#artsy chocolates

[artistkaila17]

A sweet gift of kindness from a random stranger. 🍫💝🎨🤗💖

Me and my mom were walking out from somewhere we went on Tuesday and someone handed this beautiful artsy box of elegant chocolates called astor chocolates.

The tastes of each chocolate had their own lovely flavors and tasted good.

And the last good thing is that they had low sugar. 👍🏼

Thank you to whoever that stranger was. 🤗💖

[whatpennymade]

Break out the marshmallows and whipped cream! ❄️☕️❄️

[orange-artblog]

choco o7

[revenantlamb]

didnt feel like posting these on the other one ( just so no one gets upset if theyre non sharing ) so uhmm heres the certificate i made for messmer n sil :3 gonna make more in a bit

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write please rafe x wife, happily married. Rafe being away for business trip. Texting and calling wife missing her, sending her flowers while hes away. maybe phone sex. Coming home after a week bearing giftsfor her and kids and then fucks her.

Of course I can!! Enjoy!!

❣︎𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞❣︎

Pairing: dad!husband!rafe x mom!wife!reader

Your children: Cody (3), Morgan (1) and Toby (5 months).

Warnings: smut!, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it up!), Rafe being sweet and loving durning sex

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While Rafe was away, for the Cameron Development, he missed you. Terribly missed you… constant ‘I love you so much’ ‘gonna kiss you sm when I come back’ ‘miss having you on me’ ‘missing u and the kids so bad rn’ ‘can u ft real quick??’ Every day since he left.

But today was the day, he was coming home.

The boys helped you, or rather watched you, make a small welcome home sign for Rafe. The boys added their touches, of their scribbles. It read ‘Welcome home Daddy! We missed you!’ Thankfully your artsy skills showed. And the help of Pinterest of course.

So, when you heard the door open. You quickly whisper “Cody, hold the sign for daddy, quick.” Cody held up the sign with pride. You handed Morgan a box of chocolates for Rafe. You picked up Toby, holding him on your hip. You guided the two boys to the foyer. Where Rafe stood. He smirked and put his bags down “hey family!”

The boys ran over, completely dropping everything to go get lovings from their father. You laughed at their reactions. You walked over. Kissing Rafe on the cheek “hey, Rafey, how was work??” He sighed with a smile “exhausting, but worth it…”

Rafe picked up both of the boys, he playfully asked “you two behave for momma??.” They both nodded. He smirked “oh really?? So you did behave, hm?” Cody spoke “yes! We be good!” He smiled softly. He kissed both of the boys cheek. He set them back down on the floor. I turn to you, taking Toby out of your arms and holding him with his strong arm. His free hand placed on your hip, his thumb brushing your leggings. He moved his hand to your lower back and pulled you closer. Pecking your lips he moved “god, I’ve missed this…”

…

Once Rafe was settled back in. He had started to hand out his gifts to the boys. Of course you held Toby in your lap as he handed you Toby’s gifts. You smile, it was so sweet that Rafe would do this when he went away.

You looked to Cody and Morgan and spoke “what do you say to daddy for the gifts??” Both of the kids spoke “tank you!” Rafe chuckles, ruffling their hair “you’re welcome, kiddos…”

Rafe looked to you, “you have gifts too, babe…” you smiled “you didn’t have to, Rafe…” “oh but I wanted to, and I did, so here…” he placed a navy box on your lap. “It’s only a small something… you know I have another gift for you, later…”

You playfully rolled his eyes at the stubble innuendo. You open the box. Cody walked over and rested his head in your knee. Cody asked “what momma got?” You smiled at the gift. “Your dad got me a very pretty necklace, bud…” you looked to Rafe “thank you, baby…” he smiled “anything for you… I uh, also called Rose… she’s picking up the kids in an hour…”

…

Now… here you both are… completely naked to each other. Rafe already on top of you and in you.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. He smiled as he sat up, sitting back on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower stomach. “God I’ve missed this… you and I, in our bed… my cock all the way in you… taking all of me so easily… fuck…” you moaned softly.

He slowly started to move in and out. Wanting to take his time, savouring the feeling of you both in this moment. He reached up and held you one hand. Gently squeezing your hand. “God you feel so good…” you moved your other arm around his shoulders. Wanting to be closer. Rafe let you pull him closer. Moving feeling in you, causing him to deeply groan. “Fuuuccckk..” you gasp softly. He kissed your cheek as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

He looked into your eyes, “missed you, baby…” you looked into his eyes “missed… you too…” he gently pushed his lips into yours. Kissing you hungrily but softly. His tongue soon shoved into your mouth. Your tongues danced, he picked up his pace again. He groaned into the kiss. Causing you to moan into his lips.

He pulled back, his hands moving under your thighs and pushing them up. Your legs lifted into a V shape. Helping him move better and deeper. “Fuck, baby… feel so fucking good… missed this pussy so much…” you moaned.

His lips soon find your chest. Kissing you as he picks up the pace. Your head tilts back into the soft pillows. The wetness and gasps of breath fills the space of your master bedroom.

Rafe puts your one leg over his shoulder as the other flies around his hips. He held your waist as he tilts his head back and groans loudly. His eyes now half-lidded. He looks down at you “you look so good under me, baby, you’re unreal…” “ohhh fuck Rafe!” “That’s it… say my name…”

You gasped, tightening around him. He smirked “fuck, you close? I can feel you… you’re doing so good f’me… can you hold off for a little longer…? Wanna finish with you, baby…” you nod. He moans when he feels your nails drag on his shoulder. It wasn’t hard, but it hit a good nerve in him. Causing him to twitch in you. You moan…

He was close, “fuck, finish with me, yeah?” You nod rapidly “yesss, Rafey!” He moans “go ahead, baby, finish f’me…”

He goes a little harder, his thrusts fast and harder. Causing you to finish around him. That triggers his own release. Coming inside of you. He slowly his movements.

He drops in top of you, he would usually go for another round with you. But being gone for a week wore him out. He rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. His breathing ragged, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He speaks between breaths “you… good?… fuck… missed this..” he pecks you lips as you nod. “Yeah, I’m… okay…”

After that, he picks you up and starts to run a bath. The night wasn’t completely over. He still has to cuddle with you. Make up for the time he was away for business. And after having the most loving sex he just had. Movies and cuddles with his wife and mother of his kids sounded great. Loving her was great.

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[femmefighter]

I cannot thank Milky enough for her gorgeous work bringing this favourite scene of mine to life. Thank you so much darling 😘

Reach Out and Feel Me - Chapter 8 - Tea Spilling

Art by @milkcioccolato ~ Excerpt ~ Full chapter here

As Hera listened in to the radio traffic of patrol updates and mission planning, she saw Sabine’s attention had turned to outside the command post’s entrance. The young Mandalorian slowly walked her way out into the corridor, giving quick look over her shoulder to check that she wasn’t going to be missed, before disappearing out of sight.

Where’s she off to?

Hera nodded to the watchkeepers she was standing over, dismissing herself from the briefing, and quietly followed her fellow Spectre, leaving the chaotic energy of Jacen and Chopper to their game of tag to be collected later. She quietly walked along the corridor Sabine had disappeared down, until she heard the woman’s voice up ahead, talking in a hushed tone.

“Did you find everything you need?” Hera heard Sabine question. The Twi’lek slowed her quiet walk to a creep, until Sabine had just come into view around the corner. Hera was still in the shadows, and decided to stay there and listen in, knowing precisely who the Mandalorian had subtly blown her off for.

“I did,” came the Togruta’s reply, confirming Hera’s suspicions. “We should have enough to get us through a few months if needed. Where’s Hera? Have you been to ordnance yet?”

The Mandalorian shook her head, her bright fringe bouncing across her eyes. “Not yet. Hera’s just in listening to patrol reports. We’ll get ration restock then I’ll go back to the ship to get the fur scraps, I forgot to do that first.” Hera heard Ahsoka let out a sigh, then saw the Togruta’s hands come up along Sabine’s arms, rubbing them slowly and deliberately. “You must be terribly cold, poor, forgetful padawan of mine.” Ahsoka’s voice had dropped an octave, and the husk and drawl of her words made Hera’s eyes widened as she leant a bit further forward, enough so she could see the first part of the Togruta’s profile. Well that would be Ahsoka’s bedroom voice, if I ever had to guess. Sabine looked down at her own feet, like an embarrassed teen, a blush coming up on her cheeks. “I’m fine,” came the shy, warm reply. “But you know… We still haven’t talked about last night…?” Sabine was looking up with a mixture of shyness and expectancy at her master, one of her hands reaching up to hold onto the older woman’s waist. “We will,” came Ahsoka’s reply. ‘I promise. When we get some time alone to ourselves tonight. And then… I can help warm you up more, if you’d like.”

An evil grin crossed Hera’s face as she watched the exchange from the shadows. You two are so busted, she thought, both satisfied with her sneaky discovery and happy for her friends. She lingered for one more moment, enough to hear Sabine let out an enthusiastic hiss of “Yes…” and see the young woman propel forward on her toes and capture the Togruta’s lips in a firm, excited kiss. Kriff, that’s my cue to go, Hera alarmed, and silently retreated out of view and along the corridor before the secret lovers discovered her eavesdropping.

[housecow]

okay so. i think the best accessory a fatty can have is a tote bag for a purse. actual canvas tote, leather tote, artsy fartsy tote, basic tote, any work ofc

do you know how much food you can carry in a tote bag??oops, forgot your reusable bags and you’re at the grocery store?? TOTE BAG PURSE.

“wow this is a lot of fast food i’m kinda embarrassed” TOTE BAG PURSE. mine has a zipper too and can rlly hold in heat if i can’t get to food immediately!!

“how are we going to sneak these snacks into the movie theater” TOTE BAG PURSE. AND you won’t get gross if u wanna bring chocolate or smthn and u happen to run warm

not to mention it can be so cute!!! as a v fat person, my big leather tote bag (with a crossbody strap i never use crossbody) has literally saved my life. i have several extra straws in there for emergencies. and i have SO many snacks at all times!! my kindle!! weed pen !! AND you can buy a cute chunky wallet bc ur big ass purse can carry it. you’re welcome everyone god bless

[awionetka]

✯ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

reblog and let your followers ask you about what kind of love and deepspace player you are!

under deepspace: what prompted you to start playing?

to begin: share your personal LI ranking.

the first mission: who caught your eye first? is he still your favorite?

talented hunter: what's your weapon of choice?

prefix: what is your mc's title?

suffix: what are their nicknames for you?

unicorns girls go go go!: who's your favorite side character?

tete-a-tete: which LI are you most similar to? which one are you most different from?

let him decide: what outfits do you like seeing him wear? do you style him or let him pick his outfits?

love timeline: what's your affinity level with him?

memoria: share your favorite 5 ☆ and 4 ☆ cards.

wishing well: are there any cards you wish you had?

falling for you: what's your favorite myth companion and story?

chocolate shop: is there a well loved memory you're not a huge fan of?

with him: what do your desks look like?

claw machine: share your most treasured plushies.

world underneath: do you read the anecdotes? what are the most intriguing ones in your opinion?

by your side: tender moments or secret times?

about him: share a personal headcannon you have of him.

quality time: plan a date for you and him.

photo studio: post a couple of photos you took with him.

collections: what are some of your favorite starred voicelines?

galaxy kid: share some things you associate with him. what's his "core"?

happy snowman: what concepts/banners would you like to see in the future?

artsy birb: share some of your favorite love and deepspace fan content.

grumpy crow: which tropes do you enjoy seeing him in the most? [e.g. enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au...]

sunny apple: what kind of LI would you be in an otome game? what would your tropes/themes be?

secret times: what's something about him you wish more players knew / talked about?

destiny cafe: do you ever wish the LIs interacted with each other in the game?

tender moments: what kind of LI would you like to see as the sixth one?

[amyzworldds]

Part two: Silent Scream - Great Cake Heist

Masterlist

Yn stashes a precious chocolate cake slice in the dorm fridge as her emergency snack. While she’s out with her parents, Hoshi, the group’s snack scavenger, spots it during a late-night fridge raid—ignoring the members warning. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor

It had been a peaceful few weeks since yn’s dramatic “Offline YN” era ended, and the seventeen's dorm was back to its usual state of controlled chaos. Yn was once again flooding tiktok with DK collabs, spamming weverse with rants like “Seungkwan-oppa stole my hoodie and now it smells like his fancy cologne—send help,” and ordering random junk online (the latest arrival: a pair of slippers shaped like tiger paws). Her life-sized cardboard cutout still stood by the dorm’s front door, a silent sentinel reminding the members of her “greatness”—or so she claimed. Life was good. That is, until the infamous cake incident.

It all started innocently enough. Yn had a habit of stashing snacks around the dorm for “emergencies,” as she called them. One such emergency stash was a slice of chocolate cake she’d shoved into the back of the fridge about a week ago, claiming it was her “hunger savior” for when practice ran late or Mingyu ate all the good stuff (which happened often). Truth be told, she’d forgotten about it—letting it sit there, growing slightly questionable, while she munched on ramen and chips instead. But to yn, that cake was sacred… in theory.

Enter Hoshi, the human vacuum cleaner of seventeen. While yn was away visiting her parents for a weekend, Hoshi, in one of his late-night snack raids, spotted the lonely slice in the fridge. “Ooh, cake!” he’d exclaimed, eyes lighting up like a kid on christmas. The members, sprawled across the living room playing video games, immediately tried to intervene.

“Uh, Hoshi, that’s yn’s,” Jeonghan warned, not even looking up from his phone. “She’ll notice it’s gone. You know how she is about her stuff.”

“Yeah,” Seungkwan piped up, pausing his game. “Remember when I borrowed her earbuds for, like, five minutes and she posted a whole weverse essay about ‘Seungkwan oppa’s betrayal’? Don’t risk it.”

“It’s been in there forever,” Hoshi argued, already pulling the plate out. “She’s not gonna eat it. It’s practically fossilized. I’m doing her a favor!”

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Joshua sighed, shaking his head as Hoshi gleefully shoved a forkful into his mouth. The cake was a little dry, sure, but chocolate was chocolate, and Hoshi wasn’t about to let it go to waste. He polished it off in three bites, licked the plate clean, and tossed it in the sink, grinning like he’d just pulled off a heist. The members exchanged looks but said nothing. They knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when.

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Fast forward to a week later. Yn was back from her parents’ house, none the wiser about her missing cake. She’d been too busy terrorizing the dorm with her usual antics—blasting audios at 3 a.m., dragging members into yet another dance challenge, and propping her cardboard cutout in random places to “surprise” the members (Woozi nearly had a heart attack when he found it in the bathroom). The cake remained a distant memory… until movie night.

Vernon had recommended some artsy thriller that half the members pretended to understand while the other half (Hoshi included) zoned out. They were all piled into the living room, blankets and popcorn everywhere, with yn snuggled up next to Hoshi on the couch. She had her arm looped through his, clinging to him like a koala as she whispered commentary about how the main character “totally deserved to get caught, look at his dumb hat.” Hoshi, still riding the high of his cake crime going unnoticed, just laughed and patted her head. It was a rare moment of peace between the two—until YN’s stomach growled.

“Ugh, I’m hungry,” she whined, loud enough to make Dino shush her from across the room. “Ooh, I know! I’ll just grab my cake from the fridge. Been saving it for a night like this!” She untangled herself from Hoshi, oblivious to the way every single member’s head snapped toward him in unison.

Hoshi froze, mid-popcorn-chew, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. Seungcheol coughed into his fist. Jeonghan smirked like he was about to watch a live comedy show. DK whispered, “Oh no,” under his breath. Even Vernon, usually chill as a cucumber, paused the movie and muttered, “This is gonna be bad.”

“What?” yn asked, hopping up and heading for the kitchen. “Why’re you all looking at Hoshi oppa like that? Did he fart or something?” She cackled at her own joke, oblivious to the tension, and opened the fridge. “Okay, where’s my cake…?”

Silence. She rummaged around, shoving aside a carton of milk and some leftover protein shakes. “Huh. That’s weird. It was right here…” She straightened up, hands on her hips, and turned back to the living room. Thirteen pairs of eyes were locked on her—twelve of them guilty by association, and one (Hoshi’s) practically screaming for mercy. Then, like a synchronized betrayal, every member slowly pointed at Hoshi.

“HE ATE IT!” Mingyu blurted, throwing Hoshi under the bus without hesitation.

“Last week!” Seungkwan added, grinning wickedly. “We told him not to!”

“Traitors!” Hoshi yelped, flailing his arms. “You guys are the worst!”

Yn’s jaw dropped. She stormed back into the living room, glaring daggers at Hoshi, who shrank into the couch like a scolded puppy. “YOU ATE MY CAKE?!”

“It was old!” he protested, voice cracking. “It’d been in there for, like, a week! I thought you forgot about it!”

“FORGOT?!” yn screeched, throwing her hands up. “That was my emergency cake! My ‘I’m-hungry-at-2-a.m.’ cake! And you just… ate it?! Oh, that’s why you’ve been so nice to me lately—cuddling up during movie night, calling me ‘cute maknae’ yesterday! You were covering your guilty little tiger paws!”

“I’m sorry!” Hoshi wailed, clasping his hands together. “I didn’t think you’d care! It was practically a science experiment!”

“Didn’t think I’d care?!” yn gasped, clutching her chest like she’d been stabbed. “That’s it. We’re done. You’re dead to me, oppa.” She spun on her heel and stomped off, leaving the members snickering behind her. Hoshi buried his face in a pillow and groaned, “Why didn’t you guys stop me harder?!”

“We tried,” Jeonghan said, sipping his tea with a smug grin. “You’re just a cake-greedy idiot.”

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The next morning, the silent treatment began. Yn refused to look at Hoshi, let alone speak to him. He’d shuffle up to her at breakfast with those big, sad eyes, mumbling, “Yn-ah, I’m really sorry… I’ll buy you a new cake, I swear!” She’d just huff, flip her hair, and walk away. By day three, Hoshi was a mess—trailing after her like a lost kitten, holding out snacks as peace offerings (she took the chips but still ignored him), and whining to the others, “She hates me! I’m the least favorite member now—I used to be number one!”

“You were never number one,” Wonwoo deadpanned, not looking up from his book. “Maybe top ten on a good day.”

“NOT HELPING!” Hoshi wailed, collapsing onto the couch dramatically.

Then yn upped the ante. She dragged her life-sized cardboard cutout from its usual spot by the front door and plopped it right in front of Hoshi. “You wanna talk to me?” she snapped, arms crossed. “Talk to her. She’s the only yn you’re getting right now.” Hoshi stared at the cutout—its blank smile mocking him—and whimpered, “This is worse than the silent treatment.”

By day five, yn had turned it into a full-blown campaign. Every morning, Hoshi would wake up to find the cardboard yn propped against his bedroom door, staring him down. Sometimes she’d tape a note to it, like “Day 4 of you being a cake thief” or “Say hi to your new best friend, traitor.” Once, she even drew angry eyebrows on it with a marker, making it look extra mad. The members couldn’t stop laughing—Seungcheol nearly choked on his coffee when he saw it, and DK filmed Hoshi’s pitiful attempts to apologize to the cutout for future content.

“Please, yn-ah!” Hoshi begged on day six, dropping to his knees in the living room while she scrolled her phone, pretending he didn’t exist. “I’ll buy you a whole bakery! I’ll never touch your food again! I miss you yelling at me!”

She peeked over her phone, smirking. “Oh, now you miss me? Should’ve thought of that before you ate my cake, oppa. Say it to Cardboard yn—she’s still mad too.” She pointed at the cutout, now sporting a tiny paper sign that read “Hoshi = Yn Enemy #1.”

The members lost it. Mingyu wheezed, “She’s pettier than Jeonghan hyung, and that’s saying something!” Jeonghan just nodded approvingly, muttering, “I’ve taught her well.”

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The dorm had been a warzone for nearly a week, all thanks to the Great Cake Debacle. Yn, was still icing Hoshi out—literally and figuratively—still stationing her life-sized cardboard cutout outside his door every morning with notes like “Day 5, Still a Cake Criminal” or “Tiger Oppa = Traitor Oppa.” Hoshi, meanwhile, was a walking disaster—moping around like a kicked puppy, whining to anyone who’d listen.

But Hoshi wasn’t one to give up easily, especially when it came to his chaotic little sister-figure. While out on a solo schedule—a dance workshop in the city—he hatched a plan. On his way back, he stopped at a fancy bakery, the kind with glass cases full of desserts so pretty they looked fake. He stood there, tapping his chin like a general strategizing a battle, then pointed dramatically at the counter. “Two cakes,” he declared. “One chocolate—her favorite—and one strawberry, just in case she’s feeling extra picky today.” The baker raised an eyebrow but complied, boxing up the treats with little bows on top.

Hoshi didn’t stop there. He swung by a convenience store and loaded up a bag with all of yn’s go-to snacks: sour gummy worms, a giant bag of spicy chips, and that weird mango-flavored soda she’d once ranted about on weverse for ten minutes “It’s like summer in a can, oppas don’t get it!”. By the time he got back to the dorm, he was lugging two cake boxes and a plastic bag practically bursting at the seams, looking like a man on a mission.

The living room was quiet when he walked in—too quiet. Most of the members were out or napping, leaving only yn sprawled on the couch, scrolling tiktok with her headphones on. Her cardboard cutout stood nearby, still sporting its angry marker-drawn eyebrows and a new sign that read “Hoshi’s Apology Rejected.” Hoshi took a deep breath, dumped his haul on the coffee table, and plopped down right in front of the cutout, ignoring the real YN entirely.

“Hey, cardboard yn,” he said loudly, unpacking the goods with exaggerated flair. “Look what I got! Two whole cakes—chocolate and strawberry. Plus gummies, chips, and that mango soda the real yn’s obsessed with. I was gonna share it with her, but since she’s still ignoring me…” He popped open the soda can with a dramatic fizz, took a loud sip, and smirked at the cutout. “Guess I’ll just eat it all myself. Too bad, huh?”

Yn’s head snapped up from her phone so fast her headphones nearly flew off. “What?!” she squawked, yanking one earbud out. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I would,” he shot back, grinning like a cheshire cat. He opened the chocolate cake box, grabbed a plastic fork, and scooped up a massive bite, hovering it inches from his mouth. “Mmm, smells so good. Shame the real yn’s too mad to have some. Cardboard yn doesn’t eat, right? More for me!”

“STOP!” yn screeched, launching herself off the couch and tackling him. The fork clattered to the floor as she wrestled the cake box out of his hands, her voice a mix of outrage and laughter. “You can’t just bribe me with cake and snacks, you thief! I’m still mad!”

“Am I a thief if I replaced it?” Hoshi countered, dodging her flailing arms with a cackle. “Two cakes are better than one old, crusty slice! And look—gummies! Soda! I even got the spicy chips you like! I’m the best oppa again, admit it!”

“You’re a sneaky oppa,” she huffed, but her resolve was crumbling. She eyed the chocolate cake, then the gummies, then the soda, her stomach growling loud enough for both of them to hear. “Ugh, fine! But only because I’m hungry, not because I forgive you!”

“Sure, sure,” Hoshi teased, handing her a fork. “Whatever you say, maknae. Dig in before I change my mind and eat it all.”

Within minutes, they were sprawled on the floor, surrounded by open cake boxes and snack wrappers, laughing like nothing had happened. Yn shoved a gummy worm in Hoshi’s face, demanding, “Say ‘Yn is the best maknae ever’ or I’m starting the silent treatment again!” He complied, mumbling through a mouthful of cake, “Yn is the best maknae ever,” only for her to cackle and smear chocolate frosting on his cheek.

The other members trickled in, drawn by the noise, and stopped dead at the sight. “Are they… okay now?” Dino asked, blinking at the sugar-coated chaos.

“Looks like it,” Seungcheol said, shaking his head. “Hoshi finally found the key to her heart: food.”

“Should’ve known,” Jeonghan muttered, smirking. “She’s pettier than me, but cake fixes everything.”

“Hey!” yn shouted, pointing her fork at him. “I heard that, Jeonghan oppa! You’re next on my hit list!”

“Better hide your snacks,” Hoshi stage-whispered, earning a playful shove from yn.

By the end of the night, the cakes were half-eaten, the snacks were demolished, and YN’s cardboard cutout had a new sign taped to it: “Hoshi = Forgiven (For Now).” Hoshi beamed, slinging an arm around yn’s shoulders. “Back to number one status, right?”

“Don’t push it,” she retorted, but she didn’t pull away, already plotting her next tiktok with him. The dorm was noisy again, the cake war was over, and yn's reign of chaos continued—with Hoshi firmly back in her good graces, at least until the next disaster.

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AN UNEXPECTED CONFESSION!

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Valentine’s day shidou ryusei x reader fic <3

What you need to know: short, cheesy and cliche, reader is shy, high school au, artsy Shidou and reader, gender neutral reader, fluff!

Shidou Ryusei. The name of the boy who sat next to you in the art club and also the guy you started to really like ever since club activities started.

Many people would describe Shidou as aggressive, impulsive, mean and even a demon, but to you he was like a cupid’s arrow shot straight into your heart.

Shidou was a very different person when he was at the art club, he was very dedicated and calm. He would often compliment your work and tell you about how he liked your explosions or something like that, give you tips and opinions to help you improve, he was attentive to you and even if you rarely talk outside club activities and you often saw him getting into fights or practicing in his other club he always was very sweet to you, a rare sight on him.

You were shy and barely talk to anyone, so when you went to the art club and he started talking to you at first you were happy you made a friend, he was a little weird and very teasing sometimes, but he was nice and you seemed to have the same interests, you fell in love in the way he saw things and how he expressed himself without words but with art and soccer.

Valentine’s Day was getting near and you were currently trying to write a love letter for him, you even did a sketch of him.

“No… this sounds pretty stupid…” You mumbled as you threw another piece of paper to the trash. The letter had to be perfect, you assumed he received a lot of love letters on Valentine’s Day so your letter had to stand out from the rest.

You hadn’t even finished writing another attempt of a letter without being a blushing mess, giggling and kicking your feet every time you thought about Shidou. You were really scared, the last time you gave a love letter to someone the person just straight out laughed and bluntly rejected you.

Finally after a long time of writing and trying to pour out your feelings to the letter and making some chocolate cookies that were surprisingly delicious, you packed everything in a pretty pink box and waited for Valentine’s Day to come.

Meanwhile, to Shidou Valentine’s Day was another boring day, contrary to what you thought, he never received a letter, let alone a confession. People would just look for him for something casual or hookups as he was “just too much” or “too weird” in their words. He craved for something much more than that, he wanted real love, someone would make his cells vibrate, he wanted an explosion, a person who get him and not restrained him from his so called freedom. A feeling he only felt when he was in the field or working on a canvas.

At the end of the day he would cry when he became nothing, specially on Valentine’s Day when he craved more of that feeling. Yeah, being just by himself was nice and he was used to, he enjoyed it, but it was days like this when he started to overthink what it felt like to be loved and cared for.

Today was the day, you had packed the box in your backpack and you were currently walking to the art club, feeling the weight of every step you took. Your heart was beating very fast and you were very anxious, your plan was to ask Shidou to talk privately after the club activities ended and give him box. As you arrived to the club, he was already there, you sat next to him as usual and took a deep breath.

“Hey y/n, is something wrong? You seem nervous” Shidou tilted his head, looking at you slightly curious.

“I-I’m fine…” you smiled shyly and turned to look at him with a determined face. “Shidou, I was wondering if we could talk before we go home.” You blushed and immediately cursed yourself for getting flustered so quick.

“Oh? Now I’m curious, sure we can~” Shidou smirked as he then started to work on his own canvas, feeling a small jolt on his heart at your words and flustered state, could it be…? No, he was in denial, maybe it was something else. He couldn’t imagine someone so sweet, shy and gentle liking him.

The club felt like an eternity to both, Shidou was dying of curiosity and you were dying of embarrassment, neither of you shared a word until club activities were over.

“So? Where should we talk?” Shidou looked at you with curiosity and slight impatience.

“Uh… can we go to the sakura tree?” You asked, almost mumbling the last part as you felt you heart beat faster and your cheeks starting to redden.

The sakura tree was a peaceful and common spot were couples hang out in school, Shidou was confused and surprised by your request but agreed anyway, he didn’t want to get his hopes up but he couldn’t deny his heart was getting excited.

Once you reach the spot you stood up in front of him, you took out the pink box with the letter and cookies inside and breathed deeply. You extended your hands holding the box to him as your face was a deep shade of red.

“F-for you!” You looked down and your hands slightly trembled.

Shidou widened his eyes and blinked twice as he processed what was happening. The person whom explosions he loved and made his cells get excited was giving him what it look like a love letter? Surely this was a first for him.

He took the box from you with care as if it was the most precious thing he saw ever and stared at it. “Can i… open it?” He spoke softly as he started to open the box.

You nodded shyly, still not able to look at him as you heard him open the box and when you heard he was opening the letter you quickly looked at him, terrified. “You can read it later, t-there’s no need to read it now…” You stuttered as you saw him ignore you and open the letter anyway.

You could see his concentrated face as he was eating one of the cookies you made and reading the letter, but you couldn’t figure out his reaction, he was expressionless. “Don’t feel pressured to say something I… just wanted to tell you my feelings and-“

You were cut off when suddenly Shidou cupped your face with his free hand and smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, you could feel the taste of the cookies through it, but it was full with passion and excitement.

He pulled away and looked at you, a slight blush covering his face as he was smiling stupidly in love.

“You really surprise me sweetheart~” He chuckled as he caressed your cheek while you were still processing what just happened. “You even did a pretty drawing of me! Damn i look handsome.” He chuckled as he admired your sketch.

Your lips trembled and you felt your chest could explote at any second, you didn’t imagine to get this far with your confession. “You… like it?” You asked still in disbelief.

“Like it? Sweetheart, this is the first time I’ve received something so beautiful.” He smirked and ruffled your hair. “So I’d say I love it” Shidou was over the clouds, he felt like someone finally matched his explosions, he didn’t care you were slightly shy and more reserved. You were just perfect for him, you get him and saw through him, it was the kind of feeling he was craving for all this time.

Your eyes lit up at his words, your lips curving into a smile as you looked at him. “Shidou…”

“You’re never leaving my side now, just so you know.” He smirked and hugged you tightly.

This was a very unexpected confession to Shidou, but he was determined to be with you and never let you go now that he found his missing piece.

Hope you like it! This was just a simple fic now that Valentine’s is coming, English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes!!

I made this for my shy people!! Bc honestly if somehow shidou was my classmate i would be trembling and blushing like crazy lol

masterlist here

[whatpennymade]

Give me something hot and strong… and chocolatey

[lovekawaas]

valentines day special! <3

how you celebrate valentines day with you jjk college boyfr!

ft: k. nanami, s. gojo, t. fushiguro, s. geto, c. kamo, s. kong

cw: none; not proofread

wc: 1.3k words

a/n: happy valentines day!! i hope you spend it with your special someone or those that you love!!

k. nanami

kento is such a romantic

the whole day is curated to you and you favorite things while also tying in part of your relationship from beginning to where the two of you are now

he brings you to a nearby cafe letting you pick out whatever you like, indulging in all of the sweets of your choice

after, the two of you head to a musuem letting the day pass you by as you wander inside

your time there is spent with lots of sweet couples pictures, long gazes at the paintings (or so you think, kento can really only ever stare at you), and hand holding as you pass through the gallery

when you leave, kento brings you to the bookstore where you guys met and lets you pick out any work you want

when you get back to his apartment, he tells you just relax, put on music of your choice while he starts to cook dinner for the two of you

you offer to help but he declines so you just sit on the counter and look pretty

while eating dinner, he tells you he has one last surprise for you: a gift

a letter to you that he wrote when you first started dating and a necklace with three gems on it: your birthstone, his, and the stone of the month in which the two of you got together

his thoughtfulness never fails to bring you to tears

c. kamo

it's a bit of a learning curve with choso because you're his first girlfriend ever!

he isn't quite sure where to start so he goes to the best place he can think of to get some advice: his younger brother yuuji

yuuji advice doesn’t help him too much; all he really says is that whatever he does he should do it from the heart!

choso is stuck and doesn’t want to ruin the day for you!

you are his first-ever relationship and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make you upset

he decides to use the skill that he knows best: his artsiness and creativity

ends up making you a vase at his ceramics studio to put some flowers for you in

he specially picked the floral arrangement himself so that it would be something you would like

also makes a beautiful painting of the two of you for you to put up in your room

vakentine's day with choso is full of heartful homemade gifts that really unleash and show his creative side

the night is spent with the two of you in his dorm room admiring the gifts that he got for you and lots and lots of cuddling

he opens up to you about his worries and how nervous he was to try and find you something that you would love

you calm his worries with a kiss assuring him that anything he could have gotten you would have been perfect

s. gojo

the most annoying charming man on the planet of course has to be the most obnoxious person on the day of true love

he's so cheesy and cliche but that's why you love him

he invites you over to his frat and when you get there he makes all the pledges serenade you by singing pony by ginuwine

it makes you cringe so hard watching fraternity men try to hit the right notes but you can only imagine how hard satoru made them practice so that it would sound just right for you

after their silly performance, he takes you out to a fancy restaurant and brings out all the stops: huge steaks, champagne bottles, chocolate cakes with sparklers coming out of them

the sauce on the side of the cake is heart shaped and there's a little ring placed in the middle

you see it and shocked you look back at gojo

he reassures you that it's only a promise ring but he can't wait for the day that he can give you the real thing

after dinner he leads you to his room, the floor leading up to the bed is covered with rose petals and on the bed they spell out "i love you" in the middle of a heart

you turn back to satoru and jump in his arms to embrace him for all the stops he pulled

s. kong

valentines day with shiu is a little bit expected, but not in a bad way!

the two of you go on a drive (because of course you do)

but the place he takes you to is a little bit different this time

you end up at a barren field in his hometown, far enough away from the city that the skies are so clear that you can see the stars out

you get there right at sunset so you can watch the beautiful view

of course, shiu will always think that the sight of you is much more stunning

he can't help but stare at you the whole time as you gaze off into the distance

once the sun goes down, he opens up the trunk of his convertible and reaches in to bring a basket of food for the two of you to share

a picnic under the stars with his favorite girl, what could be better than this

at the bottom of the basket, shiu pulls out a little red velvet box

a promise ring just for you that has your favorite colored stone on it

it's beautiful and makes you tear up just a little thinking about the future of your relationship

the two of you talk for hours, reflecting on your relationship and how far the two of you have come

eventually, he brings out a blanket too for you guys to sit on the field and cuddle

the night ends with his warm embrace and a kiss to your forehead as you guys cozy up in the fields looking at the stars above

t. fushiguro

before you, he never was a big fan of the holiday

he slept around campus a lot before you, having a long string of flings but nothing ever too long-term

but being with you gives him a new outlook on the holiday

when you sleepover in his room, usually he'll bring you home a bagel after his morning run

but on valentines day it's a little different

he comes home from his run with your favorite drink to start your day and a few donuts frosted with red and pink creams shaped like hearts

"happy valentines day ma" he tells you as he presses a kiss to your lips setting the donuts to the side on your desk

the kiss deepens starting to get more and more passionate (as things usually do with toji)

but before things can go any further you hear a knock at the dorm door and toji encourages you to answer it

you walk over to open it only to be presented with a pledge holding roses and a card

the inside reads "lovely flowers for the girl i love most. happy v day"

though it isn't with verbal words, this is the first time toji says he loves you (and he says it first)

closing the door behind you, you practically pounce on that man

no need for the gym on valentines day when you have toji and his dorm bed

s. geto

on valentines day, you and geto keep it very lowkey

he's not one for huge grand gestures but it's fine you really don't mind

that doesn't mean he doesn't make an effort at all for you

he calls you to tell you that he has a surprise for you and that he'll come grab you after your class ends

when your class does end you exit and find him waiting outside for you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers

Immediately you thank him, sealing your gratitude with a kiss

he's quite sentimental so when the two of you make it back to his apartment away from campus, there are pictures of the two of you from throughout your relationship hanging all throughout the living room

standing in shock, he leads you to the kitchen counter where cake and letter sit waiting for you

he baked it of course (because he's literally perfect at making sure that it was your favorite flavor with the frosting dyed your favorite color to match

the letter is a long exclamation of his love for you explaining how he felt when you first met all the way to how you guys are now

he knows he doesn't express himself too much out loud so he wrote it to show just how much he really does love you

[dissociativewriter]

It’s just a game, right?

Pairing: Reader x LADS Boys

wc: 3.6k

cw: this is a crack fic, tension, bickering, dramatics, proposed murder, mentions of prostitution, you can tell my Sylus bias; not proofread

Synopsis: You invited your five close friends over for a game of Clue. Sure, you were nervous, but how bad could it be?

author’s note: inspired by @alynnia ‘s reblog on this post! Kinda went off the rails but i still think it’s funny. When Sylus was talking about his job as a fruit vendor and mentions how popular the pomegranates are, i almost had him say it was dragonfruit instead, but i wanted to lean into his (albeit minor) pomegranate symbolism. Also im sorry but there’s not much Xavier :( I wasn’t sure how to write him so he’s asleep a lot

tag list: @p4r4dx

Boxes shifted precariously as you carefully pulled Clue from the very middle of the pile. Board games swayed threateningly as you halted your movements, Clue half-out in this impromptu game of jenga. Holding the box triumphantly in both hands, you used your hip to shut the cabinet door, moving forward into the living room.

You dropped it on the coffee table before leaving to get more snacks from the kitchen. Stopping to check the time, you made a mental checklist as you noted you had only thirty minutes until your guests would arrive (if they were on time, that is). You had to put the snacks out, make everything cozy for game night, and shove the growing laundry pile into the closet, hidden away from sight, along with other unsightly or embarrassing things you’d removed from your home.

Of course, you wouldn’t put it past your guests to snoop around anyway.

You set out small bowls of chips, crackers, popcorn, cookies, and chocolates. You only hoped they wouldn’t run out in the first ten minutes. Centering the game’s board in the center with the various bowls around it, you set out all of the little things. The pile of cards (un-shuffled right now. Knowing your guests, they’d want to see you deal them to know you didn’t cheat) off to the side, the small character pieces in their rightful places, and the tiny revolver, rope, lead pipe, wrench, knife, and candlestick placed in various rooms on the board. You grinned proudly at you work, enjoying the aesthetic placement of everything on the table.

Swiftly picking up your laundry as you entered the bedroom, you unceremoniously dumped the pile in your closet along with any other skeletons you didn’t want them seeing. Next, you grabbed a couple fluffy blankets and plucked six plushies off your bed: Pinecone Bear, Bunbun, Happy Snowman, Artsy Birb, Grumpy Crow, and Sunny Apple. You arranged them in a neat pile on the table next to your front door, making sure each was visible.

You took one final look at your living room, tossing a blanket here, fluffing a pillow there. Overall, it had all the coziness you’d wanted. You dimmed the lights, keeping only a couple lamps around the coffee table. Moving the box away from the setup, you jolted as you realized the detective notebooks had been forgotten. You quickly grabbed six, tossing them onto the table, as you rushed to the kitchen, digging through your aptly named ‘junk drawer’ for six pens, pencils, hell, even chalk would do.

Grasping the sixth pencil (luckily, you hadn’t had to resort to chalk), you nearly dropped it as knock sounded on your front door. You tossed the pencils on the coffee table before smoothing out your shirt. You had one last look on the mirror, trying to make sure you looked casual but still put together, and opened the door.

Immediately craning your neck to meet piercing crimson eyes, you grinned as you welcomed him in.

He merely raised an eyebrow. “Eager, much?”

“And a bit nervous,” you sighed as you ran a hand through your hair. “I don’t know if everyone’s going to get along. I’m just hoping the night doesn’t end with me cleaning blood out of my carpet.”

He huffed out a laugh. “As if I would leave a mess for you to clean. You should know I work neatly and efficiently, sweetie.” He took a step forward, intending to move from your entryway to your living room before you placed a hand on his chest. He looked down at you expectantly.

“Before you go,” you pointed to the entryway table, “pick a plushie.”

He chuckled. “Truly, you know how to give your guests a… luxurious experience.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Just pick one, Sylus.” He grinned at you before turning to the plushies.

You watched expectantly as attentive eyes scanned over each plushie. You had an idea, of course, which one he’d pick, but now it was just a matter of seeing if you were right. You internally pumped your fist as Sylus picked up Grumpy Crow, a similar expression on his face.

“I suppose this one will suffice.”

“You sound so grumpy about it, but I see the way you’re holding him close.” You smiled knowingly before turning to walk into the living room. He followed close behind, turning Grumpy Crow over in his hands.

“It’s a he?” Sylus looked between you and the crow incredulously.

“Well, it’s not a she,” you said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You motioned to what you had set up for the game, a grin of pride on your face. “Here, you can sit wherever. I have snacks here and there’s drinks in the fridge.”

Sylus looked around. “It’s very… cozy. I take it I’m the first to arrive?” He looked back to you.

“You were ten minutes early,” you shrugged.

“It’s more polite to show up a few minutes early than late.”

As if on cue, a practiced knock met the door.

You quickly went to answer the door, leaving Sylus to his own devices. Opening the door, his eyes met yours briefly before beginning a methodical sweep over your apartment.

“I apologize,” he began, “if I’ve caught you in the middle of something. I wanted to make sure I was on time—” His eyes landed on Sylus looking increasingly out of place amidst fluffy blankets and fairy lights. Sylus met his gaze with a wolfish grin. “I see you already have a guest.” He eyed Sylus up and down.

Sylus rose, taking quick strides towards the door. “Yes, I’m Sylus. I assume you’re Doctor Zayne?”

Zayne swiftly adjusted his glasses before offering his hand to Sylus to shake. “Good evening, Sylus. Just Zayne will do, though. No need for honorifics outside of the office.” He offered a polite smile.

You watched, shifting on your feet, as the men stood in your entryway, sizing each other up. Though you were relieved things seemed to be going smoothly right now, you knew it could only go downhill from here given the three remaining guests. “Oh, Zayne!” He tore his gaze away from Sylus to meet your excited expression. “Before we go sit down, pick a plushie.” You motioned with a flourish to the small table beside you.

Zayne only stared at you blankly. “That’s childish,” he said bluntly.

“Now, now, doctor. If our hostess requires us to pick a plushie, I don’t see why we should deny her.” Sylus hadn’t lost his grin as he tapped his finger against his temple.

Zayne glanced between you and Sylus before sighing and grabbing Happy Snowman. He raised an eyebrow. “Satisfied?”

You nodded in approval. “Very.”

The men took seats opposite each other, and an almost-comfortable silence took over. You sat on the edge of your couch, ready to open the door.

“I understand you have a very impressive resume, Zayne,” Sylus said as he crossed his legs.

“I try.” He nodded curtly.

“So humble.” Sylus raised an eyebrow.

“I see no point in focusing on past accomplishments,” Zayne explained icily, “When there is still much to do.”

“I’m surprised you were able to make it, Zayne,” you interrupted, nervous of the rising tensions. You wanted to stop before Sylus goaded Zayne into losing his composure. It was hard enough to get Zayne to agree to join this game night, you weren’t about to let him leave before it even started. “I feel like I haven’t been able to see you much lately.”

“Greyson and Yvonne informed me I needed to ‘interact with more people outside of work.’ When you proposed a game of Clue with your friends, I felt compelled to agree.”

“Well, I know I’m quite honored that you can find the time to entertain an evening with the likes of our dear hostess’s friends and I.” Crimson eyes bore into hazel ones.

Before you could redirect the conversation, there was another knock.

“Hey, pip-squeak!” Sylus didn’t miss the doctor’s rigid posture as the recognition of the nickname, or his white knuckles as he clutched Happy Snowman tighter.

Sylus shifted closer to Zayne. “I take it you don’t like this next guest,” he whispered.

“It’s a childish prejudice,” Zayne dismissed quickly, though his eyes were trained on you as you welcomed Caleb inside.

“You seem to think a lot of things childish,” Sylus murmured. “That doesn’t render them meaningless, though.”

Zayne stared at Sylus before they both turned as Caleb entered, Sunny Apple in hand. His smile tightened as he recognized Zayne, his eyes lingering before sparing a glance to Sylus who was now sprawled across a portion of the couch.

“Sylus, Zayne, this is Caleb.” You weakly motioned to Caleb, already wincing at the thick tension. Sylus raised his chin, crimson eyes glinting with mischief.

“Ah, if it isn’t the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Tell me, how does one become a Colonel so young?” His head dipped down slightly as a smirk played on his lips.

At the mention of the Fleet, Caleb’s posture straightened, his smile dropping as he observed the leader of Onychinus. “Strength, precision, and loyalty,” he listed off firmly. “My various accomplishments helped me to achieve my rank in the Fleet.”

“Oh? Are you certain it wasn’t higher powers coming into play?” He cocked his head.

As Caleb took a step forward, you suddenly jumped in. “Sylus, why don’t you help me bring some drinks in? What does everyone want?” Ignoring Caleb’s glare towards Sylus and quickly noting everyone’s requests, you dragged Sylus behind you into the kitchen, noticing he was all too eager to receive your inevitable scolding.

“What is your problem?” you hissed as you pulled glasses out of your cabinet.

Sylus leaned leisurely against the counter, taking the glasses as you handed them to him. “I was merely making conversation. I’m just trying to get to know your friends, sweetie.” His smirk grew wide.

“You’re goading them on and you know it.” You narrowed your eyes at him before sighing. “Why can’t you just behave?”

“I’m only trying to make out what kind of people you make friends with,” he explained. “Since I’m one of them, I think I have at least some reason to be concerned. But if it really is that important to you,” his voice softened, “I’ll play nice, kitten.”

Your shoulders relaxed. “Thank goodness.”

“So long as they do, too,” he added as he followed you out of the kitchen, drinks in hand.

Back in the living room, Caleb and Zayne were sat in chairs opposite each other, a tense silence filling in the air. You set the drinks down on the table, Sylus close behind, as you frantically searched for something to say.

Luckily, you were spared the pain as the fourth knock of the night sounded.

As you turned to the door, Caleb asked, “Pip-squeak, how many people did you say would be comin’ over?”

“Five altogether,” you answered. “So after this, there will only be one left.”

With your back to the men, Zayne’s face broke into a small grin at Caleb’s grimace. “Are you alright, Caleb?” he asked, his brows drawing together in faux concern. “You look ill.”

“Perhaps that’s just how he looks,” Sylus drawled.

Shooting Sylus (another) glare, Caleb answered through gritted teeth, “I’m fine.”

As the group listened to the “Hey there, cutie. Did you miss me?” coming from the door, Zayne ducked his head to hide his smile as Caleb’s jaw clenched tightly.

The men observed the mop of purple hair following behind you, evidently unamused. “Zayne, Sylus, Caleb.” You pointed each of them out. “This is Rafayel.” Rafayel greeted them noticeably less excitedly than he’d greeted you, though his charm was still undeniable. He put more of his focus onto Artsy Birb as you left to get him a drink.

“So, Rafayel. What is it that you do?” Sylus asked.

Rafayel shrugged. “I guess I’m what you call an artist.”

Sylus nodded, opening his mouth to speak again when Caleb broke in. “Sylus,” he turned his head to meet crimson eyes, hands clenched to fists on his thighs. “You’re interrogating everyone else, but haven’t said anything about yourself. What is it that you do?”

Sylus waved his hand carelessly as if he were waving off the question. “I suppose you could say I’m a fruit vendor.”

“Oh? Are you very successful?” Zayne asked carefully.

“Somewhat. Our pomegranates are specifically quite popular.” He smirked.

Caleb muttered, “I never cared for pomegranate.”

Sylus eyes landed on the plushie in Caleb’s lap. “Yes, well, I never cared for apples.”

You watched from the sidelines with arms crossed as Caleb stiffened, shifting in his seat like he was about to storm over to Sylus. As if sensing your impending panic, Rafayel spoke up.

“Cutie, where’s your last guest? If he takes any longer, he’ll be late, jellyfishes will be walkin’ naked, sea turtles will be climbing trees, sharks will be eating grass for free!”

You shook your head as a grin made its way onto your face, Rafayel’s own expression mirroring your own once he caught sight of it.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon, Raf, but…” You pulled out your phone. “Maybe I should call him. Just to make sure everything’s alright.”

Caleb stood then, putting his hand on your back to push you towards the couch. “He’ll be fine on his own, pips. We could just get started without him.” In Caleb’s mind, the less men there, the better.

Much to his chagrin, however, the fifth and final knock on the door of the night happened just as you were about to take your seat. You quickly stood, rushing to the door, leaving Caleb to mourn the loss of your warmth next to him.

The artist’s eyes focused on the Colonel, sharp, cold, and calculating now that his source of light had left for the door. “Eager, much?” He offered a charming smile that contrasted his eyes.

Violet eyes met his own. “What do you mean?”

The smile dropped, just slightly. “I understand a Colonel being territorial, but she isn’t yours.”

Sylus sighed. “As much as I hate to admit it, I agree.” He looked around at the men gathered around the coffee table, with a quick glance towards the final man still at the door. “As far as I can tell, we’re all protective over her. It’s not our place to dictate what she can or can’t do, no matter how we feel about it. This evening is clearly important to her, so I propose we all do our best to tolerate each other. At least so her night isn’t ruined.” Sylus leaned back in his chair.

Zayne nodded. “Nicely put. I will be polite so long as the rest of you are as well.” He observed each man, his gaze lingering on Caleb just a beat longer.

“Alright, alright,” Rafayel sighed. “I wouldn’t want to make her sad.”

Caleb scoffed. “How noble, Sylus. Telling us to play nice when you’re the one that’s been egging us on.”

“Surely you can understand sizing up a stranger, Colonel.” Sylus shrugged.

“Hello,” a soft voice broke through, “care to introduce me to everyone?”

The group looked up as you introduced Xavier, each man equally untrusting of his saccharine blue eyes. He moved to sit next to Sylus as you sat between Zayne and Rafayel.

You clapped your hands together. “So, are you guys ready to play?”

After mutual nods and agreements, Sylus began to lean forward. “I can shuffle the cards, if you’d like.”

“No!” You said, a little too fast. Laughing nervously, you picked up the deck of cards. “Zayne, why don’t you shuffle instead?”

He raised an eyebrow, but took the deck from your hands with no complaints. As he dealt the cards, the rest took the opportunity to stake their claims on the characters.

Sylus wordlessly took the red game piece, holding it tightly as he lounged back against his armchair.

“Wait. Did you just take Miss Scarlett?” Rafayel looked between Sylus and the board with widened eyes. Sylus only offered a nod. “No, no, no, no. I play Miss Scarlett. Not you. Me. Hand her over.” Rafayel held his hand out expectantly, bearing a striking resemblance to a petulant child.

Sylus hummed, pretending to turn the matter over. “No.”

Rafayel shot up out of his seat. “Why not? Why should it matter? Can’t you just let me have this?”

“Somethin’ tells me this is about more than a game piece,” Caleb chuckled.

“Oh, aren’t you one to talk!” Rafayel whirled on him. “Weren’t you just—”

“Raf, why don’t you just pick another character?” Your soft voice interrupted him, and all his fire was put out as he met your pleading eyes.

He sat down quietly, picking up Mrs Peacock. “Fine. I guess I don’t need to play as Miss Scarlett,” he grumbled.

Sylus remained silent, with only an amused smile on his face. Caleb reached forward, plucking Colonel Mustard from the table.

“I’m a Colonel, so I’ll play the Colonel,” he explained simply.

Zayne took Professor Plum. “I was not aware we were aiming for realism.”

Sylus barked out a laugh. “I can supply a dead body for realism,” his eyes landed on Caleb, “but then we’ll be down a player.”

Jolted awake from the ongoing shenanigans, Xavier glanced up around the group, silently grabbing Mrs White before sinking back into the couch with Bunbun held close to his chest.

Caleb met Sylus’s taunting look with his own hard gaze. “You do realize that if we’re keeping with realism, it implies that you’d be a prostitute?”

When met with silence, a triumphant smile made its way onto Caleb’s face, only to be washed away with Sylus’s noncommittal shrug. “I could do it.”

You shook your head as Caleb scoffed. “Let’s just fill in the notes from our cards,” you sighed, taking the remaining Mr Green into your hand.

Silence filled the room with only the rustling of paper and scratching of pencils.

“Sylus,” Zayne’s calculated voice suddenly broke through the silence. “Stop looking at Xavier’s cards while he’s practically falling asleep.”

Sylus smirked. “So attentive, doctor.”

Zayne was the one to sigh again, rubbing his temples as if he were already tired of this group. “Xavier, switch places with Caleb.”

Both men listened to the doctor and wordlessly switched positions.

Finally, the group settled into a comfortable rhythm as the game progressed.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed each of their guards lowering throughout the evening. The conversation became easy, banter filling the silence.

Nearly a half hour later, tension, albeit playful, filled the room as Sylus took his turn, guessing, “Mrs Peacock with the knife in the ballroom.”

For the second time that evening, Rafayel shot up out of his seat. “You think it’s me? You’ve barely even written anything down!” He motioned wildly as his voice rose in pitch. “Now you’re accusing me? Why don’t you trust me?”

Sylus ignored him as he asked each person if they could tell him he was wrong, only to be met with no’s all across the board. Not that he was surprised, of course.

He smugly picked up the ‘confidential’ file from the center of the board, pulling each card out with a flourish.

Mrs Peacock.

Knife.

Ballroom.

Rafayel shrieked, moving to the corner to hug his knees to his chest.

Caleb tossed his cards down on the table. “Damn! I was so close, I just didn’t have the room.”

“I was going to guess that on my next turn,” Zayne said.

Xavier rubbed his eyes, nearly falling asleep again when he realized it wasn’t his turn. “Oh…” he said softly. “The game’s over?”

After the outrage died down, and a few more playful (or what you wanted to believe was playful) jabs were made, the men filtered out of your apartment. United only by their truce to behave for you, they’d managed to get along without any bloodshed.

Sylus was the final one to leave, lingering in the doorway as the two of you made idle chatter.

“See? The night has ended and you aren’t left to clean any blood from your carpet.” He smirked down at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. “You kept your promise. Don’t think I didn’t notice you purposefully annoying each of them, though.” You narrowed your eyes.

His smile grew fond. “Well, it seems you’ve caught me,” he said softly. “Perhaps we could do this again. The evening was… tolerable.”

Your eyes light up. “So you did enjoy yourself!”

Sylus glanced away from you, avoiding eye contact. “I dislike the Colonel. The doctor was nice. The hunter and the artist were a bit unusual, but tolerable nonetheless,” he said swiftly. He looked into your eyes again, curiously flitting through them. “One question, sweetie. Why the plushies?”

“Just an experiment.” You waved a hand. “I just wanted to see something.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “Did we satisfy your curiosity?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “You all picked the ones I thought you would. It makes sense, really.”

He chuckled. “Are you implying I bear a resemblance to Grumpy Crow?”

You cocked your head. “Are you really trying to see you don’t?”

Sylus paused for a moment, contemplating. “Touché.” An alert on his phone brought you both out of your banter. Checking it, he sighed. “Sorry, kitten. Looks like I’ve got a meeting to get to. See you later.” He gave a brief wave goodbye as he ducked out the door.

“Bye, Sy,” you said, shutting the door behind him. Though your relief for the end of the night was tangible, it really wasn’t so bad.

Maybe another game night wasn’t a bad idea.

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Fontaine, Seduced

(alternatively : Fontaine Tries To Be A Gentleman But You Aint Ask Him For All'Dat)

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, long fic, cursing, use of the n-word, thirsty Fontaine, ramblings, slight corruption kink, praises n' begging, P-in-V, light bondage, Slips' First Smut

A/N: So sorry for the wait! Sooo, this is in answer to the anon who asked how Fontaine would be if he was trying to hide his nasty. i really hope i did you proud! I've

He...may have a problem.

There you were, the light of his life, seated on the floor and in a nest of your own making. Blankets and pillows spread with you nestled in it's center. A skein of yarn to your left as whatever it was you were creating grew in your lap with snacks to your right.

Absolutely adorable while you watched an old western with him. Fontaine knew you were warm and soft as a cake from your shower and shea butter, he could smell your hot chocolate with every sip you took.

Your furry socked feet rubbed together in your contentedness and every so often, you'd lean back on Fontaine's legs to look up at him until he leaned down to kiss you.

He wanted to see you cry.

It was terrible, he was terrible. You've been nothing but good to him and here he was wanting to see those pretty eyes rolling. It was a problem, he knew it.

Still...

He wanted to bend and twist you, he wanted to hear how close he could get you to screaming. Fontaine wanted to bite from your neck to your ankles, he wanted to ruin your sheets. He wanted to ruin the back seats in his ride, take you on a walk and lay you down beneath the moon and hear you call for him.

Fontaine knew how pretty you'd be taking his dick down your throat and he wanted to see it first hand.

But....it was you.

He could imagine wrapping a hand around those pretty locs and tugging them down to swallow his dick, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it.

Because it was you.

What if he hurt you? What if he did something you didn't like and you didn't tell him?

What if he scared you?

The idea alone distressed him.

He wouldn't risk it. Fontaine wouldn't risk anything when it came to you.

"Tea time? I think its tea time."

Your words drew him from his thoughts, movie long forgotten as he watched you stretch. You rolled partly onto your side, humming and unaware of the chaos you were causing as your cami rode high and your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.

"You want some tea?"

You were laid out into your back now, lost in a other stretch and Fontaine took a breath and nodded.

He was fine.

It was fine.

:::

It was not fine.

"I know it's a lot, but I made a promise." You sighed, looking over your shoulder and into the full length mirror in the back of the bedroom door. Fontaine sat only a few feet away, the polishing his sneaker in the same damn spot.

The promise was modeling a line of beautifully crafted crystal-bikini sets. Your locs were piled up carelessly as you struggled to clasp the top piece.

Fontaine has never seen anything like it, but you often ran with an artsy crowd. You often brought home strange and beautiful things to either model, store, or complete.

He really he hoped that you get to keep this one.

"You good, baby, you good. Tell what's it made of." Fontaine cleared his throat and stood, coming up behind you to take over.

"Fluorite and clear-quartz, you can see the lil' silver bells, right?" she said. "It reminds me of those flapper girls! But without the, uh, middle part, y'know? Look!"

You took a step back and twisted your hips with a soft, "Swish, swish!"

Fontaine whistled lowly. All he saw pretty titties and tasty thighs. When you turned and bent over a bit, wagging your bottom at him, he moved before thinking.

He cracked you right across the ass.

You squealed, putting your hands on your cheeks and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ooh, shit, my bad baby!"

Fontaine's heart fell into the floorboards, regardless of giggle fit you were in. He pulled you close with one arm, pressing apologetic kisses to the top of your head while his free hand rubbed your cheeks.

What the fuck was he thinking? Okay, he's gave you a little pop every now and again but that--that was out of line.

'You fuckin' up, nigga.'

"It's okay, it's okay. Really, it was really the sound that surprised me--okay?"

Fontaine looked you in the eye, saw your glimmering eyes and the giddy smile. He kissed your cheeks, wanting to feel your blushing face.

Then he nodded.

You kissed him on the lips, then had the nerve to bat your eyes at him.

"Y'know...I do get to keep this."

:::

"--od, Big Dawg?"

Fontaine's head snapped up and saw that Big Moss was trying to pass him a blunt. He shook his head at himself, taking the blunt and then taking a pull.

Big Moss shook his head as well, "C'mon, tell me what's up."

"I'm good, 'Moss. Jus' got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about your lil' shawty or somthin'?"

He grunted. Feeling his stare, Fontaine turned to face Big Moss who's expression was expectant.

"Well? Tell ya mans what's goin' on!" On went the fan and Fontaine knew it wasn't going to be let go.

He took another hit and passed the blunt back, "She's a good girl. Ain't like the others I had, I ain't gotta tell you that. Can't treat her like normal."

"Can't treat her... normal?"

"Can't treat her normal, y'know wha' I'm sayin'?"

A beat of silence. Then Big Moss' eyes widened in understanding,

"Oh! can't trea--yeah, a'ight, I see, I see."

Fontaine sighed and told Big Moss about losing himself when you were trying on the bikini-set, how bad he felt.

"Did she feel bad?"

"What?"

"I know you heard me, nigga. Like, did she cry or cuss yo' ass out? Get up and leave? anythin'?"

Fontaine didn't have to think hard to recall your smile, the breathy way you laughed, "...No. She wasn't mad. I was the one most fucked up by it."

Smacking his lips, the Big Moss put a hand on Fontaine's shoulder,

"Lemme tell you somethin', this yo' first Good Girl--ain't it? I'll tell you somethin' about 'em. The sweetest little faces be hiding the nastiest shit, cuz."

Fontaine scoffed, unbelieving. He recalled your inexperience at the beginning of your relationship. You were nervous but you did make up for it in unlimited enthusiasm...

"Hmn."

Big Moss continued, "I'm telling you, man! She's probably shy 'bout some shit and just need a lil encouragement from her man. Trust me on this, Big Dawg. I've seen how ya'll are--"

His free hand went up innocently at the look Fontaine gave him,

"All I'm sayin' is that ya'll rock with each other. Work with her, man. It'll all be cool in the end, ya dig me? Whatch it be something small, I'm tellin' you!"

Fontaine thought about it.

Then he nodded. Big Moss nodded back, handing over the blunt and not bothering to hide his grin.

:::

Fontaine had a plan.

He was thinking about it every since he left Big Moss, their talk still echoing through his head.

'Take it slow if you that worried, Big Dawg.'

'Moss was right. Fontaine took it slow made sure to be careful when dealing with you, and it's gotten him nothing but sweetness and warmth back.

He went to your place without even thinking and you welcomed him in with an excited smile. That smile grew nearly manic when you saw the take out in hands.

He took in your plushy romper and slippers as he followed you into the den. That winter weight that you've been commenting about was nothing but God and Fontaine knew to be grateful.

"Damn girl, whatchu been up too?" He rose a brow at the whirlwind of yarn and notebooks.

"Ah, just trying to keep hands busy!" you said with an embarrassed little laugh. You hurried to make space for him on the couch, moving your next to the floor after tossing down a few blankets.

You went onto your hands and knees, spreading out all the corners and pulling a few seating cushions closer. Fontaine followed the lines of you, right to the lil' bit of booty that was peeking out.

"You gonna be sittin' away from me?" Fontaine mumbled, eyes stuck to your ass.

"I'll come closer." You promised with a coy smile, then told him to get comfortable. You asked if he needed anything as you both settled down.

Fontaine nearly purred at your care of him, reminded of how good he had it with you.

He just had to go slow. Get used to checking himself, making sure he wasn't doing too much. Fontaine would contain himself.

A soft touch brought him outside of his head.

"Whatchu doin' down there, pretty?"

Your hands slid up his jean clad thighs and aimed those bright eyes at him. You still laid your cheek on his knee, still rubbing as you blink slowly at him without saying a word.

Fontaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for this. All he could do was nod and you gave him a candied smile as you pulled down his zipper. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself as the lust for nearly boiled over.

He was trying to be a good.

Your soft hands found his dick already half hard. Fontaine shifted to make more room for you, utterly enthralled by the way you licked your lips and wriggled closer.

A few pumps were all he needed and without preamble, you slipped his dick right to the back of your throat.

His ears rang and he finally released the remote he's been clutching, arms going out to span the back of the couch. What the fuck was this?

Your head went in small bobs, never letting the head of Fontaine's dick from the back of your throat. Your tongue was wet and wonderful. Nearly serpentine as you jerked the base of him, pulling back and giving his tip saccharine kisses.

He breathed heavily, hips jerking only once before he remembered himself. You hummed disappointedly and pulled back, looking at him with a small frown

" 'Taine, you need to relax." You still stroked his length, "Are you not into oral, we don't have too--

"Naw, that ain't it," Fontaine interjected quickly,

You rewarded him with another wet kiss to his tip, "Then why aren't you putting this where it belongs?"

He blinked as your words rang through his ears, the sweetest faces...

"You always go stiff as a board when I'm down here, never let me stay as long as I want." you sniffed and rubbed your lips against his dick.

His voice was faint, "I ain't want you to think you had to."

"I'd love to, Fontaine, that's the thing. More than often, preferably." You sighed, "I love that you're careful with me, but have you ever...wanted to...not be?"

Fontaine's hands balled where they were still up on the back of the couch.

You made the face when you were going to be really patient with him about something. Your gave his dick another kiss, soft as silk.

"Would you still be into me if I wasn't acting sweet all the time?"

He never understood whiplash until this very moment, but Fontaine focused when he saw the furrow in your brow.

"I don't care how you act, you're gonna still be mine at the end of the day." Fontaine was certain there was nothing that you could go through that he wouldn't be there to stand with you.

"Exactly. You ain't gotta be on your best behavior. You have me and all I want is you. How ever you are. I'm yours."

You laid it out so easy for him, the right words strung together to settle perfectly in his mind. Your words, your words...

Fontaine sat up, his focus zeroing in on you. Your back straightened as you continued.

"So what if I want to act...like-um..."

He sat up, "What? You wanna act up, pretty girl?"

The way you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation ignited him. You were a delicious little morsel on your knees trying to ask if you could swallow his dick again.

The sweetest fuckin' faces...

Fontaine reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb running across your lips. Your brown eyes were nearly black with a craving similar to Fontaine's.

He gently wagged your face, "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Everything."

He chuckled lowly at your whining and leaned in close enough to brush your noses together.

"You know what you askin' me?"

"You said you'd give me anything I need, didn't you? I need you, Fontaine."

Your voice carried off into a gasp, Fontaine had reached behind you and gathered your locs up into a gentle hold before tugging. With your head drawn back, Fontaine had the pleasure of seeing your pink tongue sweeping across your lips.

"You look hungry, pretty girl."

Your answer was a breathy little moan. Fontaine groaned as he leaned in to claim your lips, his reason slipping into the back seat of his mind.

:::

Arms tied behind your back, you could only rock and whine in Fontaine's lap as he pinched and plucked your tender nipples. One hand pulling the satin scarf that he used to bind your hands. It kept you taut and nearly immobile, enough for him to move you as he pleased.

And move you he did. Sometimes releasing your hands to grip at your waist, leaning up to kiss you or lying back and watching you.

The most nasty things flowed from his delectable lips and he definitely wasn't shy about giving your ass a few swats now.

Fontaine has been wringing orgasms out of you like honey from it's comb. The longer it went on, the more it felt like you were being devoured.

On your knees, away from the couch and up against the wall, folded up in recliner, now back on the couch.

Fontaine has never treated you this way. It was sublime. Gone was his careful touches and tender passion. Fontaine fucked you with a single minded determination, content to relish your ecstasy.

"This is what you wanted, pretty thing? Am I givin' you what you need now?"

You nodded, exhaling sharply as he ground into your sweet spot. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes at the sweet-hurt of being overwhelmed. You needed more to fall over the line, but you didn't want it to end.

You made desperate noises as he backed off enough to leave you on the edge, "Ye-Yes! Yes, 'Taine-- please, please--!"

He kneaded your ass, rough as he moved you on his dick. The pressure had you releasing a sound you didn't know you could make.

Fontaine's echoing moan shadowed a grin, "That's it, tell me who I am. Tell me who's this pussy's for."

"Yo-You, Fontaine, you..." You babbled, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"And it feels good?"

"Mmn, yesss..."

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. Fontaine's brow lifted and pace sharpened, ripping a keening gasp from you.

He purred as your eyes rolled back and sat up to meet you chest to chest, using one of his hands to squish your cheeks together.

"Use your words, beautiful. Is. It. Too much?" He husked against your lips, pace frustratingly slowing once again.

Your answer was to bite his bottom lip with the best growl you could muster.

Fontaine muttered something you couldn't hear and then he was leaning back, putting his hands on your thighs and driving up into you in earnest.

It felt like running through fire, seeing ever color at once, knowing the name of every star. All through it, Fontaine continued muttering to himself, no longer concerned with holding you steady.

"Mnh, look at that face. Finally gettin' what you wanted. Acting like like I ain't gonna give you what you ask for--that you can't tell me?"

"It wasn't like that." You whimpered at his hands on you again, reaching down to spread you around him. You gasped and lost balance swaying forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. When Fontaine slowed his pace again, you distantly hoped you'd be awake if he ever decided to cum.

"Don't worry," Fontaine's voice was gravel, "Imma teach you good. We'll find out how much you can take, hm? Together."

You were trembling and your brain was probably slush by now, but you've seen the appeal of being greedy.

Fontaine could still give you more, you still wanted more. Together, you could tear down the fences that kept you from each other's pleasure.

You leaned back enough to mash your lips to his, drinking down his pleased moan.

You didn't care how long it took, you wanted this man to tear you apart and piece you back together.

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Collective Writings - König

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posts surrounds my dearly beloved König!🎀✨for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

König:

König daily sketch - mini comic

König gives bear hugs - blurb

CatDad!König propaganda - headcanon

CatDad!König propaganda - if his cat brought back a rat - blurb

CatDad!König - mini comic

König being too tall - blurb

Monster!König fluff - fic

Door frame - blurb

Monster!König being domestic - headcanon

General König Headcanons - personal thoughts - headcanon

Roommate!König - complains/hoodies/sleep/cuddles - headcanon

Monster!König and lethargic period symptoms - headcanon + reblogged with Monster!König and general lethargy

Boyfriend!König loves your puppy - headcanon

Neighbor!König pt 1 - headcanon

König handstand - blurb

König is a hot chocolate snob - blurb

Loser!König info-dumps - reblog + blurb

Neighbor!König pt 2 - fic

Roommate!König - in your room/parallel play/hangs out/alone - headcanon

König is a beer snob - blurb

Neighbor!König - not canon/sees another man - headcanon

König orange peel theory - blurb

Loser!König is just König - headcanon

Retired!König and König, motorcycle/jeep - headcanon

Neighbor!König Headcanons - headcanon

König snacks on bananas - headcanon

FallenAngel!König - headcanon

König and his family’s height - headcanon

König plays Animal Crossing: New Horizons - headcanon

SecretAdmirer!König - headcanon

König wants you to feel special - reblog + blurb

Roommate!König - tails you/laundry/stares/rent - headcanon

Monster!König x M!Reader fluff - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

Loser!König aftermath (cont.) - blurb

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Artsy!König - headcanon

König and his siblings - reblog + blurb

Kiss it Better - headcanon

König’s hair - headcanon

Boyfriend!König buys you daffodils - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Husband!König kisses - headcanon

CatDad!König holding kitties - headcanon

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

König - birth year and age - headcanon

Gute Nacht - headcanon

Your birthday - headcanon

König x M!Reader - M!Reader is 8’ tall - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Monster!König x M!Reader - Getting Handsy… Tentacly? - fic

König is an open ended character - blurb

König - Decidueye - comic

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!König - blurb

König brings snacks to briefings - headcanon

König in the kitchen - blurb

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you Pt 2 - fic

Boyfriend!König x M!Reader - Oktoberfest - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

König and his clothes - headcanon

König went through an emo phase - headcanon

König is expressive - blurb

König’s bedsheets - photo

König slipping in the shower - headcanon

Retired!König x Retired!Reader - headcanon

ChildhoodBestFriend!König reunites with you - headcanon

Husband!König x Eczema!Reader - headcanon

CatDad!König with a kitten - blurb

König saying ‘Aua’ - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Boyfriend!König is comfortable touching you - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Dad!König - teacher conferences/playground - headcanon

(18+, mdni) König with a thirsty Reader - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

König with a Clingy!Reader - headcanon

YT!König doing mukbangs - headcanon

König x M!Reader with dysmorphia on their period - headcanon

König - unintentionally clumsy - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

ScareActor!König - well known/sees you/scares you - headcanon

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

(18+, mdni) Monster!König x M!Reader - Getting Handsy… Tentacly? - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you Pt 2 - fic

(18+, mdni) Boyfriend!König is comfortable touching you - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) König with a thirsty Reader - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

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🎨Artsy Fartsy Sunday📸

First off: 🎉Happy Mother’s Day💐 to all your amazing moms! Do yourself a favor and give her a call or take her to lunch today—she deserves it!

Tomorrow, I’m off for a week in the mountains, where the reception is about as useful as a chocolate teapot. Yup, I’ll be totally offline until we (hopefully) roll back home on Friday night, assuming we don’t get adopted by mountain goats.

I hope all of you will have a great week. I will miss you all so much! ❤️❤️