#a-tangled-pineapple

[haletostilinski]

Hi! I hate to bother you but you are one of the only Sterek shippers out there I could think to ask. My friend and I have been going crazy trying to remember the name of an old Sterek fic where Stiles goes out of the country to visit Derek and take a break from the pressures of Beacon Hills. Derek is living in a small apartment and they buy an expresso machine that takes up most the counter, they of course get together and then it's time for Stiles to leave and he breaks Derek's heart by saying he has to go. Stiles breaks down in the airport bathroom on the phone to his dad and his dad tells him to stay so he goes back to Derek's and is in the hallway when he gets home from grocery shopping. There is an epilogue to where his dad comes to visit them and they are thriving. We can remember almost everything about the story but the author and name of it! If you or any of your followers recognize it, we would appreciate it so much. We'd really love to read it again!

Thank so much!

I unfortunately am not familiar with this fanfic - but it sounds interesting and I'd love to read it as well, if any of my followers know it? If you do, please reply to this and/or message me 😘

[viahiptop]

is it driving anyone else mad that when you leave your house on eternity isle everyone spawns in random locations? having your companion appear halfway across the map and watching them sprint through the jungle to you 😭

[occulticfae]

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🔮Just give it to them dude. † request accepted

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[ttaibhse]

hello. does everyone like my pineapple

[cal-flakes]

could you maybe do reader using her safe word with dealer!rafe ,, love your writing you are amazing

<3333

╰┈➤ safe word w rafe

warnings: smut, overstimulation, use of safe word, fluff after.

summary: y/n uses the safe word for the first time.

her thighs had been trembling for what felt like hours as tears cascaded down her face continuously. her hands tangled in his hair as he lapped at her folds, circling her clit with his thumb.

the overstimulation invaded her senses as her frame vibrated underneath his rough grip. the sheet beneath her was soaked with tears, perspiration and cum. his need to please her was endless, and sometimes too much to handle.

her thoughts were cloudy, unable to speak or think. her chest heaved as she neared yet another release, her grip on his hair tightening.

“you gonna cum for me baby?” he growled, the vibrations against her folds causing her hips to buck involuntarily. “fuck..” she whimpered, unable to string any other words together.

her body fell limp as her walls clenched around his fingers, letting out a hoarse cry of release.

“r-rafe..i can’t..” she whispered, looking down at him in plea as he continued rolling his tongue around her sensitive clit, his hearing muffled by her thighs.

continuing her attempts to grab his attention, her vision became spotty as her heart beat furiously in her chest. in a panic, she let out a yell.

“p-pineapple!” she shrieked in a moment of strength, quickly dropping her head back down against the pillow.

instinctively, rafe stopped all movements and immediately retracted his hands from her core, concern settling over his brows.

crawling further up the bed, he rested against the headboard as he pulled her deadweight on top of him. he cradled her head, stroking her hair as she curled up between his legs.

“i’m sorry angel, are you okay?” he cooed, guilt washing over him as he saw the affect all those orgasms had on her.

if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve mistaken her quivering frame for a seizure, tears now drying down her neck, settling around the purple marks he’d left earlier.

still unable to muster the strength for words, she nodded her head against his stomach. he sighed as he pulled the covers around her bare body, tucking her in while his fingers danced along her skin.

he slid out from beneath the covers, intending to retrieve some water and a snack to keep her awake. a frail hand clasped around his wrist as she let out a quiet whimper, her eyes peaking over the covers.

“i’m not leaving baby, i’m just getting you some water..” he assured, squatting down to press a gentle kiss to her head.

while he disappeared downstairs, she lay there, bundled up in the covers, desperately trying to clear her thoughts.

after a minute or so, he returned with some chocolate and a glass of water with a straw. setting the chocolate aside, he bent down again, guiding the straw through her lips.

“just sips baby, not too much..” he soothed, holding the cup for her. pulling away gently, she met his eyes through her lashes while the cold liquid coated her dry throat.

his concerned expression softened at the sight of her, her doe eyes so glassy, lacking any thoughts behind them. “too much for you princess?” he sighed, staring at her exhausted body.

nodding slightly, she continued staring into his eyes, still struggling to put any words or thoughts together.

“i’ll run you a bath angel, you just wait here f’me, m’kay?”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

M6 hearing MC telling them they love them while MC is asleep

M6 with an MC who blasts music on their headphones to regulate themselves (due to overstimulation, really loud music at the max volume)

M6 with an MC who doesn't sleep because "I have to finish this" (homework, an art piece, or literally whatever)

M6 realising they are MCs muse

I don't know if any of these have been asked before, but yes XD

Full or mini HC, as you see fit

Although if you could do the last one a full HC hshsjsjs

I'm sending you a pineapple 🍍 friend

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 hear you say "I love you" while they're sleeping

Julian: can't hold himself back, is immediately whipping around so he can say "I love you too" with the biggest puppy dog eyes he has

Asra: doesn't stop snoozing but does snuggle closer and tug you into their arms and bury their head in your chest to mumble "you too"

Nadia: opens her eyes with a sleepy smile and murmurs "I love you too" - and then closes them again so she can savor her sleep

Muriel: doesn't respond and would easily fool you into thinking he's asleep, except the whole bed just got 5 degrees warmer and he's red

Portia: pops awake with an "awwwww I love you too!!" only to wrestle you into the kind of tangled cuddle you can't leave and fall asleep

Lucio: rolls over to say "I love you too" and demand at least five minutes of sloppy kisses before he lets either of you sleep again

[fungalittleweirdo]

All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333

anything for pookie <333

2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons

Leo

i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass

but back to if you're a regular person in new york– if you were in danger he would most likely defend you

and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed

are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible

you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it

if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it

he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful

if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you

sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice

Raph

he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked

but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad

but this is only if he's still with mona

if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company

he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough

raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him

you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another

he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities

Donnie

depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian

as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, when– he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.

now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.

if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.

the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.

spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.

he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag

haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)

Mikey

nah dude you're chill brah

bro's clueless if you're committing crime

but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him

whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)

he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first

after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board

maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes

you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company

he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.

[writingwithcolor]

Black character's afro hair goes unprotected for a night or two

@dedevilish asked:

Here's a question that's too specific for google: i often find im writing a character that, at some point or another, has to sleep in a location that isn't their home. but when that character is Black, that means their hair care necessities aren't with them. what are the consequences of going without hair necessities for a night/a short amount of time? i can't imagine it's like "my hair is ruined forever", but can anything more be done than "just gotta suffer through the night, i guess"

This may vary a lot by afro hair type, but it wouldn't be too big a deal. First of all, I imagine if this character knows they're often not sleeping at home, and are a prepared type of person, they may keep a silk scarf on their person to protect their hair at night. Scarf, bonnet or no, there's protective styles one can do before bed, such as quick twisting and braiding (those take a bit more time) wrapping (a little less time needed) and the "pineapple" method (very quick). I suggest taking a look into those. You could search “Black bedtime hair styles” or similar keywords and note if anything you see suits your character.

Without any hair prep at night, they may find their hair is dryer, frizzier (especially a braided style) and more tangled than usual in the morning. The consequences could build up overtime and lead to breakage overall, especially if there isn't proper care being taken on the regular or their hair is not in a protect style. But I can't imagine they'll experience much damage from one night here and there...lest they're sleeping on rocks and are a wild sleeper!

~Mod Colette

[oweninadaydream]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Steve and you interrupt your lazy afternoon to discuss a very serious (or is it?) matter...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : pregnant!reader, established relationship, just pure fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 777

𝐚/𝐧 : I had lots of fun writing this at like 2 am lol. Hope you enjoy it! ☺️💐

Steve was in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner as fast as he could before your cravings had the chance to change and make you suddenly disgusted just by the smell of what he had been preparing for more than an hour. Today's delicatessen consisted of Hawaiian pizza with a side of pickles.

Normally, you would hate pineapple on pizza (you just can't stand mixing sweet and salty like that) and your hatred for pickles was known by all of your friends (specially by Robin, who had to hold up your hair as you vomited because she once gave you a bite of her sandwich which happened to contain the infamous ingredient), but your boyfriend wasn't willing to contradict his pregnant girlfriend who was extremely sensitive.

He was pulled out of his thoughts after hearing you call his name. "What's up, sweetheart? Everything okay?" he asked from his position.

"We need to have a very serious talk right now" you answered in a monotonous tone.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of Steve Harrington. After he felt that his heart had started pumping blood again, he hurried to the living-room where you had been chilling for most of the afternoon. You looked fine, there was nothing on fire and your stomach seemed as round as the last time he had seen it, so what was going on?

"Go on, I'm listening love" he encouraged you to begin revealing your thoughts.

"The baby is due in a couple of weeks and we haven't even decided which movies they're gonna watch in English and which ones in Spanish" the stress in your voice was easy to detect. Steve looked you straight in the eyes and he could swear that he had fallen in love with you all over again in that very instant. How could you be so adorable?

"Oh honey, I love you so so much" he cooed while leaving small kisses all over your face "we can discuss it now while the pizza is in the oven if you'd like" he offered.

Your native tongue was Spanish and ever since Steve and you started thinking about having children, you had known you'd raise your kids to be bilingual "They will not be no sabo kids, not on my watch".

Steve was more than thrilled at the thought of mini versions of you and him walking around, babbling in some strange form of spanglish. He had taken up Spanish after meeting you, and even though he was not the fastest learner, his disposition had taken him very far in his journey to be closer to you through language.

"Okay, so do you have any ideas?" he asked "Actually, yes I do" you quickly changed your expression to show enthusiasm "I've got a mental list of some non-negotiables. First, Enredados"

Steve hummed in acknowledgment as he had already guessed you would say Tangled, your mom's favorite Disney movie. Your mother didn't understand much English so this was a logical choice, as she wanted to watch the film with her grandchild and bond over it.

"Then, we've got Tarzan" "Tarzan?! The guy that sings the songs in the Spanish version is the same guy as in the English one, Phil Collins's accent is obvious. Also, y'know, it was my favorite movie as a kid" he tried to argue in a calm manner "...Well, I guess you're right. They can watch that one in the original version" One point to Harrington.

"What if you suggest one? I wouldn't want to impose" you commented. "Don't worry cielo, you keep going and I'll think of one or two more for me to choose" the fact that the first words he learnt were the pet names you liked the most was just one of the many proofs of his love for you " All right!!! So I had thought about El Rey León, Tiana y el sapo, Bichos, Aladdín..." you then proceeded to list almost every animated Disney movie. Steve could have stopped you at any point but the enamored haze clouding his thinking process wanted to indulge in your every desire.

The oven started beeping, alerting both Steve and you that dinner was officially ready. "Let's go, it's time for dinner" "But, what about the movies?" you pouted "Mi amor, we can do whatever you want in regards to our child's cinematic experience" "The bedtime stories can be in English, your dramatic interpretation of The three little pigs will impress them for sure" you suggested after realizing that you had monopolized the whole Disney films industry and feeling bad about it "Thank you, darling. Practice makes perfect"

Happy girlfriend, happy life, right?

P.D : Phil Collins ate and left no crumbs in the Spanish soundtrack, we appreciate him in this house !!!

[chenziee]

Shortly after Ace starts dating Marco in a modern AU, Luffy is chatting with Sabo about his latest E.R. trip when when he goes "Actually, Pinapple man was there and--"

Sabo is completely confused for a moment, until Luffy notices and clarifies, "You know that guy. I forget his name. That pinapple guy. Ace brought him to BBQ last week."

It takes Sabo a full minute to process that Luffy just called Ace's boyfriend, the department head of the university hospital, 'that pinapple guy' but when he does... he laughs. He laughs and laughs to the point of tears; he can't remember the last time he laughed quite this much.

He keeps bursting into snickers when he rushes to the store right after.

When Ace gets home that night, there is a pineapple sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, complete with googly eyes and fake glases glued on--as well as having its own plate and cuttlery set out before it, ready to get its own serving of dinner.

Ace doesn't have to look at the name tag that reads "Marco, that pineapple guy" that is hanging on lanyard that's tangled in its leaves before he, too, starts laughing until tears are streaming down his face.

A photo of Marco the Pineapple is set as Marco the Human's contact photo before dinner is even served.

Marco the Pinapple sits at the table for a few days but after a Straw Hats visit, it is deemed that he is taking up too much space and is relocated to the living room, his new home being the top of a cabinet.

By the time Marco the Human visits the ASL household about a month later, Marco the Pineapple is pretty much a family member.

Marco doesn't notice the random pineapple at first--the pineapple that is now wearing a tiny lab coat and a stethoscope--until Ace's cat, Kotatsu, jumps on that particular cabinet.

It's only when Sabo's warning hiss of, "Kotatsu, you know you can't touch Marco, don't you dare" draws his attention that he notices the cat wasn't about to start wrestling with his ankles.

Instead, he was sitting next to the decorated pineapple and staring straight at Sabo as if to tell him to try and stop him.

Marco isn't sure if he's ever been faced with a sight so bizzare... but he would be lying if he said he didn't find it hilarious.

Ace gifts him Marco the Pineapple Jr. to keep on his desk at work.

And Marco loves it.

[will80sbyers]

Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.

Yep!

Long post warning lol

300

2001: A Space Odyssey

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

12 Monkeys

28 Days Later

13th Warrior

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Altered States

Amelie

American Sniper

Analyze This

Annihilation

Aristocats

Armageddon

Assassins Creed

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Arrival

Almost Famous

Batman Begins

Batman V. Superman

Basket Case

Battle at Big Rock

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Behind Enemy Lines

Beverly Hills Cop

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Billy Madison

Black Cauldron

Black Swan

Boondock Saints

Borat

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Burn After Reading

Broken Arrow

Blade Runner

C.H.U.D

Con Air

Cast Away

Congo

Constantine

Children of Men

Cabin in the Woods

Crank

Casablanca

Carrie

Crimson Tide

Clueless

Dukes of Hazzard

Don’t Breathe

Death to Smoochy

Doom

Dark Knight

Dogma

Deep Blue Sea

Dreamcatcher

Drop Dead Fred

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard 3

Don’s Plum

Dances with Wolves

Dumb and Dumber

Edward Scissorhands

Enter the Void

Ex Machina

Event Horizon

Emma (2020)

Forrest Gump

Fargo

Fisher King

Full Metal Jacket

Ferris Bueller

Fallen

Fugitive

Ghost

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Ghostbusters

Good Fellas

Girl Interrupted

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Get Out

Good Will Hunting

Hackers

High Fidelity

Hellraiser 1

Hellraiser 2

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Hidden

High School Musical

Hurt Locker

Heat

Hunger Games

Highlander

Hell or High Water

Home Alone

I am Legend

It’s a Wonderful Life

In Cold Blood

Inception

I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang

Inside Out

Island of Doctor Moreau

It Follows

Interview with a Vampire

Inner Space

Into the Spiderverse

Independence Day

Jupiter Ascending

John Carter of Mars

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

James Bond (All Movies)

Julie

Karate Kid

Knives Out

Kingsmen

Little Miss Sunshine

Labyrinth

Long Kiss Goodnight

Lost Boys

Leon: The Professional

Let the Right One In

Little Women (1994)

Mad Max: Fury Road

Magnolia

Men in Black

Mimic

Matrix

Misery

My Cousin Vinny

Mystic River

Minority Report

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Neverending Story

Never Been Kissed

No Country for Old Men

Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

North by Northwest

Open Water

Orange County

Oceans 8

Oceans 11

Oceans 12

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Ordinary People

Paddington 2

Platoon

Pulp Fiction

Papillon

Pan’s Labyrinth

Pineapple Express

Peter Pan

Princess Bride

Paradise Lost

Primal Fear

Prisoners

Peter Jackson’s King Kong

Reservoir Dogs

Ravenous

Rushmore

Road Warrior

Rogue One

Reality Bites

Raider of the Lost Ark

Red Dragon

Robocop

Shooter

Sky High

Swingers

Sword in the Stone

Step Up 2

Spy Kids

Saving Private Ryan

Shape of Water

Swept Away

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Superbad

Society

Swordfish

Stoker

Splice

Silence of the Lambs

Source Code

Sicario

Se7en

Starship Troopers

Scrooged

Splash

Silver Bullet

Speed

The Visit

The Italian Job

The Mask of Zorro

True Lies

The Blair Witch Project

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Tangled

The Craft

The Guest

The Devil’s Advocate

The Graduate

The Prestige

The Rock

Titanic

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Fly

Tombstone

The Mummy

The Guardian

The Goofy Movie

The Peanut Butter Solution

Toy Story 4

The Ring

The Crazies

The Mist

The Revenant

The Perfect Storm

The Shining

Terminator 2

The Truman Show

Temple of Doom

The Cell

To Kill a Mockingbird

Timeline

The Good Son

The Orphan

The Birdcage

The Green Mile

The Raid

The Cider House Rules

The Lighthouse

The Book of Henry

The A-Team

The Crow

The Terminal

Thor Ragnarok

Twister

The Descent

The Birds

Total Recall

The Natural

The Fifth Element

True Romance

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Hobbit Trilogy

Unforgiven

Unbreakable

Unleashed

Very Bad Things

Wayne’s World

What Women Want

War Dogs

Wedding Crashers

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Welcome to Marwen

Wet Hot American Summer

What Lies Beneath

What Dreams May Come

War Games

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Weird Science

Willow

Wizard of Oz

Wanted

Young Sherlock Holmes

You’ve Got Mail

Zodiac

Zoolander

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Intimacy | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: After a stressful day at work, Wanda wants you to help her forget it

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), dom/sub dynamics, degradation kink, face slapping, restraints, forced orgasms, spanking, blood, language

Word Count: 3K

Masterlist

A/N: I'd love to do this to Wanda

Wanda slammed the car door so hard you could feel it in the kitchen.  You looked up from your potato, glancing at the unopened door you feared would soon be kicked open before being slammed shut.  It was the sign that something was wrong.  What that was you couldn’t be sure.  Most likely it was related to her day at the club, probably a creep who felt that Wanda’s act gave him permission to feel her up or proposition her for a good time out back.  Regardless of what happened, you would do what you always did whenever your girlfriend came home frustrated: give her a hug, draw her a bubble bath, and pour her the big glass of wine while she sat on the couch watching whatever sitcom she could click on first.

The door kicked open and slammed shut just as you predicted.  Wanda’s grumblings and mutterings were intelligible from your spot in the kitchen, but you heard her backpack thud as she dropped it to the ground.  The slap of her bare feet storming toward the kitchen made you only momentarily consider hiding your knife.

“You.  Upstairs.  Now.”  You didn’t have time to respond before Wanda grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the kitchen. 

You tripped over your feet as she practically pulled you up the stairs.  “Are you good?”

“I had a shitty day and I need you to help me forget about it.”  She kicked open the door to the bedroom and threw you inside before slamming it shut.  

“Alright,” you chuckled.  Reaching for your belt, you began to undo it before Wanda stopped you.  Her green eyes burned with an intense fire you’d never seen before.

“I need you to fuck me,” she stated plainly.

“I can do that.”

“No, Y/N.  I need you to fuck me.”

“I…well yeah, I can do that.”  You were confused.  Wanda was trying to ask you something but you had no idea what she was implying.  Fuck her?  You would willingly do that whenever she asked.  Wanda let out an exasperated groan, throwing her hands in the air as she walked away from you and flopped face down on the bed.  “Wands?  I want to help, sweetie, but you gotta tell me what you want,” you coaxed, flopping down next to her.  She mumbled something into the comforter, but you couldn’t understand her with her face full of quilt.  “What?”

Wanda turned her head to the side, her fiery red hair sprawling over her face as she attempted to look at you.  “I need you to fuck me.  Like, just fuck me.  Do whatever you want to me.  I want you to be so fucking rough with me that I’m begging you to stop.  But don’t stop, okay?  Hit me, hurt me, make me bleed, I really don’t care.”

“Are…are you sure?”  

“Y/N I swear to god if you don’t put your-”

“Okay, okay!” You brushed her hair out of her face, the long locks twisting as you carefully arranged it on the side of her head.  You smiled to yourself.  Certainly you’d find your fingers tangled with her hair later in ways that would drive her absolutely wild.  There were endless possibilities at play.  Wanda was giving you free reign over her body: you were going to take full advantage of that.  “What’s the safeword?”

“Pineapples.”  The same tried and true word.  It had never been spoken by either of you before, but you kept it the same for continuity’s sake.

“Good.” You pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.  It was the last bit of gentleness you wanted to show her, but Wanda had other ideas.  Needy hands grabbed at the collar of your t-shirt.  You found yourself being pulled into your lover as she rolled onto her side.  Her lips were incredibly soft and sweet, tantalizing you as you relished in their softness.  You felt her smile coyly as you kissed her back.  That was enough to almost make you lose all sense of yourself, but you managed to snap yourself back to reality before Wanda managed to take control of the situation.

“Oh absolutely not,” you teased.  Wanda’s eyes snapped open, her face flushing red.  Her body burned with anticipation as you straddled her waist, your pulse quickening as you rolled on top of her.  The two of you found yourselves dizzy in the thick atmosphere that filled the bedroom.  “You think you can distract me like that, huh?  We haven’t even started yet and you can’t take it?”  The thrum of desire surging through your body was almost insatiable.  It took all your self-restraint to only trail your hand down the side of her face.  You heard Wanda’s breath hitch at the light caress of your fingers against her cheek.  It was all she could do to nod.

Without giving her a moment to recover, you slammed your lips into hers.  She moaned into your mouth as you bit down on her lower lip.  The sharp metallic tang of blood coated sent a shiver down your spine.  There was something inherently dirty about the act of spilling blood, of coating your tongue in the crimson ichor that was meant to remain untasted.  As you lapped at the drops, heat spreading under your skin, you began tearing at the buttons on Wanda’s oversized flannel.  Your fingers moved deftly over the fabric as she arched her back, desperate for more contact with you.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, you little slut?”  Wanda whimpered, her eyes rolling back as you tore the shirt from her now exposed frame.  “What was that?  I couldn’t hear you.  You better answer me when I talk to you.”

“I want you so bad, baby,” Wanda whined. You smirked, reaching underneath her to unclasp her bra and throw it behind you.  “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please.  Please.  Please just-”  A stinging smack across her face interrupted her incoherent babbling.  Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as you leaned in close to her, your lips brushing against her ear as you spoke.

“I ask, you answer.  That’s how this works.  Please what?” you growled.

“Please fuck me.”

Your hand rubbed gentle circles over her reddened cheek.  Wanda’s utterly disheveled appearance drove you absolutely wild.  She was surrendering all her inhibitions to you.  Not only was it unbelievably intimate, it was incredibly hot as well.  Smirking as you locked eyes with her dazed emerald orbs, you gave her cheek a light slap before reaching down to thumb the waistband of her leggings.  You slid them around her waist, teasing the soft rolls of her tummy that were covered by the wide waistband.  

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” you mumbled as you carefully peeled her leggings off.  The growing dark spot on her otherwise pastel blue panties sent you into a frenzy.  A dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach as you bit back a moan.  

Quick hands made work of your own jeans as your tented boxers soon joined Wanda’s bra on the floor.  Your erection was rock hard, throbbing with every hammering beat of your heart.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight,” you teased, dipping a hand down her panties and sliding your fingers up her slit.  Slick juices coated your hand, which you promptly used to massage up and down your shaft.  Wanda salivated at the sight of her arousal coating your engorged length. Not breaking eye contact with your hand, watching as you fondled yourself with her sweet juices, she slipped her panties down her legs.  

“Did I tell you that you could take those off yet?”  Wanda yelped as you grabbed her wrist.  “Hands and knees.  Now.”  You yanked the sticky undergarments off, throwing them behind you to land amongst the discarded garments strewn on your bedroom floor.  Wanda quickly and willingly obliged your command.  Her body trembled with anticipation of your next action.  Both of you knew that you would punish her for her willful disobedience.  You were in charge, she was to submit to your demands.

Rubbing circles on her exposed flesh, her full and voluptuous ass on full display, you slapped it hard.  She yelped again, the sting of your open palm sending pleasure and pain to all ends of her body.  The skin beneath your hand burned bright red as you rendered slap after slap.  Each successive hit slowly transformed Wanda’s yelps and cries to stifled moans as her cunt glistened with her dripping arousal.  

“Dumb slut,” you muttered.  “God, you’re just a pathetic little cumrag, aren’t you?  Don’t worry, baby, you won’t need to think at all while I fuck you.”  You grabbed her hips, pulling them towards you as you lined the tip of your penis up with her entrance.  Heart pounding, lust teeming throughout every inch of your body, you buried yourself inside her in one quick thrust.  Wanda gasped as she adjusted to your girth.  It was far from the first time she’d taken you, but it always took a moment for her to acclimate to the intrusion.  While you normally gave her a moment, Wanda’s words echoed in your head: “hurt me.”

With no warning, you pounded into her.  You watched your cock dip in and out of her in rapid succession, her juices mixing with your precum and coating every inch of your shaft.  The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as your pelvis rutted into her ass.  You threw your head back, closing your eyes as you relished in the sensation of her walls gripping you.  Wanda clawed at the bedsheets with balled fists, her eyes rolling back into her head as soft moans escaped her open mouth.

“Look at you taking my cock so well.  You’re such a good little cock whore, aren’t you?”  She croaked out a garbled sigh in response.  “Can’t even answer, you’re so full right now.”

“Fuck, daddy, fuck my pussy,” Wanda groaned loudly.

“Daddy?”  For a moment you were snapped out of your scene.  It was the first time she called you that, but it only made the fire that was burning in your body that much hotter. “You like the way daddy fucks you, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded enthusiastically.  Her grip on the sheets tightened as she rocked her hips back against yours.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”  You had already set a brutal pace with your thrusts, but your hips bucked into her frantically as you teased her.

“‘M gonna cum,” Wanda moaned.  As you slammed into her cunt, Wanda let out a choked sob as her walls fluttered around you.  You didn’t let up, fucking her at full force through her orgasm.  “Stop, baby, it’s too much.”

“But I thought this is what you wanted, isn’t it?  You wanted me to fuck you like the whore you are.  Come on, Wanda, be a good girl for daddy,” you mocked.  “Yeah, that’s a good girl, hmm?”

Wanda’s head fell to the pillow as you brought her to the brink of a second orgasm almost immediately after her first.  Her muffled screams filled the room as her swollen pussy squelched with every buck of your hips.  You smiled to yourself knowingly.  There was nothing you enjoyed more than watching her cum.  Her second orgasm was quickly followed by a third.  By the time Wanda approached her fourth consecutive orgasm, you figured she was about spent.  Willingly spurring yourself on, you slowed your thrusts, methodically pulling your entire length out before bottoming out inside her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grunted.  Sharp nails dug into her soft hips as you shuddered with your thrusts.  You could feel the pressure coming to a peak inside you.

“Cum in me, baby,” Wanda begged.  Her voice was ragged from screaming.

“I’ll fill you up so good.  Stuff you with my cum, make it run down your legs, coat every inch of that fucking amazing pussy.”  With one final thrust you emptied yourself inside her, hot strands painting her womb white as you bred her.  Her walls milked every last drop from your cock as she came around you for a fourth time.   

Groaning, you collapsed down on her as the feeling in your legs finally gave out.  Your sweaty bodies pressed together as your hearts pounded wildly in your chests.  The orgasm left you satisfied, but you weren’t done with Wanda quite yet.  Difficult as it was, you rolled off her, reaching over for your nightstand.  

“Come on, slut.  I’m not done with you yet,” you ordered, rolling her over as you grabbed the handcuffs from the drawer.  The cool metal clicked into place around her wrists as you raised her arms above her head, reaching back into the drawer for the rope to secure them to the bed.  Once you checked to make sure the knot was secure, you rolled over to Wanda’s side of the bed, rummaging through her drawer for her large vibrating wand.  You found it, along with the proper restraints to make sure it stayed right where it needed to be.  The cuffs for her legs were right next to it and you threw those onto the bed, too.  

You made quick work of the ropes, cuffing her ankles to the bedposts and tying the wand around her midsection so that it stayed put.  Wanda’s breaths were heavy and ragged as you worked silently, focusing intently on your task as you tried to ignore the nude woman twitching and shaking underneath you.  

“Now,” you began as you jumped off the bed, “I have to finish making dinner.  I’ll be back once I’m done.”  You grabbed your boxers and jumped into them, reaching down once you were somewhat dressed to retrieve another item of clothing.  But this wasn’t for you.  “In the meantime, I’ll leave you here.”

“Y/N,” Wanda groaned.  You could practically smell the arousal pooling between her legs.

“Oh, and I like to cook in silence so…” You turned toward the bed, unballing your fist to let the stained panties dangle limply from your grasp.  Wanda’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping just enough so you could shove the garment inside and gag her.  You turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting with the intent of torturing her.

Back in the kitchen, you continued dicing your potatoes, mixing the dry rub for your chicken thighs together, chopping off the ends of the asparagus, and placing everything on two cookie sheets before plopping them in the oven.  It wasn’t more than ten minutes, but it was more than long enough for Wanda.  When you returned to the bedroom after placing dinner in the oven, you found a quivering mess of the woman you left behind.  Tears rolled down her face, ruining her mascara as screams stood silenced behind cotton.  Her body strained and convulsed against the constant overstimulation.  The bed shook violently as she bucked her hips wildly, a feeble attempt at loosening your restraints.  Her clit was swollen, her lips bright red and puffy while a slick sheen coated all of her sex.  A damp puddle pooled between her legs: you made a mental reminder to change the sheets before the boys got home.  Her eyes begged and pleaded with you to stop, the worst thoughts of her day finally expunged from her mind as a result of your brutal fucking.

As soon as you turned the wand off, Wanda’s entire body shuddered and collapsed deep into the mattress.  You carefully removed the underwear from her mouth, massaging her stiff jaw as you straddled her torso.

“You, umm, you’ve got a little mascara…here, let me help.”  You thumbbed away a leaky black trail from her cheek.  Her hands still restrained, Wanda gazed into your soul.  It was a distant look, like she was in a far off land and not really present.  “Are you okay?” you whispered, nearly closing the distance between your lips and hers.

“I…”  She couldn’t speak.  There were no words to describe what she just experienced both physically and mentally.  

“Did I hurt you?”

“No baby, no.  I just don’t think I can move,” she breathed with a slight chuckle.

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“No.  No, no bath.  Not now.  Just…hold me?”   Wanda was at her most vulnerable.  You gave her what she wanted, as you always did, and it took everything out of her.  There was no one else she trusted to do this to her, and the intimacy it created between the two of you was something you couldn’t describe.  Even after all the pain and degradation and tears, all she wanted was to be held by the man she trusted as her protector.  

“I can do that,” you whispered, untying the various ropes and unlocking the handcuffs.  As you worked around her body, you occasionally stopped to press loving kisses all over her, massaging the porcelain skin that was only beginning to show signs of weathering.  The restraints were quickly discarded as you curled yourself behind Wanda, wrapping your arm around her midsection as you spooned her. 

“No, not like this,” she pouted, rolling over and pushing you onto your back.

“Okay,” you apologized as she clung to you like a koala, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.  It didn’t take long for Wanda’s breathing to deepen and slow as she relaxed into your warmth.  Your fingers found themselves tangling in the red hair that was spread across your chest, twisting and twirling with her natural curls.

“Thank you,” she murmured from the brink of slumber.  You smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she passed out from sheer exhaustion.  A shower and dinner and picking the boys up could wait.  For the next thirty-seven minutes until the beeping oven reminded you of your worldly existence, your world consisted of only you and Wanda lying in bed in the throes of ecstasy, closer than you’d ever been.    

[asmrrpaddict]

Bittersweet

Seth x Al x Boo headcanons:

🎂Boo calls Al some variation of sweetheart (sweetie, sweetness, sweets)

🍯They call Seth, Hun or Honey. It just popped out of their mouth one day and they apologized while both of them were blushing. Eventually, it just became the norm. Al definitely was laughing at the both of them blushing.

🧁Boo started Tangled for movie night and Al and Boo were singing along with all the songs word for word and when “I’ve Got a Dream” played he pointed to Boo while singing “Atilla’s cupcakes are sublime!”

👻Both boys called Boo “Atilla” for a week afterwards.

🏮Eventually Seth joined in and sang I See the Light with them.

🛋️When Seth was sleeping on the couch, Boo and Al, unbeknownst to one another, got up and checked on him throughout the night.

🍍🍕Seth likes pineapple on pizza even to his own surprise and Al calls him out on it every time. (I’m listening to Bittersweet again and I just reached the part where this was actually canon. My bad! 🤣😅)

[cyborg-franky]

Giving OP Chars Haircuts

Simple headcanons [I got the vibe for these] includes Ace, Marco, Zoro and Law.

SFW GN Reader

Ace

Outside enjoying the sunny weather, Ace has his head on your lap, eyes closed as he takes a lazy nap.

Your reading a book, your hand playing with his hair, fingers running through the strands and you realize it takes longer for your fingers to complete the journey.

You glance down at your sleeping boyfriend and notice just how long his hair is getting.

He mumbles, maybe not as asleep as you’d thought. He looks up, brows furrowed at your hesitation in pampering him.

“What's wrong?” You shake your head in response. “Nothing, your hair’s just getting longer..  Do you need me to cut it?”

Ace shifts and turns his head, considering what you’d asked. “Why? Is it bad? Don’t like it long?” 

You sigh and carry on playing with the long black strands before you flicked his nose, causing a cry. He gives you a look as he holds his nose. “It’s not a bad thing, no. I was just offering you quick trim, I know you don’t like putting it up is all.” 

Ace is still rubbing his nose when he shrugs.

Later he's sat in your room, on your chair. You open and close the scissors making a pleasing sound. His arms are crossed, leaning on the back of the chair (You have no idea why he can’t sit normally but here you are)

“Just a bit yeah?” “Yes Ace, don’t worry. You can trust me.” You kiss him on the forehead before you step behind him. Getting a brush and working it through his slightly tangled locks.

Which makes him sit up, arms by his sides as he leans back with the brush. 

The haircut doesn't take long, just trimming the back and the sides. You finish and look at the little pile of black clippings.

“Here,” you pass Ace a mirror and hold up another behind him and he looks back and forth, an unsure expression before he nods, grinning ear to ear. “Thanks,” He turns and wraps his arms around your waist before you have a chance to react.

“Your welcome, firefly!”

Marco

You’ve been watching him shaking his head like a horse trying to swat away flies for a good twenty minutes now. 

Marco rests his elbow on the desk, hand in his hair, pulling at the long strands, and pushing them out of his eyes. He looked like an overgrown weed right now.

You don’t think you’d ever seen him with the pineapple sprout he called hair this long.

Another huff when he put his hand down to shuffle through paperwork as a strand fell into his eyes.

“Let me cut your hair, please.” You reach across the table, hand on his, giving him a frown as you watch another piece of hair fall down, floppy and defiant.

“I guess it is getting a little long huh?” He hummed and blew a puff of hair, displacing it for a moment.

“Just a little…” You said with a smile and looked at the time, you were both off duty as of ten minutes ago. You pushed your chair out, grabbed a pair of scissors, and pulled his chair out, using the wheels to guide him in front of the small mirror in his office.

“How do you know what I want?” Marco asked, staring at you in the mirror with a quirked brow.

“Marco, my love, you’ve never changed your hairstyle in all the years I’ve known you. You fixed him a look back and he laughed, an amused smirk on his face. “Alright, you got me yoi.”

He watched you snip away at the pineapple tuft, you used a comb to make sure it was even, slightly annoyed that it would spring up in a thousand directions.

“There, how’s that?” You asked as you used your fingers to tease through the tuft, fluffing it up.

He turned his head left and right before nodding. “Thank you, it’s great.” You smiled and wrapped around arms around him, kissing him.

Zoro

You didn’t think Zoro really cared about how he looked, he wore whatever was sort of clean and he showered when you nagged him. So when he was at your door with what appeared to be hair clippers, you were confused.

“Nami’s pissed at me and I need a haircut.” He said simply and shrugged his shoulders. “Has Nami been doing your hair all this time?” a mumble and another shrug.

You sighed and let him in, looking at the clippers in his hand, you sighed and took them from him.

He was sitting on the floor as you perched on the bed and ran fingers through his hair, the green hair was softer than you’d imagined.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s gotten that long,” You mumbled, it didn’t seem any longer to you but Zoro muttered “Yeah, I just like how it looks shorter.”

Ah, this was for him, he wanted to feel good about how it looked. Something about that was kind of cute and you couldn't help but adore him even more.

You’d help him, you’d allow Zoro his one little thing he liked about his appearance. “You don’t have to ask Nami anymore, I’ll do it for you if you like how I cut it anyway.”

He nodded, rubbing your leg gently, his own little way of thanking you and showing he appreciated it.

You took a breath and started up the clippers, you hoped you didn’t mess up and ruin the trust he had in you.

It didn’t take long, even with you hesitating in places, and you brushed the little grass-like clippings off his shoulders. “I think this is how you have it..” You said and he stood up, walking to your desk, peering into the mirror, and playing with the tiny flippy bit you’d kept at the front. “Yeah, I like it. I like it better when you do it, thanks.”

You grinned, feeling the warmth from his comment and the accomplishment.

Law

You loved Law but sometimes it was a battle to pry the hat off his head, you wished you could make some sort of no-hats-inside rule but then the entire crew would more than likely have an identity crisis.

So when he came to bed, a book in hand, still wearing that fucking hat you waited till he sat down and snatched the hat from his head.

He fixed you a glare and reached for the hat but you then noticed just how long his hair had gotten.

“You need a haircut, or need to wear the hat less because Law, hat head is a very real thing.” Law snorted in response, still reaching for his hat which you held at arm's length.

“Let me give you a trim and you can have it back,” You tried to convince him. You could see the consideration in his eyes as he looked from the hat, to you and back to the hat. “Fine.”

You sat him in a chair, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, acting like this was your own little salon. “Didn’t Shachi used to cut your hair?” Law nodded. “I forgot I needed one, just kind of let it grow.” You nodded, thinking about how he didn’t even plan to be here, why would he care how long his hair had grown in his time away?

Pushing those thoughts away, you grabbed a comb and started to brush the dark strands, unruly and messy from being smothered by a hat day in day out.

Law closed his eyes and leaned back, he seemed to enjoy the attention, though you knew he’d never say as much.

Snipping away at strands while maintaining Law’s favored hairstyle, you could briefly envision the lecture from Shachi when he saw it tomorrow but pushed through it.

When you were done you slid the towel from around him.

“So?”

He moved, heading to the bathroom to check, no screaming, which could only be a good thing right? He peered around the corner, he’d styled it a little to gauge if he liked it.

“Thank you, I’ll keep on top of it from now on.” You sighed, a smile on your lips as you walked over. “I’ll make sure you take care of yourself, don’t worry.”

[brandogenius]

hellooo :b can we get a oneshot of the reader surprising pheobe on tour after they’ve been apart for months? I feel like it’ll be so sweet :(

of course!!

‼️RPF‼️

Surprises on tour.

Phoebe x reader

Word count: 1,580

the house being empty without phoebes presence was something you hated. no laughter or yelling as phoebe threw flour at you while baking cupcakes. no sounds of phoebe humming tunes to unreleased songs of hers filling the air. it was quiet and empty.

of course, phoebe promised nightly phone calls before both of you went to sleep after her shows. usually for an hour or two, both of you would catch up on your day. phoebe telling you all about what went on backstage, while you rambled on about the gossip you heard in the store.

tonight’s phone call was a bit different. the smile on phoebes face was wide as she listened to you. the connection and service sometimes cutting in and out as the tour has traveled to their new destination.

“where are you?” phoebes asks through the phone. noticing the layout behind you wasn’t the same as the shared bedroom both of you are so familiar with.

“at my friends house. staying while she’s out of town” phoebe nodded “you’re not coming to the show tomorrow?” there was a lace of sadness and disappointment in phoebes voice, ringing throughout the phone. you tried your best to look sad and upset. not wanting to ruin the plan.

“unfortunately.. bad timing baby. i’ll try come to the next show in new york?” you looked up from the phone, glancing down at your suitcase. the hotel was big and spacious. a double bed, for one person tonight- room for a familiar platinum silver woman to join you tomorrow.

“that’s fine” phoebe reassured, bundled up in your hoodie. you rested your head on the hotel pillow, holding the phone above your face. “honey, it is pretty late. you need sleep before the gig tomorrow” you checked the time on the phone. 12:45am.

phoebes laughed. the small dim light from the bunk illuminating her face. the way her eyes scrunched up when laughing made you smile. “ even millions of miles apart, you still are worried about my sleep schedule. rest assured i will be sleeping the minute we end call”

you felt satisfied with the answer as you nodded. “i’ll let you sleep now then baby. you text me when you wake up alright?”

phoebe nodded on the other side, giving a thumbs up.

“i miss you” phoebe frowned, her voice small. you smiled a bit, feeling your heart hurt a bit. “don’t get sappy on me tonight. you’ll be back here in two months.” the older woman looked away for a moment “i suppose so.. just missing those cuddles and late night chats”

“i know you do baby” you chuckled. checking the time again you watched as phoebe moved around in her bunk. moving onto her side as she propped the phone up against the wall.

“go to sleep baby”

getting phoebe to sleep was always a bit of a challenge. as someone who has a shit sleep schedule, she values the free time she has in the night. taking it as a form of alone time to be able to scroll freely on social media without the countdown before she gets her hair done or having to preform on stage.

she knew you were looking out for her but it was different. phoebe was a clingy person especially at night. always loving to hold onto someone or something. extra pillows stuffed into her bunk to hold onto at night and pretend it was you beside her. back at home when not on tour, both of you would stay awake until early hours. talking and rambling about anything. it was phoebes favourite time of the night. you allowing her to come up with topics for both of you to debate on.

is pineapple on pizza allowed or should it be banned?

which is the better hair colour, pink hair or blue?

they were silly little debates that kept both of you awake till sunrise. in each others arms, legs tangled as you were given the role of defending pinapple on pizza to be the best whilst phoebe have herself the role of wanting it to be banned.

it was something that entertained both of you. then there was the more serious, deep conversations. some on the topic of mental health, the world crisis, climate change and politics.

phoebe just liked to hear you talk for hours on end. something about hearing you dive deep into theories and why you believe each star represents someone who was once on this earth, intrigues her. you had a way with how you phrased stuff. an intelligent grasp on words that made phoebe wonder how you could possible say something so poetic about pineapple or stars.

phoebe guesses you were doing a good thing. forcing the blonde to shut off her phone while the buss driver drove overnight to the state for their performance. LA was on their next stop. closest to home and closest to you. there wouldn’t have been time to visit you with the schedule packed with unloading and preparing for the show.

but at least she can be thankful every night. shutting off the phone at a reasonable time, waking up at 6am to get ready for the day. when on a normal day, the two of you would be going to sleep at this time.

shutting off the phone, the silver haired woman grabbed the nearest pillows, hugging them close to her chest as she shut her eyes, waiting for the bus to stop.

-

you were always considered a morning person. waking up to the sound of the birds chirping always gave you immense joy.

waking up at 9am was a bit later than normal for you. you didn’t have much to do other than get ready and head to the venue. you had it prepared a week in advance. discussing amongst lucy and julien to surprise phoebe on tour.

it has been four months since you last seen your girlfriend. it was needed. you had it schemed out. book a hotel in LA close to the stadium and surprise phoebe backstage.

lucy working with the security to make sure you get in without anyone noticing. she was going to meet you at the venue in an hour so you had time to prepare.

taking a quick shower and putting on some makeup, you made your way to the hotel lobby. booking a taxi to the arena wasn’t that bad. it was a quick ride. you tipped the driver, sending a quick message to lucy.

not long after, lucy makes her out. the brings you into a hug. “it’s been so long” the taller woman announced, breaking away from the hug, slinging a lanyard around your neck. ‘CREW’ was written in big bold letters.

“it’s been too long” you answered, walking with lucy into the venue. lucy herself had a lanyard with ARTIST on it. staff instantly recognising and allowing both of you to enter.

you were nervous. was phoebe going to be mad at you? would she be excited? so many thoughts ran through your brain as lucy lead you down the hallway. staff and crew busied themselves with preparing for the upcoming show tonight.

lucy stopped you outside the dressing room door. “i’ll go in first and you come in after me yeah?” lucy tilted her head, smiling at you. you nodded your head, feeling anxious. “yeah sure-“ you watched as lucy opened the door, slipping into the room.

you quietly snuck in. phoebes back was turned to you as lucy talked to her. julien was sat on the couch, her smile growing wider, eyes flicking between you and phoebe.

julien cleared her throat as lucy looked over phoebes head. “what’s that?” lucy pointed towards your direction, causing phoebe to turn around confused. phoebes eyes landed on you as she dropped the phone that was in her hands.

“holy fuck-“ phoebe wasted no time running full force at you. she jumped into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist as she yelled excitedly. you stumbled back a bit, holding onto her tightly. julien grinning while she sipped her coffee as lucy recorded the surprise on her phone.

phoebe lifted her head up from your neck, attacking your face with kisses. “i thought you weren’t coming?!” she said in between kisses on your cheek, neck, lips and forehead. you kissed phoebe back softly, moving to the couch, phoebe still in your lap.

“well it was a surprise wasn’t it? had it planned for a while, with the help of those two” you gestured to the other two boys. phoebe sighed happily, resting her head back onto your shoulder. “you don’t know how much i missed you”

you ran a hand across her back. “i know honey. but you know what?” your hands found themselves in phoebes hair, twirling some strands around with your finger. phoebe lifts her head up, raising an eyebrow.

“what?”

“i’ll be with you for the rest of the tour. as if you can’t get rid of me now” you missed her on the forehead.

“seriously? like - for real?” she perked up with a grin. “i don’t need to hug pillows anymore i can just cuddle you?” you nodded your head

“fuck- this is the best surprise ever” phoebe laughed, hugging you tighter. you leaned back on the couch, holding onto phoebe for a little while longer before she had to be physically dragged away from you to get her makeup done

[assistant-of-drama]

Noah still can't believe that Alejandro made him one of his helpers the final challenge, right after the taller man made him lose the previous challenge with a kiss.

Noah also couldn't believe that he kept making out with the man that costed him a million dollars.

The most unbelievable part is that Noah isn't even angry at Alejandro, annoyed and embarrassed yes, but not angry.

When Noah and Courtney helped Alejandro reach the top of the volcano, they could see the suitcase.

What Noah didn't expect was to feel a strong arm wrap around his waist and hold him close. He turns to see Alejandro grinning at him manically, holding his pineapple buddy in the other hand. That insane smile might possibly scare others, but it made Noah's body feel warmer than the lava ever could.

"Thanks for everything, mi amor!~" Alejandro said, then flicks a snake-like tongue in Noah's face.

Noah knows what's going to happen next, he could avoid it this time. But Noah was getting lost in those enchanting, emerald eyes as he quietly opens his mouth for the charming and slippery eel. Alejandro dives into the cynical bookworm's mouth, their lips crashing.

Alejandro's tongue dances around Noah's mouth, their lips entwined as they taste each other. It's a strange sensation, but one that Noah finds himself unable to resist. He clings to Alejandro, feeling the other man's strong, steady heartbeat beneath his fingers. The lava glows, casting an otherworldly light over their entwined figures.

Alejandro and Noah moan into each other's mouths, their tongues tangling, seeking out every inch of the other's lips. The taste of each other is intoxicating, and Noah can't help but wonder how something so wrong feels so right. He clings to Alejandro, his hands running up and down the other man's back, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of their clothes.

Noah desperately holds Alejandro tighter, overwhelmed by pleasure and bliss. He can feel the other man's heart racing against his own, their breaths intertwining as they moan into each other's mouths. He doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to stop kissing him, but he knows that they should probably focus on getting the suitcase.

"Uh, guys? Volcano sacrifice, remember?" Courtney the other helper asked them awkwardly.

When Alejandro breaks the kiss, Alejandro gives a dazed Noah one last kiss on the nose. Then he proceeds to the volcano, aware of an angry Heather finally reaching the top and about to kick him in the kiwis. Although a small part of Noah felt pity, he was mostly amused that the eel finally got his karma.

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