for helping me jj, you're always so nice and gentle- i wish there was something i could do to help you…”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

[eveningspringbreeze]

A First Step, Towards Friendship

Season: Spring (ES!! second year)

Characters: Kohaku, Hiiro, Madara

Hiiro and Kohaku: Nom nom….

Hiiro: Ah, I accidentally got some on the table. Could you get a wipe, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku: ‘Course, here ya go. Ya gotta open yer mouth big an’ wide so that ya don't spill crumbs. 

Hiiro: Thank you, I’ll take note of that! 

Kohaku: (...He looks ‘bout as normal a boy as they come when he’s eatin’ breakfast, huh)

(The Hiiro-han I saw durin’ Matrix astonished me so much that I can’t help but incessantly worry away just from bein’ near him) 

(He disciplines in a way that dredges up memories of my sisters… or particularly, the way he made us prepare for all kinds o’ things) 

(He dived headfirst into playin’ villain just so Crazy:B could secure the first win)

(There sure were lotsa things happenin’ in the Amagi village, but by far my biggest shocker would be…) 

Hiiro: Umu. Today’s bread was baked wonderfully. It was so delicious. Maybe I should get seconds? 

Kohaku: (whispering) With that face, he follows every rule to an absolute. He forces everyone to follow them with him, an’ any opposition turns him into a terrifyin’ lad)

(Like say, were there to be a rule that determined that all breakfasts shall be bread, what would Hiiro-han do?) 

(Would he even go as far as to tell me, who’s currently eatin’ rice, to have bread instead?) 

Phew. I got so caught up with these stupid ideas that simply eatin’ breakfast took far too long. 

???: I’m hooooome!!!! ☆ I’m so thirsty after running! 

Kohaku: Mm… no doubt, that’s Madara-han’s voice. G’mornin’. 

Madara: Ohh, if it isn’t Kohaku-san! Goooood morniiiiing! ☆

Kohaku: Yer always so damn loud. 

Anyhow, there’s somethin’ I wanted to ask… 

Would ya rather have rice or bread for breakfast? 

Madara: …Hmm? That’s quite the unexpected question. 

Have you been wondering about what food I like? I’m so happy to hear that ♪

Kohaku: Ah, no, this ain’t the type o’ question that should be thrillin’ ya. Not like I’ll die without yer answer anyhow. 

Madara: Now now, don't be shy and say it with your chest! "I'm dyin' to make breakfast for Madara-han", right? ♪

Kohaku: Who’s sayin’ what? And the same goes to you. Rather than "accidentally" pullin’ it outta me, can'tcha just ask directly? Y'know, "Why is Kohaku-san asking me something like this, hmm?"

Anyhow, I’ll explain… I was eatin’ with Hiiro-han just now. 

So we were in the Matrix project, where this an’ that happened… Now, I’ve got this slightly odd relationship with Hiiro-han. 

Madara: Mmhm. I see, I get the situation now. 

Oh, to think that Kohaku-san would consult me for relationship advice ♪

Mama’s delighted! Moved beyond words! So happy, in fact, that I feel inclined to ruffle Kohaku-san’s head ☆

Kohaku: Uwaah!? Stop! 

Actually, what’s with this weirdass attitude? Are ya makin’ fun of me, ya jerk? 

Madara: Hahaha, who’s to say? 

Anyway. Personally, I’d say that becoming friends with Hiiro-san could alleviate much of your worries, Kohaku-san. 

Kohaku: Friends? 

Madara: Yep. For example… if Hiiro-san were to invite you to a meal, you wouldn’t turn him down, right? 

Kohaku: Well, I ‘spose so. We were eatin’ together earlier too. 

Madara: Then, let’s extend it from within the Starmony dorms to ES as a whole. What would you do if he asked you to go shopping with him? Turn him down? 

Kohaku: Maybe if I had other plans… ‘sides that, I don’t see a reason to not go. 

Madara: Yep. So basically, you two are already on pretty decent terms. 

But what would you consider Hiiro-san to be to you? 

Is he an acquaintance from a different unit? Or perhaps someone close to a good friend of yours? …Try taking a step back to reevaluate. 

Kohaku: That’s true. Who knows whether or not Rabu-han an’ I have the same thoughts on this person. 

Madara: I’m also assuming that, since whatever happened during Matrix, your thoughts on him have complicated since. 

You two may be on relatively good terms, but with your perspective, it seems you can’t quite put a good name to your relationship. 

And that’s exactly why if you were able to get to a point where you could start calling him a “friend”, you could reforge your relationship with him entirely. 

Kohaku: Woah… I’d never expected you to give such sound advice. 

Madara: ….That’s odd. I’m supposed to be your older senpai with plenty of life experience under my belt, no?

Kohaku: My bad. I just didn’t expect the friendless Madara-han to be the one advisin’ me on makin’ friends. 

Madara: Hrm… what was that about me making fun of you earlier? 

Kohaku: Ahaha! ‘Course, I think I can do this with yer idea. Thank ya kindly ♪

Now, I’ll call Hiiro-han right away—

Hiiro: This… is a store selling idol merchandise, yes? 

Did you want to come to this store with me, Kohaku-san? 

Kohaku: It must’ve been a doozy to be called an’ brought here so suddenly, sorry ‘bout that. 

I was just glad to have gotten in touch with ya… but the only spot I can think for bringin’ “friends” is this idol goods store. (2)

Hiiro: “Friends”? 

Kohaku: Mmhm. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout wantin’ to be such with ya, Hiiro-han. 

I thought of talkin’ it out with fists too, since I reckon that a playfight could bring us closer. 

Hiiro: With fists? Playfight? 

Kohaku: Ah, I’m just talkin’ to myself. Don’t worry ‘bout that. 

…So far, I believe you and I’ve been toddlin’ along on just “being on decent terms”. 

What do you think ‘bout callin’ each other “friends” from now on? 

We’ve even worked together as one unit before, so how ‘bout we continue workin' together? 

I’d never really tried to make friends before, so I may slip an’ say weird things from time to time. If that’s okay with you…. how about it? 

Hiiro: ….Umu! I’d love to, Kohaku-san! 

Kohaku: Really? 

Hiiro: Of course ♪ You’re a close friend of Aira’s, so I assumed that the two of us were already friends. 

But now that I think about it, I never did walk up to you and go, “let’s be friends!”, did I? 

From now on, as newfound friends… I’ll be in your care, Kohaku-san ♪

Kohaku: Ahaha, shakin’ hands as proof of our friendship, huh. What a nice feelin’ ♪

I planned on the two of us just goin’ shopping as friends, but I’d like ta hear more ‘bout ya, Hiiro-han. 

Do you have any other friends, like Hinata-han? What hobbies do you have, and what do ya usually talk about? Can ya tell me?

Hiiro: Of course! Let’s shop and chat away! 

Kohaku: Thanks, Hiiro-han. As friends, from now on… I’ll be in yer care ♪

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Translation Notes

Callback to Aira's FS1 4* story, "Novices in Friendship", where Aira brings Kohaku to presumably the exact same merch store. 

Thank you for reading! This is not proofread at the moment, but this was such a cute story that I had to translate it!! ^^ 

[normansnt]

The real him

(Alastor x male overlord!reader)

No warnings my loves

Perhaps some grammatical errors🥹

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Alastor was walking down the street to attend the overlords meeting that was taking place today. He has been absent for quite some time so he has not been to one in a while, and honestly he was kind of excited to go again. Not because he cared so much about what they had to say oh no, of course it was useful information for his plan but the one true reason he went was not something, it was someone.

You.

The overlord of music. Since he was the radio demon and you were the music demon you naturally had something to do with each other. Not to mention it just so happened that you both liked jazz that was a first bonding point.

The moment you became an overlord and turned up on one of the meetings Alastor was delighted by you. You were younger than most of them around the age of the Vees however you are very respectful towards the elder overlords. And even though you were one of the strongest ones you were not egoistic at all. If anything Alastor would call you quite humble. You had a happy air around you similar to Charlie, but he could see the smartness and cunningness underneath. For anyone else you just seemed like any happy go lucky idiot in hell but Alastor knew better. He knew that you could not have become an overlord without brains, all though the Vees achieved it. It only took him one conversation with you to know that sly brain of yours which was probably one of the smartest in the room, despite your young age.

Before he left hell it has become a habit that you two sat down for a coffee after meetings and you could talk for hours, one of your favorite activities was playing chess together.

To put it short. Alastor absolutely adored you, and loved spending time with you. The only thing that made him feel even a little bit sad when he left was the thought of not seeing you for a long time.

"Alastor, how fare thee, this way"

Alastor was too caught up in his daydreams about you to notice the tall figure appearing before him.

"Greetings, Zestial" he looked at the overlord while they made their way to the meeting.

"Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day."

"Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!"

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to...holy arms."

"Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!" Laughed Alastor

"Quite intriguing, Some of us did miss thee more than others" smiled Zestial mysteriously.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Asked back Alastor his smile never wavering.

"Thee knoweth what I mean a certain youngster did miss thy presence gravely"

"(Y/N)?"

"Indeed"

To this Alastor's smile lessened just the littlest bit, barely seeable to naked eye truly. He was not pleased that he caused you sadness. All though deep down in his cold dead heart a spark of warmth emerged to the thought that you missed him.

"Well than shall we proceed" said Zestial at last.

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When Alastor and Zestial arrived at the meeting he was disappointed to notice that you were no where to be seen. Nonetheless he took his seat, hoping that you will turn up since you do have a habit of losing track of time.

So the meeting began, Alastor sat next to Rosie a charming Women overlord of the cannibal town also a good friend of yours and Alastor.

"Ahhh Alastor such a pleasure to see you again, someone has become quite broody without you here." The powerful women finished her sentence with a cheeky grin.

"Yes it has been brought to my attention as well however I do not see the culprit here anywhere."

"Ohh you know the clumsy, he is always late."

About 10 minutes after the meeting began Velvette bursted through the door throwing the head of an exorcist of the table, and you walked in calmly behind her.

"Must you make such an entrance, and oh look at that now you got blood all over the table you could do it less flashy you know" you said looking at the media demon.

"I'm sorry for being late Velvette here was holding me up" you said rolling your eyes while she stuck her middle finger in your face.

"Anyways what are we-" you stopped talking when you saw Alastor. Your face broke out in a grin which you quickly tried to cover up with a cough and took your place besides Rosie.

"It's quite all right (Y/N) we know how...annoying the Vees can be" said Carmilla smiling at you slightly. You had a friendly relationship with most every overlord, even the Vees all though that was more professional.

After that you had trouble focusing, all you could think about was what you would say to Alastor after the meeting.

When Velvette jumped unto the table and started very disrespectfully yelling at Zestial and Carmilla you wanted to step in but Rosie put her hand on yours shaking her head slightly.

Alastor chuckled, a real hearty quet chuckle not a mocking one. He has always adored the way you like to stand up for people. He often wondered how you ended up in hell. Now he knows of course, your coffee 'dates' have turned quite deep sometimes, thus you are pretty much the only person who knows him. Not his grin he always wears, not his charmingly sick personality, him.

After the rather quick meeting you waited for Alastor outside of the meeting room. You were quite nervous you have not seen him in 7 years.

When Alastor saw you waiting outside he walked over. You waited till the other overlords have left the scene and the moment you could not see any of them anymore you jumped into Alastors arms.

Now, Alastor did not like physical touch. But this was already a routine for you too. Since you are a very touchy person and he does not like it at all you started off slow. Putting your hand on his shoulder as greeting and goodbye. Than patting his back and this way you guys slowly went up to a point where he was comfortable with hugging you. And now he loves it. But only if its you.

"(Y/N)...I've heard you missed me."he stated while smiling, not grinning, smiling at you.

"Weelll, I mean its no secret that you are my favorite there" you smiled shyly

"Only there?" He asked smiling egoistically exactly knowing your answer.

"All right, all right mr.bigshot however that doesn't explain why you were gone for 7 years without telling me where you were?"

You might be happy to see him now but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you when he left without telling you.

His smile faltered a bit

He took your hand and next thing you know is you guys ended up in his room in the Hazbin Hotel.

Now he could let the smile go. All though a soft one remained on his lips.

"Everything in its time my dear"

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SALUTATIONS, GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR

YES I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE WITH STYLE-

Ok I'll stop

You see...I WATCHED HAZBIN HOTEL AND ITS AN OBSESSION THE SONGS, THE ART, THE CHARACTERS AAAAAHHHGSHHSGJSGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD

I already have at least 5 more fics in my notes just waiting to be published but I might wait with those cuz I really have to proof read them cuz when I type fast (like when I have too many ideas in my head cuz I have a new hyperfixation) I make the stupidest ass mistakes😭

SOOOO ANYWAAAHYYSSSS

Thank you so much for reading ladies, gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[saltymongoose]

ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.

might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33

Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.

(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)

Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:

The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.

The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.

(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)

He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.

If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.

(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)

- [DEIMOS] -

A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.

Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.

He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)

He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?

Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.

(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)

While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)

Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).

(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)

Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.

He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.

In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.

(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)

You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?

In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?

[bellaxgiornata]

Ask the boys! What are Mikey and/or Matt's favourite comforting ways to decompress (with reader)?

Ohhhh, thank you for this one!! I had to sit them down for this little dialogue! As always, I'll throw everything under the cut because this'll be longer. But please enjoy this gif depicting Matt's enthusiasm levels today at me being distracted from a particular fic update he wants.

Bella, dramatically shouting: So who's ready to play ASK THE BOYS?!

Mikey, cringing a little on the couch: D'ya really need to say it like that, pet?

Matt, raising a brow: Yeah, we're not exactly on an episode of Family Feud. This isn't a game show.

Bella: No, but could you imagine if you were? Maybe Fog could be the fourth player. And you know what? I'd actually pay good money to see that because it'd be hilarious. But now that you say that, I think I want to play Ask the Boys like it is a game show every time someone asks for it. So thank's for that, Matty!

[Matt dramatically sighs loudly on the couch beside Mikey]

Frank, shouting from the kitchen as he makes coffee: Can you just let the lady have some fun? Play along, dammit. Don't you know better than to argue with a pregnant woman, anyway?

Mikey, settling into the couch: He has a point. Best not to argue.

Matt, reluctantly: Fine. What's the question?

Bella: Okay, since you're being a sourpuss I'm asking Mikey first. What's your favorite comforting way to decompress with Reader/a significant other?

Mikey, scratching his beard in thought: Suppose I'd say...somethin' calming. Like takin' a walk, just holdin' hands and enjoyin' each others' company. Or maybe cuddlin' up in bed or on the sofa with a book and just readin' together, not even sayin' a word. I deal with enough excitement with my family, don't exactly need anymore outside o' that, y'know? I'd rather just...slow things down for a bit together. Be able to hold them and just be with them.

Bella: Ohh, I like that. You definitely do need less stress and a slower paced environment with some of the stuff your family puts you through constantly. Or like...an entire change of scenery that isn't Dublin.

Mikey, humming in agreement: Ya can say that again.

Bella, focusing on Matt: Now Matt, same question.

Matt, growing a sheepish smile: I'd have to say...in my bed with both of us not wearing clothing--[quickly holding up a hand to quiet everyone before they interject] solely because it's far too irritating if I'm trying to decompress and relax with too much outside stimulation, not for any other reasons. I'd rather just feel them over anything else. Because I'd prefer to focus in on their heartbeat and their breathing, listening to the sound of their voice as they talked. Sometimes outside stimulation just gets to be too much with my senses, and that's where I'd feel the most comfortable with a partner while trying to decompress. Somewhere without some of that extra stimulation. And uh...I wouldn't mind being the one who was being cuddled instead of doing the cuddling, I guess, too...

Bella, nodding: Makes sense. I think we're all well aware of how touch starved you tend to be--especially for a touch that isn't someone punching you in the face for once. Obviously for you to decompress with a partner, you'd want them doing the comforting. Though I highly doubt you'd ever just, you know, ask for what you wanted, so you'd need a partner that already could intuit that. But you know, there's nothing wrong with asking for what you need, Matt.

Matt, abruptly rising from the couch: Okay, I wasn't expecting this to turn into a therapy session. Are we done now?

Bella, rolling her eyes: If it was a therapy session with all of you, we'd be here for months. But yes, that does answer the question for this round of Ask the Boys!

Matt, grinning: Great, now maybe you can get back to that thing you're almost finished writing for me. You know the one.

Bella, sighing: Fine, fine. I'll let you three get back to pre-baby panicking in here for now while I finish it.

(Bella's Follower Celebration Post for those who want to join in the fun!)

[l0sercat]

Minors do not interact please!!

I decided to make the one thought into a one-shot since @fairymunson asked so nicely :)) Also the one fic is still in progress and ill try to get it out as soon as possible!!!

CW: slight degradation, insecurity, choking, oral (both m & f)

Buggy x fem!reader

Your legs clenched together and your grew uncomfortably hot in between your thighs. You were bored sitting in Buggy's room waiting for him. You were just daydreaming but those dreams turned naughty real quick.

You were thinking about riding Buggy's face and how'd amazing his nose is. You've always loved big noses because they were so much better to ride. His nose could definitely stimulate your clit while his tongue fucked you. Just thinking about it made you blush and become wetter.

But Buggy hasn't gone down on you yet. He has expressed he wants to so so badly but when he tries to he backs away. He comes up with excuses and a apology. You can tell he's insecure about going down because of his nose. The way he always kills people who talk about his nose. So you knew after the second times he didn't go through that his nose was why he didn't. You never forced him to go down once you figured it out but he still tried.

Your heart felt heavy, your love was super insecure over something so small. You decided you were going to help him with his problem.

"Ah! F-fuck Buggy! YeaH just like that hah..." You moaned out and bucked your hips on his face. You were on top of his face riding it like you always fantasized about. All your did was praise him and complement his nose. And when he asked if you were being serious and genuine you said yes without hesitation. Which caused him to lift you up and take you to his room and then let you ride his face.

"You like that you slut?" He laughed and his tongue teased your entrance. You whined I'm desperation "Please Buggy don't tease me I'll be good I swear-" you moved your hips so you could at least get some friction on your clit. You moaned lightly and Buggy's breath hitched. You knew he was putting up a dominant facade. You knew the moment you said something he was putty but you let him keep his act up. He was still nervous but with your praise he feels better.

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place. "Such a desperate whore for me huh?" He laughed and his tongue entered you. You gasped and tossed your head back. Your hands gripped the back board and you moaned. Your back arched as his pace was rough and fast.

You felt like you were seeing stars and you were close to cumming. Honestly for someone who hasn't given oral before he was doing a fucking fantastic job. You moaned out his name like a chant. "Ohh Buggy yeah mm right there ah your fucking perfect! The way your nose is fucking stimulating me and the way your fucking me! AhH please Buggy let me cum!" You ranted on in between moans and gasps.

Buggy's pace didn't stop and infact in increased. His grip got tighter and one hand traveled to your neck and lightly choked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and with one last thrust of his tongue you came. You practically screamed letting the whole crew know how amazing Buggy is. Buggy just lapped up your juices like a thirsty dog.

"Buggy I love you so much fuck that perfect.." you stuttered and with shaky legs for off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips. His face was painted your cum. "You really mean it right my nose is perfect? It doesn't disgust you or get in he way?" He asked with big wide eyes "I meant every word" you kissed his nose and you tried catch your breath. Buggy grinned and got on top of you "Were not finished yet sweetheart you still gotta get me off" You grinned and looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Make me" you said, you normally would never defy him but you were feeling bold. His cock twitched and he hoped you didn't notice but you did. He gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open "Take it like a good girl okay?" He said and freed his cock letting the tip rest on your lips before fully sliding in.

You gagged as his length hit the back of your throat. He groaned as your tongue traced the bottom of his dick. You sat there letting him fuck your mouth. His other hand found found itself inside your hair. He gripped harshly and fucked you fast. Your jaw hurt but you didn't dare complain.

Your eyes teared up and you felt him twitch inside of you. His breaths became more ragged. "Mm taking me so well fuckkk" he moaned out softly. You looked up at him with big doe eyes and that had him gone. He gave one last thrust and shot his load down your throat. Your nose buried in his pubes as his whole length sat in your mouth. "That's it swallow every last drop like a good girl" you moaned on response and did as you were told.

When he let go you both laid down on the bed. You huddled next to each other and pressed your foreheads together. You both stared into each other's eyes not saying anything but, it felt like you were until you both fell asleep.

[swifty-fox]

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞ for Outlaw AU bc it’s cheesy but I can see Bucky being cheesy and also theft outlaw au etc etc it all comes together

ohh i got so many prompts for this au where. Sorry this one got a little saucy.

read here!

"So what went wrong?"

They're camping just outside of Abilene, Texas. Pulled off the road into the desert and spread atop several old blankets John had fished out from the depths of the back seat. John's head is pillowed on Gale's stomach, rising and falling with his breaths and Gale wonders if he can hear the sounds of their last meal being worked over. He wonders if it's gross, but John seems content enough, hair sticking to the back of his neck with sweat and shirt bunched awkwardly up around his neck like a scarf to cool off.

It'll be cold come nightfall, especially with winter racing them westwards, but for now the evening heat is still an oppressive blanket. Gale has his braid twisted in his free hand, trying to keep as much of the heavy weight away from his skin as possible.

"I got shot is what," John mumbles, ashing his cigarette just past Gale's hip.

The hand Gale had been scratching through John's curls drags down John's shoulder and torso to finger at the near-perfect round scar nestled just above his left hip, smaller in on the back entry, a little wider on the exit round the front. John grunts slightly, though there's no way the scar could still be painful and Gale worries his thumb over it in small circles.

"You told me to never do daytime hits."

"If you wanted a rule-follower you shouldn't have run off with an outlaw, doll."

There's a pile of candy by Gales hip, twizzlers and sour skittles and dumdums. He plucks one at random, unwrapping the tiny lollipop and humming as sour apple flavor blooms across his tongue, makes a face and passes it off to John instead. The second is cotton candy and he works it over his teeth just to hear the click.

"I woulda run off with or without you. Just woulda ended up dead in a ditch in one scenario."

John shifts uncomfortably, rolling so they were face-to-face. His brow is furrowed, lips pinched. He's a good man, well-raised and well-mannered despite it all. Tender in ways Gale thinks was carved out of himself long ago, "No, you would have figured it out."

Gale strokes a thumb under John's eye, brushes across his lips until they relax into something less sad. He presses a kiss to the exposed jut of Gale's hipbones, nuzzles the tease of curls there and nibbles at the waistband of Gale's briefs.

Fingers knotting in reprimand behind John's ear, Gale bites back a whimper, "I'm not having this conversation with you with my dick in your mouth."

"Is it a conversation?" John asks, the sound of Gale's zipper loud in the night.

"Bucky."

John sighs heavily, drops his head back on Gale's stomach with a put-out air. Gale tries to ignore the way his breath puffs over the suddenly tight fabric of his jeans.

"There was a kid," John finally says, "A little kid and his brother. And I froze. They don't need to see that shit, you know? That's why I do nights. No innocents."

"You were standing in front of kids and the clerk shot at you?"

"Yeah," John spits in only the way an older sibling could, "Piece of shit."

They're silent for a while, John returning to licking the sweat from Gale's hipbones. Probably, they'll have sex, Gale thinks. It's just a question of when one of them will muster the energy to retrieve the lube and roll of condoms from the center console.

John's straddling him, thighs over his hips and sucking red kisses along Gale's chest when he sits up straight and fixes Gale with a calculating look. Gale watches him stare, content to let the other man work through his thoughts.

"You wouldn't have," John finally says.

"Wouldn't have what?"

"Frozen," John laves his tongue across the peaked bud of Gale's nipple, tweaks the wet skin after, "Would you ever get this pierced?"

"Focus. Please."

"That's the whole thought, you wouldn't have frozen if you saw those kids."

"What're you saying?"

John sits back with a sigh and fixes him with another look. The muscles of his arm flex sweetly as he brushes the hair off his forehead, "You got a cooler head than I've ever had. You don't freeze."

Gale thinks of the home he grew up trapped in and shakes his head, "I freeze plenty."

"Hmm," John answers, pushing up off of Gale's prone body and stretching his arms toward the empty sky, "No."

"No, what? Can y'quit bein' cryptic for one minute?"

John grins at him, eyes crinkling to vanishing, and offers a hand to haul Gale up, "No."

"I'm going to get the condoms," Gale says, "Get a handle on your lunacy in the meantime."

It doesn't surprise him that John's arms wrap around his waist while he's rifling through the mess of the car. They needed to clean it out, badly, and he doesn't pause in his quiet muttering when John's broad hand drags across his stomach.

"You'd be a better thief than me, if you tried."

Gale snorts, "Name one thing I've stolen that hasn't been a plan hatched by you."

"You stole my heart," John murmurs against his neck.

"Oh for-" Gale finally locates a single elusive condom under the passenger seat, "Jesus, John."

Bucky hums, tugging Gale out of the belly of the Corolla and pressing him against the closed backseat door, "I mean it," He insists, bumping their noses together and grinning, "The least you could do is tell me what you're gonna do with it."

Gale tilts his head back to allow for the kisses trailed down his neck, sighs up at the stars and allows himself to smile close-mouthed and faint, "I'm going to eat it, if you're not careful."

"That's hot," John remarks, falling to his knees in the dust

[the-fiction-witch]

Married Woman

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flity AF + Mild Smut

Requested: So I was listening to the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift and I was thinking maybe you could make a story based on the song where y/n was forced to marry Sneed and they are engaged but she meets Jack and they have a secret affair but eventually they're caught.

I sat in my most prettiest dress, brushing my hair and making sure to give my body a good spritz of my sweet perfume, today was to be a red-letter day in my life as I was to meet the man who would take me as his bride. I had all been arranged by my parents and I didn't even know his name. But such is the way which things like this. I was lucky to even get an engagement as many would simply be put in a dress dragged to the church and married off without much of a word. At least we were to be engaged for a few months, Once I was done my mother came to collect me and we went and waited by the door I felt uncomfortable, I felt tight, frilly and itchy I wanted nothing more than to get back into my usual dress. 

Soon enough a carriage arrived, 

And Out climbed a tall but slimy man with facial hair and a slicked-back cut of black hair, my thought upon looking at him was,

Well. I could do worse. 

"Ahh perfect, perfect let's begin introductions." My mother said with a giddy smile, "Dr Rainsford Sneed, we proudly present our daughter Y/n Y/l/n." She smiled bringing me forward, "Y/n this is Dr Sneed you're engagement."

"Charmed," I said offering my hand, he took it and gave my hand a small kiss.

"I must say you are far more beautiful than I had been told."

"Yes, well... best be getting on," I said leading him into the parlour, my mother sat excitedly and my father drank with him, I felt like an extra to the conversation very rarely if ever contributing. 

"Well, we best leave the newly's to their discussions," My mother smiled taking my father away and leaving Rainsford and me to ourselves.

For a moment we didn't speak. 

"You're career?"

"Doctor Miss Y/n."

"General?"

"General and Surgery as I am required, I am shaping up to be head surgeon down the line." He said, "You work?"

"Yes, Tailor's clerk."

"Ohh, Well we can nip that in the bud."

"Excuse me?"

"No wife of mine shall work. I will keep you in the matter of good grace my dear you need not to work."

"I see." I nodded, I couldn't exactly argue with him and I'm sure many girls would adore being told they didn't have to work anymore, I just happened not to be one of them, "And My role will be?"

"Child rasing, and homemaking."

"I see, you expect children from me?"

"I do."

"Understood." I nodded, "You have interests outside the medical?"

"Nutmeg."

"In baking?"

"Business actually, the family fortune runs on the stuff, soon it shall be our livelihood."

"I thought you were going to be a head surgeon?"

"I am to have both, we shall build a fine life together." He said kissing my hand,

I didn't like it but, with a husband, who wanted children, and who would keep me stable and steady, I suppose it is best just not to argue.

"You find this agreeable Y/n?"

"I suppose I do, Rainsford." I nodded, 

I sat in the garden watching the ducks on the pond using all my might not to sigh from the utter boredom. I know many women would find the mere act of sitting and listening to a man talk exciting but I just find Sneed boring, and he much found me the same. But it's not like we have a choice. I can't deny he is... somewhat handsome but I had always hoped to have a husband more than just handsome. Someone interesting, entertaining, amusing and so far Rainsford had failed in these departments. 

For a moment I pondered that this would be my life, 

How frighteningly dull. 

"Everything Alright Y/n?"

"Fine Rainsford."

"You busy imagining?"

"Yes, I suppose so,"

"Oh? you picturing our marriage?"

"Indeed I am,"

"How sweet, you must be so excited." he smiled kissing my hand,

"...Yes, so excited." I lied.

I took myself a stroll parasol in hand to the Port Victory Royal Hospital, I wasn't thrilled about it but I had to keep up appearances, I suppose Rainsford and I would never get more affectionate or accustomed to one another without us at least putting the work in to try. I ushered myself up the steps and into the main entryway, I wasn't sure where to go and I didn't want to ask in case I would be interrupting his business so I merely waited hoping he would perhaps pass by. 

"Somethin' you wanted Miss?" A voice spoke up, 

I looked over towards the ward and saw a man. 

He stood leaning on the wall, in a pair of rather high brown trousers, a white shirt with dirty billowing sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a washed-out blue waistcoat and green tie, his hair fluffy, dirty pushed over to one side, his hands in his pockets giving me a look. 

I had to admit... I looked longer than an engaged girl should,

But I mean... Whoa... that is a gorgeous man. 

But I'm getting married not buried. 

I'm not married to Rainsford yet I can look, just nothing more than look.

all though I did have to roll my eyes a little, "Something that I wanted." I corrected, "No thank you, sir."

"You sure? People don't often linger in hospital."

"In the hospital." I corrected, "But no I'm waiting for someone."

"Ahh... You waiting for your husband?"

"He will be my husband."

For a moment his chocolate eyes looked me up and down with a flirtatious grin, 

"Yes?"

"No..." He smirked, "No, way in bloody hell..."

"Something bothering you sir?"

"You can't be..." he muttered, "You're not Miss Y/l/n are ya?"

"Am I. Yes, I am." 

He bit his lip a little looking at me, his eyes lingering far longer than they should on an engaged girl, 

"And you know me how exactly?"

"I've heard a lot about you," he smirked, "I thought he was bullshitting... But, no. You really are that gorgeous," 

"Ohh Miss Y/l/n What a nice surprise my dear." Rainsford smiled as he came down the stairs,

"Good Afternoon," I smiled, as he came and kissed my hand and fixed some hair behind my ear,

"What brings you here this afternoon then?"

"I just thought I would come and visit you," 

"Aren't you a sweet little thing," he smiled,

Suddenly a cough came from my side, and the two men exchanged and conversation in glares and eyebrow movements, as if holding a whole conversation I was not privy too. 

Rainsford sighed, rolled his eyes and held my hand turning me to this man, "Miss Y/n Y/l/n this is Dr Jack Dawkins, My colleague and our newest surgeon." He said, "Dr Dawkins, this is Miss Y/l/n, my fiance"

He smiled and took my hand from Rainsford's, giving my hand a polite kiss. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Y/l/n,"

"Likewise Dr Dawkins,"

"I'm sure the two of us will get to know each other over time." 

"I'm sure we will." I nodded,

I sighed sitting on my the little chair outside the theatre pondering walking home,

"Miss Y/l/n?" 

I perked up and saw Dr Dawkins on the stairwell, "Ohh Morning,"

"Morning, what are you doing here?"

"I came to visit Rainsford. But he's not here."

"No he's off... uhh... I actually don't know. I don't tend to ask. He was here he had surgery this morning."

"I know, I came to watch but he wouldn't let me in."

"Rules are no women in the theatre,"

"Why?"

"In case they faint from the blood I think,"

"Ridiculous."

"Oh?"

"Women see far more blood than men." 

He chuckled, "You're not wrong." 

"Still, rules are rules."

"Come on, You can sit with me till the gets back." He said coming down the stairs and offering his hand, I knew I shouldn't but I took it and let him lead me out to a small side door of the hospital where we each took a seat on the steps watching the clouds, "I'm suprised."

"About?"

"You too... if I may speak frankly, I think you're too good for him."

I blushed, "Thank you Dr Dawkins,"

"Jack. it's fine you're gonna be around a lot y/n."

"I suppose I will, I don't think I'm too good for him."

"You're bloody Gorgeous. good family. well refined."

"I'm also a defiant problem child of a girl."

"you're not defiant... you're independent there's a difference."

"Which is?"

"Defiant is fighting for the fight of it, because it pisses off mummy and daddy. You're independent you're smart enough to fight because you know you can," 

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome. I assume he's going to try and whip you into shape."

"He's trying to. Made me give up my job, told me to sell my trousers for more dresses."

"Dick." he said, "You happy about it?"

"God no, this thing is itchy and tight, and suprisly not supportive." I explained, "And how'd you feel if someone told you to give up the job you worked hard to even have just to sit around all day and someday raise their little crotch goblins." 

"Good point." he laughed, "Strange that's all he wants,"

"He wants a wife,"

"Yeah, wives can be more useful than a pair of open legs and some hands to do dishes."

"You can try telling him that,"

"I'd have you in the theatre."

"You would?"

"Yeah, mostly to show off."

"Show off?"

"Yeah, I could show off for you" he winked, "See how fast and skilled I am, show off my quick fingers, certainly would be an...adrenalin rush for you." He smirked, "and it would give me a bit of an ego boost having a pretty lady there watching me."

"Maybe that's why, he's too nervous he'll mess up in front of me."

"I mean... he messes up a lot."

"Does he?"

"He does."

"He never tells me."

"He has a survival rate of one in nine. worse than prof."

"Ohh my god..."

"Yeah, he's shit."

"what is Prof's?"

"One in six."

"What's yours?"

"Why?"

"Curious."

"One in five."

"That...is... better, but still not great."

"It would be better but I get the shit jobs. The stuff neither of them wants to do, a little bit hard to do good work when you only do two out of ten surgeries and most of them are either little things like amputations or huge things like a bloody exploded appendix,"

"That's fair then I guess... but if your rating is better than his why aren't you in the line to be heard surgeon rather than Rainsford?"

He chuckled, "Because Prof doesn't like me, and Sneed doesn't like me, and the governor doesn't like me, and most people... don't like me."

"I like you,"

He smiled at me, "You don't think I'm a cunt?"

"No, not yet anyway. don't know you that well..."

"True, Thanks Y/n."

"You're welcome Jack," 

 "I am surprised though, he bagged someone as pretty as you."

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice in it."

"No?"

"No, father arranged it."

"Ahh... now it makes sense." He nodded, "He didn't bag you, you were sold to him."

"Pretty much,"

"Humm I'd have known I'd have tried."

"You would?"

"If you were gonna be looking like this every day, and coming to visit me as much as you visit him I'd have dropped a bloody gold nugget on that table to you." 

"That's very sweet Jack,"

"Y/n and Rainsford,"

"it even sounds grim,"

"Y/n Sneed."

"Ohh god don't,"

"Mrs Sneed,"

"Uhhh" I sighed, "ghastly isn't it."

"You can always keep your name?"

"no, he won't allow it."

"Looks like you're stuck then. Mrs Y/n Sneed."

"Ughhh god it sounds terrible."

"It kinda does," He laughed, "Sorry."

"It's fine..."

"You know..."

"What?"

"If I had dropped a gold nugget for you, You'd be Mrs Dawkins." he smirked, "Mrs Y/n Dawkins."

"See why does that just sound a thousand times better,"

"it does doesn't it." 

I sat on my little bench waiting for Rainsford to finish his rounds so he could walk me home, we had a few things to discuss as our wedding was arranged and organized we'd be married in two days. I accepted my fate even if I had thought of jumping on a docked ship and just bolting off this rock,

"Ahh... The blushing bride-to-be." 

I looked and saw Jack coming from the Ward, 

We had seen each other a lot, given how much I was here, and we had... formed somewhat of a friendship, even if the flirtatiousness never really went away, but I knew I couldn't talk to him. Rainsford had demanded me not to, once he heard Jack and I had been speaking he got... Jealous. and demanded I not speak to him anymore. But still, I didn't want to be rude.

"Afternoon,"

"You excited for your wedding?"

"Ohh yes... ecstatic." 

"You alright? other than the wedding nerves?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to you..."

"Right, this some sort of pre-wedding thing I don't know about? You not allowed to talk to men?"

"No, Rainsford just doesn't want me talking to you," 

"Dick," he sighed, "Well I won't bother you, I'm sure I'll see you around."

"Thank you, I'm sure I'll see you around too." I nodded, 

He took my hand giving it a soft kiss, "Have a lovely wedding."

"I will try too."

He smiled and kissed my cheek, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to you know."

I blushed hard, "I know... not really sure I have much of a choice."

"Well... I'm here if you need me."

"Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and headed off elsewhere, Soon enough Rainsford arrived so he walked me home,

"Everything alright? You seem nervous?"

"Yes, just uhh just the wedding is all."

"of course, I must say I am very excited too." He smiled, "in just a few days we will be husband and wife."

"Indeed we will..."

"I look forward to it," he smiled giving my head a kiss, 

"...I... do... too," I said nervously trying to hide my lies, 

He bid me goodnight and I headed inside, I locked my room and just tried desperately to get my head on straight but it wasn't working well.

I sat at my vanity looking in the mirror at myself, my body clean, my hair prepped, all for tomorrow morning, my wedding dress hung by the wardrobe but I just adjusted my mirror so I didn't have to look at it. I felt so conflicted about it all,

I like Jack, 

I know I do.

And frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he liked me too...

But it could merely be playful flirting,

And Rainsford... he cares for me I suppose,

he is boring, but... Jack.

He is handsome, but ... Jack.

He is sweet, but... Jack.

I'm getting married in the morning! I should be thinking only of my betrothed, of our life together, of my wedding ceremony but... all I could think of was Jack.

Was a life with him, a day with him, a Night with him! 

But who knows how long it would last?

And I'd leave a trail of disappointment behind me. 

I heard a knock at my window and I was confused so I got up and went opening it to see... him. 

"Jack?" I whispered,

"Hey,"

"Hey, what- what are you doing here?" 

"I just thought I'd pop by, can I come in?"

"Well... yes but I don't know why you're here..." I said letting him in and shutting my window, 

"Just thought I'd pop in on the bride and see how she's feeling."

"I feel fine." I lied,

"You really think you can do that?" he chuckled, "It's me. How are you feeling?"

"Conflicted. Afraid. Nervous. Like I wanna just jump on a ship, change my name and never come back." 

"Yeah, I thought as much,"

"You did?"

"The closer this wedding's got the worse you've been." he said, "Y/n, it's obvious you don't wanna go through with this."

"What choice have I got?" I asked, "My family have arranged it, and Rainsford cares about me, I... I could have a lovely life with him."

"Better than what you'd have with me?"

"How'd you know I-"

"Becuase I'm not blind. I'm not as dense as sneed." he smirked, "We both like each other, we know we do. So? What are we gonna do about it?"

"There's nothing to do about it, but... force these feelings away."

"No? I work with your husband, you'll see me every time you come to the hospital. We live in a tiny port town we are gonna see each other, We're not just going to be able to force away our feelings forever."

"I know..."

"So? What are we gonna do about it?" 

"I don't know! okay! you happy! I have no clue what I'm going to do about this! about you! I am... getting married tomorrow! I am getting married in the morning! to some foolish little boy, my father picked out, that I never even got a say in, and now my life is a bride, a housewife, a mother, I'm gonna have to have kids, and give up my whole life for this god damn man. and I have a wedding tomorrow a big pompous overblown wedding with a dress I want to set on fire, and I am standing here genuinely contemplating whether or not I wanna jump on a ship to Africa! I am stuck! up a creek with no paddle, no bloody boat even! I have no idea what I can do to fix this... Becuase sneed will be my husband tomorrow morning, my dull, boring, husband and now you're here and I don't know how to even process that you have any sort of feeling for me let alone what I'm going to do with mine, and how we can go on seeing one another every day knowing we feel this way about each other. I mean just Look at that damn face! I'm meant to marry another man and get your dumb stupid face is all I can think bout!" 

for a moment he was speechless, "Uhh... Okay." he laughed a little, "You really needed to get that out didn't you?"

"I did." I nodded resting my hands on my hips as a took a breath, I felt so much lighter having finally said all the things I wanted to say. 

"I feel that way too,"

"What?"

"I can't get your bloody face, your body, your mind out of my head."

"Neither can I... I am a Married woman! or I will be! you... you infuriating bastard!" 

"I know, You're engaged, you're getting married. To my colleague. Who I fucking hate with a passion. and I can't just let you go, you utterly infuriating girl. Damn you."

"Damn you right back."

"I can't let you do this..."

"What?"

"I can't let you do this, without knowing how I care for you."

"I know how you care for me Jack, I care for you ten times more but... we both know there is nothing were can do."

"That's why I'm here tonight." he said taking my hands, "Come away with me tonight."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Come away with me tonight, were can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, just... come with me. Far away from your family, far from Sneed, and... be mine." 

"Ohh Jack... I- I want to, more than anything,"

"Then come with me." He said stroking my cheek,

"I can't, we both know we can't." I said, "... In another life, I'd have loved you beyond measure. Been the most perfect wife you could have dreamt of. I'd have lived the happiest life ever known."

"I don't want another life." He said, "I want this one, with you." 

"But it cannot be, Jack you cannot ask me to disappoint so many people, as much as I want to go with you. I must stay." I said pressing my forehead to his, 

"...So that's it then. We can't be together, and I'm just supposed to stand around the hospital with you, watch you with him, without telling you I love you, I'm supposed to spend my life trying to replace you."

"I don't know what else we can do... I know he will never fill the hole that is in my heart, for it is shaped too perfectly for you."

"There is something we can do." He said his nose stroked the bridge of my own,

"What?" 

"You know of this... discretions?"

"discretions?"

"Before and after your engagement he has been with other women."

"I know, such is normal for men. To visit a girl from the pub or I suppose nurses in you boys cases."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"It does, but I know it is normal."

He smiled, "if Sneed can bring a nurse into his bed? I see no reason you cannot bring me." 

"You and I both know that's not how it works, men can bring others into their beds, but women cannot. That is society's rules."

"When have you ever followed society's rules." 

"We cannot have an affair Jack, the scandal if ever someone found out."

"Then just tonight."

"What?"

"Just tonight, pleased y/n. Let me have tonight, and I promise I will force my feelings away. But just for tonight, let me have you."

"I... I want to, But- Jack it is my wedding in the morning." 

"Consider it a wedding present." 

"If Sneed found out"

"He won't,"

"If my family,"

"I will never tell another soul."

"What if Sneed discovers it tomorrow night..."

"I won't leave any marks. I promise."

"No... I mean, will be not notice I have already been, deflowered?"

"Trust me, any man gets a look at that body he's not gonna be paying attention to much else." He smirked, "So? Do you want me?"

"Yes." I gasped pulling his hair to bring him into a kiss, he happily kissed me back his hands snaked around my waist,

I sat up carefully wrapping the sheets around me as I looked across my room, my body hot and a little blushy where I had felt things never felt before, my eyes caught my dress and I felt this sudden deep guilt. 

"What have I done..."

"Ummm what haven't you done?" Jack smirked sitting up to give me little kisses which immediately distracted me, 

"We can't ever do this again," I said my fingers knotting in his hair, 

"Do you want to do it again?" he smirked kissing my neck, 

"Umm don't tempt me, Jack," I growled, "You know I do."

"Then why can't we? we just have to keep it a secret."

"I- I can't Jack." I said, "As much as Rainsfords a dick... I can't do that to him. It's not fair he trusts me, as his wife. Sometimes growing up is knowing when to give up what you want."

"You shouldn't have to give up what you want to make others happy." He said stopping the kisses, "Don't you think you deserve to be happy?" 

"I wish the world worked like that. I truly do Jack. I wish this could be our life."

"So do I."

"But it can't. Tonight was..."

"Was?"

"Wonderful." I smiled, "But we can't allow it to happen again. Tonight was merely to allow our feelings an escape. Now we must go on as if they don't exist."

".... Okay, if that's what you want." he nodded, "But... I will remember this night always, no other woman will ever fill your place in my heart, and I will do my best to hide my emotions but know they will never truly leave me."

"Nor my own for you, I wish this night could last forever. I wish so much I was marrying you, but know I will always love you, and this night can never be altered, what I have given you tonight can never be taken by another man."

"I will treasure it, and this memory of you always." He smiled giving my lips a sweet kiss, 

"But it was just once, it can never happen again."

"No, never again." he nodded, "I love you, so much. Have a nice wedding." he said before he got up and got dressed, "If ever you need me, if ever he is cruel to you,  unkind to you, or even if you need an escape. know you are never fully trapped, you always have somewhere to go, no matter what if you need me I will take care of you." he said taking my face in his hands and giving me one last kiss,

"Thank you, Jack," I smiled 

He nodded and stroked my cheek before he took his things and left in the dawn light. 

I held Rainsford's hand as we left the church surrounded by family, and glee. I did feel happy rushed up in the pageantry of the day but as we left I spotted Jack across the street, leaning on a lamp post, He smiled as he saw me in my dress, playfully rubbing his neck where I just last night left a hickey, we briefly exchanged a smile before I headed home.

I sat in my bed, against the headboard, my covers close.

Well... That certainly was anti-climatic.

I'm sure most women would just be thrilled about their wedding night and I was yes, I'm sure most women would be happy with such performance. 

But I had experienced such a performance the night before and well... this did not compare. 

 Not even slightly, 

Oh dear god, what have I done? 

This may be the biggest regret of my life... 

I have up a gorgeous, handsome man who loves me beyond measure, for this!

"Ohh my- You were extraordinary sweetheart." 

"...Thanks, yeah you uhhh you were too." I lied, 

I sat in bed unable to sleep, I had been a married woman a month and the honeymoon phase really was over, I sat there listening to Rainsford snore for a while. 

Finally, I pushed myself out of bed slipped on my cloak and snuck out of the house, Luckily we didn't live far from where I was going, I found my way inside and up to the little room. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stay away honestly I'm surprised I lasted this long. 

I knocked and a voice came from within,

"It's open!"

So I went inside shutting the locking the door behind me, and saw Jack sat in bed.

"Y/n? What- what are you doing here?" 

"I uhh I don't know."

"I think we both know why you're here..."

"I think so too, Do- do you still love me?"

"More than anything, Do you-"

"I do. But... we can't I- I'm a happily married woman."

"Happily?"

"I'm a married woman." I corrected, "I... I uhhh... I know we said, it was just once. just one night."

"yeah?"

"I change my mind," I said removing my cloak to stand there in my nightie, 

"Right..." He gulped, "You really wanna do this?"

"I do..."

"Come here then sweetheart."

Immediately I bolted over and jumped into his bed with him, 

"What took you so long?"

"Ohh trust me I tried. But I can't stay away from you" I smiled pulling him into a kiss, 

I giggled as I stood in the hospital cupboard, I was snuggly in Jack's arms, my hands in his hair as we kissed, we made sure to keep quiet and hidden, given Rainsford was in the hospital today. But we had managed to keep our affair a secret so far, which was quite an achievement when we had seen each other almost every day for the last year and a half. And still no suspicions. I was honestly surprised no one noticed, I mean... we aren't that secretive. 

"Umm why do you have to look at me like that sweetheart? you know what it does to me," he growled between kisses, 

"Well, you kept me waiting all day,"

"I kept you waiting so you wouldn't get in trouble with your husband."

"Like he notices."

"Hummm come on, you know you want to" He smirked resting his hand on my thigh where my dress was already tugged up from our kisses, 

"You really love making me cum don't you?"

"Of course I do, you scream so loud." he smirked, "And come on, you know how fun it is for me to lord over him with the fact I'm the only one who can make his wife cum." 

"And you so do love to lord over him."

"Of course, how can I not lord over him how dirty his wife is for me, how badly she needs me, how much she begs for me, how she sneaks out her marriage bed to be with me, you know I love lording over him how much we love one another."

"True." I giggled pulling him back to a kiss,

"y/n!" 

Immediately we separated but it was too late, the door was open and Rainsford had seen us. 

"Y/n! were you... kissing dr Dawkins!"

I didn't feel like lying to him, he'd find out sooner or later, "Yes." 

"You- You cheap whore!"

"Don't you dare call her that!" Jack jumped into my defence as we both left the cupboard all three of us arguing in the middle of the hospital for a while before he finally snapped, 

"I want a divorce!" He yelled

"You've got it!" I told him

And he marched off angrily, 

"Well... that's over. I'm already divorced. Joy."

"It's not all bad, you don't have to put up with him anymore."

"true."

"And if you're divorced... you are free to, remarry?" 

"Jack? are you asking what I think you are?"

"I am, You wanna marry me?"

"I'd love too Jack!" 

[proverbsss]

treating you right (father paul hill/john pruitt x reader) -nsfw

(pt. 3 of "reading you right" series linked here)

Father Paul Hill, Midnight Mass

reader(s): thank you so much for your compliments and encouragement, I'm so grateful we can share our carnal need for this man together : ) // this is a WIP without an ending, as I've lost a little muse. Hopefully someday I will update!

notifs: paul hill is a tease again!! ; you got ate out too good and it shut your brain off; hierophilia + Father ment. ; one 'Daddy' mention

"Father, I need--"

"I know. I know, it's okay," he's off the end of the bed in a swift movement, kicking off his boots. "Take off your shirt too." he instructs.

He's barely able to slow down and striptease you, peeling off his shirt and revealing his belly, his chest, his shoulders--all of which he's well aware you love. His major preoccupation, like thirst, like hunger, is the throbbing incomparable feeling of his cock hard in his jeans and getting as naked and free of these inhibitors as possible.

He's almost talking to himself, that soft, sweet, guiding tone, "You thought you could get me to switch harder than that and you ended up needing me inside you, it's okay."

You keen, incapable of refuting him. He swiftly climbs back over you, making the well-used bed creak underneath you both, his expression tensely focused. Just the look on his face, faintly sticky with your cum, his lips certainly still drippy with it, feels like it gets you close to another orgasm. You're caged between his arms and legs and he's the world. And your cunt /aches/ for him.

"Uh, fuck, please, need you now, please-"

His underwear are still in the way of what you both need. You could see before, and now you feel brushing your leg, your thigh, just how wet with pre-cum the front of them is. Paul's cock isn't too big for you, it is a little thicker than you're used to, and it is certainly a thing of beauty. You yearn to touch, taste, feel him and he insists on cradling you like this.

"A little patience is a virtue," he murmurs, his face once again hovering above yours.

"You stretching me the fuck out is a virtue. Bless me, Father."

He growls, an amused, primal sound. "What did I tell you about talking like a dirty movie?"

"I don't /feel/ like a dirty movie, please," you take his hand in yours and direct him to cup one of your tits. That lovely amber-rich color of his eyes envelops you as yours meet them.

"That you don't." he concedes, looking down, a drop of pity tugging at the edges of his mouth. That mouth that sent you reeling in pleasure moments before, your heartbeat still hasn't calmed down. "I think these need a little attention--" he shifts a bit down your body, delighted at the way your gaze follows him, and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out and your hips buck. Haha, Paul thinks, now /you're/ the one humping at nothing.

"What?" he laughs, nipping at your tit and relishing your reaction. "You get to drag it out for me but I can't do it to you? Talk about double standards." His hands find your hips and clarify a little who's in charge. "No, these tits are what I want to play with, so I'm going to." The tips of some of his teeth graze the underside of your nipple as he sucks gently at the sensitive flesh. You cry out again. "Mhm?" his eyes flick up to your blissed out face. "You need me to make you feel real? Is that it? Every time I push inside you, you get to let go of everything, is that what you need?”

“Yes Father.”

“Good girl.”

Paul can’t be deterred from lavishing a little more attention on your tits before he moves ahead though. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, Paul smirks to himself as his tongue and teeth explore you. What you don’t know can’t do anything but make you whimper and put your hands in his hair; his sacramental bloodthirst is still a secret Paul keeps from you, but he can expose his fangs just a little and nip at the sensitive bud of your nipple with that much more pressure.

“Ohh-” You utter a whine that sounds something like a question, pleasure peaking at the feel of his teeth. No partner you’ve been with before has ever made you question whether you could cum from just your tits being touched—with Paul you have to wonder. Why is a priest so good with his mouth? One of life’s mysteries. You cover your own as he tweaks the one bitten nipple between his index finger and thumb, and teethes at the other.

“No—” Paul surprises you, taking his lips off your breast and scolding you, “No, I let you get away with it before. Hand off mouth. I’d like to hear how well I’m doing,” then when you hesitate, his voice gets a little brusquer. His eyes almost seem to—glow? “Off mouth.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and try and get some part, any part of him, against your needy cunt. Paul laughs and lets you chase the substitute for real authentic friction. The laugh reverbs on your tit, against your tummy.

“Please…” your voice is unsteady as you beg. “Please more please more please—”

“More? I wonder what you mean…More of my mouth?” You whine. Somewhere between now and that instant several moments ago when you looked down and saw Paul Hill, tongue out and face wet with your juices, shaking his head and humming obscenely into your clit—whatever was left of your conscious cognitive abilities left your body on his lips.

“Please-” you don’t know if increasing the severity of the plea will get across the message you need it to, but desperation is one of few resources left to you, you might as well try it.

“Ah…Not my mouth. I’m almost hurt. You’ll have to help me get over the wound to my pride, you think you can do that, puppy?”

You make a verbal noise that’s a gasp of consonants, nothing like spoken English.

“Yes? You want to be Father’s bitch? I could see that on you. Collar for me, collar for you.” He’s grinning, intensely pleased with himself, grinding against you now as rhythmically as you are him. “Good girl. Ask me to take myself out now.”

Another keening noise from you. Hopefully Crockett Island both assumes their pastor just has a very uncomfortable stomach cramp, and also forgets how low the cadence of his voice is.

“Dnnn, fck—F’ther—please—” He cocks an eyebrow at you, like he might if you made an off-color joke after Mass, or spilled something on yourself. It’s pure patronizing and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the look of it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak mutt. Try again.” Then for good measure he whispers, hot breath against your belly, “I believe in you.”

“Daddy—Father—please—fuck my pussy…I wanna be good puppy for you.”

His eyes flash, that illusion of gold again, at the sound of another unexpected honorific off your lips. Definitely something to explore later. He can’t resist the warmth of your skin, which is dire. Because if he lets himself go too far with that he’ll draw blood and Satan take the hindmost. He nips lightly at your tummy, just under one of your tits. Breathe, John. Hm. His name. Another secret she doesn’t know. Will there be time to tell her? Will there be a sign to give her the same gift that’s been given him?

He’s awakened from his stupor by you clapping your hands on his shoulder blades, his arms, anything you can reach to tell him without words that you can’t be empty much longer.

“Please take your cock out, Father, please I need you to fuck me.”

He takes a beat just holding your gaze, one of the most erotic moments suspended in time as you've lived it. You see the sheer thirst in him by that look. You see yourself as a meal, a toy, something to be played roughly with and ruined.

The effect is just as devastating on him. Your eyes are lyrical. You actually, truly beg with your eyes.

Finally his hands are fumbling in your periphery to shimmy his underwear at least off his length for his dick to start toward somewhere it can do you both good.

____________ to be continued _______________________________

[fizzywashere87]

rise! leo x fem! reader

notes: i'll give you guys something to snack on while i look for my lost motivation! also this is a songifc i think? idk my older brother was slow dancing to this on his wedding and i loved it :) <3

Warnings: Fem reader, wedding day, mention of God and praying (in the song), also Bieber.

Characters are aged up by the way :)

M.List | 2 Much- Justin Bieber

2 Much

This day has been surreal.

You've been awaiting it for as long as you've laid eyes on him.

Now you're on the dance floor, cleared for just you and your newly wedded husband, in your wedding dress, looking into each others eyes as if nobody else is in the hall, nobody else.

Just you and him.

The music in the background is starting, the fog machine starting to fill the floor with fog around your feet, one of his hands go on your waist, the other holding your hand. Your hand is on his shoulder, the other hand holding his.

Maybe I stare too much Maybe not long enough Funny how I forget to blink

He sways with you around the dance floor, knowing some of your friends would be recording though you don't give it a second thought.

All you could think about was the fact you both made it here, and you're ready to spend eternity together, forever awaits.

When you let down your hair, dancin' like no one's there I know I'm where I'm supposed to be

You both lip sync to the lyrics, knowing the words by heart. Each step the two of you take, was as if it was planned, both in sync, you move as one.

He twirls you around once, before you come back to his hands and you continue swaying. This is going to be your Roman Empire.

Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest Music every time I hear your name, ohh

Leo puts a quick kiss to your lips, and twirls a curl from your hair between his fingers. You move closer to him, as close as possible. In his eyes, you can see your reflection, in yours, he can see his.

Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest

Your eyes move to his bowtie, the white rose on his suit, back to his eyes. Leo twirls you around once more, even dipping you making you giggle softly. You didn't know he could dance like this, but you figure it just comes with his "Leo" charm you fell in love with years ago.

Even as teens you would run around, giggling with each other like friends, bicker like an old married couple at times, cuddle as crushes, go out on dates like partners, and kiss as lovers.

But now,

Now,

You're dancing as husband and wife.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You touch your nose to his snout, as you both smile. Seems he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you again- or maybe he didn't try to suppress it- either way, Leo kisses you again and pulled away with the same smile.

The moment feels like eternity, you always teased him for loving Justin Bieber, even as you would listen to his songs with him. The only thought that filled your head right now was, 'These lyrics hit hard as fuck.'

When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch Two seconds without you's like two months

Leo leans down and kisses your forehead as he sways with you, he's here with you. You're locked in, he's not leaving you now. You and Leo, forever awaiting. You feel his hand on you waist softly rub against your dress as he smiles at you.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You grin at him, singing softly with him as the music plays over you. You nuzzle at his face as he kisses you again.

Normally, you would've mocked him for being so affectionate, saying he's such a sap. However, right now, you're dreams are coming true and you're taking what you can. Everything that was ever taken from you seems to be made up for just in this moment.

'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much

Going over all the memories you've had with Leo up until now. From when you first met him and instantly clicked, becoming friends. What Leo never told you was that from the second he seen you, he knew you were going to be in his life forever.

As you two went from friends, to crushes, to lovers, you realize this is what you were made for. You and him, always and forever.

Love the way you love your mom Take on all your friends problems Still somehow stop the world for us, ohh

You fell in love with the way he would put everyone before himself. The way he would do it in ways people would call him selfish for only looking out for himself. How much smarter he was than he let on. The way you could read him based on his response to certain situations.

You didn't like the way he would put everything on himself, but you found it endearing when he would try. But most of all, Leo would always stop everything, put everything aside for you.

I still relieve that second I made my biggest blessing Prayed for you, look what God has turned

When Leo first kissed you, it felt like your entire face was on fire, you couldn't quite get ahold of the butterflies in your stomach, and your knees buckled under you, making him go to catch you. You were so embarrassed then but when he smiled at you after, you felt the embarrassment was nothing.

Wishing on 11:11 might have worked after all you think.

Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest Music every time I hear your name, oh

Leo brings you back to your sense when he twirls you again, and you reciprocate by pulling him around until he brings you back to his arms. You think about how he showers you with kisses every morning you when you had slept over that night, how you get butterflies when somebody mentions his name, and how he's looking at you right now.

Leo loves you as much- possibly more than you love him.

Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest

This time, it's you who kisses him, as you reach up and place a kiss on his lips, and he keeps you there a tad-bit longer. This kiss was longer than the ones he's given you throughout your dance. You don't want this moment to end.

After Leo pulls away, he smiles at you and you grin at him. Both of you lip syncing to the song you'll claim you hate, though he wouldn't have chose it if he thought that was true. (I mean it's quite obvious you listened to Bieber a lot growing up.)

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

Leo guides you to his steps, and he leans close to your ear and whispers the lyrics softly causing you to giggle. (thanks Amor) You see the indoor sparklers go off and the light from the fire illuminates him, and God, his eyes. His emerald eyes seem to glow, as if they themselves, are a light source.

When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch Two seconds without you's like two months

With Leo, he taught you early on that in a real relationship, you don't have to worry about being too affectionate, and you didn't have to worry about him getting bored or losing feelings.

When your thoughts would spiral, Leo never got mad, he listened. After he listened he would reassure you, when he reassured you, never did you have that gut feeling he was going to leave you.

Leo took care of you, and he reached out, texted first, and showed you he cared. He was the light in your eyes, and you don't worry about if he's going to rip it from you anymore.

He shows you how to be loved, and lets you love him.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You two sway a bit more as the sparklers die down, Leo kisses your forehead, but he lets go of your hand and moves it to your waist. You put your hand on his other shoulder but raise a brow. Leo grins and picks you up, twirling you around for a bit longer than you'd expected.

As he spun you, it felt like you were flying, like gravity just forgot to pull you back to the ground again. You felt safe in his arms, safe in only his arms. Nobody else, just you and him.

When he puts you to your feet he smiles at you as you giggle. Even a dumbass could tell you two were in love. In love, and made for each other. His hands stay on your waist as he guides you to sway with him once more. You both gaze into each other's eyes lovingly as you continue to sing softly.

'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much

As the song comes to an end, everybody starts clapping and Leo dips you again to make you squeal in surprise. You playfully and lightly punch his arm unable to do it without a smile.

It's going to be you and Leo forever.

You and him, forever awaits.

[minjix]

summertime sadness → JJ maybank x reader

requested! hi! i don’t know if you still take requests for jj maybank since i noticed it’s been a while since you wrote for him, but if you do, can I get a jj maybank x reader where the reader is unusually very drunk (doesn’t handle emotions very well) and the reader somehow gets jj’s gun, waves it around and accidentally shoots themselves in the foot? Just pure chaos lol. Like I imagine they’re all just chilling around the bonfire before the incident, sorry the request is so long lol <333

a/n: lmao this was pretty fun to write :) but i am also very much sleep deprived so ignore the broken english <3

summary: in which you shoot yourself in the foot.

warnings: gunshot wound, blood, usage of marijuana and alcohol. sad!reader and conflicted!jj maybank + the usual swearing

masterlist:

The sun was setting, peaking over the horizon before the moon took its place in the sky. You were all gathered around the bonfire, drinks in hand and stomachs filled with food that Kie brought.

Laughter echoed well into the darkening area as JJ tried to play the guitar whilst drunk. His fingers plucking the wrong chord as his raspy voice tried to sing a song.

The group had organized the get together after they noticed your mood decline during the week. The once comforting words turned into snappy remarks which ended with tears of embarrassment.

No one really knew what to do, how to help. Except for JJ of course.

The blonde haired boy quickly set it all up and had everyone play a part. Kie brought the food, Sarah and John B brought the alcohol while Pope set up the actual bonfire and the string lights that decorated the trees, and JJ brought his stash.

He knew you never smoked before and immediately knew that his way of relaxing was the only way. It worked for him, so why wouldn’t it work for you?

An hour later and everyone except for Sarah was way past gone. Even Pope sat slumped in his seat with a loopy smile on his face. That went away quickly when he set his eyes on you, digging through JJ’s backpack for whatever reason.

“Aha!” You stood up, a triumphant smile on your lips, your eyes unfocused. “Found it!”

Pope was frozen in his seat, eyes never leaving your form as you emerge from the shadows with the gun in hand. JJ’s gun.

“Found what?” The blonde haired boy in question slurred, his fingers absentmindedly plucking the strings of the guitar. A soft, out of tune melody playing.

“Your gun!” You exclaimed, almost tripping on the uneven ground.

Everyone sobered up.

“My what?” His head snapped up to look at you, his hair wild. His red cap laid before his feet, forgotten.

“Uh, JJ,” a hesitant voice began, “are there any bullets?” It was Kie, her eyes wide as she sat straighter.

Still drunk, he snorted, “of course there’s bullets, Kie. What’s the point of having a gun without bullets?” He gave her his best dumbfounded expression, momentarily forgetting about you and the gun.

“I don’t know!” Kie yelled, panicked as you started to spin around, the gun resting comfortably in your hand.

“Ohh, look at me, I’m JJ, and I’m so hot.” You imitated, not seeing the offended look on JJ’s face.

“I do not talk like tha-“ Sarah interrupted him. She was still sat beside John B, too scared to move.

“Shut up, JJ,” she turned towards you. “Why don’t you put the gun down?”

“No!” Everyone flinched. “How is it that you get to go on these cool fucking adventures, leaving me behind all alone and sad and stupid!” The gun was swinging around in your hand, forgotten as you continued your rant.

“Have you ever thought that, ‘hey, let’s not exclude our other friend’, have you? Cause I don’t think so!” You were yelling now, the familiar sting of tears in your eyes that glistened in the light from the fire.

And then it went off. The loud bang sent Pope flying off his seat while John B covered Sarah’s head while Kie was screeching, throwing herself to the ground. And JJ sat frozen, his hands clutching nothing as half of his guitar ended up in the bonfire, feeding the flame, making it brighter.

JJ couldn’t breathe as he stared at you, you looked fine, he thought to himself as he assessed you from afar.

“I shot my foot?” You whispered in shock as you started down at the hole in your once white vans that was quickly turning scarlet.

And then it was panic. Pope was clutching his head as he screamed for someone to call 911, which quickly turned into him believing you were dying once he saw the blood. And you believed him too.

Sarah made you sit on a discarded chair, shushing you as she held your hands. “You won’t die,” she gave you a reassuring smile, turning around to the group that had gathered behind her and hissed, “unless, any of you have something to stop the fucking bleeding.” That got them going.

You were openly sobbing now, confused wether it stemmed from the gunshot wound or the pent up emotions resurfacing, thick tears rushing down your tears.

Sarah did her best to wipe your tears away as you both absentmindedly listened to Kie and John B argue in the back about who’s sacrificing who’s shirt to stop your bleeding.

She sighed and took her shirt off and as gently as she could, applied pressure to your foot. “JJ!” She yelled, her eyes never leaving the ever growing stain of blood that soaked her shirt. “Help me,” she was almost crying too.

The boy in question looked pale as he stared at your shaking form, your skin looked clammy and he was fucking terrified. He didn’t mind seeing other people hurt, but seeing you this way made his heart clench painfully in his chest. His chest that wouldn’t let any air in the longer he stared at you.

“Please,” the Cameron girl pleaded and he listened. Sinking to his knees beside you, he looked at Sarah, waiting for instructions. “K-keep pressure on the foot.” He nodded and took over, cringing when he touched the warm and wet fabric. Sarah ran to John B.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was quiet, but JJ heard you clearly. Your voice was always the one he listened to. The one he preferred to hear over all others. “It’s okay.” He was quiet too, giving you a smile, or at least tried to.

Sarah drove up beside you and JJ with John B’s van, the brown haired boy in the passenger seat. “Let’s go!”

JJ whispered a small apology as he lifted you up, cringing when you cried out and with the help of a crying Pope, made you comfortable in the backseat.

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You stared at the x-ray, the bones in your foot broken from the force of the bullet.

“Looks pretty dope.” A voice came from beside you, beer in his hand as the sun was shining through the windows of the chateau. His blonde hair still wild. He grabbed your legs and propped them up on his lap, his finger drawing invisible patterns into your skin.

“Yeah,” you agreed, and and glanced at the white cast encasing your foot adorned with scribbles. You placed the x-ray picture on the table and made yourself comfortable.

He took a deep breath and began to speak his mind. “It was never our intention to leave you out of things, I have no excuse for it and I think it’s my fault.” His words were rushed, not thought through, merely just letting his thoughts out.

“What do you mean?”

“I never wanted to hurt you, or see you get hurt, and I thought that you being left out was the answer to that.” His eyes met yours, a storm of thoughts behind his blue eyes. “I like you, a lot. A lot more than friends should.”

You could only smiles, feeling giddy despite the pain in your broken foot. “I like you too,” you breathed.

“You sure?” He raised on eyebrow, mischief written on his forehead, “ because I’m pretty irresistible, and I don’t want you to get obsessed with me.” He tried to keep a straight face but the smile that made its way to his face gave him away.

You grabbed his face gently, and with great difficulty leaned forward and connected your lips to his.

[sco07ut]

what just happened!!!!!!!! s19 rambles (negative) ↓

going to be messy cos im just planning on writing whatever outrageous moments stand out as i go along

first of all????? DOC FUCKING DIED?????????? i literally had to rewatch a few times to realise that’s what they were saying 😟 when the fuck did he die bc doc eas Inside the staff of charon and wash was fuckijg idk?? on the surface of chorus right?? how did doc die saving him what (genuinely someone smarter than me if you’ve figured it out please tell me) bc like the point of the charon fight is that they were stuck in the mementos room right? idk

anyway he was done so dirty i literally do not think there was a reason to reveal doc was dead in the last five minutes

on that note, where was donut?? did he die too ? how long after chorus is s19 set like was that undisclosed location iris or what. did he do his whole ‘tour of the universe’ thing early? like i would’ve been fine with even just a passing comment but they were so vague with it

WHY DID SARGE DIE AND THEN PROMPTLY BECOME IRRELEVANT????? aside from simmons grif & caboose not a Soul mentioned the fact that a whole man was dead. i was so convinced that there would be some big funeral with everyone attending at the end

i did sort of like the plot though, simmons getting a leadership role was kinda fun

tbh i did like simmons this season it was so great seeing him finally get recognition but good grief i cannot talk about simmons without bringing up the ending/lack of grimmons

it makes sense that they wouldn’t get together if grif went home and simmons stayed in the army BUT WHY DID SIMMONS STAY IN THE ARMY?? RICHARD YOU DO NOT HAVE A FUCKING TEAM ANYMORE (on that note. where did lopez go. i’m only just realising that he literally vanished) i’m so insane why did they do that. they could’ve gone home together. and kissed about it idk

i mean i didn’t actually expect grimmons to happen but i thought they’d stay together?? it’s always been them. like that’s the whole point of their characters. every other person who’s been on their team before has died and left them (grif sleeping through being glassed, hammer dying during basic, the red team at rat’s nest and now sarge and donut i guess?????) why did they not stay together

also on the grif family note, the kai cameo was nice (though i will say i do Not understand the point of the whole retro con thing, i feel like it went on for ages, did nothing to set up the plot. the meta could’ve been introduced some other way surely)

also while i’m thinking about it, why did it take tucker/the meta months to get from chorus to a point where he was actively searching for epsilon ?

anyway sorry kai cameo fun but she should’ve had a bigger role idc

it kind of feels like they suddenly realised almost all their female characters were overlooked and they tried to shove them in to be like ‘ohhh look we care about our female characters’ and then screwed them over by making them either insignificant or nothing more than a cameo

with the exception of tex maybe. i fully did not expect her to come back prior to watching but when caboose was like oh help me remember i started to get a feeling it wouldn’t be church. i’m also so glad they addressed the whole ‘created from failure/destined to fail’ thing, tex fuckijg deserved that win. sad that she died though (i wasn’t expecting that either and was like fully geared up to start making post restoration fanart of carolina and tex hanging out and learning how to be friends/family again)

idk i just feel like we missed out on so much stuff due to time constraints, there were so many scenes that should’ve been put in imo like carolina and tex having some sort of moment together, grif and kai having a moment, carolina & wash seeing 479er again

ok wait different chain of thought. everyone was like really eager to kill tucker. there was no moral dilemma of everyone being like ohh beneath the meta hes our friend we can’t hurt him but we still need to take him down what’re we gonna doo. although on second thought it was red team so . yeah the mindless attacking does make sense a bit

new thought again overall it just felt weird like everyone had their assigned pairings and couldn’t acknowledge anyone outside of them?? like during the fights there wasn’t much of a reunion when tex/carolina joined and then wash (and apparently not fucking doc) like idk. i was under the assumption thatvthere would be a sweet little scene where they got the gang back together

whatever man that’s everything off the top of my head. i had no expectations going in and still somehow left disappointed. i Will be making an au version that fits all the things i wanted to see

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! About our Crewel/Deuce art from yesterday + other TWST-related things (and one about OHSHC).

Anonymous asked:

nothing really special to say, but i wanted to let you know that your art has been helping me to draw more!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ i have a big issue of hating my art, but seeing your passion for your work motivates me to work through it so i can get good at it instead of giving up, so thank you a lot i love what you do!!!!

Anon, this is so sweet ;w; I am so happy to hear that my work motivates you, it truly means a lot! I hope you’ll keep drawing and will enjoy the process of creating art more and more with every new sketch. Passion is one of the most important things when it comes to any kind of art.

Thank you! This is honestly one of the best things to hear.

icedefloweringtornado asked:

I have your blog set to notifications so all I see a lot of the time is the limited description. Today's 'good boy' had me just all oh is it going to be Idia? One of my hearts boys? Deuce. The goodest not goodest boy.

First of all, ahhh thank you so much for having notifications on, this is so nice of you!

Second of all, yeah, there are a lot of pretty good boys in twst lol some of them are only good when they are being bullied (Idia)… and some of them are the goodest not goodest like Deucey <3

Anonymous asked:

Your latest post?? Deuce/Crewel art has actually made my brain explode. I feel like a fool for not even thinking of them as a ship. You (plural) truly do just have the best takes in this fandom.

Deuce, the bad-boy-trying-to-be-good has always struck me as someone very, very eager to please. Then you have Crewel, the strict professor who puts students' in their place with a little *too* much abuse of power. The unequal power dynamics of professor and student? Delicious.

Lowkey, I imagine Deuce would be so used to obeying "commands" at some point another student would just say a command jokingly and Deuce automatically follows the command without second thought before realizing what the hell he is doing.

Thank you so much, Anon!! Whenever I draw these two, we think about how the hell did it take us this long to consider this ship. They are so horrible (=amazing) together… It feels so obvious, and yet…

Deuce is super eager to please and naive enough to be lured into something very dangerous. It’s so fun that he is genuinely trying, but somehow he still ends up in iffy situations. But it’s one thing when it’s Ace’s antics that put him in trouble, but Divus abusing his power is a whole other can of worms. There is no authority figure to help Deuce out this time. It’s super imbalanced, and Deuce is way too easy to take advantage of. Perfection :”)

Ohh, but well-trained puppy Deuce reacting to a command said by some other student…. A pavlovian response 😭 Let’s hope this is just “sit” or “paw” or something and not something spicier…

Anonymous asked:

AAAA THE CREWDEUCE 😍😍💞💞💞 THANK YOU RYUU FOR THE FOOD!!!!!! We need more Sensei ships up in here TBH

You’re very welcome and thank youuu!! Totally agree!

irregardlessly-tish asked:

I began the Glorious Mascarade event and every new facet of Rook's personality and identity is just... What even is this guy? He was just speaking some French words as he always does and someone else said "oh yeah, you're from this area right?" and he's like "No, I'm from the Savanna :)". So, you're telling me he's a fake? A poser? Some kind of weeb but for twisted France instead of Japan??? All this time he's been just the equivalent of someone being "omg >w< that's so kawaii desu ne~ owo!!". I always knew he was a freak and a weirdo (lovingly), I just didn't consider the extent of it... He's a normal weeb, all the signs were there with his idol obsessions... I was just too blind to see...

Ohh, I hope you’re enjoying it, Tish! It’s one of the best events, in my opinion.

“What even is this guy” IS SUCH A GOOD WAY TO DESCRIBE ROOK LOL The more you learn about him, the more questions you get: the fuck do you mean “I’m from Savanna”??? Your family does what for a living??? You can do what with your body??? It’s always like that with him. Even though he is very honest, he is also so fucking fake in a lot of ways. He really is just a Twisted France weeb …

I really wonder what made him love French so much. But then again, I feel like if we learn the reason behind it, it’ll leave us with 5 more questions about this weirdo lol

Anonymous asked:

i know you said the shadows in the deuce and epel skirt art belong to mobs but hear me out…it the other freshmen…freshmen gangbang

(this is about this drawing)

Very valid thought, Anon, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised with how horny some of the other freshmen students are… I feel like if you leave the freshmen all alone unattended, at some point this is the scenario that they are going to end up in.

Anonymous asked:

Random, but imagine a Scott pilgrim AU, but with Twist:

Oh, you want to date, Idia? Then you'll have to beat his 7 evil exes: Azul, the Tweels, Lilia, Sebek, Ortho, Eliza.

((Not sure if you heard/read Ghost's marriage event, but this is where Eliza appeared. Basically, she had an obsession with Idia, lmao))

Anon! This is a very good idea, and funny thing is, we had a sketch about Idia and his 7 evil exes lol I can’t post it here because it’s ko-fi exclusive (if you have access to our ko-fi, here is the post link; sorry, the access to one specific post can’t be purchased separately), but yeah this is basically this line-up minus Eliza, plus Trey. Ace plays Scott’s role… poor Idia, it’s probably so weird for him to be the manic pixie dream boy with 7 exes, he has no fucking clue how he ended up like this.

(Haven’t watched Ghost marriage yet, but I’m excited about it; we’re saving it for later just because it’s guaranteed to be a great even for us lol)

Anonymous asked:

smth I'm just curious Abt, have you seen/heard of ohshc??

Yes, of course! OHSHC was one of the titles we watched back in middle school even before we met each other, so it’s been a while… and it’s been a while since our last rewatch of it…

But still, it’s an amazing comedy that we quote a lot to this day. Theatre of (Tamaki’s) Mind, Homosexual supporting cast, I’m making a hamster home; all of it is so stupid and lovely lol

We tried to find the latest sketch of Tamaki and Kyoya from several years ago, but holy shit we don’t remember the year we drew it lol so I guess no sketches! Well, a reason to draw it all over now that my art looks better anyway.

[lutawolf]

Love In the Air Ep 7 Review & Running Commentary

gifs stolen from @gunsatthaphan

Hello my fellow freaks. As usual I'm here to bring the kinkster talk and commentary. If you missed my previous kink knowledge and commentary fear not, it can be found here. So far we've talked about lifestyle D/s relationships, some S&M, No Kink, Brat tamers and their brats. Let's hope there is more still to come!

Let's begin!

We start off where we left off with Payu having a second sense and calling Rain. He gets nervous that Rain isn't responding because it is Rain's habit to respond. Payu follows his instincts and goes to check on him. His instincts are telling him to book it so he is booking it. As Payu is pulling up to the house, Saifah is coming out to greet him. That's when the spilled food is noticed. This is all Payu needs to see to put things together and freak out. A good Dom is really going to freak out. They take the protection of their people very seriously. Yup, I like how they are showing him amping up the more and more he isn't finding Rain.

Nope, Nope, at this point Rain has recognized his submission. He isn't going to leave the house and go home without telling Payu. Much less not answer his phone. Payu knows all this. And finally cardboard villain calls. "If you don't want to die, let my boyfriend go." Dipshit is going to regret not listening to this. He's going to do what he says. What choice does he really have but let's all hope little bro has a cooler head. Did you really tell him to stay here, he's your only chance. Don't listen to him Saifah.

Everyone freaking out about kidnapping. The phone call is your clue?? Not the tied up and gagged part. Did you think this was a S&M party?? Hate to tell you this but it generally has willing participants otherwise it is called kidnapping. White crayons. White crayons everywhere! Humiliation is going to be the least of your worries, MR. Should Have Been A Blowjob.

Okay, Okay, but the guy walking up being Rain and just casually gagging him is pretty funny. Sorry Rain, your man a little stupid right now. It's fair considering he's probably never dealt with the love of his life getting kidnapped before. OF COURSE HE IS COMING ALONE! I love how he is reassuring Rain though. Meanwhile we have more typical evil laughter from cardboard villain. Thank you @akitbeast for providing that description because it fits.

Finally back up! By Mr. Chai!! Guys, he gives me the hot bad guy vibes. I'mma need them to do a story for him. He gives me the shivers in a good way. Cardboard, you about to cry and I'm really excited to see Chai in action. Ohh, yeah you can beat on Payu but not Rain. That's a big no. Dude, he isn't gonna let you hurt his man. A Dom would rather go down dying. We aren't cowards. I'm not even kidding a little bit. I don't know a real Dom that won't instinctively have to protect their sub. The need to protect is that strong. My husband is 6ft and built and I have still gotten in front of him when a fight has gone down.

Woot! Go Chai Go! "I think you should stop." So hot. Love it! Okay, I didn't like that edit. That felt choppy. We have Rain getting untied and racing to Payu where they both apologize to each other. That's cute and all but can we get to my blood bath. I need some ball kicking. Okay Okay, I lied. The "bowing is nothing as long as you're safe." Got me choked up, not gonna lie.

HAHA, he knew his brother would call in the cavalry. Cause he gave him his phone! Not so stupid after all, not that I thought you were per say Payu, it's just well... I thought you were too concerned to be acting in your right mind. My bad.

Back to my main man. Seriously, very Dom vibes, so hot. Your daddy can't save you now dipshit. Omg.. The way he takes off his jacket. To bad I don't have it in me to submit cause DAMN but I like watching other Doms. Look at that slap! Look! he isn't even worth a punch.

Ahh, it wasn't a kick in the balls but it was still had me hand clapping! And look at that smile on Payu's face.

gif stolen from @anyapetidin

Meanwhile Dom Daddy is rolling up his sleeves wondering where he can get one of those subs. I too would like to know where he can get one so we can get the ball rolling on his story.

Nobody calls Chai a lacky!

Rain's holding out for the real confession. Sub doesn't equal doormat. Get Rain. So sweet! Ahhh, Payu holding him to the same rule. Love it!

Okay here we go. The fruity twins. I'm so excited! Did he really call him cloud jizz!! OMG, I'm Dead and so jelly that I didn't think of that name. Ahhhh. 🤣🤣🤣 Ha Sky tattles on him "He's been clinging to his partner." Damn, they willing to shell out some money to know who Rain's partner is. His mom my ass. Dead.

OMG, did he actually ask for a selfie. Boy is simping. Though so is Rain, so fair. Ha! he heard Ple and his ass is on the way. Love it. Boy got to claim what's his but when he shows up, Rain gonna have to claim what's his. This is gonna be fun. And here comes Payu gonna casually sit with one of the fruit sibs. Love Sky, he's like stop being a dork. You got to watch out for the man snatchers. hahah. That face Payu made a Ple, that was such a fake smile. 🤣 Dude did he really just pull up a chair and invite himself. This is getting good. Did he really say it's a secret. Then Rain snaps to attention. These lovely bunch of coconuts.

"It's impossible." Meanwhile Rains other friends. Um, not impossible, did you see them walk away hand in hand. That literally was the cutest coming out. It has hit my top favorite. Then they get in the car and Payu is like bitch I'm jealous. Furiously jealous. Payu is like, I don't look at anyone the way I look at you. Payu tells him he won't punish him then. Rain's face says it all, wait, I could have been punished. Shhhhhhhit. Aww, Rain cute telling Payu he wouldn't cheat on him and he'll kick Payu's ass if he does. 🤣🤣🤣 Look at that brat finger but Payu's good with it and that's what matters. Is their guidelines. Oh Damn, he's learned very quickly. He addickted.

After it rained continuously for the past week. The sky cleared up while a wind is coming from the east.

Ohhh you guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys. You know what this means. Our next couple is coming. Here we are with Prapai in bed. Oh well, hello ass. I really shouldn't be looking at because you're too young but when you put art in my face, I feel it should be admired. Awww... Sky! He likes plants. I have a thing for engineers that love plants. King anyone? Now Sky has a protective barrier unlike King but wait till you get the back story. That protective barrier is pretty understandable. But seeing him right now in his sunshine state is so fucking cute. Okay seriously though, if he finds his dad a girlfriend for cleaning purposes. Dude, what about you, you cleaning. Oh, that administrative assistant is annoyed. Don't piss off your work wife dude. Instant Karma. Not only women clean Sky. Dad is a cutie though, I can see why you want to help him out. HA! the back in forth is adorable. Love this family dynamic and seeing Sky being a sunflower.

Payu is like, don't fuck around with me dude, I know you. What do you want. Aw, look at the way Rain smiles at being called darling. "Now that you've seen me, get out." 🤣🤣🤣 @curiositykilledd does this friendship remind you of anyone?? Really Prapai you slick but you think anyone is buying that he left stuff behind? Okay now that is smooth. You know Payu is wanting to get laid so the threat of not leaving is a very good one. Payu is like, this bitch. Rain's like, I wanna get laid, Sky I owe you one! Look at Payu though, he totally gets it. 🤣 "Judging by his face, it's too late to save your friend now." 🤣🤣🤣 I for one am so thankful for that. Yes, I am. I'm so excited for them. I gonna have another show like Kinnporshe where I like the two main couples! I don't know if PrapaiSky will have a freak element though. So it might just be commentary and review guys. Are you okay with that? Interested still? I know a lot of you tune in for my BDSM info.

"Yes, I was attracted to the boy who held by umbrella for me." What did I say guys. I told ya this was near love at first sight. I'm a true romantic at heart, I love this shit. "I had to find a way to approach him. Right." Ha, and Rain realizes he remembers him at that beginning. To which Payu replies that he liked him from the start. So fucking sweet. I could scream.

All pictures stolen from @akitbeast

And we are at the end. So fucking cute! Hope you guys enjoyed this and are as excited about next week as I am. Thank you again for taking the time to read this.💜💜💜 Dedicated to coconuts mafia, @l0rd0fther1ng5, and @dayummmdorisss 💜💜💜