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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Sweet and Strong

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You stop by the parlor to drop off some treats. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Fluff, flir-ting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Tess is a real one, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Bucky edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from my Sin on Skin AU.❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You did your best not to let your mind wander during the work day, but Bucky hadn’t left your thoughts since he dropped you off at your place. A dopey smile formed on your face more times than you could count. The tattoo artist was your dream come true. Someone who looked like they could destroy everything in their path, but treated you with such care.

And he said yes to a date with you.

How does a man like him exist?

“Careful,” Tess said, nudging you to the side so she could take a cookie from the case. “Keep making that happy face and it’ll get stuck that way.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled, making sure there were no customers looking as you typed a quick message to Bucky on your phone.

“Hope you have a good day, Hottie.”

After a moment, you cringed and put the device away. Though Bucky gave you his number after he dropped you off, you didn’t message him immediately. Waiting until today was better because enough time had passed, but was the text too casual? Not casual enough? Was it clingy to message him before you had your date?

Why am I overthinking this?

“If you’re smiling because of Bucky, it’s a very good thing. Especially after what he did to help you. I think he should get a permanent discount,” Tess said, making you raise an eyebrow when you didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“We talked about this,” you gently reminded her when she pouted, a look that told you she was still upset. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

When Tess heard that Richard ambushed you after closing, she beat herself up for not being there. You assured her it wasn’t her fault that your ex showed up. She was thankful you were okay and that Bucky, and everyone else in the shop, stood up for you. She also added that if she saw Richard sniffing around the place that she’d kick him in the nuts.

Bucky assured you he wouldn’t come around and you believed him.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t see him get put in his place. Been a long time coming,” she said, a bit of mischief back in her eyes as she leaned against the counter to smile at you. “And I’m bummed I missed that kiss.”

“Why did I tell you about that?” you asked, your cheeks hot as you recalled the moment Bucky’s lip touched yours. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel him kissing you again. The memory made your heart swell.

As if on cue, your phone went off.

“Day’s better now that I’ve heard from you, Sugar. Can’t wait for our date. Planned something special.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you reread the message and hugged the device to your chest. You weren't sure how many women Bucky dated or how many special dates he planned before you. The thought of it being a high number didn't make your stomach sink as you expected. What mattered was that the two of you were taking a chance on each other.

And even though you technically asked him out, he took the time to plan something for you. When was the last time a guy did anything remotely nice for you without expecting something in return? Why had you settled in the past for less than what you deserved?

“You told me because we’re best friends,” Tess answered with a smirk when you looked her way. “Is that him?”

“Yeah, it’s him,” you smiled, showing her the message. “I wonder what he has planned.”

“Whatever it is, you better give all the dirty details when he dicks you down. And not to be graphic, but I bet he eats pussy like-"

“Tess!" you groaned, praying the nearby customers weren’t listening. But, god, if you hadn’t thought about what he’d be like in bed. He’d be so good to you. “Let’s try and be professional.”

“Professional, my ass. I’m not the one flirting with the hunk or making eyes at him every time he steps into the shop,” she pointed out.

Fair.

“And, look, I’m not saying you have to get laid on the first date, but I am saying you have to let him in your pants at some point,” she said, laughing as you tossed a towel at her face.

You laughed, too, and wondered just how the night would go. If you put out on the first date, would he think you were easy? If you waited too long, would he move on? You were overthinking again, but you couldn't help it. You really liked him.

He likes me, too, so I must be doing something right.

“What do you get out of it if I let him in my pants?” you asked curiously.

Tess placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I get to keep seeing you happy, which you have every right to be."

"Thanks," you smiled, a wave of fondness crashing over you. The two of you saw each other go through many ups and downs of life. She deserved the world and it meant a lot that she wanted that for you, too. "Is it too much if I run some treats over for him? Especially since I just texted him?"

Bringing a small selection of baked goods for Bucky and the guys would be a small way to thank them for defending you. Deep down, it was also an excuse to see him before your date. You hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"The guy has visited the shop for all of your shifts since he first came in. So, no, it isn't too much if you surprise him and send something his way. He might like it."

"I'll be quick," you promised, selecting some of the best treats from the case, including one with little hearts.

"Take your time. Jill and I can handle this," she smiled as if she sensed your giddiness. "Go treat your man."

"He isn't my man yet," you teased.

But I'm already his girl.

"Yeah, he is," Tess winked, giving you a gentle nudge. "Now go."

It didn't take you long to cross the street to the parlor and thankfully you didn't drop the box. You hoped you looked decent. Well, as much as you could during a work day. At least you had a cute apron on.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" Jake said as you walked through the door. "Sugar! It's you!"

You held back a laugh when his voice echoed. "Yeah, it's me," you smiled, holding up the box. "I wanted to drop these off Bucky and the rest of you, if that's okay?"

"You brought us food?!" he asked, leaning on his arms to look over the counter. "Hold on. Lemme grab him."

"You sure? If he's with a client…" you trailed off when Jake dashed away from the counter.

You took a moment to look around again, your gaze settling on an intricate flower tattoo. Seeing the place without the fear of your ex following you made it even brighter than before. Like your shop, it was expressive and inviting. Bucky likely put as much love into it as you did with yours.

"That was my first piece."

You tore your gaze away from the wall to find Bucky beside you, a dopey smile back on your face. There was only a small amount of space between you and your heart raced as you looked him over, the large man clad in his usual tight shirt and jeans. He had his hair pulled back and you resisted the urge to tuck a few strands back that came loose.

He would manage to look sexy as hell with latex gloves on.

"It's beautiful," you said honestly.

"Thanks. She's a good friend and still a client of mine. So is her husband," he smiled gently. "I'm glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," you smiled back, holding up the box in your hands. "I just wanted to say thanks again to you and the guys for sticking up for me. It isn't much, but I hope you all enjoy them."

"Oh." A slight frown formed on his face when you handed him the treats. "You know you don't have to give us these, right? We didn't do it expecting you to give us anything in return and I'm sure as hell not going to let anyone speak to you the way that prick did."

You furrowed your brows a bit, even as you nearly swooned at his protectiveness. Had you upset him? "I know I don't have to," you said, clearing your throat. Why did the thought of them defending you just for being good guys make you emotional? "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Was this a bad idea?

You let out a breath when he smiled again. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel obligated," he said, touching your arm. Even with the glove, the touch sent heat between your thighs. "It's a very sweet gesture, Sugar. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you said, satisfied that he wasn't unhappy with the small gift. "And I'll admit. I also stopped by because I wanted to see you before our date," you added.

"You did?" he smirked, bringing warmth to your cheeks as you nodded. "While we're admitting things to each other, I've been watching the door and hoping you'd stop in. I even dreamt about you when I took a nap."

"No, you didn't," you giggled, a sense of power and elatedness filling you that his pull to you was that strong.

"I swear. I don't think Steve will let me live that down" he chuckled. You wondered what exactly he dreamt about. Was it passionate? Intense? "Can't get you outta my mind. And, frankly, I don't want to."

Oh.

You didn't think he could make your heart beat any faster, but he continued to surprise you. There was no shame or timidness in his tone or his stare. It was steadfast and true, like he wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve with you. If he could be vulnerable and open with you this way, you could do the same in return.

Go big or go home, right?

"I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him, proud that your voice didn't waver.

"You can't?" he whispered and you suddenly didn't like the box between your bodies. It made him feel too far away.

"No, I can't," you whispered back, gazing into his blue eyes. "I waited to text you because I didn't want it to be too soon. And even though I don't know where you're taking me on our date, I already have the perfect sundress laid out and ready to go."

"You can text me as much as you want. I don't care what time of day," he assured you before his eyes lit up mischievously, like he knew something you didn't. "And a sundress is fucking perfect, but no asking for hints about our date"

"Not even a little one? Please?" you asked, giving him what you hoped was a cute pout. You didn't actually want him to tell you because you wanted him to surprise you, but you hoped you looked enticing.

Bucky slowly licked his lips and shook his head. If he was trying to look hot, he more than succeeded. If he wasn't, did he have any idea what that teasing motion of his tongue did to you? "I'm tempted to tell you and I'm very tempted to kiss you right now, but no. No hints. I need to stay strong."

I'm very tempted to kiss you, too.

"Fine, Hottie. I'll be good," you teased, pouting again. "For now."

Bucky moved the box beside him so he could step closer, his eyes darker than before. "You wanna be good for me?"

Yes, sir.

"Yes," you answered, leaving out the "sir" that echoed in your mind and shivering as he continued to stare. Before you could say anything more, you noticed that the shop had gone quiet. You leaned over to look past Bucky and giggled when you saw the crew staring, taking you out of the moment. Steve and Hal both had knowing smirks on their faces, but no way could they have heard your conversation. "Hope you enjoy the treats!"

"Oh, we will," Hal winked. "What about you, Bucky? You gonna enjoy your treat?"

"Get back to work!" Bucky called back before he smiled disappointedly. "Speaking of, I should, too. I think my client gave me enough of a break."

"Yeah, I need to get back," you said. You didn't want to leave Tess and Jill hanging. "I hope you have a good rest of the day."

"You, too," he said as you went to the door. "Be good for me until I see you again."

Fuck.

"Only if you're good for me," you smiled over your shoulder, catching his surprised smirk before the door shut.

You took a breath, allowing the breeze to cool you off. Maybe a cold shower would do a better job. You smiled as your phone went off, expecting a teasing text from Tess. It caught you off guard when "Mom" popped up.

Well, that can't be good if she's texting me. God, did she somehow hear about Richard? The last thing I need is a lecture.

Instead of opening the message, you tucked your phone away. You needed to get back to work and you had a date to look forward to. You wouldn't allow your mom to sour your mood because Tess was right.

You had the right to be happy.

No ruining this upcoming date, mom! Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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razorblade180-heated · 3 months ago

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A Naughty Gift

[Warning:Smut. It’s like 90% smut]

There’s no season like the Christmas season. Grimm missions were on the low and the only trouble to be found was lack of ham. That and traffic; man did Jaune have enough of traffic. Five hours of guiding civilians across roads may sound like an easy mission, but doing it in cold snow was a special layer of pain. Boy was he glad to be off.

As he walked into his shared apartment, the wonderful smell of gingerbread and hot chocolate warmed his soul. “Ah~ the smell of joy. Man, I love the holidays.”

He looked around the baker of such treats, but did not find the chef or her assistant. “Ruby? Weiss?” Not a single response. Maybe they stepped out.

Jaune moseyed his way into the kitchen to grab a cookie, but was halted by a note on the dish that said, “Focus on your gift.” A gift? Had they hidden one for him. It was Christmas Eve and Weiss had been super strict about touching absolutely nothing under the tree.

“I doubt it’s there.” He thought, fearing the consequences of unwrapping a present. He knew what they got him, but still had to play by holiday rules. Next likely place would be his room. But first, he wanted to see if anything was strange about theirs.

Jaune walked down the hall and went to Weiss’s room, the first door on the right. He carefully peeked inside to see a pristinely made bed and light blue mood lighting that put snowflakes on the wall. Nothing out of place here.

He then went deeper into the hall to the first room on the left; Ruby’s room. Jaune was way more comfortable opening up the door wider than Weiss’s. Once again, nobody was in there. The strange thing however was Ruby’s bed was also made!

“That’s slightly concerning.” He thought to himself. Now they were definitely planning something. Everything is only spick and span at the same time when thought of doing it later would be incredibly bothersome. Guess his room left. Unless they were both hiding in the bathroom, which he highly doubted.

There was still also the possibility they simply weren’t home. They had finished their missions ahead of him but they could’ve stepped out. Jaune twisted the knob to his room and opened the door. Immediately his face went red and his eyes became bigger than the cookies Ruby baked.

“Well hello. I guess you are home.”

On his bed with a proud grin and red cheeks was Ruby. She waved as best she could with hands bound together by a red ribbon that wrapped around her figure, covering only her chest and restraining her legs a little as well. The only thing stopping her from being completely naked was a Santa hat. Much like her partner, who was a thousand times more embarrassed.

Weiss laid right beside Ruby in blue ribbon that had her wrists tied behind her back. The girl looked a little pouty to be put in such a situation. It was clear who’s idea this was.

“How the heck did she talk you into this?” Jaune said, more intrigued than aroused.

“She insisted this was a Christmas idea she wanted to try at least once. I caved.”

Ruby giggled. “Oh don’t act like you weren’t interested at all.”

“Maybe one on one! This is a lot…” She looked at Jaune anxiously. “I hope you know this took a lot of effort! I can’t tell you how infuriating it was to get the Arma Gigas to tie us.”

“I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Neither did I! My sister would kill me if she knew this is how I made use of my training.” Weiss lamented.

Ruby kissed her cheek and nudged the girl. “Cheer up! I’m very proud of you for humoring me, and I’m sure someone else is.”

It was true, although he didn’t need to tell them that. Both pairs of eyes watched a tent try to pitch itself under jeans in real time. Jaune couldn’t help but chuckle and sigh.

“Never a dull moment in this apartment.”

“Happy early Christmas!” Ruby cheered. “Though this is technically a gift to me, I’m sure we’ll all cherish it.”

Jaune began taking off his armor at a normal pace as much as possible. “I guess now is as good a time as any to give you both a present each.”

“Oh?” Weiss raised a brow. “An actual gift, or was that your way of being cheeky?”

“Haha, cut me some slack.” Jaune walked over to his nightstand and pulled out two small wrapped boxes. “I wasn’t going to put these under the tree considering it was pretty tongue and cheek. Not to mention sorta a joke. Since we’re here though…”

The girls watched him open the red gift that was clearly meant for Ruby. Her curiosity grew more and more until it turned into flustered shock as Jaune pulled out a red collar with her symbol on it. Words failed her. She tried her damndest not to look at Weiss, whose jaw was trying to hit the bed.

“So…that’s what you two get up to?”

“N-Not all the time! It’s just that…ever since I saw how assertive he was with you, I’ve asked him to try a few times on me.” Ruby muttered.

“Don’t pin your awakenings on me!” Weiss heard more wrapper tearing and looked at Jaune with immediate concern. “Hold on-”

“Relax, it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Are you certain?” Weiss watched anxiously as Jaune opened the box and pulled out fuzzy light blue handcuffs. An immediate sigh of relief left her lungs and made Ruby squint.

“That’s an interesting reaction. What had you freaking out, hmmm?”

“Listen, some kinks don’t need to be shared.” Weiss blushed deeply. “Leave me with a shred of dignity.”

“We’re naked and wrapped right now but sure, keep your shred. It’s not like I’m in any position to judge right now.” Ruby said lovingly. Right as she finished, Jaune, who was now only in boxers, tilted her head up gently and put the collar on; her face matched the hat on her head immediately. “See? I’m going through it right now.”

“Wasn’t this your idea?” Jaune reminded

“Not the collar! At least not in this situation! I-” Her mind was utterly derailed as he tugged on her gift gently with his right middle finger, pulling her forward until she was on her knees. Ruby’s hands fell against Jaune’s waistband. His right hand moved from the collar to the side of her face. Ruby looked up into deep blue eyes that waited firmly, yet patiently.

“Well? Don’t you want your present?” He said in the voice she loved so dearly.

Ruby didn’t speak. There was nothing really to say honestly. Her fingers tugged the boxer down, freeing the girthy cock underneath. The scent was dizzying to her senses. She had forgotten Jaune had come from work, and yet that only served to lower her head impatiently. In one motion, Ruby swallowed Jaune, working her way to the base of his shaft as the hand on her left began gently rubbing it. Her ears were burning, waiting to hear what always came next when she listened.

“That’s my girl.”

Weiss’s own face became pink as she watched her girlfriend’s head bob up and down slowly. Her gaze turned to Jaune who’s attention was locked onto her. Weiss could feel her heart flutter. He didn’t even put the cuffs on. Although he really didn’t need to in this situation.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

“Y-Yes.” Why was she stuttering now of all times!? Weiss got up from the bed and slowly made her way over to his left side. Her curiosity got the better of her and she looked down at Ruby again. The redhead was trying her best to keep Jaune deep in her throat but clearly struggled, occasionally stopping before the base and attempting to compose herself before trying again. If it was her down there, Jaune would’ve bucked his hips the instant she stopped. Weiss bit her lip at the thought.

“Jealous?” Jaune said, teasing the snow angel mildly.

“As if.” Weiss turned her nose up at the accusation. Her act of pride all but melted through as she felt Jaune’s left hand run up her body. The weight of fingers around her throat made her sigh shakily in yearning as he continued a little further up. Weiss felt him take control of her lower jaw, coaxing her body to stand up on their toes and accept a kiss that robbed her tongue with no intention of returning it. Jaune’s arms moved around her lower back to keep her steady. Weiss appreciated that.

Just like that, the room became an echo chamber of deep yearning. Moans from the trio slipped out alongside the sound of lustful slurps and smacks. Jaune couldn’t help but squeeze Weiss’s soft, plump rear as he tried to control his pleasure. Ruby’s mouth was like a furnace that threatened to melt him as her tongue lathered his cock. In truth, Jaune wasn’t much for aggression in the bedroom often, but they really knew how to rile him up.

Ruby had to remove herself briefly to breathe, coughing as she gasped. Her rest was short lived however as Jaune’s hand ran through her hair and pressed her face against his dick. Not one to keep him waiting, she began sucking and licking along the shaft, causing him to flinch. If only her hands weren’t tied. Her own core was beginning to ache and it looked like she wasn’t alone. Despite her earlier behavior, Weiss was now drowning in a kiss that had her legs trembling.

“Can you please untie us?” Ruby cooed, trying to sway the man.

Jaune broke his kiss with Weiss and let the girl catch her breath. “Mmm I don’t know.” He said, looking down at the flushed reaper. “You both look really cute like this.”

His teasing only made Ruby lose more strength. Her lips continued to play along his shaft. “I…I can’t touch myself like this.”

“Aw, is that what you want?”

Ruby felt his hand slide to her nape. Jaune slowly leaned forward, dragging his fingers down her spine and causing Ruby to raise her hips further until she felt his middle and index slide into her. “Nnngh~” her entire body trembled. Ruby wrapped her lips back around Jaune’s cock as she felt him dig into her. Damn the ribbons. She couldn’t spread her legs wider. To make things worse, the relief turned to dismay as his fingers left her. Ruby tried to groan in frustration, but they merely turned to whimpering.

“I can take care of her.” Weiss said, still a little shaky. No way could she survive another kiss like that.

Jaune had other ideas however. “Or… you both could swap?” He could see the flicker in their eyes. It was surprising they lasted this long doing what the other preferred.

“That could work.” They said in unison.

Jaune removed his boxers completely and laid down in the middle of the bed. It didn't take long at all for to crawl up his right side and get pulled into a mouthwatering kiss that led to their tongues fighting for dominance. The battle wasn’t in her favor unfortunately. With her so close to him, his hand had no problem sliding down her finger and reaching her pussy again. She wasn’t spared this time. Two fingers returned to ruin her, curling their way inside as they pushed in.

“AAAAGHHN~” Her tongue submitted control; Ruby quickly lost so much strength as her hips quivered from assault. Jaune’s left hand returned to the back of her head, keeping her nice and close. She was not escaping this kiss.

On the left side of the bed, Weiss found herself in an equally favorable position. She always did her best work away from prying eyes no matter the circumstances. As deeply as she loved Ruby, there was a thrill in throwing away her inhibitions so while the redhead was none the wiser. Jaune was aware of this, which made seeing his cock pointing to the ceiling all the more exciting. Weiss laid right next to it, dragging her tongue all the way up to the tip before swallowing him whole without issue. She had lost track how many times she’s done this little trick. Each time, it got the results she wanted.

Weiss felt Jaune pulse in her throat, his hips immediately raising up to fill her mouth repeatedly. Her cheeks burned red. Gods, why was she like this? Weiss swirled her tongue around his uncompromising erection, getting a full taste of the precum leaking out while he slowly fucked her throat. Weiss was now torn by Ruby’s early request. She really didn’t need her hands, but it was impossible to ignore how quickly her thighs were getting damp. No one was touching her at all and yet she could feel her walls squeez down on what wasn’t there.

“Mmph~” she moaned, anticipating not only her future pleasure, but the load she’d soon taste. Weiss sucked harder.

Jaune groaned as he put up their best fight. “Thank goodness my mission wasn’t intense today!” He did his best to focus on Ruby but Weiss wasn’t making that easy. Thankfully he knew their weaknesses as well as they knew his.

Ruby felt like she was in a pure trance. Her body steadily found balance in their make out session and she tried her best to hold out. That was…until Jaune had to go and break her concentration. His left hand finally moved from her head but fell down towards chests. Ruby broke the kiss. “N-No! Wait!” She gasped, but her plea was ignored.

Nimble fingers slipped through the wrapping paper and captured her right nipple, latching onto it like a clamp.

“AAANGNH!!!” She cried out without restraint. Ruby’s breath became nothing more than ragged panting

“You always were sensitive here.” Jaune teased, pulling lightly while biting her earlobe. He will give her no room for escape. Jaune pumped his fingers harder until she was sopping wet.

Ruby’s vision blurred. “I…I’M….!” Everything went white. Her voice let out a dry, strained wail that made Weiss blush deeply. Ruby felt her orgasm flow down her trembling legs as Jaune continued to rub her walls. “MERCY!! JAUNE! I CAN’T…” She whined, tears welling up.

“Yes you can.” He whispered, reducing her to a puddle. “You’re doing so well cumming everywhere.”

Her orgasm felt never ending. Jaune had taken it and demanded more of her lust with each passing second, until another wave hit. “AAAGNH!”

“Gooood girl~” He finally slowed his pace. “I knew you could do it.” He let her tit go and rubbed her head again as he gradually brought her down from her high.

Ruby was in no state to respond. All she could manage was whimpering while her body flinched randomly. Jaune’s fingers finally left her as she remained faced down on the bed.

With Ruby needing a moment, Jaune finally locked eyes with his blushing blue eyed girlfriend who diligently played with his cock. Time her weakness.

Weiss watched as he sat up, gaining the leverage he needed to grind his hips in earnest against the back of her throat. His left hand rubbed the side of her face slowly as he got rough.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, knowing what was in her heart. A chill ran up his spine as Weiss stuck her tongue out more. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Don’t waste a drop.”

He came directly in the mouth. Weiss felt her eyes water as she put her face comfortably in his lap, allowing him cum to coat her throat. The taste flooded her senses and clenched her thighs together as she felt her body succumb to the shameful desire. Weiss slowly removed herself from the beastly appendage and began coughing as she took her first breath or real air. Before she could even say a word, Jaune gave her a quick, chaste kiss.

“Good job.” He smiled genuinely.

It was insane how quickly he switched gears from treating her like a hole to pampering her. To make matters worse, he brought his thumb up to wipe her mouth sense she was unable to. Weiss could only avert her gaze.

“Last time I checked, you were supposed to unwrap your gifts before playing with them.” She huffed.

“Technically it’s not mine to unwrap.” He quipped. “Even if I did, in your case, I’m putting the cuffs on you.”

Weiss tried to hold a definite stare but not even she could believe her own false anger. Not when she still felt her core aching. Her eyes looked down at his lap to find his erection persisting.

“Do as you please then. Just…keep touching me a little longer.” She confessed, looking into his eyes again. “I want to feel like Ruby did.”

“Even if that means-”

“Yes.” She said immediately, embarrassing both of them. “I…prepared beforehand.”

Finally lucid, Ruby turned her body over to see her two lovers near the foot of the bed. “You two having fun without me?” She teased.

Weiss playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh hey, you’re alive.”

“That’s my line. You sounded like you were drowning.”

“You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Hehe, yeah...” Ruby sunk into the bed. “I might be down for the count still.”

“Nope.” Jaune said, getting up and walking over to Ruby to loosen some of the ribbon around her legs. Before pulling her more to the center of the bed. “Show Weiss just how good you felt.”

There goes that voice again, playing tricks on Ruby’s heart. The girl blushed again as she followed the order. Slowly, her legs parted to reveal strands of her arousal clingy to her thighs over pink convulsing lips. Seeing Weiss stare directly at it was more dangerous to Ruby’s mental fortitude than she realized.

Jaune looked at Weiss. “Still want your ribbons undone?”

“I’m alright.” Weiss said softly. Her legs weren’t inhibited much to begin with, and it’s not like her hands weren’t going to immediately be taken away again. She instead focused on the young woman presented in front of her. Weiss lowered her body between Ruby’s legs and trailed her tongue right up her slit.

“Please be gentle.”

“I can try, but I like your screams.” Weiss continued lapping up the mess, feeling Ruby flinch with every tongue flick.

Jaune rested Ruby’s head back onto a pillow. “Stay right here and relax. Try not to cum too soon.”

Easier said than done! Even with slow movements, Weiss’s tongue ran down every groove and remembered to show Ruby’s clit some personal attention. The reaper’s bound hands reached for Weiss’s hair and held it firmly. She needed anything to latch onto if she was going to survive.

Jaune made his way back behind Weiss after grabbing a bit of lube “Hips.” She raised them instantly, arching her back and giving him a wonderful view. Man he loved the holidays.

Weiss could feel his tip rub against her entrance repeatedly. Not as if either of them needed more preparations. That being said, Weiss had given him free reign to make a mess out of her, and with Ruby occupied, she knew he’d take advantage of it. Weiss felt her face burn up as cool lube was applied around her ass. A thumb gently rubbed it in, circling around the entrance before pressing in.

“Nngh.” Weiss focused harder on Ruby, trying to act normal as Jaune played with her butt.

Thank goodness his present was cuffs and not a plug. Weiss was still working up the nerve to express this particular interest to Ruby. She didn’t even express it to Jaune. Damn dolt messed around and stumbled upon it! Honestly it was for the best. She doubts she would’ve come clean about it otherwise. His thumb left and was replaced with the same two fingers that brought Ruby to tears.

“Uungh!” Weiss felt her hips float.

Ruby didn’t know what Weiss was going through, but it made her damn good at her job. Her tongue finally slipped in and began eating her out in earnest. “Yes! Just like that!” She could feel herself close around the girl’s tongue.

Weiss didn’t know if she had the best job or the worst. Either way, leaving was the last thing in her mind. Her body grew more impatient as Jaune continued his teasing. She was practically dripping down his cock. She had to speak for a second.

“Jaune, please!” She begged, not caring at all how she sounded. “I want it!”

“How do you want it?” He watched her ears turn red.

“Y-You know how.” She whined, her hips moving on their own. Ruby’s hands pulled her back into her warmth while Jaune’s fingers slid out. Weiss felt her body shudder when his tip slowly pressed halfway into her pussy before leaving it neglected. A firm hand gripped her ass and spread it apart, carefully opening it up with Jaune’s slick cock. Weiss could only clench her hands together as the man finally fucked her. Weiss let her thoughts fade away, focusing on devouring Ruby as her ass was used. She could feel him take it down to the base, bottoming her out like it was made to take him. Even now, her pussy squeezed for something that wasn’t there, and she couldn’t get enough.

Jaune brought both his hands to her waist. The way her ass clung to him made it impossible to keep his cool. To think she prepared herself for this only drove him wilder. If this was the gift she wanted, he was gonna give it to her. Jaune couldn’t help himself from fucking her with deep strokes that drove him crazy.

“You two are so perfect.” He gasped, getting lost in the bliss with them.

Ruby was dire straits, trapped in her own bliss thanks to Weiss’s hungry slurping. Ruby couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of how good Weiss was at oral. Just like with Jaune, she was completely at Weiss’s mercy.

Not another word was shared between the three. Only a need to satisfy their urges and express their fulfillment through countless moans. There wasn’t a stroke that didn’t make Weiss squeal, or an instant Jaune wasn’t breathlessly trying to keep himself together. Ruby could feel her toes curling the sheets in a desperate attempt to hold on just a little longer. This moment felt too brief and yet like eternity itself. Despite her best attempt, Ruby couldn’t stave off the inevitable any longer. One more trail around her clit broke her down. Ruby’s hips lifted off the bed and pushed against Weiss’s lips, giving a good taste of her handy work as another strong orgasm hit like a crashing wave.

Ruby felt her body turn rigid as stone before becoming as feeble as puddy once her body hit the mattress. Her strength was absolutely spent. Her eyes flickered rapidly as she tried to calm herself. Jaune must’ve noticed her orgasm. She could feel Weiss’s tongue pull away and hear muffled cries of delight. Blurred figures slowly became clear again and brought new speechless clarity to Ruby’s eyes.

Weiss was in utter disarray, completely lost in pleasure. Jaune had torn away the ribbons, along the girl to reach up and lock her hands behind his neck as his arms wrapped around her body. A stern hand had once again returned to her neck while the other wrapped around her torso to keep the girl on her knees as he fucked her without restraint.

“Oh wow…” Ruby couldn’t help but blush. She could see exactly how Jaune made such a mess out of their prideful Ice Queen. She was in another world, falling endlessly into euphoria as her body writhed. Ruby watched as Jaune filled her up, his cock pulsing rope after rope until it leaked down his shaft from the overflow. “Maybe I’m the vanilla in this relationship?”

Unable to stand any longer, Weiss fell forward. Ruby found it in herself to move quickly enough to lean forward and catch the girl, slowly leaning back and allowing Weiss to lay on her. Out of breath didn’t describe the state she was in. Weiss simply wasn’t here right now. Just a woman doing her best to breathe as her eyes grew heavy before shutting altogether. Ruby glanced up to see the man responsible utterly exhausted. Their gaze finally met again and she could tell by the slow internal panic in his eyes that his wits had returned.

“Ummm.” He had absolutely nothing to say. Not really much to say to get out of this situation.

Ruby pinched two fingers together and ran them over her lips like a zipper before flicking an imaginary key away.

Jaune chuckled in relief. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure we’re on the naughty list.” Ruby raised her hands up. “Please release me.”

Jaune looked at a dangling end and tugged it, effortlessly undoing the knot before looking at Ruby in slight judgment.

“Hey, not everyone gets post-nut clarity. I’m too tired to think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He finally allowed himself to fall onto the bed beside them.

“You didn’t have to.” Ruby followed his lead and laid back.

“Rubes, please tell me you're too tired for sex.”

“I’m too tired for everything. Don’t worry, I am beyond satisfied.” Ruby aimlessly reached at his nightstand before finally grabbing a pack of wipes. “I see why you have these in your room now.” She tossed them his way.”

“Thank you.” He groaned.

“And she had the nerve to look at me crazily for wanting to gift wrap ourselves? You two are freakier than me.”

“Hehe, so is this new information going on the list of things you want to try?”

Ruby blushed. She didn’t know if she was ready for all that. “At least let me get used to the color first.” She covered her face. “I’ve really opened Pandora’s box, haven’t I?”

“Not really. Weiss didn’t notice you watching and I’m not about to start randomly messing your butt. I’m still doing what I always do, matching the tone.”

Ruby turned to him. “Okay, but if you were the one to set it?” She watched his face slowly turn a little pink as he pondered the question.

“Well…if you ever did get a little curious, I wouldn’t mind seeing a tail with the collar one day. You know, just every now and then.”

Even the most polite people have their fantasies. Ruby couldn’t tell if she had turned these into freaks or if it was the other way around. Regardless of the answer, she was the one who wanted assertiveness and the collar. The girl sighed at her own disappointment, feeling the same bashfulness and shame her dear girlfriend displayed in the beginning.

“Give me till Valentine’s Day.”

#rwby #weiss schnee #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby whiteknight #rwby whiterose #rwby war of the roses

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churipu · 1 year ago

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I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE GOJO !!! could i request him having a girlfriend that's really good in the kitchen? like both cooking AND baking !! i can imagine him getting a sugar rush (from her !!) because she tried recreating (and succeeded) his favorite kikufuku from scratch 🩷 and she's probably worrying all the time if the stuff that she makes is good because she just cooks and bakes "for fun" and not as a full time thing 🥹

SUGAR RUSH ! — GOJO SATORU + A GOOD COOK GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru

warning. none :)

note. hii anon! <33 i absolutely love this, i can just imagine him being so happy about having a really good cook girlfriend. i hope this is to your liking, have a great day anon! and to you readers, have a big fat sloppy kiss mwah!

"baby, did you make this yourself?" gojo asks you, taking a bite out of the kikufuku mochi you made him this afternoon.

he had opened the freezer a few minutes prior to look for anything he can nibble on — and oolala he came across a tray of kikufuku he doesn't remember being there. but having a good cook of a girlfriend, he wasn't even surprised anymore, he's just very delighted to have his very own homemade kikufuku made by yours truly.

you nodded your head, "do you...like it? tell me how it tastes, i've been working on it for a while now so i'm not sure how it would taste."

"like it? i don't like it." gojo mutters out, eyeing you.

you didn't take things to the heart quickly, you've always believed that failing is a process of learning. so you chuckled, "don't worry about it, i'll try making another one for you. was it too sweet? or was the mochi skin weird on texture?"

gojo grins, "baby, i love it! you really should think about opening your own restaurant — i'll even fund it, no kidding." he tells you, taking another bite out of the kikufuku mochi.

opening a restaurant has been a long time dream. and gojo knew, but there are a few reasons to why it hasn't opened up till' now, you weren't confident with your own cooking. no matter how many times gojo told you about how good they are — you still think they aren't restaurant worthy yet.

"maybe next time? i don't think i have the time for it now," you were technically speaking half the truth.

you had a stable job that pays well (not as much as gojo who's a jujutsu sorcerer, but still enough) — you landed a job as a baker, so you all you needed to do was follow your boss' recipe and everything was settled.

"you can just resign and...focus on this one, hm?" gojo slithered his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on the side of your face— in a way on encouraging you, "i'll even help you, 'm sure it's going to be a great hit!"

you chuckled at his statement, "maybe in a few years, satoru?"

the male whines, burying his face into your neck. he'd never understood why you always tell him that, no matter how hard he tried to convince you about opening a restaurant, you'd decline saying that it wasn't time yet.

but gojo, he could see right through you like an open book. the problem wasn't it being "the wrong time", it was how you weren't confident with what you've made; despite him telling you thousands of time that what you made never fail to amaze him with your cooking.

you sometimes think he was saying that just to make you happy.

cooking for gojo has been a daily routine, he never asks for you to do it — you just liked cooking so much that you made it your job to always make sure he's full. knowing he has a sweet tooth, especially for kikufuku, you try your best to make them for him.

it was quite hard to nail the dessert on the first few times. but like everyone said: "practice makes perfect" and sure enough your hard work pays off, he does enjoy the kikufuku you took long to perfect. and your heart feels full.

"a few years? that's too long," he whines, "how about now?"

you laughed lightly, "you're cute. if you wanted to taste my cooking, i can just make it for you, y'know?" gojo laid his chin on top of your head and grumbled.

"i want the whole world to taste your cooking," he mutters out.

how sweet of him.

"aren't I your world?" you found yourself spouting out non-sense just to try to avoid the same topic yet again — gojo sensed so, and he didn't push on with it. if he finds you avoiding it, it just meant one thing; you didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't that hard to understand, really.

gojo nodded his head, "good point. you are my world," he laughs lightly, kissing the top of your head, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

if you could see his face right now, you'd be worried. gojo satoru, the strongest, had his brows furrowed and a frown on his face, he was worried about you. a lot. sometimes he just wants to cup your face, give you kisses and tell you that you're the best cook he has ever met, he was pretty damn sure he's heard you saying how you weren't a good cook because you do it as a hobby and not professionally — or along the lines of that.

"satoru, i'm trying to put these kikufuku in the freezer or they'll fall apart," you softly lets his arms go, "you can snack on these later if you're hungry. or maybe you could bring them to the kids too, i made quite a lot."

by kids you meant yuuji, nobara, and megumi. gojo being their teacher also meant you having a lot of meetings with the trio — and they have been nothing but sweet to you, sometimes you find yourself packing food for gojo to bring for them.

"good idea, i'll give it to them so they know how much of a good cook you are. yeah? maybe they'll help me convince you to open your very own restaurant," you laughed lightly, shaking your head at his idea.

gojo puckered his lips out, "if you don't want to open a restaurant then at least let me have one more kikufuku. last one, promise."

you shook your head, putting the tray of kikufuku inside the freezer, "you've had four! you'll get sick," gojo puts his hands on either side of your waist, carrying you to the side so he could make his way to the freezer, "hey!"

"the only thing i'll be getting is a sugar rush, angel."

"oh god, that's even worse than you getting sick," gojo turns his head to look at you, his cerulean eyes narrowed, "i am not taking care of you if you get sick, you hear me?"

gojo arched a brow, "you said that last time, and the only person who stayed by my side the whole entire time was you," he pinched your cheek gently with a large grin, "you'll take care of me, will ya'?"

knowing he was right you let out an exasperated sigh, "you're silly. don't eat more or i'll stop making them for you— i'm just afraid you'll get a sugar rush tonight. don't you remember the last time it happened?"

gojo scratches his nape with a nervous smile. a few weeks ago, you made a big strawberry swiss roll — and the male managed to chow down on it in a matter of hours. late at night, he was wide awake, babbling about how much he loves you and then proceeded to list everything that he loves about you from a to z.

it was quite sweet of him, but still: you needed sleep. as a result, you barely gotten any sleep at all and had to go to work exhausted; although gojo did apologize for his nightly sugar rush, and tried to make it up to you by "cooking" for you, which ended up disastrous as he had gotten distracted by a tv show in the middle of his cooking. no foods were served that night so you both had to get take out.

and you had to throw out your favorite non-stick pan because of that.

you appreciated his effort though (and this time he made it up to you by purchasing a pan set — which he told you was a token of his apology for ruining your favorite pan and for his sugar rush).

"hey, i was showing my love to you. and plus, you got a set of brand new pan because of my sugar rush," gojo defends himself with a smile, leaning onto the kitchen island.

"in an exchange for my exhaustion, i almost passed out at work," he gasps out dramatically.

"why wasn't i informed of that? oh my god, 'm a monster." he talked to himself, which you weren't even surprised of anymore, so you let out a soft chuckle.

"kidding. but no— i'd never like to see or hear your sugar rush anymore, i have work tomorrow. i'll be fine if it's the weekend," i poked his side, walking away.

gojo grabbed your arm, pulling you close, "what if you don't have work tomorrow?"

you arched a brow in confusion, "but i do."

he smiles ever so sweetly that it was starting to get suspicious, "oh, i know! i was just asking, y'know?"

"o...kay then?"

gojo, that slick motherfucker, called your boss and told her you were sick and wouldn't be able to come tomorrow. and so— began the restless night of his episode of sugar rush and just the tenth thousands of "i love you"s from him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #female reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #fluff #jjk x reader

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frudoo · 25 days ago

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Ahh finished reaidng and the end of the baker Simon update I feel like, idk if reader works in like some marketing agency maybe in an office but like she suggests taking them to the people she works with and they all love Simon after that because who doesn’t love being fed baked goods?? And they encourage her to date him (def not so they get more treats in the future 🤭)

Or even they take them to somewhere like a first station to give to fire fighters or a day care or even a shelter. Just to let people enjoy some treats.

Either way I feel like there’s some sweet act of charity going to happen eee

Right you are, anon ;)

Warnings: Simon is a lil pent up (suggestive thoughts, none in detail) and only briefly thinks about murder LMAO.

As you drive, all Simon can think about is how he should have known. Of course such a sweet, thoughtful thing like you would have a weekly volunteering schedule at the local nursing home. He shouldn’t be surprised that you know each of the staff by name, or what specific allergies and intolerances the residents have, but still his heart pounds in his chest, honeyed eyes transfixed on the angel leading him past the lobby. He feels out of place with his broad shoulders slumped, arms full with the trays of his own baked goods.

As you turn the corner, you slow your pace to walk level with Simon, a cheeky grin pulling at your lips.

“Technically, none of them are supposed to have desserts with added sugar because of health regulations or whatever, but I sweet-talked Ryan—the director—and got us a pass. He’s always had a thing for me, I think. And anyway, I believe that if you make it past 80 years old, you deserve to eat whatever the hell you want.”

“Agreed,” Simon huffs quietly, trying to shake the urge to go back and rip Ryan’s head off.

His military days are over, he reminds himself, no more violent impulses should be acted on. Besides, there’s no reason to feel this way about a stupid little crush some guy has on you. You’re not his, although he’d rather not consider that you might have a thing for Ryan, as well.

“We’ll stop here, first,” you nudge his arm lightly, smiling up at him sweetly. “They’re… um, well, the group without dementia. They’ll be a little kinder.”

Bloody fucking hell. He’s blushing like a damn schoolboy, completely oblivious to everything you said after your arm brushed against his. All he knows is that he wants to keep you close, feel your hands on his stomach again, brush his fingers up and down your arms until you beg him to take that pretty little blouse of yours off- fuck. Snap out of it, Riley, you’re in a nursing home, for fuck’s sake. It isn’t until you grab a cupcake off of one of his trays that he realizes he’s followed you into a different room.

He watches intently as you pull up a chair across from one elderly lady, gently patting her hand in greeting. She grins at you—a true, beaming smile, and it makes Simon smile. Maybe he’s not so far off; maybe you are a little slice of heaven on Earth. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that other people get to see that.

“I didnae kno’ ye ‘ave a husband,” the woman says with furrowed brows, frosting smeared across her mouth.

You giggle and help her wipe it away with a napkin before gently correcting her.

“He’s not my husband, Ms. Orla. Simon’s a good friend,” you explain, turning back to look at him with a fond glance.

You miss the way his smile falters at your words. He misses the glumness in your tone at the implication. Ms. Orla is not so easily fooled.

“Mhm. Said the same abou’ me late husband when we first met. He pu’ a ring on me finger within t’ree months,” she purses her lips and tilts her head with a bit of attitude before taking another bite of her cupcake. “And if he bakes like tha’, ah can only imagine wha’ he’s like in the-”

“Okay!” You interrupt with wide eyes and a flustered smile, scrambling to stand from your seat.

But you trip over the chair leg and stumble backwards, right into Simon. He catches you with no hesitation, not even dropping so much as one macaron on the floor. You stare up at him, shocked and clinging onto his biceps for dear life. You’ve always hated those God-awful romance movies, the cheesy Hallmark kind of feel-good films that make you want to claw your eyes out—but the feeling of his arm around your waist makes your heart clench in your chest, and although the thought makes disgust bubble in your gut, in this moment, it’s just you and the big, handsome brute who just stopped you from busting your ass on the carpeted floor.

That is, until a chuckle erupts from Ms. Orla’s throat, and Simon lifts you back onto your feet, clearing the dreamlike haze that surrounded the both of you seconds before.

“Be sure tae bring me a slice o’yer weddin’ cake in a few months, aye?”

#I MISSED MY BABY BOY #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #ask me!#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #baker!simon #simon riley x female reader

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bloodyinkandquill · 5 months ago

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Slingshot x Reader

fun fact when i play phighting i only ever play slingshot, specifically cozy shot ive never learned how to play any other phighters so i am only sling, oh onetime on conquer i got 308 points, everyone in the server was dumb founded that i managed to be on point that long, anyways have sling dating hcs!

- You’ll be so honest, you are dating the demonification (personification) of a cat, who can also bake

- Slingshot is an amazing partner, so many things about him contribute to that fact, he bakes as a hobby and profession meaning he always has fresh pastries for you? And he can change recipes to be allergy conscious if need be, with the baking he smells divine due to working with sugar and and fruit all day, if you ever steal any piece of clothing he owns that thing smells like Thieves Rest

- He is a huge cuddle bug, if you aren’t a very touchy person he respects that but if you allow whenever he’s not at work he is clung onto your side like a gods damn koala, he also genuinely purrs (hybrid head canons my beloved), you’re not convinced he isn’t a cat in a demon costume, but if he is then that is the cuddliest cat in the whole Inphinity

- His hair isn’t long per say but it is long enough that he puts it up while working, if you have any experience doing any form of updo he lets you braid or even just put his hair into a ponytail for him, he has a collection of hair ties that go with his uniform apron but that he switches out based on certain factors, it really depends

- When he first introduced you to Shuriken and Vinestaff he warned you and was right as the first thing they did was give you a shovel talk*, you tried to take it seriously but they bickered about it like six times and it was a little hard to focus on their words when they had a classic sibling slap fight in the middle of it, but they did approve of you and eventually got used to seeing you at their apartment, since they’re both very family oriented you were almost an honorary family member, technically your lover was also an honorary family member but he was just considered actual family by the siblings

- You better be ready to be shown Slingshot’s entire collection of fancy expensive shoes (i am not a sneaker head forgive any inaccuracies in this) you also better be ready to take better care of your own shoes, cleaning them regularly, wearing specific ones only for certain terrain, and gods forbid you crease them, he will get a random sense of dread, and when he finds out, woo boy, you’re in trouble

- Unfortunately he does have one drawback, being a baker his hours are horrendous, working late to prep pastries for the next day, and then waking up at the butt crack of dawn to also prep pasties, sure he doesn’t work everyday but seeing as between the three workers he’s the one who handles the baking when he does work it’s a lot of work

- His love language is gift giving, specially baked goods, honestly that shouldn’t be a surprise, he makes someone’s favorite pastries or just what they requested or he’ll even what he thinks they’ll like and gift it to them, you receive so many cookies and brownies, though you can’t complain really as free food is free food, especially when it’s made by your lover

- His dates are usually more low key or low energy, since his job is rather busy and has the aforementioned atrocious hours he prefers more calm dates, a lazy day being couch potatos or ordering take out and doing a puzzle, he prefers those dates to be at your place since his roommates are… loud to say the least

- Slingshot’s not as into big long kisses he prefers little kisses, short little mwahs on the lips or nose is his favorite, if you want to he can do more passionate kisses but he prefers short and sweet ones, since he isn’t as kissy he shows his affection with head bonks and rubbing your hand when he’s holding it

i’m debating being a baker, my main hobby is baking it helps me destress and i do it at least once a week but i dunno, my chronic pain may object to that, anyways hope these were good!

*the act of the family member(s) or close friend(s) of a partner giving a threat to the significant other warning to not hurt them, can be comedic or serious

#x reader #phighting x reader #phighting #phighting!#phighting slingshot x reader #slingshot x reader phighting #phighting slingshot #slingshot phighting #slingshot x reader #slingshot

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 6 months ago

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Baker!Johnny x gn!reader Part 3 I missed these two and their flirting. I love them so much. It's honestly a bit disheartening how little attention and love they get but I decided that I don't care. They have my heart and soul and I want to be invited to their wedding (if they ever manage to get that far). As always let me know if I messed up the readers description anywhere. Warnings: horrible flirting, Johnny being down bad. Part 2 | COD Masterlist | (Part 4)

It’s early, the night sky only just giving way to the grey morning air, preparing for the sun to rise. Johnny likes these early mornings when he gets to work in concentrated silence, gets to try what makes his creations come out best.

The bakery is not open yet, which is why Johnny is entirely unprepared for you to stick your head through the door smiling faintly while he arranges the display to his liking.

“Morning, MacTavish. I have to go in early for work but I just realized you’re not open yet. Is there any chance you have any leftovers from yesterday, that I could take to go?”

Johnny grins at the way you’re stuck at the door, evidently not wanting to come in when he’s technically not open yet. “Ye can come in, bonny. A’m not going tae bite, not unless ye ask fur it.”

At that you fully open the front door and walk up to the counter. He can’t help but whistle lowly when he sees the suit you’re wearing and you grin confidently, your hands casually hidden in the pockets of your pants. You slowly rock from your forefoot to your heels and back, eyeing the baked goods for a moment before looking at him again. “I think you have a bit of drool there, MacTavish. Looks like you’d like to bite after all.”

He can feel himself light up with the restless buzzing energy you always set free in him. Truth be told, he always has loads of energy but with you it feels like an entire swarm of bees is set loose in his body. It’s nervous and jittery and new. Very enjoyable, he decides.

Deliberately he licks his lower lips and lets his eyes rake up and down your body slowly. The suit makes your legs look even longer than usually and you have an almost regal air about you. The way your coat is casually slung over your shoulders makes him want to stride up to you and push it off, let his hands wander down your sides appreciatively and get a handful of you.

“Luckily fur ye ah have guid self-control. Unless you want me tae let go o’ it.”

You incline your head a mischievous glint in your eyes, your voice dropping slightly. “Now where would be the fun in that, pretty boy. I’d much rather watch you try to keep it together.”

The petname almost makes his knees buckle and his next breath is more a shaky sigh. Fucking hell, what are you doing to him. How can you stand there, looking so outrageously gorgeous and have the nerve to tease him?

Trying to hide his flustered state, he leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms, trying to put his thick biceps on show for you. “A've got a batch o` yer fave pastries in the oven, they should be done in a few minutes, if ye have the time.”

Your eyes light up at that and you pretend to swoon. “You are the absolute best. What would I do without your sweets. My poor clients would have to deal with me in a grumpy mood.”

Johnny eyes your expressive face, the laugh lines around your mouth contradicting what you just said. Johnny tries to stop himself from smiling as hard as you do but he can’t. It’s too contagious.

“Dinnae fuck wi' me. Ye haven't been in a bad mood a day in yer life.”

You laughter rings out at that, melodic and beautiful, and he finds himself chuckling along. The way you throw your head back is absolutely breathtaking and it makes the coat slip off of your shoulders. Swiftly you turn and catch it before it hits the ground.

Casually you throw the coat over one shoulder, turning back to him and he swears you have to be a model on the side. There is no way that you are real and just look like that.

When you meet his eyes again he already knows that you’re going to hit him with another cheeky remark. “Look at that. Charming me right out of my clothes, MacTavish.”

He barks a sharp laugh his chest feeling light, like it’s filled with candy cotton. “Ah must be daein' a piss poor job if ye'r only losing th' jacket.”

Suddenly you’re right at the counter, so close he swears he can smell your delicious scent. Your eyes are slightly shadowed from the way you look down at him but the amused glitter in them steals his breath anyway. “Maybe if you play your cards right I’ll lose more clothes next time.”

He’s hyperventilating. Someone should call a fucking medic. Flashes of you without clothes cross his mind and he tries hard to hold onto one of those images but he can’t, they’re too vague. He needs to know what you look like under your suit. If he doesn’t get more of you he’ll die of thirst, he’s sure of it.

“Ye will nae hae tae lose them if ye let me tak' them off fur ye.” His voice is even raspier than usually but he doesn’t clear his throat. People dig the roughness and he can see something in your eyes flash for a second, though it looks more like amusement and that realization is slightly jarring, when his entire being is alight with desire for you.

“That is a privilege you’ll have to earn, pretty boy.”

The confidence makes him want to crawl to you on his hands and knees and he’s about to say that he’d do anything to earn it, when the oven beeps for his attention and you visibly perk up, the tension shattering like fragile glass.

You’re already giddy for the sweets and he can feel his heartbeat thunder in his ears. How come you’re never affected by your conversations?! What does he have to do to fluster you too? Flirt harder?

“That's mah cue. Ah don’t want tae make ye late fur work.”

Even though the disappointment of your indifference to his flirting weights heavy, it doesn’t take long for him to pack you as many pastries as you want after that and he makes sure to prepare your coffee exactly how you like it.

The smile on your face when you turn to leave is friendly but casual. No trace of the earlier flirting left and he groans as he watches you walk out, cursing your coat for covering your ass. He’s sure it looks spectacular in those well-fitting suit pants.

A loud groan of frustration tears from his throat. Luckily he’ll have another half an hour before any other customers come in. That’s enough time to calm himself down and get his heartbeat under control.

He needs a battle plan, some way he can up his flirting and make sure you know it’s not just meaningless banter with you. No he wants that every day. He wants to see you outside of his bakery, to hold your hand and feel your beautiful fingers on his skin. Maybe he should ask the guys. No he’s not that desperate. Not yet, anyway.

For now he turns to put the next batch of fresh buns in the oven.

#the sewer writes #baker!johnny x gn!reader #baker!johnny x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #cod x reader #johnny x reader #soap x reader #gn!reader #mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader

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yanderes-galore · 14 days ago

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I really wanted to limit my request to three, I really did, but may I request one more for this request period? If so, may I request Resident evil 7/8 with Mia and Ethan sharing a darling that is part of the BSAA? Thanks for considering!

-MissPlacedHero

Sure! I did my research to figure out how to fit Darling into this so here you go :)

Yandere! Mia + Ethan with BSAA! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Implied imprisonment, Drugging/Poisoning, Restraints, Dubious companionship/relationship.

You had joined the BSAA to fight against BOWs.

Yet as the years went on, you noticed that their values shifted.

Even your leader, Chris, noticed this in the company.

While you are technically part of BSAA... You're part of Hound Wolf Squad.

You're working without BSAA approval with Chris due to the Baker Family incident.

Chris had told you he wanted to monitor the Winters family.

They could be targets for bio-terrorists or even the BSAA.

Especially since it's assumed at least one of them is infected with the mold and Mia worked with The Connections.

Chris wants them watched, a job between bodyguard and spy.

That's the orders you're given when Chris sends you to Europe with the Winters family.

You're meant to be a family friend looking out for them.

You're meant to protect them.

Your job is how you properly meet the Winters.

You meet Ethan and Mia, the two now married with a baby on the way.

Ethan's skeptical at first, unsure what Chris is planning.

Yet you reassure him you're just here to watch over them, you're there for their protection.

I like to think you spend your time being friendly with the Winters family, occasionally reporting to Chris to alert him of any findings.

You also take precautions to keep yourself and the family in good health.

It's good practice to have medical knowledge in this field.

You check up on both Mia and Ethan to monitor vitals.

Mia's pregnant so you always check to make sure the baby, Rose, is healthy.

You check Ethan for a basic check up... Not telling him he's a mold creature now due to Chris's orders.

Your time with the family is useful and comforting to the Winters over time.

You help clean and when Rose is born, you try to be friendly and entertain the small newborn.

Admittedly you're fond of the Winters.

The Winters are fond of you too.

They trust you as they are aware of the dangerous situation they're in.

Mia especially.

Ethan trusts you as Chris helped them out.

It makes sense Chris would send someone like you to make sure his family is safe.

I don't imagine either of these two are very intense yanderes.

They aren't really violent and Ethan is mostly just protective if he is.

This is another case where their primary toxic trait is manipulation.

After all, you're meant to protect them.

Which means you're going to be staying at their home often.

At this rate the two have given you your own room.

If their bond is just platonic then they see you as just that, a friend.

You live with them, you help them, and you make sure they're healthy.

Originally it felt invasive... but they understand you just want them safe and Chris ordered you.

If things are romantic for you three... They begin to see you as a third.

You take care of Rose and them....

The two love each other, yet they find themselves attached to you.

You probably notice the difference in their words and actions.

You try to keep things platonic, Chris didn't send you here to mingle this closely to the Winters family.

Especially with Ethan... You fear the mold will cause complications.

While Rose and Mia seem fine... You know this family isn't normal.

Wouldn't be surprised if they had you sleep beside them in their bed if they were romantically interested in you.

Even though you're trying desperately to decline and just continue your job.

The biggest issue would occur when you get new orders.

Chris alerts you of a new mission.

You're told you're going to be flown out of the Winters household to meet Chris for debriefing.

That or someone else is meant to take your place.

Unfortunately... The Winters don't seem ready to let go of their special BSAA companion.

Mia tries to convince you to discuss with Chris, saying they trust you over any other person he sends.

Ethan agrees, at least offering to make you dinner one last time.

Rose is only a couple months old... are you really going to leave the poor girl?

You try to tell them orders are orders... but one more meal can't hurt....

That is until you wake up the next morning incredibly ill and bedridden.

You suspect Mia did something to the food, she was the one good with that kind of thing.

The idea of that makes you glare when Mia comes through the door, offering to take care of you while Ethan's trying to call Chris.

You say they betrayed your trust, they ignore it.

They aren't betraying anything... right now they're taking care of you like you did for them.

Ignore the restraints, it's so you don't hurt yourself.

Until you're better they'll tell Chris you're sick and being nursed back to health... for now you'll stay with them....

You'll never leave them until they say so.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil village #yandere resident evil 7 #yandere resident evil x reader #yandere ethan winters #yandere mia winters

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wordy-little-witch · 9 months ago

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Random silly content for cross guild poly-

• the first time Mihawk and Crocodile actually deigned to attend one of the circus performances for the Guild, they had low expectations - especially when they could not find hide nor hair of the clown. Really, not even HE was attending this, so why on earth would they ever-

Except Buggy IS there - just not as a spectator. He's among the performers. And it isn't even as a strict, gaudy, tasteless solo act - he's right in the thick of things with the other acrobats and only has a solo performance by sheer technicality - it's framed by acrobatics, aerials, and while he is the only one to down act and perform with the hoop, it's by no means talentless or sheerly for clout - it's well arranged, flashy enough to garner the appropriate awe, and almost classy.

They are hard pressed to admit how much they enjoyed it. ((And how much they'd enjoy a more.... one on one experience))

• Buggy is nonbinary. At first, this is an open secret - his men know and his crew is more than aware. He never considered 'coming out' really because it's always just been a thing that Is. There was no discussion really about it.

It only came to a head when one of the guildsmen excitedly calls out "Lady Buggy!!! Your makeup is beautiful as ever, Madame chairwoman!!!"

And Crocodile, of all people, seems mere inches from promoting the man from Worker to Corpse.

Buggy just beams happily, takes the other's compliments with a smile and thanks him. When the clown catches a glimpse of Croco, they're a little nervous, but ultimately reach out.

Crocodile believed the other to be misgendering the clown.

Buggy is.... suddenly realizing that she may actually have to explain things now. Oh golly.

They have a quick aside, sharing tea and information and Buggy explains that gender as a concept is just.... weird to him. He just decided that No, Actually, I'd Rather Not. Pronouns are fine, any of them, he or she or they or even something completely made up on a whim. None of it matters bc Buggy is Buggy and Being Buggy Is Enjoyable.

• Mihawk does not particularly care for labels, but he absolutely will admit to Buggy being the first person he finds painfully attractive regardless of presentation. He's a little feral.

• Crocodile can make a PHENOMENAL mix drink, but cooking is FAR from his pay grade ((He can burn anything and cannot for the life of him figure out how it happens beyond food -> fire))

• Mihawk enjoys cooking, and while Buggy enjoys it as well, they err more on cook -> Mihawk, baker -> Buggy.

• Buggy is INCREDIBLY jealous but tries very hard not to be. Mihawk is typically less jealous, but acts on it more frequently once it reaches a certain point. Crocodile is possessive and shameless but enjoys riding his partners up

• buggy's lipstick is actually more often than not a liquid matte - more control, less smudging, less transfer. After getting with the other two, he's made aware that they really REALLY like having lipstick smudges on their skin. He still uses his matte but touches up with the sticks to drive them wild.

• Mihawk is also open to makeup - he personally swears by a good eyeliner look - but he's never really had the drive to experiment on his own time or energy. With Buggy as a pushing force ((and even Perona, too-)), he experiments. A top lip in a liquid black really makes his fangs pop

• Crocodile is NOT about makeup, could be persuaded for some eyeliner on special occasions. He is, however, very enthusiastic about wearing marks and stains from his lover's affections.

• when one of the denizens of Karai Bari gets pregnant, Buggy as one of the medics and a neurotic mess of a protective captain takes a vested interest in the situation. It's bittersweet, and when she asks, far later on, if Buggy would be open to being a godparent, he is stunned, floored, breathless, terrified, ecstatic, and nauseous. She tells him to think it over.

So he does. He goes through his day on autopilot. It's only that evening, winding down for bed, doing his skin routine, that the other two ask. Their clown answers.

They discuss kids - having actual children - and it's... eye opening.

Buggy wants it, but they're scared of it too.

Mihawk is uncertain, mildly hesitant because children scare him a little, but overall? He's open to it.

Crocodile.... isn't sure he'd be a good parent. He isn't sure their lives are safe for a kid, and when faced with the facts of having a veritable town and island, fortified, protected, etc, he admits that.... maybe it would be an avenue for the future.

They agree to say no for now to a chance for a child. When Buggy explains the reasoning, the woman smiles warmly and tells Buggy he will always have a place in the kid's life - be it captain, uncle, or dad's boss, he was welcome, as were his loves.

• that said, Buggy gets HELLA baby fever and it triggers some dysphoria. Croc is pretty decent at the comfort there, and Mihawk's calm, steady presence is WONDERFUL. Buggy has to do some soul searching.

He's comfortable being called he - or they or she or- you get the picture - but sometimes his skin feels.... so wrong. It's tight in bad places, the dips all wrong, and it makes him conflicted - sometimes he isn't even all that upset by his body, it's just A Thing. But then sometimes that vague apathey becomes smth Bigger and Louder and.... it's hard.

Crocodile understands, a little bit.

• Iva understands too, it turns out, some years later. And with some creativity and a looney toons godling, there are work around.

• Buggy is Buggy and being Buggy is delightful, is charming, is comfortable. And it's not as difficult anymore.

#cross guild #nonbinary buggy!!!!#buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild polycule #trans crocodile #ivankov (said with anger yet begrudging potential)

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femnoah · 19 days ago

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Female Noah headcannons part 6

Neha, Izzy and Eva share a social media account called "inter_drama" which is a 'verified' information source on Chris, Chef, 'Noah', Izzy, Eva and Owen. It's where Sierra got a lot of information on them (especially team escope) since there's not much out there on them and it's from a confirmed intern on total drama!

... In actuality the three girls just post ridiculous and fake facts and spread stupid rumours about themselves to see how much the public will believe and how far they can take it.

Eva was the one who posted about 'Noah's' teeth being fake - how was she supposed to know that Sierra existed? So far people believe that Eva has a pet squirrel who lifts weights with her, Owen's real name is Normando, Chris and Chef are both in a relationship with the president, Izzy is the only person to ever be cured from rabies and 'Noah' is secretly an olympic athlete who's gone undercover. Of course, absolutely none of this is actually true.

Izzy and Owen are not allowed in the kitchen (for obvious reasons). All of Neha's family (surname is Devi because I think it's pretty funny considering they're all prodigies) can cook, another skill their mum decided was necessary.

Out of team escope, Eva is the designated cook, she learned how to cook as she was home alone most of the time since childhood (her parents are at work a lot).

Neha is the designated baker since she's the only one who has the patience for it, won't eat the ingredients and won't try to blow something up.

They have family cook nights (the ONLY time Izzy is allowed in the kitchen is with specific supervision, Neha and Eva enable her too much to be trusted with this) which include the other two girls, it always ends up a sing-a-long with dancing and minimal fighting- it's disgustingly domestic. There was one time when a dance battle broke out between two of her brothers.

Eventually Izzy gets adopted by the Devi family cause her mum sucks and Neha's mother already emotionally adopted her. Eva was given the same option but she decided against it, she still spends nearly all of her time at the Devi household anyways and was told that she'll always be one of her mama's precious little triplets no matter what (there were no tears shed thank you very much).

All three of them call Neha's mother mama (Owen calls her Mama Devi since she told him that he'll end up being her son-in-law anyways, she's always right). She spoils them completely and would let them get away with murder, all it takes is a 'please mama' - how could she ever deny her treasured daughters anything?

She goes to both Eva and Izzy's auditions to cheer them on.

Izzy's was for a TV show where her character became a recurring character. Eva's was as a stunt woman for the female lead of a super hero movie.

She threw them a party for getting their roles and so they were initiated into the 'embarrass the rest of the family with unconditional love and support as flamboyantly as possible for their achievements' game.

Izzy's bio mum had wanted her to be as 'normal' as possible, so despite her being highly capable and intelligent, she wasn't allowed to test out of school, she was constantly bored which just made her act 'crazier'.

As soon as she was adopted, she tested out and decided to follow what Neha did and get a degree early -she went with law. She's never planning on actually using it (unless it's to explain why what she was doing technically isn't illegal)

I mean, just imagine how funny it would be if a bunch of entitled, rich or older people got bested in a degree by someone who isn't even an adult yet and barely shows up, the amount of chaos she could ignite was just too good for her to pass up. Plus, it's not like people would actually believe it!

The cast had to do online learning so they didn't fall behind in school, typically after being eliminated and when they're not being recorded.

Due to this, Eva found that she does better when she's not in school (it's the people- the teachers and students make learning impossible for her and they only made fun of her when she needed help, her short temper didn't mesh well with this either) so Neha's mother offered for her to be homeschooled.

Eva's parents agreed to it after being told they wouldn't have to pay for any of it. It's another reason why she spends so much time at the Devi household- the other two girls help her out with the curriculum. It also means that she has more opportunities and time to work, work out or hang out with the other two.

Owen still goes to school and since he lives quite far from the others he only actually visits a couple of times a month. He still facetimes them a ton though.

They have a family game night once a month- including her auntie, uncle and cousins. It can range anywhere from a Scrabble tournament to capture the flag. Either way, they break into teams at the beginning of the night for the following games, they change up whose on whose team every time to keep it fair. It gets incredibly competitive very fast, especially with how many people there are.

It gets even worse when Chris and Chef join in. There's an established rule that Chris, Chef and Team Escope are not allowed to be on the same team at the same time. Especially not after the paintball fiasco.

It gets even worse when the Burromuerto (sometimes + Heather) family joins them. The competition can become violent at times but everybody is laughing and smiling at the end of it apart from José during the Alejandro+Owen friendship arc.

Chris jokes that the games nights gave him inspiration for some of the challenges in the second and third seasons.

Part 1

#alejandro burromuerto #td noah #tdi #alenoah #female noah #fem noah #td alejandro #td owen #chef #chris mclean #td izzy #td eva #team escope

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ladykissingfish · 1 month ago

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*at a restaurant* Deidara, watching Obito snarf down his third plate of mixed desserts: Man, I hope you have enough money to pay for all of this, Uchiha. And don't give me that "let's split the bill" crap again, hm. I only had some fries and a drink. The rest is on you. Obito: *grinning and holding up a small gold card* Actually this whole thing is on Kakuzu. After all, we're both members of the Akatsuki, and we're here to discuss an upcoming mission, so, technically, this counts as a business lunch. Kakuzu is responsible for all organization finances, after all. Deidara: *snorts a laugh* Good luck convincing him of that. And what do you mean, upcoming mission? I thought we were free for the next week or so, hm. Obito: Change of plans, my dear "Senpai". Tomorrow you and "Tobi" leave for the Land of the Hidden Waterfall. Deidara: For? Obito, reaching over and taking the remaining fries off of Deidara's plate: To investigate the supposed industrial-strength healing and relaxation properties of this one hot spring there. Deidara: Deidara: Are you ... are you saying you're having us go on a vactaion? Obito: Well it won't all be us playing around. Kakuzu actually wants us to bottle up as much water from the springs as we can; he thinks we can market it and sell it on the side as "magical healing elixer". Deidara: Still ... a vacation? That ... I don't know how I feel about something so, so ... intimate, hm. Obito: *hesitates, then signals the waiter, ordering yet another full platter of desserts* Deidara: You eat when you're nervous, don't you? Obito: Maybe. I just don't like that I still make YOU nervous. I thought that by now, after getting to actually know me, and who I am, that, well, you'd feel comfortable about being all alone with me somewhere like a hot spring. Deidara: It's not that, hm. But you sound almost like you mean for this to be a date? Obito, blushing: Well ... yeah. I mean I thought it would be a good way to unwind and recharge and not have to think about all this Akatsuki nonsense for a while. What ... what do you think? Deidara: I think ... The frantic Waiter, coming to the table: Please say yes, Sir. The other tables are complaining about there being no desserts left, our lead Baker is threatening to quit, and we’ve run through our entire week’s supply of sugar. Deidara and Obito:

#obito week 2025 #food #*taps mic* is this thing on #obidei #obito x deidara #obitoweek2025 #obito uchiha #deidara #eating when nervous has been my jam for years

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my-castles-crumbling · 11 months ago

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I have a problem Cas… I think im in love.

Okay so, there’s this girl. We’ve been best friends like 5 years. I mean i’ve always- okay I don’t know how to explain this.

I’m basically a fan-fiction come to fucking life.

So i’m Demisexual, and last year I decided to come out to my family. I don’t know if other Demi ppl have preferences of gender, but I don’t. Honestly labels confuse me. I’m not sure if technically i’m Biromantic and Demisexual but hey, the point is- and what I explained to my family- that i’d be open to dating anyone.

Basically i was telling them I wasn’t straight. (Obviously Demisexual is also about sexual activities and people and stuff but I wasn’t gonna try and explain to my parents that I don’t really get attracted to random ppl- cause they don’t get it- and I didn’t want to accidentally start talking abt sex).

So anyway, they were not happy. Have you watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine? There’s this clip where the character Rosa comes out as Bi and her parents are like “That’s okay, since you can still date a man and marry a man and be normal” and they were like that for me (i’m a girl in case that wasn’t obvious- so they wanted me to date a man).

And I didn’t really care to be honest. I had an equal level of straight friends to queer friends, I felt suitably in both worlds. I truly love my family. They’ve always been good to me. But they did imply if I did end up with a girl, they wouldn’t want to meet/know her.

Not to mention the religious trauma. I spent a shit ton of time listening to ppl tell me that same-sex marriage and relationships are a “sin”. Hell- there was this one rlly lovely women at church when I was like 9, but she got kicked out when they congregation found out she was a lesbian. (Okay- not kicked out but like bullied into leaving).

So it was fine for me to accept that I could potentially date a women since i’ve never felt immediate attraction to anyone, it never felt totally real.

BUT NOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. So my best friend (who is also a girl) of 5 years. She’s amazing. She’s literally the funniest person i’ve ever met, she’s so generous and has helped me so much, and she’s just adorable. She’s like fucking sunshine. And ngl, I don’t often like people who are so cheery all the time because it feels fake and I like people around me to be honest.

But she just, she has this way of finding the beauty in the stupidest things and it’s so cute. We got splashed by a car the other day, drenched both our outfits, and instead of being mad, she got all excited and had us do a photoshoot in our crazy soaked clothes, and then got all excited that we could cuddle under a duvet and watch a movie with snacks once we got home cause apparently that’s the only acceptable thing people can do after being covered in water (which is exactly what we did).

And she’s not unreasonably happy, you know? Like when people try to cheer people up at bad times and make everyone more sad, she’s not like that. Whenever i’m upset, or mad, she’ll doodle these cute little flowers on coloured paper and write things she loves about the world on the back of them, and once i’m done ranting abt how annoying the world is, she’ll give it to me and smile. She has the best smile.

I have this jar, I write the date on them and put the paper in the jar.

We’ve been best friends five years, she started doing that like four years ago and i’ve had the jar pretty much from the start.

It’s always been easy to be around her. We sort of knew each other for like a year, and then I blinked, and we were best friends. I read all the books she gives me even though the plot is super cheesy cause she loves talking about them, I learnt how to bake all her favourite snacks her mum made, cause she’s pretty far from home and honestly a tragic baker. And she cooks dinner (don’t ask how she can’t bake to save her life but is the most incredible cook, it’s unbelievably ridiculous) for us a lot, she learnt to make my fav food.

We technically live together, we’re at the final year of uni (maybe not tho depending on our next courses, I dunno) so we’ve been living together this year, but before that, I basically spent most of my time around her place anyway.

So yeah, we’re friends. But I realised a few months ago that i’m pretty, definitely, in love with her. I think i’ve felt like this for about a year and it just hadn’t quite clicked yet.

(I had this awful day and came back to our place to see her genuinely painting our wall a different colour of white. She paints as a hobby and accidentally splatter a ton of blue paint on the wall and freaked out and tried buying white paint to cover it when it wouldn’t wash of and she was sat on the floor with white paint all over her and the wall still blue.

She told me the story and I burst out laughing. I explained you often need white primer first, to cover the blue, and then to buy the correct shade of white, since ours was sort of chill white and she’d bought bright white.

It’s the type of thing that would’ve annoyed me so much at the end of such a tough day, but because it was her, I just found it adorable. That’s when it clicked, I love her. She noticed I was tired immediately and felt bad cause she realised i’d had a bad day. I said this cheered me up, cause it did. Then we made dinner together and spent the night reading on the sofa with music on.

We went to the shop the next day to get the correct stuff and luckily our wall is back to looking almost exactly the same).

So yeah, I love her. Plus like, being demi, I don’t usually find ppl attractive… I mean i’ve always known she’s aesthetically pleasing, she has good fashion sense and stuff, but like, I tend to view all people as the same sort of level of attractive. BUT NOW ITS LIKE- SHES FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. It’s kind of annoyingly actually. How is everyone not spending all day gazing at her eyes. They’re fucking caramel, like a book character. She says they’re brown but she’s wrong. In dull lighting they seem brown but they’re like dark orange (amber i guess) with little hues of green, but in the sun they’re really bright and caramel and warm.

She’s a lesbian btw. So theoretically I’ve got a shot. Also, i’ve always been good at reading people and I know she’s had like a small crush on me at least twice in our friendship. You can tell sometimes.

But recently, it’s been a wreck. I’m so distracted cause i’m in love with her I can’t think, and my friends keep telling me she loves me back but I can’t keep my head on straight long enough to try and tell.

But. If I do get my head out of my ass and tell her and she does end up wanting to date me, what the fuck am I supposed to do then. Cause if it does work out, i’m pretty sure it’ll last.

My parents never totally liked her (they probably saw this coming- but I think in the homophobic, all queer ppl date each other, way and not the, they’re meant to be together, way) and if ended up having to tell them i’m actually dating a women, they’d be pissed.

I always thought i’d end up with man, since it’s easier. No religious guilt about that. But I can put aside my own brains stupidity for her. But I can’t change my parents. But aside from this, they’re literally amazing. But I also know them and I truly don’t think they’ll change.

All my friends having been saying me and her should’ve been dating this entire time. I don’t know, I like to think now would be kinda perfect. I always knew she was gonna be in my life forever, I guess I just got so used to imagining myself with a man I forgot she was an option? That I could be with her romantically forever. You know, assuming she wants to date me.

(We’ll see about that. I’m really not sure. But i’m totally shit at keeping my own secrets so i’m planning to tell her soon if not just for the sake of my own sanity. All my friends say she’ll reciprocate, if she doesn’t, then I guess i’ll go from there, she’s not the type to be weird or bothered that we live together despite it. And if she does… then I have to decide what to do next. My other best friend is literally always right when it comes to our friends dating lives, and she has faith we’ll end up together, so we’ll see I guess)

But if she does. If she does I’ll have to get into it with my family. I don’t want to lie to them. And I know I shouldn’t judge, but I honestly don’t think they’ll change their minds. I think they’ll say I can come visit whenever, but not bringing my partner. And I won’t want that. And we’ll all argue.

I never liked knowing my parents didn’t accept this side of me, but I guess I never considered it would be an actual problem i’d have to deal with someday.

I spend a lot of my time trying to figure myself out. I haven’t had the easiest path in life. But with her, it’s so easy. It’s easier to understand what I like, it’s easier to talk about things, and I fully trust her not to be weird. Or leave. Or get mad for nothing. I don’t have to walk on eggshells around her. I trust her. We don’t argue much. We have, what she calls, three different type of arguments.

One, “bad mood argues”. She finds it so hilarious that it rhymes. You have to say it with the syllables. Bad-Mood Ar-Gues. We have these cookies in the freezer that we make every month. If one of us is having a bad day, we cook a few cookies to eat and I bought this dumb fridge magnet of a cookie to put on the fridge to signify it’s a cookie worthy bad day.

Another one is “justifiable anger”. That doesn’t happen much. When we first met, she had this tendency to not tell me when I did something that upset her, and it’d spiral, and i’d be mad she wasn’t talking about why she was mad. So we have a rule to always talk about problems, even the little things. For example, her yelling into the phone to her family for hours while i’m trying to study- she has planned days now, so I can go to the library or she can go out if necessary, or keep the convo below 45 min, her mums like half deaf so she does have to shout, but it’s also VERY loud. Basically we comprise. And make sure no anger builds up.

The third type of argument is, what our friends call, “married idiots”. As in, she shouldn’t use the siri talk thingy while driving cause it never understands what she’s trying to say and so I get jumbled texts that mean nothing and then she thinks she’s told me something she hasn’t told me. She’s nearly understanding that one 🤦‍♀️ And you know, the classic colour of something argument (it’s purple- she’s wrong).

Anyway. I forgot my point. Oh yeah, everything’s easier with her. I feel comfortable. If i’m being totally honest… i’m pretty sure if I ask her out, she’ll say yes. Like 80% sure. Im just scared to fuck this up, and cause family problems. Cause yeah, she’s worth the drama, but also, it’s her that’ll be being insulted right? She very likely won’t be allowed in my house. I don’t want this to ruin what we already have.

So yeah. That. I could really do with some advice ❤️

Hi <3

If you do not ask this girl out, I will physically pass away.

Like...I'm not usually so pushy with asks, but you're describing a relationship, hon. This is a relationship. I'm not sure if you follow me because of the Marauders, but you two are literally Wolfstar, And I'm shipping the two of you so hard right now.

If, for some insane reason, she turns you down, it's because she doesn't realize she's in love with you, too.

As far as your family...again, I'm going to be more blunt that usual. You're going to have to face their lack of acceptance for you at some point. It's absolutely shit that they don't accept you, but like...don't let that stop you from being with this girl. Because even if you put off their feelings now, you'll have to deal with it someday, and then you might miss out on an amazing girl.

Please update me. I need updates. I am so invested. I am DYING for updates.

God, I'm rereading all the things you wrote and I'm kicking and giggling. You two are ridiculously adorable. Please kiss her already (with consent).

I'm naming you purple anon. Please write back.

#ask #asks #ask cas #purple anon

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