#THANK you for asking about them I lovr them so much.......

[taytrashmouth]

Request: Hiiii first comment on tumblr EVER…I really love 19 and 14..with peeta would be so cute (I’m in a peeta chokehold rn..) I LOVR YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH I CANT GET ENOUGH💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏 -@bigbootysniffer

Prompt 14: slow dancing by a fire

Prompt 19: person B is insecure about their scars and person A makes them feel better about it

This is adorable, I’m so in love with this request!!! Hope you like it!!!! Thanks so much for all your kind words it really means a lot to me ❤️❤️

Requests are open so please send them in!!!!

Peeta x reader. Set during mockingjay after Peeta is rescued from the capitol.

It had been a rough few weeks. First you lost Peeta, which made you pretty unbearable to be around. Then you saw him on TV saying all those things, using words that weren’t his.

Coin had to lock you in your room when they went to rescue him. When they finally did let you see him, you ignored everyone’s warnings including snows. He tried to kill you which was hard to deal with.

Two weeks later and no real developments had been made in the rebellion and they finally let you be alone with Peeta for an hour. You sat in the fake garden in the base of district 13.

And watched as the guards escorted him over to you. He didn’t look like himself. Thin and covered in bruises.

“Call us if you need to.” One of the guards handed you a buzzer. You nodded.

Peeta sat down on the picnic blanket next to you. You felt nervous around him. Which made you want to cry, you were scared of Peeta.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He didn’t look like he wanted to be here.

“I got your favourite bread. And orange soda.” You showed him.

He just stared. “I can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.” He spoke just above a whisper. He sounded so depressed.

You thought for a moment before answering. “Ask me.”

“Green is your favourite colour. Real or not real?” He stared at you.

“Real. Yours is orange, like the sunset.” You smiled at him.

He almost looked relieved. He sort of smiled and took a sip of the soda. His colour.

“I missed you.” Tears filled your eyes.

He looked at his lap. He couldn’t say the same thing. Still confused as to why he believed you wanted to kill Him.

“You used to make me bread like this all the time. It was my favorite part of the week. Not because i liked the bread, that was just a bonus, but because I got to see you.” You spoke, trying to break the tension.

You tore a piece of bread off the loaf and hit it in your mouth.

“I threw bread at you.” He spoke.

“I was starving, you saved me.” You assured him.

“I burnt it on purpose. And my mother beat me for it. If I didn’t care about you I would’ve had a lot less suffering.”

Tears filled your eyes and regret washed over his face.

“It’s all fuzzy. I’m sorry.” He began to cry, holding his head. He repeated that he was sorry until you held him and he slowly hugged you back.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you remember.” You assured him and brushed some hair off his forehead.

“Thank you.” He half smiled.

You just nodded.

“You want to hurt me. Real or not real.” He wiped a tear off his cheek.

“Not real. I swear.”

He nodded as if telling himself it was okay.

“I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to. You’ve always been there for me. With the bread. At the Capitol, in the games, back in 12. Always. The only time I ever saw you hurt anything or anyone was to protect me. You are the sweetest person I know.” You squeezed his hand.

He smiled a little wider now, like he was more sure of himself now.

“I love you…real or not real?” He asked again.

“You never said it to me. But I like to think that you did. You showed it. The way you protected me, the way you kissed me, the small things. You planted daisy’s in my front yard because i mentioned I like the smell. You Gave me a pearl in the games…I hold it when I’m scared and when I was missing you.”

“Do you love me?” He asked simply.

You hesitated for a moment. “Yes. So much. I wish I could explain how much I love you but I don’t have the words to describe it. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” You were teary.

Very carefully he held your cheek. And kissed you gently. You smiled into the kiss. It was over too soon.

“I think I love you too.” Peeta told you.

That was enough for you. You almost laughed in relief.

“That’s good.” You giggled.

You spent the next 2 hours talking, no guards ever came to get him.

You walked with him to his room, and as you said goodnight, and turned to leave he spoke up.

“Stay,”

“Okay.” You smiled.

He gave you a shirt of his to sleep in and it swallowed you whole. You were sure he would also drown in it after losing so much weight.

He hesitated after watching you lie down on his bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You immediately knew he was scared to show you his body.

“I’ll close me eyes.” You told him and you did.

You heard some shuffling and then after a minute or two he asked you to open your eyes.

His bare chest was shocking. Scars and bruises littered his body, weeks after returning. You could see his ribs.

Tears filled your eyes and your hands came to your face.

“They don’t hurt anymore.” He told you.

“Are you sure?” You asked sadly gesturing for him to climb into bed.

He did. “Some are worse than others.”

“You’re perfect. I hope you know that. The scars just prove how strong you are. What you’ve gone through but didn’t deserve. I love you Peeta.” You told him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He was teary too. “I love you n/n.” You smiled through some tears. It was an old nickname that you hadn’t heard for months.

He was remembering.

You were inseparable the next few weeks. Despite Peeta having a few episodes or panic attacks he was doing much better. You were always there to calm him.

You sat with him at Finnick and Annie’s wedding.

“You’re beautiful.” He told you. You smiled, Effie had picked out your dress and to your surprise it wasn’t over the top.

“Do you wanna dance?” You asked with a smile.

“I don’t know if I know how.” He replied.

“You do.” You smiled remembering the victors tour. “But I’ll teach you if you don’t remember.”

He picked it up quickly. Your hands around his neck, his on your waist. You swayed to the music, occasionally spinning or clapping.

He was yours again. Peeta was back. You smiled as he kissed your head.

[velvetwyrme]

I would like to know which (tf) guys youre interested in ✋️😐

(Also sorry for showing up in your notifications so much hshhdhf)

no need to apologize! its a delight to see u there :]!! please imagine me waving furiously at u every time i see ur name in my notifs.

also, thank you for asking!! i... uh. now i actually gotta list them out hang on whfjfbdmsnf,,

i pretty much will read/enjoy whatever reader insert/self insert stuff i can get my hands on, but i do have FAVOURITES. peep my non-exhaustive list under the cut !

I'm a big fan of Soundwave (as much as i say i dont have a singular fav, TFP!Soundwave was also what made me cave and check out TF for real after spending several months on the outskirts just reading fic, and the first TF figure i got was of G1!Soundwave so uh. TOTALLY. NO SINGULAR FAV.)

Drift was one of the first characters i got attached to in IDW,m along with Ratchet... lemme be the filling in a Dratchet sandwich please abd thankyouu hrhhhgh (I also love TFP!Ratchet !!)

For TFOne I wanna kiss Sentinel u_u... and Airachnid and Elita-1 because hey. i can dream. also Darkwing because I have really bad taste sometimes apparently like seriously?? DARKWING????

Also big and blue- Thundercracker!! The rest of the Elite Trine (Starscream and Skywarp) is good too but he's my bestest boy!!! He likes dogs 🥺 OH AND SPEAKING OF OTHER ANIMAL GUYS: Hound!! also Sunstreaker as an honorary Animal Guy because he's got his insecticon buddy.

Speaking of medics, I love First Aid !! (and the Protectobots/Defensor)... And Spinister! And Nickel! I'll say Knock Out too. Notably I think it's more fun if Breakdown is involved as well :]

Which reminds me... I also really like Jazz in all continuities because he smoothly charmed his way into my heart along with Prowl. Also the Constructicons and by proxy, Devastator, can smash me any time ;]

I ALSO like Shockwave in IDW/G1 and I don't know much about him in TFP but his design there fucks and I like the way I see him characterised in fic fbdmfbdk IDK I STILL HAVENT WATCHED TFP.

Also the little baby me in the back of my head demands for TFA!Starscream to be on this list because I really liked him, but I'm more invested in trying to kiss other characters in TFA, namely Prowl, Blurr, Scrapper, Swindle, Megatron and Shockwave.

Uhhh talking about big, intimidating and purple. I'm also a Tarn girly on occasion ^u^

I've run out of segues AND energy so. Rodimus. Whirl. Swerve. Nautica. Brainstorm. Wheeljack. the list goes on. there's probably more that ive forgotten but im sleeeeeeepy so im stopping here.

wait. PIPES. i lovr him dearly!!

[honeekyuu]

Hello!!! I’m back to ramble again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

TALK TOO MUCH Y/N I FEEL YOU. “He wasn’t looking at me!” TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN POOKIE. CHUBBY READER MY BELOVED. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!!!! Do I not math? Absolutely not it makes me want to rip my hair out but for this fic suddenly I love it.

“Oh you’re unwell.” Thank you Suna. You know what would make it better? A kiss- WHAT WHO SAID THAT??? BAHAHA IT’S SO FUNNY AND I WANT TO EAT IT. THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH MORE SUNA CONTENT.

Also not believing Suna only wanted a photo bcs he wanted to affirm her. He definitely wanted to see a chubby goddess and was like “GUYS. NOW’S MY CHANCE. 🥳🥳🥳🥳!!!!” ALSO HIS REACTION LIKE ABOUT TO BARK??? FIND ME A MAN LIKE THAT. GUYS PROGRAMMERS (not me, please I refuse to make another app I can’t-) MAYBE WE NEED THIS APP FR. WE ALL NEED A MAN TO BARK AT US WHEN WE’RE INSECURE.

Tattoo Suna 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 sorry he lives rent free in my head and the urges to draw get to me occasionally. if you can’t tell I am writing this ask as I read the fic so I can yap about my favorite things bcs I have the memory and attention span of a goldfish. 🧍🏻‍♀️

SUNA YOU CAN’T BE CALLING THEM BABY ALREADY!!! ILLEGAL. FOUL. SIGN ME UP FOR KITA. THEN I CAN CALL HIM SWEETHEART. WHAT WHO SAID THAT???

Suna doesn’t pull??? LOSER SUNA MY LOVE!!!! I FORGOT THAT YOU WERE A LOSER SUNA ENTHUSIAST!!! LOSER SUNA MY LOVR 🥴🥴🥴🥴 THE INAPPROPRIATE THINGS I HAVE TO SAY.

I don’t think you understand how much I’m already in love with this fic. Suna wasn’t in my top ten (I’m sorry Suna Seijoh 4 have my heart so you can’t be too 3-) but then I read “Take the edge off” and he bumped himself up- point is. Your characterization of Suna makes me fucking feral. And listen, I may be asexual but…

SOMETIMES SMUT IS HOT OKAY GUYS??? LIKE I WANT TO BE DESIRED LIKE THAT. BUT LIKE NOT AT THE SAME TIME??? I CAN’T EXPLAIN IGNORE ME-

Your fics are my drugs fr! Like addicted to how you characterize everyone. They’re all feral and I love it.

This is for everyone who’s made it this far in my rambles; You’re deserving of love no matter your size, shape, skin color, acne, imperfections, and sexuality. Everyone deserves love and that includes you. Drink water, eat food, take a shower or bath to decompress. It’s good to take breaks from your stressful day and I’m encouraging it actually. If you need to stop in your shift to go to the bathroom to breathe for a few minutes then PLEASE DO THAT. I will fight if anyone gets upset at you doing that. I know I’m a stranger on the internet but incase no one has told you today. I love you, you’re doing your best even if your best today was “less” effort than it was the day before or than it will be tomorrow. Point is. Even if all you did today was eat food or read something I’m proud of you and I love you.

Okay ramble over!

Love you guys <333

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪

PLEASE BAKERY ANON THESE ASKS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND I SMILE GIGGLE KICK MY LITTLE FEET READING EACH ONE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLEASE CONTINUE WITH THIS

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii saw u were doing a ship match up thingy and wanted to see if u could do me with pjo?! not sure if ur still doing them tho so i apologize if not!

so first of all i’m pretty fem presenting, she/her, im a girl and im bi :) i got medium length wavy brown hair with long curtain bangs (im tryna grow them out..) i also wear glasses! im half mexican, white dad😬 and im literally a no sabo kid (IM TRYING TO LEARN SPANIDJ I SWESR.) im pretty tan as well, im 5’4 if that matters, my friends either call me very calm or like very weird, im also very sarcastic and ppl say my personality is fun and silly. i am an introvert tho but like very loud and outgoing wjen with my friends, like im highly embarrassing when im with my friends in public

i like to read (pjo), im pretty smart #ap/honors classes😇 but like i act rlly dumb sometimes. i play piano (not very good!) love atla, stardew valley, i lovr horror movies, hate roller coasters, love nayure and animalsnand shit and I TALK A LOT. IM SUCH A YAPPER. also rlly like painting and drawing and stuff like that but im not the best at it, i also keep lots of trinkets in my room that just dont have a specific place to go like theyre just everywhere. oki idk what else to put so >_<

take ur time in doing this and thank uuu!!

Your PJO ship: Percy Jackson!

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he loves your medium length brown wavy hair. He just likes the way that it looks in the fact that it’s not completely curly not completely straight. It’s just wavy and it kind of reminds some of the oceans waves almost with the way that it goes up and down, and I don’t know. I just think he would love that feature about you.. he really likes your curtain bangs and thinks that they are adorable and they go really well with your glasses. I feel like he’d make a lot of jokes about your glasses and also your curtain bangs like friendly teasing just show how much he likes them. He would also tease you about not knowing Spanish yet even though he knows literally knows himself and he’s such a hypocrite but yeah, I feel like he that’s something he would kind of tease you about, he loves your weird personality, but he also loves the side of you. That can be calm because it very much contrast with his personality and I just feel like you guys would have such opposites attract energy and it would be really, really sweet. he’s also pretty sarcastic, silly funny, etc. so I feel like that’s something that you guys would have in common and I feel like you guys would make such a dynamic duo in battles with all of your comebacks and smart remarks and things like that I just feel like you guys would be hilarious together, and everyone around you would honestly kind of love it. You guys have the best banter. Like the best top-notch.. he relates to The being smart but kind of acting dumb sometimes thing, and even though he wishes that you wouldn’t dumb yourself down sometimes because he knows how incredibly brilliant you are he would understand and he would be a hypocrite if he told you otherwise, so he mostly just nods along and gets it. he’s not the best at art, but I feel like you would still be great at art so he would absolutely support you and constantly stand behind you and ask questions whether you were painting or drawing or whatever he would just be totally invested in it even though he has ADHD and can’t like sit still for long. I still feel like he would find a way to be invested in it and, if you ever wanted to draw something would be offensive please do not make a portrait of anyone you would get punched in the face with that shit man he cannot draw for crap. I love him, but he can’t draw for crap so I feel like he’d always ask you for lessons and stuff anyway you guys are cute. I ship it. 🩷

[ipegchangbin]

okay pookie give me a moment to BREATHE

POOKS‼️‼️ when u said that a new fic is coming soon, i didnt think that it would be THIS soon‼️‼️😨😟🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🫨🤧🤐😵

NO BC LIKE MY TUMBLR NOTIFICATIONS ARE FUUUUCKED UP 😡🤬🤬🤬 AND I HAVENT BEEN GETTING ANY OF UR NOTIFICATIONS‼️‼️😖😭😢😫AND WHEN I CHECKED MY LITTLE TUMBLR APP I SAW THAT U POSTED⁉️⁉️⁉️😀😀😀

OKAY POOKIE‼️‼️🙌 IM SO SORRY BUT RN IM PUTTING HEAVY LIFTING ON HOLD 💔💔💔😖😖 BC UR GIRL HAS NOOOOTTTT READ UPLIFTING YET IM SO SORRY‼️‼️😓😫💔😔😖💔💔😭🙏🙏

I WILL GET TO IT SOON I PROMISEEEE‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏😫

BUTT‼️‼️🍑

WHEN I SAW THAT MF ASK 😀😀😀

ABT CHEERLEADER HANNIE‼️‼️😀

Z NGEL I THOUGHT THAT WAS SOMEONE POSING AS MEEEE 😭😭⁉️⁉️

BC I DONT REMMEBER SENDINJ THAT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ 😀😓⁉️😭🤯🤯🫨⁉️😟

BUUTTT‼️‼️🍑 IT HAAAD TO BE ME BC WHO TF ELSE WOULD KNOW I BROKE MY PHONE BC OF A MF BIRD⁉️⁉️😀😥😰😨🤯🤯🤯

ZZZZ I WAS SO FUUUCKING DRUNK😵‍💫😵‍💫😵🍻🍾🥂🥴🥴 LIKR I WAS SO CONFUSED WHEN I WOKE UP WIYH MY FUCKING 728 B.C. ASS OF A LAPTOPPPP⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😭💀😭😭😀 I DIDNIT FUCIKING KNOW I SENT A WHOOOLLR LOOONG ASS ASK ABOUT PUSSY⁉️⁉️🙀😀😥😨🙀🙀😺 Z THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING‼️‼️😖😭😥😀😀😀😀🥊🥊🥊🥊 BUT NOT ON A KINKY LEVEL🥹😭😭😀😖😰😰 I APPLAUD 👏 U FOR READING THROGHT THAT ENYIRE ASK BECAUSE I COULD NOOOOTTT‼️‼️🤕🤕🔨IM SO EMBARRASSING IM SO SORRY😖😖😖💔🙏 BUT THE FIVE 5️⃣✋IMAGES OF MY ASK IS SENDKNG MEEEEE IT TOOK FIVR PICTURSZ 😭😭❓❓❓

BUT Z YOU DIS ME SOO MUXH JUSTICE‼️‼️🙌🙌🤧 THANK U BC UR WRITINF IS SOOOOO DELICIOUS ITS A CRIME‼️😡😡🤬😾

POOKIE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHER ETO START‼️‼️😓😓😥 WHERE DO I START⁉️⁉️😰😰😰

OKAY‼️ BUT THE VISUAL👁️👁️ OF HANNIE IN A MINISKIRT AND A LIL CHEER UNIFORM HAS ME FUCKING WEEETTTT🤭🥵🤯😻😻💦💦I NEED TO EAT THAT ASSS OUUUTTTT‼️‼️🙌🙌🍑😝💦🥰🥰

THE THOUGJT 💭💭OF HANNIE AS A FLYER WITH HIS WET PANTIES 💦 AND HAVING THE BASES AND U SEEING HOW MF WET🌊🌊🏄‍♀️🚣‍♂�� HE IS HAS MY BRAIN GOING HAYWIREEEEEZYWHBSIHB 😻😻😣😻🙌💗😫👁️🫠⁉️🫨❣️🫨🫨💕🫨‼️‼️🫨🥴🥴❤️‍🔥🫶🤧

AND PRESSING HIS VIBROATOR AGAISJY HIS CLIT⁉️⁉️⁉️ ZZZZZ YKNOW I LOVE CLITS‼️‼️‼️😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😻AND VIBRATORS IM SO OBESSED SJAKKWKEN‼️‼️😖😖😖💗💗

BUT PUSHING IT INSIDE OF HIM THATS CRAAAAZYYYYYY🤯🤯🤯 Z UR FUCKING INSANE‼️‼️‼️😫😫💗I LOVE YOU‼️‼️🫵😻❣️ LIKE PUSHING IT IN HIM AND HIS PUSSY JUST FULL ON GUSHING💦💦😽😼🙀🙀 IS CRAAAZZZZZYYYYY‼️‼️‼️😍😍😍🫶 IM SO IN LOVR Z😫😫😫‼️‼️🙌🙌❤️‍🔥

AND HIM CALLING U CAPTAIN⁉️ Z…….DO I HSVE A CAPTAIN KINK NOW⁉️⁉️😀😀😀

POOKS‼️ “he soaks your hand in his wetness even through his pretty panties, apologizing slightly even if it doesn’t seem to stop.” STOP 🛑✋IM RUNNING FUCKIGN LAPS RN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨💨💨 SOAKING UR HANDS THROUGH THE MF PANTIES⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😀 HOW FUCKING WET IS HE⁉️⁉️⁉️😫😣💦I NEEEED TO EAT HIM OOOUUUUTTTTTT 😫❤️‍🔥🙁😜‼️‼️😝🫶😋I NEED TO FINGER HIM I JUST NEEEEED HIS JUICY MF PUSSSY‼️‼️‼️😝😝😼 AND ITS SO CUTE HOW HES STILL APOLOGIZING RVENTHO HE CANT STOP HIS PRETTY CUNT FROM GUSHING SIZHKWSMISKWNDJE 🥹🥹💗💗💗🥴😋😖🥹😣❣️🥰😊

“it sends him to a blissful place, and you can tell by the way he squirts out a little trickle of clear cum from his pussy.”

squirts.

SQUIRTS.

SQUIRTSSS⁉️⁉️

WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😀🥊

I NEEED HIM TO SQUIRT💦💦 ON MY FACE‼️‼️ IN MY MOUTH😝‼️ANYWHERE OH MY FUUUUCKING GOD Z I NEEEED HIM😫🥰😫😖😣😫😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼️⁉️

“so he lifts his leg above his head, fully exposing his juicy pussy to you.”

BARKBARKABRAKBEARKBARK 🐕🐕🐕🔊🗣️‼️‼️🔊❤️‍🔥💯🐕🐕🔥🗣️🗣️‼️

I FUCKING NEED HIM‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯🔥THE VISUAL IS SO FFUCKING CRAZY‼️‼️🤯🤯🥴🥴🤧 IDK WHOS WETTER💦💦 ME OR HIM⁉️⁉️⁉️BC GODDAMN I NEED TO BURY MY MOUTH IN HIS PUSSY😝😝😜😛😋😼💪😼‼️

“as if it’s hell sent from heaven, you eat him out while he’s stuck in this position.”

YESSMAAM LETS FUCKING GO‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯🔥🔥IM HAVING SO MANY THOUGHTS RN ON THIS‼️‼️😁😁 I LOVE PUSSY SO MUCH‼️‼️😻😻ISTG I THINK IM PUSSYDRUNK 😖😖❤️‍🔥MY DREAM FUCKING HOME 🏠IS IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS 🦵🏠🦵I COULD LIVE IN BETWEEN THEM FOR HOOOOUUURRRSSS 🕖🕠🕚🕒🕧🕓AND EATING HIM OUT IN THAT FUCKING POSITION CRAAZZY BUSINESS RIGHT THERE‼️‼️😩😩😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 IM SO FUCJING INNLOVE I LOVE U‼️‼️😻🫵🫵

“the vibrator never stops whirring. your tongue is flicking his clit in critically hurried circular motions. then your lips lock in to suck his clit and it sends jisung over the edge. his walls are being used to the point he’s almost exhausted from pain, fatigue, exhaustion, pleasure, ecstasy.”

bye.

DECEASED.

THAT WHOLE FUCKING CHUNK OF TEXT IS A CRITICAL ATTACK TO MY FUCKJNG WELL BEING‼️‼️🤯😰😨😰😰I FEEL LIKE I JUST GOT THROWN OUT THE WINDOW 👶🥊🪟AND CRASHED INTO A BRICK WALL 🧱🧱💥💥💥WITH A FUCKING SHATTERED SKULL🤯🤯🤯💀💀 BECAUSEE WHAAAATTTTT THE HEEEELLLLLLLL⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️EATINF HIM OUT WITH THE VIBRATOR STILL INSIDE IS CRAAZZYY BUSINESS‼️‼️‼️🙌🙌 AND THE WHOLE FUCKJNG FLICKING CLITS AND SUCKING CLITS ⁉️⁉️⁉️😩😩💕💕💕OMFG Z HOW DID U KNOW I LOVE CLITS THAT MUCH⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😰😰😰🤯🤯🤯🤯 I WANNA SPEND THE WHOOLE DAY MESSING AROUND WITH JUST HIS CLIT‼️‼️😫🤗🤗🤗😜😜 I LOVE CLITS‼️‼️‼️ I THINK THWYRE SO CUTE‼️‼️🥰🥰🥰 THE C IN CLITS STANDS FOR CUTE🫶 U CANT CHSNGE MY MIND😁😁‼️😋😋❤️‍🔥🔥😋😋

“please! i’ve been a good boy! please c-captain!”

IM SO FUCKING FERAL‼️‼️👹👹👹👹

WHAT THE FUCK⁉️⁉️IM LIKE A RACCOON 🦝🦝WITH RABIES👹👹 THIS IS LIKE A FUCKING TRIPLE 3️⃣ ATTACK 🥊🥊 TO ME “please” + “i’ve been a good boy” + “captain” WHAT TBE ACTUAL FUCKING HELL Z 🤯🤯🤯⁉️⁉️⁉️ARE YOU TRYING TO FUXKING KILL ME RN⁉️⁉️⁉️😀😀🔫IM FUCKJG COLLAPSING AND SINKING LIKE THR DAMN TITANIC‼️🌊🌊🚢🚢🌊SOUWJOANEJEJZKWNRH IM GENUINELY TWEAKING RN I NEED HIM SO BAD😫😫😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼️

“he creams all over your fingers and squirts all over your hands and face.”

creams.

squirts.

CREAMS⁉️

SQUIRTS⁉️

CREAMS AND SQUIRTS⁉️⁉️

ALL OVER YOUR FINGERS⁉️⁉️⁉️

ALL OVER YOUR FACE⁉️⁉️⁉️

HUHHHHHHHH⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

WHAT TJE HELL‼️ IM GOING FUCKING INSANEEEW‼️‼️🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯WHAT TBE FUCK Z⁉️⁉️ GIVE ME A MOMRNT TO BREATHE☝️🫁🫁🫁EVERY FUCJING PARAGRAPH JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER‼️‼️😩😩💕💕 HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE⁉️⁉️⁉️😀

I NEED TO START LAPPING UP ALL OF IT LIKR A DAMN DOG 😝💦🐕‼️‼️BC “his juices are sweet and savory”

WHAT.

BYE 🚪🚶‍♀️IDK ABT U BUT IM GOING IN FOR A ROUND TWO 😁😁👍HIS PUSSY IS LIKE A WHOLE DAMN FIVE STAR ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️GOURMET MEAL 🍽️ AND IM GONNA FUCKING GET A SECOND2️⃣✌️ SERVING🍽️🍽️😋😋😋‼️🙌

Z IM SO FUCKING OBESSESSED WITH THSI FIC‼️‼️🤩🤩💞I LOVE YOU SO MUCH💖💖💓 ALL THE KISSES TO U POOKIE 😽😽💋💋💋❣️🫶HOW DO U WRITE SO WELL POOKIE⁉️⁉️✍️📝 WHAT IS UR SECRET⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

WAAAAIIITT 🛑✋🚦WDYM U MIGJT MAKE SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME⁉️⁉️ FOR MEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️😀👈⏪ WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SUCH AN HONOR⁉️🏅🎖️ ALL I DO IS DROP MY HORNY🦄🦄 THOUGHTS INTO UR INBOX✉️➡️📥📨 SO DONT DO ANYTHING I DONT DESERVE IT POOKIE😭😭😭😭🙏🙏

BUTTT🍑‼️ THIS FIC WAS SO DELICIOUS😋😋😋🍽️ IVE READ IT LIKE TEN 🔟✋🤚TIMES ALREADY😻😻TY FOR THE FOOD 🍔🍟🌭🍕🍰🥤🍽️ I WANNA SCISSOR ✂️👯‍♀️WITH HANNIE SOOO BAD AND HEAR HIM WHINE AND WHIMPER OHHHH MYYYY GOOOD Z‼️‼️😫😫😖IM GONNA START READING UPLIFTING AND HEAVY LIFTING SOON 🔜 SO BRACE YOURSELF FOR ANOTHER LONG ASK SOON‼️‼️😋 I LOVE YOU POOKIE😻😻🫶

POOKIE ANON I LOVE U 😭😭😭 sorry it took me a bir i forgot to reply SHHSHSHSSHDHHA

see thats why i hate tumblr notifs because i NEVERRRR get anything so i just turned it off (and i subsequently forgot to reply bc of that IM SO SORRY POOKS 💔💔) either way im so glad u check in on me and my content anyway ^_^ it means the Worldddd to me AND UR MESSAGES even if u send it on a fuckass laptop or not IDCCCC as long as ure here <33 yieee

and no rush + no worries not reading heavy lifting & uplifting yet!!! theyre both kinda long and just full of changbin filth HAHAHAHAH i understand but thank u once again for expressing interest in it 😁

ANYWAY BACK TO THE FEEDBACK THAT MATTERS!!!

u were the catalyst for cheerleader sungie…so i only have u to thank ☝️ ure a real one for suggesting him in his cute miniskirt and pigtails like the vision was visioning hard!!! AND YES FLYER HANNIE because everybody even his teammates have to see his pretty little pussy !!! ESPECIALLY CAPTAIN Y/N !!!

i played around with the captain petname becaude idk it was just fitting! and im so happy u enjoyed it cos i kinda ur enjoyment in mind 😁😁😁 same with the vibrator shenanigans LMAO i thought it would be nasty and messy to shove the vibe inside and IM GLAD IT PAID OFF ><

seems like not only sungie is affected by y/n’s antics but YOU TOO ?!?! hannie squirting and creaming and gushing and bring ass wet and disgusting was something i wanted to achieve so 😋 LAP HIM UP RIGHT NOWWWW u deserve all that pussy juice

“MY DREAM FUCKING HOME IS IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS” I CANT STOP LAUGHING POOKIE ME TOO. lets be roommates (by that i mean taking turns eating hannie out) (also very very Happy that you liked the Triple Attack because they were very specific punches to the dick gut that i wanted to let out!)

and yes pookie!! after i go on this 5 day vacay im definitely gonna post smth for u >:)) STAY TUNED BECAUSE ILY !!!

thank u as always pookie anon 🫂 my anon of all time

[filmografo]

If you're still answering the ship asks: 13 and 27 (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) I love your work!!

omg yes! hi :D (from this ask game!)

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

honestly, it depends on the stage of their relationship! before astro-garden (when they were still together) kit was romantic enough to send austra digiletters daily, and austra loved hearing them. calls were regular as well. in roots in infertile soil, during kit’s trip, austra becomes a ghost she has to relearn how to live with.

Not a single digiletter in months. Not a single message, no “good luck”, not a single observation about how mortality is a weight you cannot carry by yourself. Soree says there are no rules to this. Dia, still aboard the Athena, refuses to update Kit on a person they are not friends with, refuses to be a good friend, a good confidant. On bad days, Kit thinks about finding a random compartment on the ship she refuses to call her own and hide until someone feels her absence enough to go look for her. Maybe then she’ll be real. Maybe then the density of her body will feel like it’s lessened — flightless bird, hollow bones.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

nalkita is literally soooo open about everything she will hug and kiss people when she’s happy and she’ll lock her jaw when she’s mad and her eyes speak. austra knows kit loves her way before kit first says “i love you”! that being said, astro-garden introduces a kit whose purpose in life has fundamentally changed. she will look at austra and her eyes will still be full of lovr but she will say anything but. she’s fighting against herself all the time. she’s her own worst enemy.

austra is really big on acts of service (and physical touch as well!) so she'll make kit a cup of tea, help her study for exams, clean kit’s apartment for no reason... and in astro-garden she’ll hold herself back from holding kit close and apologizing for being the biggest asshole this side of the quadrant lol!!!

thank u sooo much for the ask and for being so kind hehe ! <3

[writer-of-many-ships]

Welcome aboard the doomreed ship!!! I just read your fics and I LOVE them so much!!!!

Anyway, you can totally ignore the rest of this ask, I hope I’m not infordumping or annoying or anything but since I also got into this ship through movieverse, I thought I might introduce you to these little headcanons of mine (which again you can totally ignore them)

In King Arthur movie (2004), Ioan Gruffudd (the actor who plays Reed Richards) wears armor and it looks like Reed wearing Victor’s armor

Julian McMahon (the actor who plays Doom) starred in Charmed series where his character is a “devil evil” who had to trick his enemy into falling in love with him so that he could kill her. But it didn’t go as planned because he ended up actually falling in love with her. It’s not as simple as them living happily ever after together though because their history (their families are enemies and have been battling against each other for idk now long, maybe decades or centuries, it’s been a while since I watched the show) forbade them from being together and he still needed to kill her. He wanted to abandon his life’s purpose to be with her, but he’s coming to realize that if he truly loved her he needed to let her go and that she “deserved someone better”. It’s a tragic love story full of betrayal and pain where they both love each other but can’t be together. The point of me rambling about this? DOOMREED CHARMED AU WHERE VICTOR TRICKED REED INTO FALLING IN LOVR WITH HIM SO HE COULD KILL HIM WHEN REED’S GUARD WAS DOWN. BUT OH NO HE ACTUALLY FELL IN LOVE WITH REED???? AAAAAAAAAAA

Another, Julian McMahon as Doctor Christian Troy in Nip/Tuck series? Chefs kiss. I just think he’s extremely hot as a “sexy and naughty playboy doctor” (yes, this is literally how his character in Nip/Tuck is, sexy and naughty doctor)

Oh and did I mention Ioan Gruffudd as Doctor Henry Morgan in Forever series and Ioan as Doctor Daniel Harrow in Harrow series? Both characters are literally so Reed coded it’s insane and it’s so amazing. Henry Morgan is a medical examiner and Daniel Harrow is a pathologist so they both solve crimes through dead bodies. But like… they’re both literally so Reed Richards coded, character and personality-vise and everything. Henry is like a younger version of Reed (the one we saw in the movies) while Daniel Harrow is like a more-adult version of Reed, the funny thing is that Ioan as Daniel Harrow looks so much like how Reed looks in the comics. But like it’s not just their appearances, their characters (Henry, Harrow and Reed) have SO MANY THINGS in common in terms of personality.

A bonus is that Henry Morgan’s enemy, Adam, and Henry’s relationship with Adam also reminds me so much of DoomReed.

And that’s it for my rambling lol I hope I wasn’t being annoying. Again, love your fics and welcome aboard the ship!!!!

This was an amazing thing to wake up to!! Thank you for sharing and I didn't mind the rambling at all, I loved reading this 🥹 also glad you like the fics! I have more planned 💕

[kokkuri3]

who are lilith and adam?

Lilith is one of the protagonists of the novel I'm writing (I Dream of Eden) and Adam is their partner :) They are very important to me !!!!!!

IDoE is pretty hard to explain and I don't want to make a long post basically unprompted but basically Lilith and Adam had a close relationship with the God/s (it's complicated) of the universe but had to leave to fulfill some Cosmic Missions. (One of the) God/s was not happy about this. He wants to see Adam again. This causes Problems.

[the-amazing-simp]

the-amazing-simps’ 500 follower celebration!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! All so much for 500 followers! When I first started this blog, I wouldn’t expect that I would reach this far and I couldn’t possibly have done it without all your lovely support!

This celebration will be lasting from Sept. 25 to Oct 10. But do make sure to check out my requesting guidelines before sending asks in. You guys can send in as much asks as you want to!

🎸 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 - send me a character and scenario/dialogue prompt and I’ll write a letter to you from them.

👗 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - send me a character and an au and I’ll write a small blurb.

💌 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐰 - send me a character and a trope and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

💋 𝐫𝐞𝐝 - send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

📸 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 - send me a character and a scenario and I’ll write a small blurb for it.

🐍 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - any of the ask games (cym, fmk etc.)

💕 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - send me a character and scenario/aesthetic and I’ll make a mood board for it.

🍷𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 - send me this and a link to your fic and I’ll give an honest review on it.

❄️ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - send me a character and a song and I’ll make a blurb about it.

tagging my mutuals: @rogueharrington, @theoreticslut, @jackys-stuff-blog, @spidervee, @softtdaisy, @honeymunson, @bug-boy32, @rae-gar-targaryen, @andrews-lovr, @andrewrenaissance, @asideinitially, @mirclealignr, @reidslovely

[rancidpancakebatter]

Hello all! I reached two hundred followers. That's like so insane to me that there are two hundred of you who like what I do enough to wanna see it regularly. That's such a crazy thing! I like can’t even wrap my mind around it. 

I cannot thank you guys enough for your support, it means the world to me

All sappy declarations aside, I wanted to do something for you guys as a thanks. My ask box is always open and I would love it if you guys used it more, so for my celebration, I offer this... 

In my ask box use these:

🎵 - give me a song and a blorbo, and I’ll write something inspired by the music

🎥 - give me a famous (or not famous, maybe just one you like) TV/Movie/Book quote and its origin with a blorbo, I’ll use it as a prompt.

👤- give me a blorbo and a headcanon and I’ll flush something out for you, OR Ask about one of mine and I’ll gladly share

🖼 - Give me a fic concept or trope and/or a blorbo, and I’ll share a piece of art that reminds me of them/that

👀 - Anything you're dying to know about me, a story I've written etc? Any questions you want to ask? You can ask anything!

You're welcome to do more than one

I will write for:

TASM! Peter Parker

MCU! Peter Parker

James “Bucky" Barnes

Matt Murdock

Steven Grant/Marc Spector

(I have a thing for Marvel men, what can I say?)

Steve Harrington

Richie Tozier

I love interacting with you guys, please don’t ever feel like you are bothering me!

Here are some people who helped me along the way:

@navybrat817, @secretaccountlol, @andrews-lovr, @liz-allyn, @blooming-violets, @venus616, @withahappyrefrain, @ryswritingrecord, @remuslupinsdocs, @cherriescherriesred25, @defrosting-strawberries, @princesskittycatofmeowland, @scorpiolystoned, @sincericida

Thank you all so much, I wouldn’t be here without you :)) 

[k3rm1e]

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

  it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

  “mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

  “yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful. 

  within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

  the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

`   “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

  while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

  “yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

  “alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

  “bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

  “oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing. 

  “... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

  “oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

  “i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

  “oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

  “not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

  “what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

  “shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

  “what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

  kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

  “thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike. 

  for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

  “this food… is so… fucking good.”

  “agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

  “WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

  after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

  instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

  hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

  pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

  slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

  “uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

  “i’m fineeee”

  “no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

  “but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

  phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

  “i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

  “no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

  “but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

  above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

  “you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

  “yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

  kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

  “i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

  turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

  “i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

  laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

  you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

  a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

[kithtaehyung]

RYEN! once again I’m writing in to tell u that I LOVR YOU. I fcking love seeing yoongi’s pov of things. That shit makes my ♡ race. I already think I know how he feels about reader but then hearing him internally losing his mind is the icing on the cake I didn’t realize I needed!!! And hearing his struggles. Ugh. Poor guy is going through it in so many ways. I just need them to live in a lil bubble & be happy forever!!!!!! Hehehe anyways, I adore you & 3tan!! You always seem to post when I need it most 🥰😘 I’ll be excitedly patient waiting for 3tan9 😊 xoxo

AWHHH I LOVE YOU, TOO!!🤍 yoongi’s povs are so fun to write and I wanted to give y’all a bunch of them. I knew a lot of these were requested, too (in past drabble games and ask the 3tan cast games.)

YES. Like it’s pretty obvious already as a reader, but hearing him voice this stuff in his own head? Yeah. That shit is golden😩

And yoongi is def going through it…. Poor baby needs some love and care and who better to give it than our reader🥺 You know what’s funny? I actually missed reader while working on the interlude. So I can see why Yoongi would miss them at times, too..

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy what’s in 3tan9🥹🍊

[kaidas-daydreams]

haikyuu reverie match up for the lovely @trash-bob

kaida’s note: hi can i just say we have so much in common, like i felt like i was reading my own match up request i write to someone lol i also tried to keep this as low on spoilers as possible since you’re not fully caught up yet! i hope you enjoy! 💭

i match you with...kageyama tobio

when you both first met kageyama wasn’t very fond of you. he thought you had an issue with him because of your stoic expression that is constantly on your face snd when you’d look at him it was more of a glare, he not realizing he’s the exact same way.  he shortly realized that wasn’t the case when he heard you standing up for him, you were defending him from some of the boys from aoba johsai that were calling him “king of the court.”

he often refers you as ‘my little boke’ because of your constant zoning out but he does find it really cute and amusing, he always calls you that because of how funny you look when your bangs cover your eyes and you’re unable to see but rest assure he’s their to brush your bangs back for you and the little comes from how tiny you are compared to him.

since his sister is a hair dresser be sure that he’s been on the receiving end of getting his hair professionally washed as a practice dummy and he secretly lovres it and has no problem with you doing his hair, he’ll even do it for you as well. not to mention he knows a thing or two about braiding hair again thanks to his sister and he’ll braid your hair for you if you’re ever feeling lazy. 

he’s learned little by little how to communicate with his teammates to help build a better relationship with them and he’s notice that you also lack communication, he pushes you little by little to talk about what you’re feeling inside. he notices your change in mood right off the bat, he isn’t the best with words but he tries his best to motivate you, he’ll usually use volleyball references. he even drags you to his volleyball practices and his passion shines through his performances and he hopes that can help boost your motivation. 

he brings you a banana milk every evening after volleyball practice, he likes seeing the smile on your face as you drink your milk. you two have a ton of study dates, he needs help with his grades a lot and leans on you to help him if you have the time. when he’s not preoccupied with volleyball he will take time to get to know some of your interest since you’re always there to support him and volleyball.  

“hey tobio~” you sang catching up to your tall volleyball player boyfriend. once you caught up to him you heard him sigh causing for you to frown your eyebrows “what?” you asked placing a hand on your hip.

“my little boke” was all he said when you felt him brush your bangs back that almost covered your eyes, you blushed at his sudden action.

“how chivalrous of you” you giggled quickly giving him a kiss on the cheek to which he turned his away to hide his growing blush.

“i-i told you n-n-not to do that h-here” he said trying to recompose himself, kageyama was always easily flustered when it came to physical contact and flirtatious advances even if they do go over his head more than half of the time but you couldn’t help it. he always gave this cute nervous smile and his cheeks would always be turn red, it was different from his normal stoic face he held on a daily basis. 

“sorry won’t happen again, you have my word” you gave him a toothy smile and a wink.

“why don’t i believe you?” he narrowed his eyes at you, trying to catch that little sparkle in your eye that would indicate you were lying but nothing.

“i know, public display of affection isn’t your thing so i won’t push it on you but it’s so hard when you give cute little faces like the one from before” you reached up and pinched his cheek which left a tiny red print.

“boke, there you go again” he lightly hit you on the top of your head while you laughed.

“promise that what was the last time...until later that is” you smiled at him before skipping away. he shook his head as he watched you leave and smile began to spread across his face.

“my little boke, what would i do without you” he whispered to himself before walking to catch up to you.

[kenganparadise]

I LOVR YOU SO MUCH-- just let me tell you how much I love you cause it's a lot really like???!?!!?! Sweetie, your back must hurt because you carry two fandoms on your back❗❗❗❗

So, about request, can I request something for Gaoh Ryuki? I'm just in love with him my mind go brrrrr, maybe some dating headcanons, if that already exists, maybe an NSFW version? Like, how he is in bed, his aftercare game is good? And what his preferences are and how he would react if his s/o suggested pegging him? I'm definitely asking for a friend 👀

I gotchu fan. Thank you so much for your kind words!! I hope you enjoy!!

Gaoh Ryuki NSFW-

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

• Gaoh is a Virgin. He is going to need a looooot of guidance from his S/O because he’s got no idea what he’s doing.

• It will start by Gaoh innocently cuddling with his S/O. His face is smushed in their chest with his arms around their waist. His body is pressed up against theirs.

• His S/O will have to make the first move. It will take them a moment to rile him up. He just thinks their innocently cuddling when his S/O starts kissing his neck.

• His cock throbs in his pants. His stomach tightens. He puts his nose in his S/O’s hair to take in their scent. His dick is slowly getting harder and harder.

• He pulls away to kiss his S/O sweetly. His S/O takes his breath away in a searing kiss. By the time the kiss ends Ryuki is gasping for air.

• His dick is now uncomfortably pressed against his zipper. He’s never felt like this before. He’s desperate for stimulation.

• He’s only ever masturbated by humping a pillow till he releases in his pants. Needless to say he’s very sexually repressed and frustrated.

• Seeing his S/O take off their cloths he wants to pounce on them so bad- and he does. He helps (rips) his S/O with their clothing, stripping them down till they’re bare in front for them.

• His S/O looks down at his poor twitching cock. He’s red and swollen and desperate for stimulation. They think it’s best to not tease him too much.

• His S/O better get ready to get humped into the mattress. It’s his first time and he very eager. With some more experience and guidance from his S/O, Ryuki will get better.

• Think of it like this- he’s a blank canvas ready to learn. With some training form his S/O he’ll be whatever his beloved wants him to be.

• If his S/O brought up pegging he’d agreed with a happy smile. He’ll do anything if it means bringing his S/O pleasure.

• For the first time penetrating his S/O, his thrusts are short, quick, and shallow. He’s like a rabbit. His goal is cumming as quickly and as may times as possible.

• If his S/O is AFAB then he’ll rub their clit with quick circles. He’ll probably accidentally overstimulate them.

• He doesn’t try to muffle of hide his noises. He’s pretty loud. When he gets close to cumming he makes high pitches whimpers.

• He cums super quickly the first time. His S/O is just so warm and soft. And they look so goddam hot below him. He can’t help himself. He pulls out and cums all over their belly.

• He’s got crazy stamina so his dick gets hard again just seeing his S/O covered in his cum. He puts his dick in them again. Only If his S/O would let him- over and over again will he buck into them and pull out and cum on their belly. He’ll make a pretty mess out of them.

• Afterwards it’s bath time. He washes his S/O’s body. Then afterwards he and his S/O are completely exhausted. He showers their body in kisses and love.

• He’s definitely a quick learner. It won’t take much time at all for him to catch on. The first time it’s all about him, but after that it’s all about his S/O. Their pleasure is what he cares about.

• He’ll take a very long time learning about his S/O’s body and what makes them tic. He’ll go along with any of his S/O’s kinks and fetishes. Though he himself is pretty Vanilla.

• He’s got a very high libido. He has been very sexually repressed for his whole life. Now he’s met someone that can help set him free.

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Pomegranate

Part One

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: gang activity, drinkng

Summary: A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone with a modern mob twist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Stephanie has spent the first twenty four years of her life sht in away from the world by her worriesome mother, who refuses to let anyone hurt her daughter after her lovr abandoned them. But when Harry Styles, one of the big three Olympi ‘brothers’, stumbles upon her, he has to have her, at whatever cost

A/N: I really loved this one. It’s one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE send me feedback, questions and asks are always appreciated. Love you all!

“What if the real story was completely different? What if it was Persephone in control and not Hades at all? What if she was bored of the flowers, discontent with her situation and wanted to make more of her life than the grass and trees could offer her?” 

-Nikita Gill

24 years ago

Demetra shook as the tears rolled down her face. Her fingers flexing on the steering wheel as she watched Zeke kiss Hellen again. Every look of fondness, every touch, was another stab to her broken heart. 

She watched them enter their home, as the door shut all the promises he had made to her falling down all around her, she placed a hand on her swelling belly, rubbing in smooth and slow circles. She hated him. She hated men. 

“I promise you little one….You will never ever feel this pain.” she narrowed her eyes as she put her car in drive. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Present Day

“Find me in the garden there, meet my eyes with lovely stare, take my heart and take my love, a wonder of my life,” Stephanie sang quietly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today was an important day for her and she wanted to look her best, it was the day her mother would be bringing her into the family business and teaching her how to run it. She gazed at her face in the ornate gold mirror on her vanity, studying her features, trying to gauge if she looked like a mature woman or rather a scared little girl. 

She felt like a scared little girl.

The family business was ruthless, cutthroat. And she had never been one for cruelty, she had a kind soul as her mother would say. But a kind soul could weaken the Kingdom they built, and as a woman, this high up, anyone was looking for an excuse to snatch the Kingdom keys from them. 

Stephanie had never been told exactly what it was her mother did, but she knew people feared her. Overhearing phone conversations and hiding under the table at dinner parties, she heard the way people spoke to her and the way she spoke to them. She knew what her mother did was dangerous and she knew it was a big responsibility for her, to make sure she held the Kingdom up with as much grace and cutthroat as her mother did. 

She just wasn’t sure she had it in her.

“Never trust men. Men are cruel, evil. Once they get what they want from you, they toss you aside.” her mother brushed her fingers along Stephanie’s cheek fondly. “That’s why I have to keep you hidden away. To keep you safe.”

Her mother’s words rang in her mind.

She never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. The only thing she knew was that he headed an organization that worked in conjunction with theirs. She didn’t know if he knew of her existence or if he and her mother ever worked directly together. Any attempts to ask about him were shut down swiftly and harshly. 

“Stephanie?” her mother’s voice rang through the door, accompanied by a light knock. Stephanie stood, smoothing down her pink and yellow sundress as Demetra opened the door. “Oh look at you.” she smiled wide, making Stephanie feel proud, Demetra locked her arm through her daughter’s, pulling her out of the room. “Are you excited today?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go out and see what you do.” Demetra was an overprotective mother. When Zeke, Stephanie’s father, went back to his wife and abandoned them, she vowed her daughter would never experience the hurt and rejection she had faced. And so, Stephanie had been homeschooled, had limited access to the outside world and people. Her friends were her books and her films. She had been hidden away. 

A guard stood outside the front door, and one stood next to a white buick with the backdoor open. Stephanie held her mother’s hand as they walked to the car. 

“Hi!” Stephanie said pleasantly, the guard only nodded, shutting the door after Demetra climbed in beside her daughter. 

“The Warehouse please.” she said to the driver. The man started the car and Stephanie looked outside with fascination. 

“I’ve never left the property before.” she said absentmindedly, Demetra only smiled, extending her hand to her daughter. 

“I know you’ve waited years for this.”

-*-*-*-

“What do you mean you can’t find him Niall? That’s your job.” Harry turned away from the boxer practicing, he was going to ring necks if someone didn’t find Hayden, and they better find him fast. 

“Look all I know is that Amelia said he was going to Demetra to drop some product off and then he’s going to Zeke. I can text Zeke-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, grabbing his coat, Alan was a winner, he would be the one to bet on in the fight so he wasn’t worried. Business before pleasure. “I’ll go to Demetra’s Warehouse, maybe catch him outside.” he ended the call after Niall said good bye. 

Harry had been apart of the Olympi Gang since he came to America. It felt like years ago he’d arrived with dreams of being a musician, but rejection after rejection left him heartbroken and destitute. That’s when he’d met Louis, another Brit from Doncaster,a sassy motherfucker who had helped him learn how to navigate the streets and do what needed to be done to survive. His initiation had been one hell of a beating, but he got that OG tattoo the very next day, busted eye lid, cracked ribs and all. The pain had been worth it. He’d moved up quickly, hustling with his good looks and charm. Zeke had said he was born for this when he finally made him one of the ‘brothers’. He was the youngest-by years. But he had  sharp tongue and a wisdom of the streets that couldn’t be matched. He couldn’t even remember why he really came here in the first place. 

But only sometimes.

Demetra’s territory was on the other side of the city. Rural area. The last place you’d expect major operations like theirs to go down. But she had a green thumb, and worked her magic in gardens, growing vegetables and fruits, grains, flowers, she single handedly fed the city with her crops, having bought out all the farming land. It was the perfect cover. 

-*-*-*-

The car pulled into the warehouse parking lot. ‘Demeter Organics’ was painted in bright red above the warehouse doors, trucks were being loaded, people were walking about here and there. Stephanie was excited and amazed, she had never seen so many people in her life. 

“Come on sweetheart,” Demetra said, touching her daughter’s arm lightly as the car door was opened. Stephanie followed her mother out, taking her hand once again as Demetra led the way into the warehouse. 

Stephanie was amazed. It was huge, large fluorescent lights hanging overhead, people standing at tables or on forklifts, lifting and loading boxes, shelves stacked high with an assortment of things. As Stephanie looked around she could see many of the people were manufacturing weapons. Demetra cleared her throat, grabbing her daughter’s attention. 

“I know this must all be overwhelming for you,” she said, walking Stephanie down between the isles of workers. No one dared look up, everyone continuing to work hard as they walked by. “I want you to know I’m not a bad person. When your father and I started this years ago...This,” she waved at the workers around them. “Is what we had to do to survive. To thrive….All of it for you.” She smiled at her daughter. “But as the years past I was able to step out on my own. To create something of great value to this city and the world.” The stopped outside another door. Demetra turned to Stephanie, taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “Are you ready?” she asked. Stephanie’s hard was pounding. 

“Im ready mom.” a guard opened the door behind them. It creaked and groaned as it moved, the warm summer breeze hitting Stephanie’s face, as sunlight shone in. 

“Welcome to the garden Stephie,” her mother pulled her outside. 

Two large greenhouses stood side by side. Men in white suits with netted hats, tended to bees just to the left of them and beyond that was fields of vegetation. Tractors pulled and people picked fresh food and flowers, working at benches to clean and package the fruit. The smell in the air, the heavy scent of flower perfumes invaded her senses. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. 

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered in awe. Demetra wrapped an arm around her, kissing the side of her head. 

“I know I’ve been difficult. But everything I’ve done was to protect you.” She let go of her. “But now I think you’re old enough. All this,” she waved a hand at the beauty around her. “It’s yours. The workers work for you. Everything but the business deals and contracts you are in control of.” She looked around in wonder. 

“Thank you momma.” she hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Demetra.” Stephanie turned her head to see an older woman with thinning white hair and wrinkles walked up to them. She shook Demetra’s hand, before turning her grey eyes to Stephanie. “You must be Stephanie. Pretty as a lily you are,” her hand felt rough and hard, she was a woman used to hard laboring.

“Hello,” Stephanie chirped with a grin. Demetra watched her daughter with fondness. 

“This is Annabeth. She’ll be working directly under you. Whenever you have a question or need something go to her.” Stephanie nodded, glancing behind her mother to see a security guard approaching. 

“Ms. Demetra, Hayden is here to see you.” Demetra let go of her daughter. 

“Alright. Set him in my office,” she touched Stephanie’s cheek gently. “Are you going to be alright?” Stephanie nodded, stepping back away from her mother. 

“I’ll be fine. I want to explore the garden if that’s alright?” Demetra chuckled.

“Of course.I’ll find you when we’re done.”

-*-*-*-

Harry pulled up at the back of the Warehouse. Whenever he came to visit Demetra, he always went through the garden entrance. Something about it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe it had to do with his mom, he wasn’t sure, but Demetra could be a handful and he needed the walk to relax. 

Soft giggling met his ears when he shut the car door. It was a beautiful sound, like a melody.  he looked over into the sunflowers, blooming proudly and felt himself take in a sharp breath. 

The girl was like a vision. He watched as she walked through the flowers, touching them gently, with reverence, her long dark curls flowing behind her. She was barefoot, in a pink and yellow dress, it was the simplest thing, and it made his heart pound. Never had he felt that way before. 

He didn’t realize he had approached her until she gasped, startled by his appearance. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, she had beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips that were turned down as she frowned at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, “It’s alright.” he liked that it met her eyes, he watched her visibly relax. “Do you work here? In the garden?” he shook his head. 

“No. Actually I’m here to see Demetra.” he stepped closer, unable to keep much distance from her. There was something warm and safe about her. He wanted to be around her and feel like this always. 

“She’s talking with Hayden right now.” So he is here. That was good. Harry could see the freckles beneath her eyes, that crossed the bridge of her nose. His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, caress her face, play with her hair. Was this what love at first sight was? He hoped so. He smiled down at her. It was small and private. Just for her. 

"What is your name?" He asked, reaching up to brush his fingers against her rosy cheek. He couldn't help it, he hadn't meant to. But there was something about her that made him weak. Weak in the knees. He would do whatever she asked, no request was to great.

"Stephanie. I'm Demetra's daughter."

"Oh?" He was surprised, "I didn't know she had a daughter." The girl blushed, looking away from him and down at her feet. She was good. So sweet.

"She kept me hidden very well." There was slight pause, he studied her features, big brown doe eyes, looking anywhere but at him, soft pink, pillowy lips, long lashes, she had the cutest little nose, golden brown skin. She was soft. He wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

"Look at me little one." He put his finger under her chin, tilting her face to look up at him. Their eyes met once more and he watched as her body visibly relaxed at his touch. She was astounding. "You are....a masterpiece." He leaned down, nose brushing against hers. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest-

"Steph!" Harry pulled back sharply as she whipped her head around. Hayden was making his way towards them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Hayden," Stephanie's cheeks were full on red with embarrassment now, hands clasped behind her back. Hayden put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Your mother asked me to take you to Hollyn. We've been looking for you." He turned his eyes to Harry, stood expressionless. "Harry."

"Hayden....please come see me after you're done here with Demetra. I have some packages for you." His expression changed when he looked back as Stephanie, it softened. "It was lovely to meet you my dear." She smiled. It was breath taking.

"Likewise Mr. Styles." Hayden steered her away, back into the large warehouse, once out of earshot, he gripped her arm.

"You listen to me Stephie. You stay away from him. Understand?"

"But he was so nice. He was kind. Why?"

"Just remember your mother's teachings. And stay away from that man."

Harry called Zeke as soon as he got into his car.

"What?" Zeke's tone was annoyed, Harry heard the whimpering of some poor fool in the background.

"Did you know Demetra had a daughter?" He asked, he heard the sound of bones cracking and a scream of agony.

"Yes. She's my daughter. What of it?" Harry felt his blood run cold. It had taken him years as an affiliate to gain the position he had now, as one of the kingpins of this organization, but he still worked under Zeke. He would have to be careful.

"Nothing I just....I was surprised is all." He finally said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Zeke asked, a fondness Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Harry? Do you like where you are? Your position in my family?"

"Yes. I'm grateful for it. I worked hard you know that."

"I do." Zeke hummed. "So let me give you some advice. You want to last long with us, you stay away from my daughter."

-*-*-*-

The ride to Hollyn’s house was quiet.” Stephanie thought about what Hayden had said. He didn’t press the issue and when they said good bye to her mother he didn’t mention their encounter with Harry Styles. So she kept silent, hand on her chin, gazing out the window and soaking in the new sights all around her. 

Hollyn lived in a little cottage in a neat suburban area. There was a lake and forest behind her house. When Stephanie was little she would bring trinkets and spells for her that she made herself. And pictures of the cottage so she could picture it in her mind. She was a self proclaimed witch and healer but was also Stephanie’s God mother and dearest friend. 

“We’re here.” Hayden said. He pulled up beside the cottage. It was cobblestoned, ivy climbing high up the side, the terrace wrapped in blood red roses, shrubs covered the front yard, a willow tree hanging over the roof. And fairy lights, leading all the way up to the house. 

“Wow.” Stephanie whispered, going to unbuckle her seatbelt. 

“Stephi.” Hayden put his hand over hers, she looked up into his hazel eyes. “You know...I’ve known you for years...what I said about Harry...I just want to keep you safe.” Stephanie leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly. 

“I know Hayden. My mom couldn’t have gotten on without you. I love you too.” With that she hopped out of the car, bounding up the steps to her Godmother’s house.

-*-*-*-

“Did you know Demetra had a daughter?” Harry asked Niall. They sat in his living room, watching football, Niall shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. 

“I mean, doesn’t everyone in this bloody gang have kids?” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“I’m serious.” He couldn’t get her out of his head. “Nobody even knew. How fucking crazy is that? She kept her hidden.”

“Not to be an ass but why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” Harry defended, he could feel himself blushing, Niall giving him a knowing smile. He licked his lips. “She’s Zeke’s daughter.” Niall raised his eyebrows at that. 

“My advice as your friend then...stay the hell away from her H. That can and will only bring trouble.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Harry snorted. “I just wondered if you knew.” They watched the rest of the game quietly, only commenting on it here and there. When it was over Niall stood up to leave. 

“You doin’ the ball thing tonight?” Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he was. He was one of the Big Three. Any major event he would be in attendance. “You bringing Marlene with you?” Marlene. The girl he fucked on the regular. Not his girlfriend, but familiar enough she usually went with him to events like the Ball.

“Of course.” Harry said. Niall gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Just checking.” 

Alone with himself Harry’s thoughts went back to Stephanie. The way his stomach flipped when he pictured her face made his hands twitch. Why did he have to want the one person he could never have.

-*-*-*-

 “Welcome home Stephi.” Hollyn said, embracing her Goddaughter gently. Stephanie held onto her, breathing in the familiar smells of Frankincense and lavender. She felt like she was home. 

Hollyn was older, around Demetra’s age. Her hair was jet black, tight curls that ran down her between her shoulder blades, and was always frizzy. Never one for makeup, her skin was smooth and soft, albeit there were some crows feet around her brown eyes. She always wore tank tops and long flowing skirts, gems dangled off her body. She was the most magical person Stephanie knew. 

The house smelled of patchouli and sage. Plants grew and hung all over the place. Stephanie felt an odd calmness fall over her as Hollyn led her to the living room. She took the Laz-boy, while Hollyn sat on the couch. 

“So how are you? Today was your first day off the grounds.” Hollyn smiled. She loved Demetra dearly, but felt her helicopter parenting style was harmful. It broke her heart to never be able to take Stephi anywhere. A real life Rapunzel, except her mother wasn’t evil, just afraid.

“It was so exciting!” Stephanie gushed, her face lighting up. She talked about the garden and her mother believing she could do a good job managing it and how she couldn’t wait to get started. 

“It’s all so new I just...I want her to be proud.” Hollyn smiled.

“I’m glad Stephi. Truly.” 

“Hollyn?” Stephanie asked nervously. “Do you know who Harry Styles is?” she watched Hollyn stiffen, she sighed, setting her cup of tea down. 

“I do….You met him today?” Stephanie nodded. “You like him don’t you?”

“N...No! Of course not!” Hollyn chuckled, amused at how red her Goddaughter’s face went. 

“I would never tell you what to do. You’re a woman now. You make your choices but,” Hollyn lifted a finger, a small smile on her lips. “I caution you my dear. Just be careful. I’ve heard things. Though I’ve never met him, so who’s to say they’re true. I just ask you to use your head as well as your heart.” 

“You make it sound like we’re dating.” Stephanie said playfully. Hollyn shrugged. 

“Call it an old woman’s intuition.” she laughed. “Now,” she stood up, walking around to extend her hand to Stephanie. “Did your mother tell you why I wanted you here?” she shook her head. “The Summer ball is tonight. And you, my darling, are going.” Hollyn flinched as Stephanie let out a squeal, throwing herself at her Godmother. 

“How many strings did you have to pull?!” Hollyn nuzzled Stephanie’s nose affectionately. 

“A true witch never tells.”

-*-*-*-

Harry checked himself over in the mirror. A lavender colored suit with black velvet flower designs. He liked this one a lot. He was adjusting his pants when a soft knock on the door let him know his date had arrived. 

Marlene was a lower level dealer, but she was cute and they had met at a party about a year or so back. She was blonde, with green eyes and beautiful red lips. Some likened her to Marilyn Monroe. Harry didn’t really care, she was a good fuck. 

“Hey.” Marlene leaned up to kiss him, sighing when he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, but he wasn’t into it. Stephanie’s face flashed in his mind and he wondered what it would be like if he had kissed her. How soft would her lips be?

“Hello love,” Harry said, pulling back to take a look at her. Red bodycon dress, with matching pumps and a clutch, didn’t really match him, but they weren’t a thing so that didn’t matter. 

“You ready to go?” she asked. “The driver is waiting downstairs. Harry nodded, locking his apartment behind him. 

The balls were usually held at Zeke and Hellen’s home. A mansion on the outskirts of town in a gated community. Harry could have been their neighbor. But he liked his little loft apartment and the noise the city made at night.It was his lullaby. 

The house was already bustling with activity, lights shining in the driveway as couples chatted, and butlers served horderves. The gang would have these parties once every season, to bring the ‘family’ all together and to discuss how the business was running,the profit turns and fatalities. 

Hollyn squeezed Stephanie’s hand as their car pulled up outside of Zeke and Hellen’s house. 

“You look beautiful.” Hollyn complimented her. Stephanie took a shaky breath.

“I’m nervous.” she confessed. Hollyn chuckled, brushing hair back out of her Goddaughter’s face. 

“Don’t be. You’ve got this.”

The Ball was in full swing. Harry stood with Marlene on his hip, talking politely with Zayn and his girlfriend. A few more minutes of chatter and maybe he could convince Marlene it was time for them to head back to his place. He had some big shipments coming up and exhaustion wouldn’t be an excuse if he fucked things up. 

“Oh my God.” Gigi gasped, she was pointing at someone behind the group. “Who’s that?” when Harry turned, he had to force his jaw not to drop to the floor. 

It was Stephanie, Demetra’s daughter, coming down the staircase with Hollyn, arm in arm. She wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went just above the knee on the left side. It looked soft, like it was made of silk, white sandals on her feet, her toes and fingers painted a baby pink. Her hair was pulled into a simple messy, but classy bun and the only makeup he could see on her face was the ruby red lip stain on her lips.

Stephanie’s heart was pounding as she ascended the stairs with her Godmother. She held onto Hollyn tightly, terrified she would fall over. She could feel the eyes on her and when she did look up she saw a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at her, her heart fluttered and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Harry looked as handsome as he had in trousers, a black t shirt and sunglasses. She couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. And her stomach flipped when he gave her the tiniest smile back and winked.

[croatian-nt]

Mafia au-Part five

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Livi/Bruno

Word Count: 3417

Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, threats of violence and torture, mentions of broken bones

Notes: I apologize for the longer wait for this part, last week has been a bit hectic and this chapter was supposed to be from Suba’s pov but I legit scrapped it bc this made more sense so. Yeah. Here it is at last. As always, thank you @lovren-la-vida-luka for editing this, you are a life saver. To everyone else, enjoy :)

Livi

 Livi was pacing. He was well aware that Bruno was getting more agitated by the second, but he couldn't help it. It helped him think. And there was one question that kept bothering him.

 How did Josip know there would be a shooting at the gallery? 

 Josip was only a byki, and he wouldn't know if someone from high up ordered an assassin. Unless, it wasn't an assassin, and someone from the mafia decided to do the job themselves, which either meant it was personal, or they didn't want anyone to find out. Or both. 

 Livi shivered, despite the fact that he wasn't cold. He could only imagine this kill being personal for one person. Suba.

 He closed his eyes and pulled on his hair, hoping the pain will make him concentrate. 

 Why would he want to kill Luka, after all this time? What could have Luka possible have done that- suddenly that train of thought ground to a halt and Livi froze with it, stopping his pacing. 

 He started training Livi. Throwing knives, catching them. Making Livi show him how Lovre and Suba taught him to fight. He was training him to fight them. 

 And Livi talked about it to Josip. 

 Livi leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling sick. Luka was using him, preparing him to take out people he used to call his family. And Josip... Josip might have reported everything he said to Suba. 

 Livi was certain his legs were going to give out under him.

 "Livi? Livi!" Bruno's voice and his hand on his shoulder got him out of his frozen state. 

 He turned around, but just enough to hug Bruno and bury his face in his neck. He willed himself to concentrate on Bruno's heartbeat, to let it calm him down, but he couldn't stop his thoughts from spiraling. 

 If Suba planned this,and Josip knew he wanted Luka dead, why send him a message? Was it regret or...

 They didn't know about Bruno. They didn't know Bruno would convince him to call Šime. So what did they know? 

 Livi closed his eyes, trying to see himself through his best friend's eyes. What would he expect him to do? What would Livi do, two years ago?

 He would go alone. And arrive just in time to be killed as well. 

 This time his legs did give out and he clung desperately to Bruno not to fall. Bruno caught him, carefully carrying him to the couch, and then lifted his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

 "Please tell me what's going on, Dominik. You are scaring me."

 Damn. Livi knew it was serious when his boyfriend used his full name, but as much as he wanted to share everything with him, he didn't even know where to begin. And should he even tell him? What if Bruno gets killed as well, just because Livi got him involved in all this?

 "Don't do that."

 Livi snapped his gaze back to Bruno, raising his eyebrows. He still wasn't sure if he could speak without his voice betraying him.

 "Don't shut me out and deal with whatever is going through your head alone. And before you say it, I don't care if you think it's better for me that way - that's not your decision to make. I am your boyfriend, please let me in. Let me help you."

 And Livi told him everything. He didn't plan to, but when he started talking, it all just poured out of him, and as he talked he realized how many secrets he was actually carrying. 

 He told Bruno why he really defected, how the only other people who knew that were Luka, Dalić and Josip. How he and Josip stayed in touch. How he suspected Luka had ulterior motives for training him. And how he thinks Suba wanted Luka dead because of that.

 The silence rang loudly in Livi's ears after he finished his speech. He was too scared to look at Bruno, but the longer the silence stretched, the more his anxiety grew. 

 "So what do you plan to do?" 

 Of all the questions Livi was anticipating, that was not one of them.

 "What? After all that, that's the only thing you are going to ask?"

 Bruno shrugged, and squeezed Livi's fidgeting hands between his.

 "That's the only one that matters right now. I mean, I'm not going to lie, this is a lot to take in. But I trust you, especially after you trusted me with all of this. But, from what you told me, we can't really trust anyone else, and we need to act quickly. So... what do you plan to do?"

 Livi chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. He grabbed his phone - the one he used to talk to Josip. But he didn't dial the number or start typing a message. He just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. 

 Bruno stood up, letting go off Livi's hands. Livi already felt cold.

 "If you'd prefer me to leave so you can talk to him..."

 "No!" Livi shouted, startling both of them. 

 Bruno stared at him, willing him to tell him what he decided. What he wanted. Whose side he was choosing. Livi was so tired of choosing.

 "I am just..." Livi sighed, ruffling his hair. “I am so tired of choosing." 

 Unable to bear the sight of the screen any longer, Livi threw the phone. It fell to the floor with a loud thud, followed by a silence that stretched for a long, long moment as he stared at it.

 And then Bruno walked over and gently took Livi's hand in his, rubbing soothing circles in his palm.

 "Then don't. Just choose this… choose us. There is no right or wrong here anymore. We both know better than that."

 Livi turned his head to the side, trying to make sure that he got what Bruno was saying.

 "What do you mean?"

 "I mean... we could disappear. We need two days max, just to pack everything and leave. We’ll figure out where we’re going on the way, and I can easily get us everything we need."

 Livi met Bruno's fierce, unwavering gaze. Livi saw Bruno as his anchor, but he sometimes forgot he could be a storm as well. 

 "But your sister..."

 Bruno smiled, shaking his head.

 "It would be better for her to get away from this city as well. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where there are no sides to pick." 

 Livi could see that life, so perfectly clearly in front of his eyes. A life that he wanted so badly growing up. And Bruno was offering him all that on a silver plate. And yet...

 Livi squeezed Bruno's hand tighter.

 "I want that, I swear I do. This isn't a no. Just a not yet."

 Bruno nodded, but Livi could see his face fall slightly. To anyone else, the change in expression would have been undetectable, but Livi knew each feature of this man’s face like the back of his hand, and the almost imperceptible droop of his eyes and mouth sent a pang of guilt through Livi’s chest. He closed the distance between them and kissed Bruno slowly, trying to put all of his love and gratitude into that kiss. Once they parted, Livi pressed their foreheads together, looking intensely into Bruno’s eyes.

 "I just need to know first. I need to know if my best friend lied to me all this time. And I need to know if my dad-" Livi realized his mistake, and quickly tried to swallow a lump in his throat, "if Suba ordered a hit on me. I need to know, before I move on. Or I will carry my past wherever we go." 

 It was Bruno who kissed him this time. Livi pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He wanted to have this moment frozen in time and keep it forever. He wanted to forget about right and wrong, about choices, about a murky past and uncertain future and everything inbetween. Just for one perfect moment.

 Neither of them said anything for a moment after they parted. Bruno gently stroked Livi's cheek with his thumb and then pressed one more quick kiss against his lips. 

 “So for the third damn time,” Bruno said with a hint of a smile, “what's the plan?"

 Livi grabbed the phone from the floor and took a deep breath. 

 "First, we find out what's really going on. One way or another."

 ***

 Livi tried not to think about all the things that could go wrong. If Josip suspected anything and didn’t arrive alone, the whole plan would fall to pieces.

 He looked around the apartment while he waited. It looked almost the same as it did when he left it two years ago, just emptier and with dust heavily settled over everything. The comfortable brown couch stood in the same place, and while some of the furniture was turned over, probably in search for clues after his disappearance, it still looked too similar to how he left it for his liking.

 The front doors opened with a soft click and Livi froze in his hiding spot, tensely waiting. Josip entered the room and Livi held his breath for a heartbeat, and then another. Nobody came in after him. Livi exhaled.

 And then he grabbed his gun, and ignoring the guilt churning in his stomach, pointed it at Josip, stepping into the room. 

 "Don't move," Livi said, making Josip spin around to face him.

 He eyed the gun in Livi's steady hands, and Livi could practically feel him calculating the distance between them and how fast he could disarm him. Too bad Livi counted on that.

 "Don't bother. We both know I can shoot much faster than you can move, and I don't think you want a bullet wound."

 Josip pressed his lips into a thin line, slowly raising his arms in surrender. 

 "What the fuck are you doing, Dominik?"

 Livi almost laughed at the use of his name - no one except Bruno really used it, unless they were mad at him. He supposed pointing a gun at someone was a good enough reason to be mad, though.

 "Getting some answers. How did you know about the shooting at the gallery?"

 Josip paled, and his hands twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to fidget. Or reach for Livi's gun.

 "Didn't we have an agreement about not asking each other about what we do and what we know? So no one can gain the upper hand?"

 Livi cocked his gun, and the sound rang in the silence. 

 "Tell me how you knew about the shooting or the next question I will ask will be if you'd prefer me to shoot you in the leg or in the arm first."

 Josip clenched his jaw, and focused on Livi, analyzing him for a moment. Probably calculating how likely he was to pull the trigger. 

 Livi felt numb. The only thing he concentrated on was the weight of the gun in his hands, and his steady breathing. Nothing more, nothing less. It was a trick Suba taught him when was younger. Focus on things you can control, and let them ground you. 

 "I was supposed to be a backup, if anything happened. The plan changed last minute," Josip bit his lip, "but something was off about the whole thing. 

 "Off how?"

 "Off like... it was very rushed. Sloppy almost. Kalinić wanted it to be over with quickly-"

 Josip's speech got interrupted by the doors slamming open and Livi, in his startled state, took about two seconds to turn and aim his gun at the intruder and shoot. Too slow. 

 He missed. 

 The man moved so fast Livi didn't recognize him at first. Not until they both stood opposite each other, each looking down the barrel of the other’s gun. 

 His long blond hair pulled into a ponytail and the way he held a gun were unmistakable. Domagoj Vida. Shit.

"Livi. Put the gun down. You really don't want to make this worse for yourself."

 Livi tightened his hold on his weapon.

 "Make what worse for myself? What exactly did I do to make you decide to point your gun at me?"

If he was being honest, he was stalling. It wasn't hard to guess why Domo was here. Livi acted too suspicious lately, leaving too many clues for someone to pick up.

 Knowing information he shouldn't, then showing up with backup to save Luka from the hospital... he was getting sloppy and someone - either Luka or Dalić, he supposed - caught on. Stupid. 

 "Luka told me to keep an eye on you. That you might be getting information from people," Domo titled his head towards Josip, "that you shouldn't even talk to anymore. And it seems he was right."

 Livi clenched his teeth, studying the man in front of him. He’d seen Domo fight a few times, so he knew what he was dealing with. He was brutal and reckless, but his main goal was to cause damage. Which meant his blows wouldn't be as precise as Livi's. If he could give a few precise hits fast enough...

 "He didn't specify if I should deliver you and your friend dead or alive though. Which is unusual, but I’m taking it to mean it’s up to me, so you might think about what you are going to do."

 Livi's blood froze in his veins as something clicked in his head. There was no way Luka could have said that. Livi spoke to Šime before all of this mess and Luka was asleep. And if he did that after he woke up, there’s no way Domo would have the time to follow him here.

 Someone was setting him up. Livi couldn't think past the roaring of blood in his ears. Josip's words from earlier echoed in his ears. Kalinić. His brother was somehow involved in all this, but he couldn't have ordered Domo… not unless he had help from someone from their side. 

 Livi pushed all of his thoughts and suspicions aside, acknowledging that he really didn't have the time to think about this right now. He needed to focus on keeping himself - and possibly Josip – alive for now. 

 Domo glanced at Josip for the briefest second, but that was all Livi needed. 

 He threw himself forward, knocking Domo's gun out of his hands, but losing his in the process as well. They both scrambled for their weapons and landed clumsily on the floor with Livi on top of Domo.

 "Run!" he shouted to Josip, which earned him a hard punch in the mouth for his moment of distraction.

 Pain spread through his jaw and he tasted blood from his split lip. He jabbed Domo in the ribs with his elbow, and by the crack and the grunt of the pain, he probably broke at least one. 

 Domo retaliated by kicking him square in the solar plexus, and Livi gasped, trying to catch his breath through the sharp pain. Domo pushed him off, and Livi rolled on the floor, barely getting up in time to stop Domo's next blow.

 He blocked the punch, but wasn't fast enough to stop Domo from grabbing his wrist as he did so, slamming his left hand to the wall. The sickening crack and pain that erupted from his wrist told him it was broken. Well shit. 

 Livi reached blindly with his right hand, grabbing the first thing on the counter next to him and slamming it into his opponent’s head. He saw that it had been a vase, but it shattered as it connected with Domo, sending shards of ornately painted ceramic clattering to the floor. 

 Livi pushed him away hard and Domo stumbled, shaking his head to stay conscious. Livi didn't give him a chance to recover - he jumped, spun in the air and kicked Domo right in the head. The blond dropped to the floor with a loud thud, and then there was silence. Livi's breath was ragged, but he didn't have the time to get it under control. 

 He grabbed his and Domo's gun from the floor and ran to the door. Bruno was waiting for him with a parked car and his eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend. Livi realised that he probably looked awful, with blood on his face and his left wrist hanging limply. 

 "Drive!" Livi ordered as soon as he sat in the car and Bruno complied, eyeing him nervously.

 Bruno was about to say something but Livi interrupted him again. 

 "Not to our apartment. Drive to the safehouse where Luka and Ante are. If I am right, they are equally in danger as I am."

 Livi reached for his phone, hissing in pain as he remembered his left hand wasn't functional at the moment. 

 "What danger? Livi, what's going on?" Bruno asked, gripping the wheel tighter. 

 "No time to explain, sorry" Livi said, dialing Šime's number, "I need to call Šime and tell him he needs to be there as well. Something is very, very wrong."

 Before Livi could press call though, something else happened. Josip was calling him. He never called him on this phone unless it was an emergency, but Livi supposed this whole situation was one. He answered immediately.

 "Josip? Are you alright?"

 "Yes," The other man's voice was breathless from running, "I needed to check if you were alive. I am almost at the main house now but, God, Livi what the fuck was that?"

 Livi sighed, not being sure what to say. How could he even explain when he wasn't sure what was going on?

 "I am not sure myself. Just...be careful, alright?"

 "There is something else that I need to tell you. I remembered-"

Josip's voice was suddenly cut off, and Livi could hear distant voices and shouting from the background. What was going on?

 "Who is this?" a different voice asked sharply.

 Livi's heart stopped for a moment, his blood turning to ice. This voice was all too familiar… a voice that he had been hearing almost his whole life. The voice of his brother. Lovre.

 "Lovre?" 

 The question escaped him without his permission and he wanted to kick himself instantly? What kind of stupid idiot...

 "Livi," Lovre's voice was icy, and he didn't ask, he knew it was him, "I see you found a way to keep tabs on us. Congratulations."

 Livi gripped the phone tighter, his breath catching in his throat. Hearing his brother’s cold, detached tone hurt him more than he thought possible, even after all this time. 

 "I hope you got all the information you needed. Your friend Posavec might be... otherwise preoccupied for a while. A little tied up, one could say."

 Livi could practically hear the sadistic smirk on Lovre’s face, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Images of Josip being tortured flashed through his mind, making him feel so nauseous that he thought he was going to throw up right then and there.

 "But since I’m such a good brother, I'll give you a choice. If you show up in the next 48 hours, I'll let him live. If you don't... well I’m sure you get the idea, but I'll send you a video just to make sure."

 Livi breathed in sharply, biting his already split lip until blood was all he could taste. His head was spinning.

 "Lovre, wait! You can't-"

 A dull beep told him the line had gone dead, and he let the phone slip through his shaking fingers. God, what had he done?

 He glanced at Bruno, who, by the look on his face, was definitely still looking for answers of his own. His mind quickly went through Luka, Šime and Ante's possible reactions, and realised that he knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone from the footwell and opened a new text message… Bruno couldn't hear this conversation. 

 I need your help. Text me as soon as you wake up. 

 Livi had hoped to be able to talk to Luka in person about this, but the way things were going, he didn't want to risk it. 

 Livi smiled bitterly. Who better to ask how to fight his brother, than the person who’d been training him for that exact situation for months?

 With that thought, Livi's exhaustion and injuries finally caught up with him and he fell back into his seat, drifting off into a turbulent sleep.

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