#blends him and turns into a smoothie

[eatmy-customjorts]

i wonder what he's listening to

[yooniivrse]

melted kisses | myg

summary. yoongi's kisses are always sickly sweet. but the taste of melted sugar on his lips makes you crave him more than the plate of sugar coated fruits.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 1.9k

summary: yoongi and reader makes tanghulu together / yoongi very midly burns himself / makeout session ensues after their cooking / reader is elementary school teacher

warnings: making out, allusions to sex

a/n: yay im finally finished with exams!!! this was supposed to be posted next week but it's bts' 11th anniversary so 😋 also im very sorry that the drabbes are jumping around in the timeline, i will eventually put them in chronological order

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"I'm an amazing cook, I don't know what you're on about," Yoongi grumbled as he pulled your back closer against his bare chest. You whined as the cool metal of the silver necklace he wore pressed against your back which caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“I’m just saying. I’m not the one who blended chicken and other shit into a smoothie so I didn’t have to cook for the rest of the day.”

“That was one time. I’m a changed person now, love.”

"Whatever you say, babe."

You giggled softly and Yoongi huffed into your shoulder before he placed a soft kiss against your naked skin.

"You just can't admit that I'm a better cook than you."

You rolled your eyes at his words and turned your head slightly in an attempt to look at him. You could just about see his tired eyes that were closed shut.

"Fine. Next time we're both free, we're making tanghulu."

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips as his eyes scrunched into crescent moons.

"You were just waiting for an excuse to make tanghulu, weren't you?"

You hummed in response. You had mentioned the sweet snacks to him frequently, sending him numerous videos with recipes on how to make them.

"Yep. And you fell right into my trap," you giggled. You felt as Yoongi's body shook with airy laughter behind you.

"Ah, you're so annoying."

"You love me anyway," you said with a grin.

"I know," he whispered. He brushed aside your hair to press a kiss onto your temple and drifted off into a peaceful slumber within a few minutes.

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In all honesty, Yoongi had completely forgotten about your agreement. He had thought you would too, as you were both too giddy and drunk on sex.

But when you arrived home after work the next day with a bag full of ingredients, the only words that stumbled from Yoongi’s mouth were to ask you why you hadn’t used his card to buy everything.

“It’s fine, I had cash on me,” you say, swatting away his words as you place the bag onto the marble countertops.

“Still.” Yoongi’s eyes watch your movements as you begin arranging all of the ingredients into different plates and bowls. 

“Babe, it’s not like I’m poor or something. Plus, I’m the one forcing you to do this.”

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look back at him, and he playfully rolls his eyes before making his way over to you.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest or something? You just came back from work," he says as you start cutting the leaves of the strawberries off.

"Mhm, I’m sure. Can you get the small pot for me? The one we used for ramen yesterday."

Yoongi obliges and places the pot on the stove. You take the bowl of strawberries and bring it under the sink to rinse them. 

It wasn’t often that you would eat strawberries, always complaining about the millions of bugs within them. So when you did decide to have them, you made sure that they were squeaky clean even though it took more time. Yoongi thought they tasted the same either way, but never complained about your antics. 

During the early stages of your relationship, you both rarely got to spend time with each other, whether it was due to his work life or your college classes. Your preferences and quirks meant that a few extra minutes could be spent in your presence, so it didn't bother him in the least.

He moves to the rest of the ingredients and spots three tangerines lying together in a glass bowl.

"You got tangerines?" he asks, taking one into his hands. He throws it into the air like a tennis ball and catches it with ease.

You nod eagerly, a smile plastered onto your face as you look up at him.

"You love them so I wanted to try them out along with the strawberries and grapes. If we end up not liking it, you can have the rest."

Yoongi simply smiles as you bring the freshly cleaned strawberries back to the counter, a familiar, warm feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

He listens to the recipe you read off from your phone and places half a cup of sugar into the pot of water to melt before making his way behind you. He wraps his arms around you and lightly squeezes your body.

He had missed the warmth of your skin against his, and the light smell of your signature perfume. He had even missed the way your voice melodically bounced off the walls of his usually silent home.

Was he being dramatic about you being gone for nine hours? Yes. Was he going to stop? No.

"How was work?"

He places a kiss against your neck before moving his head down to rest on your shoulder, his narrow eyes watching you work carefully. 

"Good. A kid called me mom today and it was literally the cutest thing!"

He laughs softly as you place the knife down and bring your hands to your heart to emphasise your point.

"Mhm, that is cute."

A beat of silence passes before he whispers into your ear.

"I missed you."

It's embarrassing how fast the heat rises to your cheeks at his words, even after this many years of being together.

"I missed you too."

By the time you finish peeling the tangerines, cutting the strawberries and plucking the grapes off their stems, the sugar has fully melted. It would've taken half the time if you had an extra pair of helping hands, but you didn't want Yoongi's arms to move from where they rested around your waist.

Unfortunately, he's forced to peel away from your body as you lower the heat of the thick syrup and begin pushing the pieces of fruit onto skewers.

You playfully scold Yoongi whenever you catch him plopping one into his mouth before asking him to feed you one too.

"We need to stop, or there's gonna be none left by the end," Yoongi says, and you sigh in agreement.

Still, you sneak a slice of tangerine into your mouth, simply placing a peck on Yoongi's lips when he catches you.

In a few minutes, you have two plates filled with multicoloured fruits on skewers ready to be dipped.

You work carefully with the sugar syrup, and you’re surprised at how well the first few pieces turn out. 

"See, I told you! I'm just such an amazing cook," you say, waving the freshly coated skewer in front of him.

"This isn’t even that hard. Here, let me try."

Yoongi moves you to the side and takes a skewer. He tilts the pot to the side and rolls the fruits into the syrup, thickly coating it. He then puts it into a bowl of ice water for it to cool and begins working on the next one.

This time, however, he happens to reach too far into the pot and manages to dip the tip of his finger straight into the melted sugar. 

The hot substance takes a few seconds to do damage, giving Yoongi enough time to place the skewer into the water before swiftly pulling back his hand.

"Shit."

He wipes off the hardening liquid onto a small towel, but it leaves his skin red and angry.

"Babe, I told you to be careful! Are you OK?"

You step towards him and take his hand into yours. It wasn't serious, but there was now a tiny bump forming on the pad of his index finger.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It isn't even that big, see?"

"And? You still burned yourself," you huff.

Without another word, you look through the cabinets to find the burn ointment you had bought months ago as Yoongi protests.

"Seriously, love, it's fine. It doesn't hurt or anything."

"Still."

You successfully locate the ointment within your medicine box. You never really knew why Yoongi kept it in the kitchen, but his actions had proved useful.

You unscrew the cap and apply the tiniest amount onto his finger. He winces as you rub it into his skin, and you whisper an apology.

"There. Now, you've been fired as my co-chef and this also clarifies that I am clearly the better cook."

"That's not fair!"

"Sucks," you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you place the burn ointment back where you had found it.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a playful scowl and moves to sit on the counter as you work on finishing the rest of the fruits.

Soon enough, the two plates are filled with fruits on skewers with a glassy finish to them. You watch a video to make sure you clean the pot of melted sugar properly and Yoongi offers to clean the rest of the kitchen up as you do so.

You reluctantly agree after seeing that his burn was starting to look less angry. After cleaning the pot and leaving it in the sink with a few other dishes from earlier in the day, you prop yourself onto the counter.

Yoongi finds himself standing between your legs not even a minute later, and you watch eagerly as you give him the first taste test.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he evaluates the taste, clearly taking his job very seriously.

"So?"

"Damn. That's really good. Have a bite."

You smile widely, proud of your work. He points the rest of the skewer at you, but you bring your lips to his and use your tongue to swipe the sugar from his lips. 

"You're right, it is good!"

You smile at the blush that creeps across his pale skin as he takes another bite, failing to hide his timid smile.

You both manage to eat around four skewers worth of fruit, sharing each one between you. Yoongi sneaks kisses against your cheeks and jaw after every few bites, enjoying how he left you a little flustered after each one.

"You're gonna get my face sticky with the sugar," you complain, though you both know you don't want him to stop.

"I'll just lick the stickiness off," he says with a shrug.

"Ew, you're disgusting."

He laughs at the whine in your voice, placing another kiss on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, moving his mouth down onto your neck.

You tilt your neck to give him better access, stealing another skewer as you do so.

"Don't leave any marks, I have school tomorrow."

"The kids won't even know what they are," he mumbles, moving his tongue to gently graze your skin.

"Yeah they will! Kids are very modern nowadays, and there's only so many times I can say I burned myself with my curling iron."

Yoongi smiles against your neck and you leave the skewer in your hand to be forgotten on the counter. Your hands find their way into his grown-out locks, and you gently tug at the roots.

You bring his head back to meet your lips again, and the taste of melted sugar on his tongue drives you insane. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

You find yourself smiling against him as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

Yoongi doesn’t mind being called a bad cook as much if this is how every cooking session was going to end with you.

[ghost-bxrd]

Missing selkie jaybin hours... I bring bribes, may we know more about him? 🥺❤️

ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ💸🌸🍕 <- bribe

Of course dear anon 💚

He was a little shit

All the seal drama. If Jay didn’t want to swim alone but had an argument with Dick or Bruce beforehand, he would just sit by the water’s edge in seal form and SCREAM at them, all mournful and annoying. The first few times, Bruce and Dick went near apoplectic with worry because Jason wouldn’t turn back to tell them what’s wrong and omg why is the baby seal screaming it’s ok Jason whatever pain you’re in we’ll fix it just hold on

Alfred pretends he’s been all cool about Jason and his being a Selkie from the beginning. In reality, he spent several weeks learning seal biology and researching the most productive way to incorporate more seafood and fat into Jay’s diet. Going so far as to blend shrimps and mussels into his smoothies

During a mission with the JLA Robin was still onboard a ship when it went down and got swallowed by the waves. This was pre-Selkie reveal. It was the one and only time people have ever seen several JLA members lose their cool on Batman, screaming at him how he could just leave his sidekick to die. Bruce was very confused for a second because he could clearly see Jason splash happily in the water a couple feet away.

Jason loved pulling drowning pranks and people who didn’t know he was a Selkie

Orm offered more than once to fight Batman for the right to raise him. Jason was very touched, Aquaman found more Bat contingencies about Atlantis after each attempt. (Bruce was less than amused. Dick kept laughing his head off)

[appleblueberry-pie]

Sweet Yandere Satoru Gojo Headcanons

I want to steer away from the regular Yandere Satoru Gojo for a second. I feel it is very common for us to believe that he is, in fact, deranged, selfish, hilarious, confident in his caretaking abilities, and nearly unbearable to be around.

But I also believe in Yandere Gojo Satoru, who almost seems like a sweet angel to you. I mostly want to pull this thought from when he was in high school so that you understand what I mean.

When you two first meet after the last class of the day, Shoko and Suguru already left him behind, not wanting to see him blend his possibilities of ever pulling a girl into a mango smoothie to be digested and never return.

You had your stuff packed and heaved your stuff onto one shoulder before you felt a soft tap on your other. You turn to face Gojo, your classmate you just met this morning and see how shy he looks. It feels like a thousand pounds weigh on his eyeballs to keep him from looking up at you. You're so beautiful, and he stared enough at you for this whole day. But for you two to link eyes??? He doesn't think he'd stand it. He's so scared to speak up.

"..........um......." His voice is soft and a little wobbly. He picks at his fingers. You tilt your head in concern, questioning his behavior. "Gojo?" God, he wants you to say his name again. He glances up at you, bringing his eyes back to the floor. But then immediately looks back up, linking eye contact. The tension in his face visibly disappears when he finally lifts his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are so pretty, you think to yourself. "Um.......oh...I-I just wanted to ask if we can be friends...? It's ok if not."

From then, a (slightly twisted) beautiful relationship bloomed. Gojo loved to watch you sleep. It was his form of therapy. Just watching you snore, vulnerable, and relaxed made him want to be with you. He wanted to breathe the air that you exhaled. He wanted to be in your skin forever to stay warm, in the comfort of your body for as long as he could.

He sighs longingly as he stares at you outside of your window. He looked very weird standing alone on the outskirts of the dorm rooms, peeking into a blocked window.

Everyone knew that he liked you. And everyone assumed that you knew that he liked you. It was hard not to see it. Every time you left, his eyes glossed over as if he were departing for college away from his parents for the first time. And when you came back, his grin held the shine of a thousand sun's, eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

He always bought and/or brought snacks for you, knowing you liked them. Whatever you wanted, he got for you, unless you gave him explicit directions not to. Chocolate? Chips? Gummie snacks? Cookies? Specific crackers? Seltzer water? What flavour?? He has 7 different kinds.

He learned to drive just to take you places. It felt like little dates, but you never thought too much about it. If you needed help with homework, he always knew exactly how to teach you how to do it. Need help with training? He'll spar you for as long as you like. Need a change of clothes? You can use his, and he'll take yours to wash them for you. No?? Too weird????? He'll apologize profusely, scared to death. He didn't want to ruin what you two had.

If anyone speaks about you in any way....platonically or romantically, he won't do anything in that moment. He'll pout. Hard. Keep silent and glare at whoever is talking. Will imagine killing them, but would never do so. He knows it would affect you and your relationship with said person, and the last thing he wants is to make you unhappy. The most he'll do is hack all of this person's personal accounts on their phone or computer or just delete everything they have in general. He'll be petty. He would probably get to harming people when he's in his mid-twenties. But we're not there.

You kind of like him, too. He's so bright, his energy is attractive, and he gives you so much attention and affection. It's hard to turn that down. You love how honest he is.

You try not to get lost in his eyes, knowing you'd never come back. His puppy eyes are so killer. You can never ever say no to him. No to cuddles?? "Pleeaaaasseee?" He'll softly say, a soft frown on his face, big big blue eyes distracting you from your homework. You turn away from him immediately to not fall in, but it's too late.

"Satoru...." You trail off. But then you sigh and get out of your seat, and he gives you that pretty smile once more.

You tell yourself that he's so cute more than you'd like to admit. You realized that you have a crush when he drove you out to the beach, burgers in hand while you sat on the warm sand. He turns to you with that nice smile once more and says how nice this is to be alone and spend time with you.

You turn to him and recognize his white eyelashes kissing his cheeks. His cheeks had a soft red blush to them when he realized you were staring. And his lips that you forced yourself to look away from. His white hair that framed his face, his eyes that made you smile whenever wrinkles showed at the corner. I think I love him, you say to yourself internally.

You look back down to your burger, quietly adjusting the tomatoes on there. "Yeah." This time, your eyes gloss over, and you keep silent. Satoru takes a bite of his burger, and the waves continue crashing.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Cute | Haechan Imagine #9

Title: Cute

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 668

Author's Note: I can clearly envision Haechan in a scenario like this. To be honest he's one of my favorite members from 7Dream to write for, and I'm glad to post more content of him on this blog. I'm sorry this imagine is kinda short and I personally don't think it's that great. But it was coming up with the idea was still fun. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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“You fell for me because I was cute?!”

The incredulity in his tone prompted you to blink in confusion, putting a brief pause to the mindless play with Haechan’s fingers. You sat nestled at the edge of the couch, cozied up between his legs as your back was supported by his steadily rising chest.

Your head turned slightly to meet his equally bewildered gaze. The expression he wore resembled that of someone who had just been deeply offended. This wasn’t exactly the reaction you anticipated when answering how you came to develop feelings for your boyfriend.

“Is that a problem?” you asked him skeptically. The male scratched his head with a sheepish smile on his face.

“No, I’m just surprised,” he replied, extending his hand to gesture with his fingers.“So let me get this straight. You didn’t like me for being handsome, cool, smart, or even funny. Instead, it was because I was cute?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, now amused by how he was in such disbelief. You sat up a little to face him better, so you could explain. “Well if we’re talking about first impressions, I found you kind of annoying because you were loud and joked around a lot.”

“Hey—” he started to protest before you held your pointer finger up to signal you had more to say.

“But I think it was the day you came alone to the cafê I was working at,” you continued, trying to recall the memory. “And remember how you got a brain freeze because you drank the smoothie I made for you too quickly? I don’t know, I just thought you looked cute.”

The boy beside you then covered his face with his hands, muttering, “Okay now that’s just embarrassing.”

Out of all his noteworthy moments that could have sparked interest in him, it was the one where he looked like an idiot.

You suppressed a chuckle, and gently brought his hands into yours. “Wait, I’m not finished yet.”

His deep brown eyes met yours, brimming with a blend of innocence and sulkiness. Gosh, he was even more endearing when he wasn’t trying to be. A warm smile stretched across your lips.

“It took about three months into our relationship for me to figure out that I loved you,” you admitted softly, nervously playing with his fingers again. “I realized that we’re both kind of emotionally closed off to people around us. But neither of us is afraid to be vulnerable with each other.”

Haechan could see the sparkle in your eyes as you expressed your fondness for him, and suddenly his eyes also glistened with emotion. 

“What is this? You weren’t supposed to get so serious,” he chuckled nervously.

A faint blush appeared across your cheeks, as you wiped the first tear from his cheek. Honestly, your heartstrings were also being tugged as you reminisced the memory of falling in love with Haechan.

“It’s true though. I’m so blessed to have you in my life, Hyuck.”

The tenderness in your voice only heightened his emotions. Sighing, he leaned his head back on the couch, trying to stop the tears from flowing. “Baby, if you say one more sweet thing, I might just burst,” he joked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics, the warmth continuing to fill the atmosphere. Gently, you brought his face to your level and planted a soft peck on his lips.

“Was that okay?” you asked playfully, already anticipating the teasing you were about to receive from him.

Unexpectedly, however, Haechan blinked at you for a few seconds as if he were in a daze. Then without further hesitation, he pulled you closer and crashed you into a longer, hungrier kiss that poured out all the love and emotion he felt in that moment. As you melted into each other’s embrace, you were once again reassured that the two of you were meant for each other.

Sigh. Haechan really was the cutest.

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[lovexjoe]

Filming Pieces of Her

warning: smut, age gap, some fluffy

A/N: I had a request for Jacob and a younger co star smut idk what happened to the inbox request but here you go!

Synopsis: Y/N plays Andy who is 20 while Jacob is Michael Vargas who is 31. After their kissing scene Y/N had to take a break.

She doesn’t get it at all. She’s 20 and he’s 11 years older than her! How is she crushing on this man so much?! His fun personality and that goddamn accent doesn’t help it either. The set was being filmed in Georgia today then we’re flying out to Australia to finish up the rest. Andy her character was a simple girl so the glitz and glam wasn’t necessary. The director just asked for Y/N to apply simple makeup so here she was preparing for the hotel scene. Where Andy and Michael kiss and there’s clearly sexual tension between the two prior.

It’s fine ….. at least you’ll kiss him and get it out the way right? You applied your concealer and left it there to dry a bit to get more coverage. A tap on your trailer making you jump.

“Come in!” The door immediately opens with Jacob holding smoothies and a small pouch.

“It’s too late to grab dinner so I managed to get us smoothies. Could you help me apply this stuff” he waves his makeup pouch. He is just too cute.

Jacob was known for his role as Armando in Bad Boys. There’s something about him in a fuller beard and more reserved that turned you on. He sits in the empty chair beside you and watches as you finished up your makeup.

“Honestly you don’t even need that stuff you’re beautiful already.” He casually says as he sips his smoothie.

“Flattering me at this time at night is dangerous, Scipio” you jokingly wiggle your brows at him causing his cheeks to turn pink

“I’m just saying” he puts his hands up innocently.

You dab little dots of concealer on his little imperfections, you didn’t mind them but he had to be camera perfect. Jacob was beautiful as is. You stood between his legs, blending out the concealer while he’s looking up at you. His eyes are sinful. They could make anyone fold.

“Are you nervous? ….for the kiss?” His hands rest on the side of your thighs and you didn’t know how the fuck you stood still cause you wanted to melt right then and there.

“A little bit?….given it’s my first kiss…” You put his finishing powder on and started packing up the products.

“First on screen kiss? Well im honored”

“No Jacob….uhh my first kiss ever….” He thought for a minute as to why anyone would wait this long to kiss someone as enticing as you. Then he remembered you’ve been modeling for most of your younger years and only recently started acting. You barely had a regular childhood.

“Well…” He now stands behind her, looking at her through the mirror.

“Like I said, I’m honored.” He places a soft kiss to her temple before heading out to set.

Oh she was done for.

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Filming the hotel scene

Michael: (sighs) I’ll take the couch

Andy: You’re not sleeping in here. Get your own room

Michael: That’s not how it works

Andy: Well I’m not comfortable with that

Michael: And I’m not comfortable with letting you out of my sight. So….tie me up if it’ll make you feel better, but neither one of us is leaving this room.

Andy: *glares in frustration and sexual tension*

Director: Cut! Good job guys. We’ll finish the rest in 10 minutes. You walked off to grab some water and freshen up. Your nerves getting to you. Andy is the one to initiate the kiss and you don’t know how you’re gonna have the balls to do it. You pep talked yourself in the mirror. He’s just a guy after all.

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Director: and ACTION!

Running, fast as you can from someone who could potentially kill you. Trying to find an escape in a panic, was there multiple? Michael was caught up at the hotel with an intruder and I don’t even know if he’s okay. I’m out of breath and I can barely hold on but I’m running. I don’t want to die. I see a fence up ahead and I do my best to climb it. I felt someone grab my leg and I let out a cry for help hoping someone could just save me

Michael: hey hey it’s me it’s okay. I got you. They’re gone.

You drop down into his arms and let out a cry you’ve been holding. Your mom’s secret causing complete chaos to your life. Your heavy breathing subsides and you look up at him. He’s been protecting you this entire time, risking his life for you. Was that time at the bar real? The way he was looking at me, my body couldn’t resist this any longer. I pulled him in for a kiss. A long awaiting kiss.

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Characters aside, Jacob’s lips were so soft and his hands felt so big and warm around my waist. We were told that the kiss should last a few minutes. I let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to caress my face as his tongue slips in my mouth. My god. I could stay here. I started to suck on his tongue and he lets out a groan.

“And CUT! Perfect job guys we’ll take a 30 and finish up.”

When we both pulled away, we look at each other for a few minutes then I excuse myself. I headed straight to my trailer not speaking a word to anyone. I’m hot and completely bothered. You took off your jeans since they got ripped from the hooks on the fence. You threw it on the floor, utterly flustered from that kiss when Jacob comes in unannounced.

“H-hey” you said nervously. He closes the door and locks it. Not saying a word to you, eyes on you like you’re his prey. That innocent sparkle in your eyes as if you didn’t just turn him on in ways he didn’t realize was possible. He sits on the couch just watching you, your legs were tightly pressed together trying to find some relief. He notices and lets out a small laugh.

You narrow your eyes at him, this man knew exactly what he was doing to you. You walked over to him, straddling him as he places his hands on your ass.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned him as you take in the scent of his cologne.

“You’re clearly in need of some relief and I’m tired of acting like I don’t want you.” He guides your hips on his leg and you left out a soft gasp. His lips meet your neck as he unbuttons your white bottom up. Your character Andy wearing the most see through top and a black bra has been beyond distracting.

“Jacob!” You let out a moan as he sucks in your neck. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want this?”

“Y-yes” You move your hips against his leg as he pulls you in, getting lost in your lips. Trailing his kisses down to your neck then your chest. He pulls down your bra, massaging your breast, placing one nipple in his mouth. Your moans only being music to his ears. Your clit starting to feel simulated as you kept moving in the same spot.

You call out his name knowing that you were close, you felt your wetness against his jeans.

“Keep going baby, cum on my leg. I’ve got you.” He held you close with one arm as his other hand continues to guide your hips. You could barely even coherent a sentence you were just moaning out for him, reaching your peak. Still you were craving more.

“J-Jacob please touch me. I want you!” He lets you ride out your first orgasm holding you close.

“Before we go any further, please let me take you out to dinner first. It wouldn’t feel right to do this here.”

Oh a gentlemen he is. You agreed and hoped this blossoms into something more.

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[bloodmoonmuses]

we're not really strangers | mark lee

genre: mark lee x reader, drabble (700 words), meditative prose, angst (?) inspired by the movie "all of us strangers" and mark's 'dirty smoothie' trailer for their upcoming album "dreamscape"

warnings: none!

summary: the love of your life, mark, appears out of thin air.

The edges of your vision are blurred with tears. You attempt to blink them back- to keep them at bay-  but they fall hastily as your pace quickens amidst the concrete jungle. You’re experiencing the type of vulnerability that can only exist before nine in the morning- when people ravage the polluted city, weaving in and out of the crowd as they hustle to work. You’ve missed your train, and now, in order to make it to the office on time, you’ll have to walk six blocks. The sky is abysmally gray, but it’s apt, you suppose. Your mind and body feels gray as well-  mushy, drab and bland in its quiet suffering. You curse your faulty alarm clock and rue the feeling of watching the train zip past right as you reach its closed doors. It’s enough to ruin your entire day. Probably your entire week. But nevertheless, the world moves onward. 

You jump into the mix, warm bodies making the sidewalk blush as they cross its mind. As a law-abiding citizen, you mind the traffic lights. When it says walk, you walk. When it says stop, you stop. There’s something comforting about being told what to do. Muscle memory pilots your pliant form. You come to a stop again, because the light tells you so. On the opposite side of the street, in the middle of about twenty or so people waiting to cross as well, you see a man with wired headphones nodding along to his music. In his hand is an iPod Touch. The light turns and suddenly, you’re passing one another. The man skips joyfully, taking big strides with his elegantly long legs. You make contact briefly, his shoulder brushing yours, before he disappears into the morning mist. 

When you return your attention ahead of you, there he is again, leaning against the crosswalk light. You look around in confusion. Had he not just crossed the street? Didn’t he just vanish into the chaos of his morning commute?

“What?” the man asks as you come to stand in front of him. “You’re staring.”

“I thought I just saw you-” your head whips around with such force, you’re afraid you’ve injured your neck. When you look behind you, the entire street is empty- everyone having evaporated without a single trace. 

The man is  wearing a corporate lanyard. His badge says Mark Lee. You’ve known him for a lifetime, suddenly.

“Hey. I said you’re staring.”

“What are you doing here, Mark?”

“Playing hooky with you, of course.” Mark grasps your freezing hand, encasing it in two of his own, and warms it with his breath. “Let’s get out of here. You’ll catch a cold.”

He walks you back to your apartment. You’re not sure how he knows how to get there. Or where he got a key from. He moves around your home with tenured expertise, blending into the domesticity as if he’d been a permanent fixture in it for many years. Years that have escaped you. Years, that when you look up one day, you realize have flown past you in a flash. He takes your favorite mug out of the cupboard, the one with glazed ladybugs painted on it.

“Mark,” you start.

“Shh. Don’t ruin it,” he says. 

“Ruin what?”

He makes you a cup of tea. Chamomile. Also your favorite. He places it wordlessly on your tiny dining room table, sitting across from you.

“This is the best idea I’ve had in a while,” Mark says. “I should skip work more often.” He leans over to kiss you, chastely, on the lips. He misses slightly, only capturing the corner of your mouth. He chuckles. 

“You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost,” whispers Mark, still only inches away from your face. You kiss his nose, and the feeling is so familiar that it almost calms you completely. Then you remember: there’s a stranger in your house.

“Do I know you?” you inquire, scared of ‘ruining it’. All you do is ruin things. For once, you’d like to get out of your own way. 

Mark simply nods. “Of course you do.”

He kisses you once more, then stands to retrieve his iPod. When he returns, he sits next to you this time, placing an earbud into your left ear and the other in his right. Mark presses play, and a song you don’t recognize fills your ears like water. Mark rests his head on your shoulder, draping you in his sodden affection. Your heart feels impossibly heavy. You hope he’s real. 

“I love you,” Mark says.

“I love you too.” 

a/n: thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated!

[fullsunrise]

Smoothie - Part 2 (M)

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Jeno x Original female character x Jaemin

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Barely any plot, Dom!Jeno, Dom!Jaemin, OC is an inexperienced sub, BSDM elements, oral (F receiving), both Jaemin and Jeno are mean, use of toys, overstimulation, barely proof read (sorry!)

Summary: After signing up on a BDSM community website on a whim, Jinhae has her first BDSM experience with Jeno and Jaemin.

Previous chapters: Read part one here

"Did I tell you how heavenly you smell?” Jaemin whispered as he began kissing Jinhae’s nape.

While Jeno pulled down each strap at an achingly slow pace, it was almost too much to keep track of who was doing what. Their sensual touches blended into each other seamlessly and Jinhae’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensations. It was relaxing being taken care of like this.

The sudden cold that hit her bare chest pulled her out of her trance. Looking down, Jinhae watched as the scene before her began to unfold. Her cami bunched at her waist, her breasts out in the open, and Jaemin’s hand rubbing delicate circles around her nipple. Every touch made her skin feel like it was on fire. Desires started clouding her judgment as Jinhae pictured the males in front of her taking turns filling her up.

“Enjoying the view, baby girl?” Jeno teased as his hand disappeared under her skirt. He slowly began rubbing his thumb along her inner thighs.

“Do you like watching us pleasure you?” Jaemin whispered slowly in her ear and no one could miss how she shivered in delight.

Caught up in Jaemin’s honey-like words, Jinhae’s attention was quickly pulled back to Jeno as he snaked a finger up to her folds. The first moan escaped from her lips before she could catch it.

“Ah, that's it.” Jaemin mocked against her neck.

Jeno tested the waters yet again as he decided to place his finger on the apex between her legs. With just the right amount of pressure, he started lazily playing with her clit through her underwear.

“F-fuck,” Jinhae breathed. It was a simple touch, but their words from earlier made her extremely sensitive.

The breathy curse tumbling from her lips was enough for Jeno to slide her panties to the side and push a finger in. He mindfully started to fuck her, paying close attention to when her breath hitched every time he went back in. Alternating between her clit, his soft touches made her mind slowly melt. God, if he was that dexterous with his fingers, what else could he do?

“Aw baby, are you going to come that quickly?” Jeno asked.

“Yes,” Jinhae managed to get out between moans. Her release was right there as she could feel her own body shake in pleasure.

“Should we let her, Jaemin?” Jeno asked, adding a second finger. This earned him a deep groan. “Look at how well she's doing for us.”

“Hmm,” Jaemin lazily replied. He never once stopped his ministrations on her breasts, only occasionally would he release his hand. Jinhae found herself arching to chase the pleasure he was giving her. “What do you think, kitten? Should we let you come?”

“Please, daddy,” she moaned.

Truthfully, Jinhae didn't know where that word came from. Maybe it was coerced out of her, but it didn't matter. As her orgasm rapidly approached again, she was willing to do or say anything to feel release.

“Of course, baby girl.”

She expected them to continue, to finally reward her for being so good for them. What she didn't expect was a familiar click followed by a sudden low hum. Her eyes flew open instinctively as she looked at Jeno holding her vibrator in his hands. Amusement danced across his features as he played around with the different settings.

“Is something wrong?” Jeno asked dumbfoundedly.

“N-no, sir,” she replied quickly.

“We did tell you to bring with you after all, did you think we wouldn't use it?” Jaemin added before pulling her arms up in order to finally slip off her camisole. He didn't even ask for her to raise her arms up, opting instead to treat her like she was nothing more than his very own play thing.

In her altered state, Jinhae had completely forgotten that she haphazardly threw her mini wand in her bag before running out the door to catch the subway. She silently cursed herself for thinkig it would remain untouched for the duration of her stay.

Jeno continued to alternate between the highest and lowest speeds, almost as if he were contemplating which would be the most tortuous for her. Jinhae would be lying if she said she couldn't feel her heartbeat pound in her chest. She was already puddy in their hands. There was no doubt that whatever they had planned for her next would completely ruin her. Already dazed out with her eyes half open, Jinhae could only watch as Jeno passed Jaemin the buzzing toy.

“Let's see how much you can handle, hmm?” Jaemin asked as he crouched down on his knees. Now that he was now eye-level with her legs, he could see just how much they've affected her.

At the sight, he let out a low whistle. “We’ve barely started to touch you, and yet look at the mess you've made.” He cocked his head to the side, examining the dark spot on her underwear.

Jinhae tried to close her legs in embarrassment but Jaemin was quick to pry them back open. He hooked a finger in the side of her underwear and tugged them down her legs in one shift motion.

“I'm going to start using it baby, so spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

Jinhae obliged without hesitation, embarrassment long forgotten as it was replaced with pure need. The buzzing got closer and closer until it finally came into contact with her throbbing clit. Before she could adjust to the intensity, the setting was only raised higher.

“Oh, fuck.”

She could feel the familiar feeling bubble up in her lower abdomen. It was within her grasp now, Jaemin just needed to keep it like this and let her cum-

“Aw, what's wrong baby?” Jaemin teased. He pulled the vibrator away for a second too long, and Jinhae’s patience was wearing thin.

“Please, please let me cum.” She begged, practically on the verge of tears at the sudden loss of stimulation.

Each time she was close, he would pull away. Then he would come back and put it back on the highest setting. Jinhae wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of edging, but this was on a different level. Her clit was burning and borderline overstimulated. But Jaemin never stopped, even when she was sobbing for him to let her release. When he placed the vibrator on her aching clit once more, she could feel the salty tears of relief wash over her face and down onto her chest.

“There's no need to cry yet,” Jeno said from behind her.

“You're gonna cum for us, baby. I need you to come all over my face like a good girl.” Before she knew it, Jaemin buried his face between her legs.

One single lick. One lick from his tongue was all it took for her to completely fall apart. Her legs were shaking, her moans uncontrollable. Her orgasm washed over her completely before she tried to push Jaemin away. But he wasn't having any of it.

“Not so fast,” he warned. His strong grip on her hips never faltered.

“You can squirm all you want, but you're not going anywhere,” Jeno added. “You're going to cum again.”

“I-I can’t,” she pleaded.

“Aw, is our baby too tired?” Jaemin cooed, kissing the inside of her thighs. It was sweet, but it was merely a distraction. Because the minute she felt Jeno wrap his hand at the back of her head and tangle his fingers within her messy hair, she knew it was over. Her head was yanked back instantly.

“Did I not make it clear enough?” he stoically said, his dark eyes never leaving her own. “You're going to cum again like the fucking slut you are.”

She was at a complete loss for words. The only sounds she could manage to get out were a mix of whimpers and small pleads. How could they expect her to come again? Her thighs were sticky, her chest was covered in a light sweat, and she was pretty sure she was incoherent at this point.

The mocking buzz of her vibrator returned, and Jinhae flinched at the noise. Jaemin ran it up her thighs at a painfully slow pace, before placing it just in the right spot that had her seeing stars. Her release was nothing short of intense as every last drop of energy she had left her body.

“That's it, let go,” Jeno purred in her ear.

Jinhae invited Jeno’s words of praise as she leaned her head back on the couch cushion. Her eyes grew heavy and fluttered shut, her body begging her to sleep. Jinhae wouldn've passed out if it weren't for Jaemin peeling off her skirt.

“Lift your hips up for me, baby,” Jaemin said softly. Too tired to argue, Jinhae followed his instructions as she was now wholly under their spell. In her fucked out state, they could ask her to do anything and she was wordlessly agree.

“You did so good,” Jeno said as his hands toyed with her nipple. Jinhae let out a small cry at the overstimulation.

“Do you need a break before we continue, sweetheart?” Jaemin asked.

Jinhae opened her eyes at his question, unsure of what he was implying. There was more? Jinhae didn't think she could possibly do anything else but take a nice, cold shower followed by a leisurely nap. As she looked at a fully clothed Jaemin, a naked Jeno behind her, and down at her own unclothed self, the realization hit. Jaemin was the only one in the room that hadn't come yet.

“Ah, I think she gets it now,” Jeno noted as he looked over Jinhae’s shoulder, right in Jaemin’s direction.

“You have five minutes before we start, kitten,” Jaemin warned. Jinhae watched in awe as he peeled his cardigan off, finally showing off his toned arms.

“I’m going to go upstairs,” Jeno announced. He began to collect his clothes off the nearby couch. “Don't forget your safe word,” he chuckled before winking at her.

Dread instantly flooded her stomach. Just like when a bright, sunny sky would turn dark and stormy. It was clear now that everything they had done up to this point had just been preparation for Jaemin. As the stairs creaked beneath Jeno’s feet, Jinhae secretly wished that he stayed. Because she knew that Jaemin wasn't going to stop until she was screaming his name.

[ordinary-barbie]

celebrating your birthday with jean!

summary: you're spending your birthday with jean for the first time and he wants to make it special ♥︎

tags: fem!reader, l-bombs, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, lots of sappiness

an extremely self-indulgent set of headcanons since it's my birthday lol.

jean's favorite holiday is christmas, but this year, he's honestly more excited for your birthday. it's the first birthday you're spending together as a couple and he's determined to make it amazing.

he will spoil the FUCK out of you! he encourages you to come up with a list of things you want. and he will get them all, despite you assuring him that he really doesn't have to.

you make one joke about birthday sex and the wheels in his horny brain start turning. he wakes you up on your special day with kisses and then immediately begs to eat you out.

he swears that your pussy tastes especially sweet today because it's your birthday. you can't even tell him off for being a cornball because you're rendered speechless by him giving you the best head you've had in your life??

this man is always good with his tongue and his fingers but he's clearly pampering you extra today. he ends up making you cum multiple times and refuses your offers to return the favor because "it's your special day, babe."

he's amazing. i want him bad.

jean loves to cook and insists on making breakfast in bed for you on your birthday. he makes pancakes for you, using a special recipe that his mom passed down to him. blends you a delicious smoothie with your favorite fruits. he joins you in bed and the two of you eat together and cuddle :)

if you love surprises and parties, he will pull out all the stops to throw you a bomb-ass party and invite all your friends. he'll dupe you into believing you're having a quiet dinner at home, but as soon as you come through the door, you're greeted by a bunch of your favorite people. jean beams with pride and positively melts at how overjoyed you are by the surprise.

but maybe that's not your thing and you want to do something more low-key. he's totally down for that too. he will be in the kitchen for hours making you a feast while you go out shopping or grab lunch with some friends. of course it's the best meal you've had in your life, and of course this dork (affectionate) lights candles and puts on a jazz playlist on Spotify for you.

y'all sway in time to the music after dinner + dessert. it's disgustingly cute.

could also see him taking you out for dinner and inviting a few of your closest friends to celebrate. takes zillions of photos to capture the moment and refuses to let you pay for anything. your friends tease him for being such a simp but he doesn't care. he's proud to be such a sap for you.

once the festivities are done, he wants to end the night by making you feel good. it's not just sex, it's making love. he goes slow and soft, making sure to worship every inch of your body and savor the moment.

he's got his head buried in the side of your neck, peppering you with kisses and "I love you"s as he thrusts in and out of your wet cunt. it feels so so so good, and before you know it, you're cumming all over his cock, feeling totally blissed out

he insists on making you cum one more time because he's nothing if not a gentleman. when he asks where you want him, you beg him to come inside. he happily gives you his warm, sticky load, moaning as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy.

he wipes you off with a warm rag afterwards and makes sure you drink water and go pee before helping you into your coziest pair of pajamas. an aftercare king.

as the two of you cuddle in bed, preparing to drift off to sleep, he shyly asks, "So did you have a good birthday? I hope it was everything you could've wanted and more." you nearly burst into tears over how utterly sweet and caring your boyfriend is.

you assure him that today was perfect simply because you got to spend it with him, and his heart absolutely swells with adoration for you. ♥︎

[mhin-t]

even more obey me headcanons

this is a repost from my old account (@/s1lly-l1ttl3-b0y, which has been deleted), so if you recognize these, that's why :3

lucifer used to be as bad with tech as early game simeon

one of satan's many hobbies is candle making

beel constantly gets chocolate grimm and regular grimm mixed up

solomon has blended burnt toast and water together to have as one of those "smoothie breakfasts" that are so popular in the human realm

the brothers, royals, and purgatory hall residents have a biweekly dnd meetup, and mc has taken over as the dm

luke refuses to eat pizza

levi has the biggest collection of clothes out of the entire cast because of how many cosplay outfits he has

simeon is the one most likely to go yandere for mc

barbatos listens to metal while cleaning

satan has a damnblr (devildom tumblr) where he makes book recommendations and reviews. no one knows it's him running it though

levi wears a spica splint whenever he's not gaming due to tendonitis

watching ratatouille was nightmare fuel for barbatos

diavolo cries at really cute animals

asmo also calls barbatos "barbara"

simeon, luke, and solomon tried to do an escape room but got so stuck that after an hour of making no progress, the attendant watching them had to essentially walk them through the entire thing

solomon and levi have matching friendship bracelets

belphie cuddles a pillow from beel's bed whenever beel isn't there

levi is really good at coding because he learned it to make a fansite for ruri-chan

solomon accidentally turned himself into a toad once, and now he does it on purpose to get out of doing things he doesn't want to do

barbatos has been calling himself "one hell of a butler" ever since levi called him that. he still doesn't know where that line is from

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day 5: Pet Sitting

“Nope, no way. Absolutely not.”

Six sets of puppy-dog eyes stared back at her. Lucas, the ham, even pretended to start whimpering.

“Stevie, please,” Dustin whined, “Eddie needs a safe place to stay.”

She stared at Dustin for a few seconds before glancing down at the shoebox in Dustin’s hands. Inside the shoebox surrounded by a few of Claudia’s oldest and fuzziest kitchen towels stood a bat, a small black bat with big black eyes that looked almost just as pathetic as the rest of the kids.

(Almost.)

“I’ve done this song and dance with you before, Henderson, and I told you when you got rid of the alien lizard - ”

“D’artagnan was a cryptid, Stevie!”

“ – alien lizard that I wasn’t going to help you keep playing monster vet. I still haven’t recovered from seeing Mews’ corpse!”

“Mews was my cat and I’m fine! Besides, Eddie’s just a normal bat!”

“Dustin, he has a full head of hair!”

Stevie and Dustin stared at each other before looking back down at the bat (Eddie). Who was running his little claws through his hair and preening. (Stevie could have sworn that he winked at her, but she wasn’t crazy; it was definitely just a trick of the light.)

Dustin’s face started to flush like he was going to argue with her but El (sweet, precious El) cut him off before he could really get going. “Stevie’s right. He is not normal,” El said, stepping forward to run her fingers against Eddie’s head. Eddie rubbed up against her fingers and chirped. 

“See, I knew it - ”

“But he is a friend,” El said and fuck, the full force of El-most-likely-a-changeling-Hopper’s big brown eyes was something Stevie would probably never learn to resist. “And he needs someone to care for him while he gets better.”

“Better? What do you mean, better?”

“Bad man,” El replied matter-of-factly and, well, shit. She didn’t need to say much more than that.

Stevie sighed and turned her attention back towards the “bat” in question. “How long?”

/////

Just a few weeks, maybe a month or two, Dustin had said. “I would have kept him myself but Mom was worried that he’d eat Tews – ”

(“Oh, and you don’t care if I get eaten?” Stevie had replied. Dustin had just rolled his eyes and ignored her.) 

So yeah, two months tops, just until Eddie was “healed” or what not. (He didn’t have any visible injuries that Stevie could see but then again, she was just a cosmetologist, what the fuck did she know about bat anatomy?) Until then, Stevie was going to have a tiny flying roommate who apparently “only likes to listen to metal music, so I’ve brought a few tapes and oh! He loves fantasy so you’ll have to read him this as a bedtime story,” at which point Dustin handed her The Lord of the Rings, “and he gets lonely at night so don’t lock him out, he likes to cuddle, and he should be able to fit in your jacket pocket when you go to work during the day - ”

“No, nope, no way, none of that is happening,” Stevie argued and she really had been planning on sticking to that – no metal music, no bedtime stories, no cuddles, and definitely no work trips, no way, no how.

(She’d folded by hour two of Eddie’s stay at Casa de Harrington.)

/////

“You get this is weird, right?”

“Hmm?” Stevie was cutting apart some strawberries to blend with whatever “protein drink” Dustin kept dropping off at her house. “What’s weird?” She turned to look at Robin, who was watching Eddie shimmy up and down the dining room table to “Rock Me Like a Hurricane.”

“Stevie. This is not normal bat behavior.”

“So? It’s normal Eddie behavior,” Stevie shrugged. She tossed the berries into the blender and, once it was a fine red concoction, put it in a little cup with a little straw and walked over the table. Eddie slid his way across the polished wood and wiggled when he saw her, chittering happily before going to town on his fruit smoothie.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t also normal Stevie behavior!” Robin threw her hands up in the air. “You’re letting a wild animal sleep with you in your bed!”

(She’d tried to encourage Eddie to stay in the guest room that first night all those weeks ago but she’d barely laid in bed for all of two minutes before a dark shape flew through the dark and landed on her chest. She’d screamed and leapt out of the bed but Eddie had somehow managed to grip his claws into her shirt and no amount of arguing with him was able to get him to let go. 

“Fine,” she’d finally growled, “but if I roll over and squish you, it’s not my fault.” 

When she’d finally woken up the next morning, she was still lying on her back and Eddie was still nestled onto her chest. They’d been going to sleep every night that way ever since.)

“Hey,” Stevie replied defensively, “he’s not a wild animal, he’s totally tame.”

“Uh huh,” Robin replied queasily, watching as Eddie happily slurped up his smoothie. “Just because you play dress-up with him doesn’t mean he’s tame, Stevie.”

The tiny vest was from El and Will, something about how Eddie looked “wrong” without it (whatever that meant. Stevie had to admit it did look really cute on him.)

“He looks adorable, Robin!”

“He’s totally taken over your life,” Robin shot back dramatically. “He goes shopping with you, you take him to work – Stevie, he sits with you when you take bubble baths, for Pete’s sake!”

(Hey, Eddie was a gentleman, he always waited until she was covered by bubbles until coming in and sitting on the little nest of towels she’d made for him on the set of drawers by the bathtub and okay, maybe Robin had a point here.)

“And that’s not to mention that I’ve been trying to get you to read a book for literal years now and this bat shows up and suddenly you’re reading Tolkien to him every night?”

“It’s actually a good book, Robin,” Stevie said defensively.

“I know that, Stevie, I just can’t believe that you’re not seeing this! Like, there are so many red flags! He’s literally drinking blood right now!”

Stevie huffed and leaned over the table, like she was physically covering Eddie from Robin’s criticism. “It’s rude to judge somebody else’s eating habits, Robin. Or did you forget our conversation last month when you tried to go vegetarian?”

“That’s different and you know it!” Robin exclaimed. 

Eddie, because he was a little drama king, took the last sip of his smoothie while making eye contact with Robin before letting out an exaggeratedly content sigh. 

“See?!”

Stevie rolled her eyes and set her hand down. Eddie scurried onto her palm, letting out a series of happy chirps. She lifted him up and set him on her shoulder where he waddled to her cheek and pressed his little face against it, like he was giving her a little kiss. “You’re being overdramatic, Robin.”

“Fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he makes you his eternal vampire bride or whatever,” Robin huffed before getting up and stalking out of the kitchen.

“He’s just a bat!” Stevie called after her. Robin responded by slamming the front door after he on the way out. 

Sighing, Stevie turned to look at Eddie, who was currently making a home for himself in her curls. “You are just a bat, right?”

Eddie turned and shot her a wink before wrapping his little body in one of her ringlets.

“Yeah, that’s probably fine.”

/////

One of the best parts of having Eddie around actually was nighttime. She hadn’t gotten so many nights of uninterrupted sleep in years. He was like some sort of nightmare repellent or something; in fact, the only dreams she’d had recently were of a shrouded figure with long dark hair and a sexy laugh and teasing cool hands and other things – 

And when she woke up a month and a half into Eddie’s residency in her home, she probably should have been more shocked at the fact that her bat had turned into a very pale, very sexy and very naked man with long dark hair and cool skin and – 

“God, Robin’s never going to let me live this down,” Stevie murmured as the man stirred above her. He opened his eyes and yep, yeah, those were her bat’s eyes. 

Eddie’s grin grew sharp as he pressed her further into her bed. “I’m sure I can find some way to make up for it,” he said as he drew close enough to kiss her. 

“How do you feel about a Halloween wedding?”

[honey-crypt]

ERM HI…. HAHA… I really like ur elliott fics and im wondering,,,,,, *looks at you with HUGE eyes* what if that one scene on Ginger Island where you have the dialogue option to “help him put sunscreen on” turns SPICY… Perhaps with an afab or genderless farmer…. 👁️👁️

Again, i love your stuff and i get super happy to see ur posts on my TL 🐝💕💕 long live the great bee 🤴

(For now i will remain anonymous… 🪳)

a/n: sorry that this took forever! i was in anti-horny mode. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this fic!

word count: 1.6k

warnings: accidental boner, blowjob, deepthroating, semi-public sex (farmer and elliott fuck in the bathroom on ginger island), cum swallowing, farmer and elliott fail to realize that they're crushing on one another

summary: elliott needs help with applying sunscreen on his back and as his friend, you're more than happy to help! but what happens when you get too close and too intimate with the whole process?

★ the sunscreen incident - elliott x farmer ★

The summer breeze ruffled your hair and the sun beamed down warm rays on your skin, as you walked along the boardwalk to the resort. A rare day off in the summer season warranted a trip to Ginger Island and it seemed that many other residents had the same idea. An assortment of individuals scattered about the sandy beaches of the island, some soaking up rays while others chatted amongst themselves near the crystal clear waters. Your flip flops made contact with the sand and you let out a sigh of contentment, What a nice day.

Yet, out of the blue, your throat tightened and you groaned from the sensation, suddenly parched. Yoba, I need a drink. Thankfully, Gus had set up shop at the rental bar, serving drinks and snacks to the beach attendees. You made a beeline for the bar and greeted Gus with a smile, “Gus, my man, how are you?”

“Oh, (Y/N)!” the bartender flashed you a smile, “Things are well, very busy today. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?” you eyed the menu and pondered your options, “I’ll take a mango smoothie,” you placed your order with Gus. He gave you a thumbs up and walked over to the blender, dumping the ingredients and blending them. Gus poured out the smoothie and garnished it with a little umbrella, “One mango smoothie.”

“Thanks,” you dropped a few G in the bartender’s hands. You took the smoothie and scanned the shore for any good spots to sunbathe. That was when you saw him, Elliott lounging on a striped beach towel with his glorious chest on display for all to see. Your face heated up at the sight and averted your gaze, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a creep. However, Elliott must have caught you anyway when he exclaimed, “(Y/N), my friend! Come here, please!”

You fulfilled his request and approached Elliott, plopping down in the sand next to him, “Hey, Ellie,” the nickname rolled off your tongue cheekily, “Enjoying the weather?” the redhead nodded, his ponytail bouncing with the movement, “Yes, yes, indeed. Despite living on the beach back home, Ginger Island’s waters seem more lively and fresh.”

“You think so?” you eyed the ocean before the two of you and sipped on your smoothie, “I guess it does look clearer than the beach back home,” you watched the people in the water, such as Kent guiding a floatie-wearing Vincent farther into the sea and Leah’s braided hair and snorkel straw poking out above the water. It brought a smile to your face, to see the residents of Pelican Town enjoy the wonders of Ginger Island.

“Oh, (Y/N),” you perked up at the sound of Elliott’s voice. He held out a bottom of sunscreen, SPF 70 to be exact, “Could you do me a favor and apply sunscreen to my back? I burn quite easily and I’m not flexible enough to apply it myself.”

“Of course,” you took the sunscreen and gestured to Elliott to lay down on the towel. He laid on his stomach and pushed his ponytail out of the way, allowing his back to be completely exposed. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned back, adorn with freckles galore and prominent muscles. You had no clue why he was so in-shape, given his lifestyle of eight hour writing sessions and daily trips to the saloon for his meals. 

“Everything alright?” the writer questioned. You shook off your stupor and replied, “Yes! Just zoned out,” you uncapped the sunscreen and squeezed the white goop into your hands. You leaned closer to Elliott’s back and began applying the sunscreen, massaging it deep into his skin. Elliott let out a soft groan from your motions, He must have a sensitive back. 

“Need me to pause?” you asked. Elliott lifted his head up enough so you could clearly hear his response, “No need, I’m simply tender when it comes to my back. Please resume,” you squirted more sunscreen on your hands and swung one leg over Elliott’s legs, sitting down on his ass so you could get better leverage. 

Elliott let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly settled down and allowed you to resume your work. You continued to massage the sunscreen into his skin, humming a tune to yourself while you did so. Finally, after a few minutes, you finished up and announced to Elliott, “All done!” you hopped off his backside. Elliott turned himself over and smiled at you, “Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate it.”

“Of course, no–” you cut yourself short, your eyes locked in on Elliott’s crab-patterned swim shorts. Without realizing, the writer was displaying a proud erection, you held back a squeak of your own and hastily shielded his boner with your body. Elliott tilted his head like a confused puppy, “What’s wrong?”

“Ellie…” you swallowed your spit hard, “You got a, uh… you got a boner.”

Elliott’s eyes widened in shock and immediately covered the tent in his swim shorts with his towel, “Oh, dear! I’m so very sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know why I have one, I must go and take care of that,” with his towel as a shield, Elliott rose from the sand and walked over to the bathroom. 

To both parties’ surprise, you stood up after him and grabbed him by the wrist, “Wait, I…” you stared down at the sand, “It’s kinda my fault you, uh… have that little issue. Do you, uh–” your face was flushed with embarrassment, “I can take care of it.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped at your proposition, his freckled face a lovely shade of tomato red, “Oh! Oh my, I–” he covered up his surprise with a faux cough, “I wouldn’t… be opposed to that. Meet me in the family restroom,” he then entered the bathrooms. You waited a few moments, not wanting to arouse suspicion, before heading inside. Mustering up some courage, you approached the family restroom and opened the door. Inside, Elliott sat on the pull-out chair, towel still covering his boner. You gave him a small wave, “Hey.”

“Hello,” he returned the pleasantries. You walked up to him and removed the towel, staring down at Elliott’s boner. Elliott let out an awkward cough and you broke eye contact with the boner, “Sorry,” you apologized, twiddling your thumbs, “Do you want me… to suck you off?”

“That should do the job,” he answered, “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“I’m okay with it,” you reassured the freckle-faced man, “Can– Can you pull your shorts down?” the writer nodded in confirmation and slowly slid off his swim shorts, his cock now free from its confinement. You gawked at its appearance, the mushroom tip red and angry with some pre-cum leaking out. It was on the bigger side, maybe six or seven inches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you were referred to as “The Blowjob Master” back in college for your blowjob skills. 

You folded up your towel and made a makeshift pillow, placing it on the water-soaked floor and resting your knees on it. Timidly, you placed your hands on Elliott’s thighs- Yoba, those thighs could crush watermelons- you waved off your horny thoughts and looked up at Elliott, “Are you ready?”

“I am,” he patted you on your head, “Thank you for your help again.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you flashed him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the shaft and gave the tip a tentative lick. Elliott stifled back a moan, his face now a deeper red. You carefully guided his cock in your mouth and once inside, you began to suck Elliott off. The writer bit down on his hand to silence his moans while you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

Yoba, this exchange felt otherworldly to Elliott, his crush down on their knees and sloppily blowing him. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto the remainder of Elliott’s shaft, coating it in the bubbling substance. With his free hand, Elliott found his way into your hair and tightly pulled at it, earning a moan from you that vibrated down his whole cock. 

Elliott’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull when you managed to find his weak spot, a vein directly under the tip of his dick. You licked and nipped at it, relishing in Elliott’s descent into madness from your cocksucking skills. In one swift motion, you took his full length in your mouth, your nose touching his beautifully manscaped bush. 

Elliott held out a muffled moan and promptly climaxed, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and into your tummy. You groaned against his shaft while he orgasmed and as soon as he finished, you pulled yourself off his cock and wiped off any excess cum from your lips. Elliott cleaned off any spit and cum from his now flaccid cock; he then put his swim shorts back on and gave you a relieved smile, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you winked, “I’ll see you outside?” Elliott nodded, “Yes, I just need a moment,” you gave him a thumbs up and exited the bathroom, leaving Elliott to his own devices. The redhead approached the mirror and steadied himself, hands gripping the sink hard.

“I need to buy them flowers as a thank you gift.”

[radiant-reid]

so i just read eleventh hour, and you want me to tell you what i think?

ILL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK. I THINK I NEED MORE DOMESTIC REID OR ELSE I MIGHT EXPLODE.

that was so fucking good, i might have to read it again and again and again!!!

i could write a book on domestic reid, but I'll start with this, and similar to the fic, it's expecting!dad!spence

One of the last things you expect to wake up to- at four in the morning- is the sound of the blender whirling in the kitchen.

Spencer hates being up early and he's never been one for smoothies so what he's doing up, probably blending fruit, is puzzling and slightly concerning.

You haul yourself out of bed, a task that's becoming harder and harder, and make your way to the kitchen, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light.

Your husband actually must have lost his mind, standing there in pajama bottoms and a shirt with an apron around his waist while he chops fruit. There are four pots on the stove as well as a tray in the oven and the blender is liquefying what looks to be sweet potato.

"Good morning." You say, startling him as you switch it off.

He turns around in surprise, relaxing when he sees it's you. "Did I wake you?" He asks.

"Yeah." You answer. "But I'm more worried about what you're doing up in the middle of the night cooking and blending fruit."

"Oh." He scratches the back of his neck and blushes like he's been caught doing something terrible. "Uh, I'm making puree."

"Are you anticipating losing the ability to eat?" You tease him, stepping closer and tucking yourself under his arm.

He chuckles, caressing his palm over your back. "No, it's for the baby." He tells you, touching your stomach with his other hand.

"You know they don't come out ready to eat anything but milk, right?" You check, raising your eyebrows.

He chuckles, nodding. "I know. It's just... we might not have time to get some when they're ready."

"We might not have time to go to the store just around the corner and buy baby food?" You clarify what it is he's saying. "So you're making puree, like, 9 months early?"

Spencer laughs, shaking his head. "It is a bit early."

"It's sweet." You assure him. There's no one more prepared to be a dad than Spencer, and this just proves it further. "And I love you. I'm just not sure this is a four-in-the-morning job, three months before the baby is born."

He leans down and kisses your forehead. "You're right." He agrees. "I'll clean it tomorrow, let's go to bed."

[redbleedingrose]

This idea popped into my head while making my coffee this morning. How do the batboys like their coffee? Do they like the specialty drinks or just a good cup of coffee?

I could honestly go both ways. Like some morning I just want a cup of coffee with some cream and sugar but some days I want a specialty drink that will give you a cavity by just looking at it lol

OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE THIS!!!

Coffee/Latte Orders of the Bat Boys and Vanserra Bros

Rhysand

I think it depends on the day but Rhys gives me Cold Brew vibes. He needs the espresso for sure with all his high lord activities! But he absolutely adds oat milk to it, because he does not want plain black coffee.

I don't think he likes the actual flavor of the cold brew, he def drinks it in the morning because he needs it to function, but later he would drink homemade caramel cappuccino.

And I think he wakes before you, so he will make you a cappuccino as well. He always sits himself at the edge of the bed, watching you sleep peacefully for a couple of minutes while sipping on his cappuccino, thinking about all the things he is grateful for, before leaning down to brush your hair out of your face and pepper kisses all over your face.

Once you wake up, and you give him his "proper kiss," he will leave you to continue his work, your piping cappuccino set on your beside table for when you're ready to start your day.

Cassian

Cass does not give me a cuppa joe kinda male. He likes his water and fruit juices and smoothies.

He drinks water throughout the day, especially because of the amount of training he does. He has one of those huge water bottles that has all the water he is supposed to drink in a day, and he carries it around religiously.

He def gets one for you and will check in on you throughout the day and remind you to drink your water, especially if you are behind on your water intake. He is the kind of male to make it into a contest between you two, just to make sure your competitive ass gets enough water.

He also appreciates putting strawberries, lemons, cucumbers, pineapples in his water so that the fruit can infuse its vitamins into the water.

And the smoothies are his morning meal. He adds protein powder, fruits, and greens into these and he loves them. He feels super refreshed by them, and will try to convince you (and his brothers) to give them a try, and they turn out to be pretty good when he makes them. If you attempt to make them, they kinda taste like grass in water.

Azriel

Az screams black coffee. He drinks his coffee hot, plain and simple. He uses this dark roast blend that is very traditional to the Illyrian mountains. His mother used to drink coffee like that, and I think it would remind him of her, and thus, he drinks his coffee black. He is proud of it too, smh.

I think it helps him poop, poor male is chronically constipated from stress

When he meets you, he teases you for adding milk and sugar to your coffee, but once he gets a taste of your coffee, he may or may not sneak in a sip or two from your mug when you aren't looking.

You both like to start off your days sitting on the balcony, steaming cups in hand with Az's wing wrapped around you to keep you warm, and you watch the sunrise together.

It tends to be really quiet in the morning hour, and it is a special time for you and Az to kinda soak in the peace and allow for your mating bond to glow as the bright as sun.

Lucien

Luc is for sure an oat milk chai latte girly pop.

He also appreciates a matcha latte here and there. I think he likes the earthy flavor, so if he is not feeling chai (which is very rare), he will go for the matcha. If he is feeling extra spicy, he will drink it iced.

I think the spice of the chai latte really brings him back to all the good times in his childhood, when Eris would sneak little five year old Luc some caffeine through the chai.

I think if Luc were to drink coffee, it would be a caramel apple flavoring that comes around only during the fall seasons in Day Court.

I feel like Lucien would be the kind of male who wants to support small businesses, so he would go to different cafes throughout the court to try their chai lattes and would bring you home a fresh pastry and warm coffee. It's especially fun for him when you wake up early and join him.

Eris

Er's coffee order is interesting and complex, just like the male himself.

He likes to drink Autumn-spiced mocha lattes. It is an espresso with steamed goat milk, chocolate, cinnamon, and other spices. It actually is incredible, and he gets it every morning with a warm almond croissant for breakfast.

He likes his goat milk. I don't know why, but he does. Fucking sexy ass weirdo

Later in the day, he will have a honey cream latte which is an espresso with steamed goat milk and honey. His afternoon drink is not because he needs the energy, but I think he likes to have a warm drink in between lunch and dinner.

You usually join him in the office, warm latte in hand with your own drink, and you sit together on his green velvet couch, his free arm around your shoulders playing with strands of your hair as you discuss your day and plans for the night.

When you're done with your drinks, you will take his empty mug back to the kitchens, but not before he kisses you.... and attempts to bite your cheek off.

he loves your cheeks, what can I say?

Masterlist which severely needs updating

[cakerybakery]

Who wants a present?

-

Lucifer watched Adam in the kitchen for a while from the hotel hallway.

Adam was making himself a snack. It was fascinating to watch.

He knew life was hard on Earth. Adam talked about it sometimes in the group sessions. Sometimes there just wasn’t enough food to go around in those early days and he did what he could to keep Eve fed and the kids fed. The babies needed her milk and she needed food to make milk. Giving up some of his food was the easy choice to make.

Getting to heaven with all this food that wouldn’t be invented for thousands of years, it made him a little gluttonous. It didn’t help that the man was tall. He just naturally ate a lot.

Adam first made himself a peanut butter and honey sandwich, as he put the honey away he squeezed some directly into his mouth. As he ate his sandwich he made his real snack, a chicken quesadilla, with vegetables, a pack of chips, and a smoothie.

Lucifer mostly subsisted on coffee and spite. And on most days, just coffee.

Adam finished cooking and got down two plates. He cut the quesadilla into pieces and split them between the plates, did it again with the vegetables, then with the chips, he poured the blended smoothie into two glasses. He put everything on the kitchen island and pulled out two stools.

“Are you eating or not?”

Lucifer jumped, he hadn’t realized he had been spotted lurking in the shadows of the hallway.

Sheepishly he wandered in and took the spot next to Adam. He couldn’t remember the last time he really ate much of anything. Lilith used to cook when they were young. He could only do a few things himself. Mostly, they had servants to do the cooking. Lucifer didn’t need to eat and just sort of stopped after Lilith left.

He looked up at Adam and down at the plate. It was more than he normally ate when he did eat, much more. Lucifer picked at it, trying to be polite.

A hand was on his thigh and electricity burned its way up his spine into his brain where it bounced around as Adam spoke.

Lucifer found himself opening his mouth as Adam put a bite of food in it.

Chewing slowly Lucifer found it was good. Adam was a good cook. He swallowed.

“Try this now.” Adam smiled at him holding up a chip to be fed to him. Adam turned in his seat so the thumb on the hand on Lucifer’s thigh could rubbed in little shocking circles on Lucifer’s inner thigh.

Again, Lucifer opened his mouth and let Adam fed him.

Every bite was like that. Adam’s thumb rubbing circles, sometimes moving up and making Lucifer whimper, like a reward for eating another morsel.

By the time Lucifer’s plate was empty, he was a mess. Adam hadn’t touched him beyond that one thigh or his lips as food was placed on his tongue, but his knees were weak, his heart was pounding, his dick was straining to be freed.

Did Adam know what he was doing to him? He had to know. There’s no way he was keeping a straight face.

“How was that? Did you enjoy the meal?” Adam’s hand squeezed Lucifer thigh again.

Lucifer didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond.

“Good job eating it all.” That hand slid up and Lucifer breathed hard as his brain began to misfire and tingle pleasantly.

“I noticed you eat more when you’re happy. Did I make you happy?”

Lucifer moaned. He couldn’t quite grasp how to make his voice work.

“I think you deserve a reward for eating all your food, don’t you?” Adam leaned in and Lucifer closed his eyes. Fireworks and lightning competed in the brain and body as Adam’s lips moved against his. “Supper is in a few hours. If you eat all your food without help how about I join you for some dessert?”

Nodding furiously was all Lucifer was capable of anymore.

Adam’s strong hand squeezed his thigh again, so tantalizingly close, “it’s a date then.” The hand pulled away, Adam picked up his food and left Lucifer alone to melt and cool down by sipping on the fruit smoothie.

[yanderecrazysie]

Could you write something with yandere porco with a reader from paradis and he kidanapps her in liberio thanks

I hope this turned out alright, it felt blah

Title: Liberio Liebling

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, heavy spoilers

Summary: Why must he feel this way about an island devil?

The aftermath of the attack on Liberio had left all of the warriors feeling drained and broken. Most of the survivors had lost family and friends and all of them were feeling the loss of prodigy beast titan holder Zeke.

Porco was plagued with something different than the others. Sure, he felt the pain of loss and grief, but there was something else, something he couldn’t tell anyone else. There had been a moment where all of the other soldiers had faded away, leaving one particular soldier in his sights. 

You looked so beautiful with your hair blowing in the wind, suspended in midair with your maneuvering gear. You were ethereal to him, landing so gracefully on the rooftops, your boots barely making a sound. You looked gorgeous in all-black, but he wondered what you’d look like in civilian’s clothes. Like Levi, you wore the wings of freedom cape, which billowed behind you like angel’s wings.

Porco was sure his heart had stopped once he had spotted you for the first time. Even with Eren to fight, his eyes strayed, looking for you. When he was forced to break through the crystal with his teeth, his gaze locked on you.

Your gaze had been so pitying and sad, unable to look away from the terrible sight, even as Lara Tybur was turned into a human smoothie for the dreaded Attack Titan. You showed no hint of victoriousness, just a deep, deep sadness.

You were an island devil, a disgusting, horrible creature since birth. And, yet, despite all of Porco’s loyalty, he couldn’t help but dream about you every night.

His dreams varied, but all were romantic to a fault. Cuddling, dating, marriage, children… he wanted to deny that he wanted these things, but his dreams and daydreams betrayed him.

As awful as it was, he was in love with a devil.

—------------------------------------------------------

Porco waited patiently as the merchant took his money in exchange for a loaf of bread. Something was off- he could feel eyes boring through his back. He turned around suddenly and his eyes went wide as he spotted you.

Your eyes went just as wide and you quickly brought a newspaper to your face. He stared at you, taking in your presence. You wore nice clothing and an Eldian armband, obviously trying to fit in. If you had been any other soldier, he wouldn’t have recognized you.

You were an island devil. You were spying on him and his home. He should be furious, vengeful… but instead he was excited, his heart pounding with anticipation as he approached you.

Your heart pounded too, but for an entirely different reason. You could hear him approaching you in the nearly-empty street. You tried to keep your composure, reminding yourself of your mission. Gather intelligence after the brutal attack on Liberio.

The intensity of his gaze unnerved you, but the fact that his armband was red scared you more. He was probably a titan shifter! He could transform into one of those terrifying titans you had seen months ago and eat you right here and now!

You were supposed to blend in and go unnoticed- after all, you were a low-ranked soldier and no one worthy to note. Yet, here was a warrior, walking towards you with an expression you couldn’t identify.

He stopped in front of you, his low and rough voice asking, “Isn’t it a little late to be reading the news?”

You lowered the newspaper and forced a friendly smile, “Just catching up on current events!” Your voice was supposed to sound cheerful, but it wavered in the middle of your sentence.

He didn’t smile back and a shiver shot up your spine as you finally recognized him from the many pictures you had been shown back in Paradis. This was Porco Galliard, the current holder of the Jaw Titan.

His eyes raked over you almost hungrily, taking in every detail. “You seem familiar,” he said softly, taking a step closer to where you sat on the bench, “Have we met before?”

You tried to think quickly, “Oh, I don’t think so. I just moved here recently.”

Porco’s eyes narrowed, “What’s your name?”

“(Y/n),” the name slipped out of your mouth before you could even think of lying.

“(Y/n),” he repeated, as though he were testing the sound of it on his tongue, “Nice to meet you, I’m Porco.”

He didn’t sound accusatory or angry, so you figured he hadn’t figured out who you were yet. You had to get away before he grew too suspicious, “Nice to meet you too. I should really get going. It’s getting dark.”

Porco’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist firmly, “I think we should talk.”

Your heart stopped, “About what?”

He glanced around the empty square and his voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re from the island, aren’t you?”

You tried to pull your wrist free but his grip tightened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hazel eyes softened, but his grip remained firm, “Don’t lie, I recognized you from the battle. You were there.”

Panic surged through you- your cover was completely blown and you were screwed, “Please, let me go.”

He shook his head slowly, a strange smile curling his lips, “No can do. You’re coming with me.”

He was on you in a flash, covering your mouth and pulling you down a side alley. The sky had darkened and no one was around. He was toned with the strength of a warrior and, despite you being stronger than the average girl, you were still at his mercy.

“Cooperate,” he grunted as you slammed your elbow into his chest, “Or I’ll turn you in as an island devil.”

You went limp in his hold, frustrated and helpless tears leaping to your eyes. This man could transform into a titan and swallow you whole or turn you in and let you be tortured for information, yet he didn’t seem to want to do either, so you reluctantly let him drag you down the streets. He led you to a small house and dragged you inside. It was empty, except for the two of you. 

He released your wrist and you turned on him, asking, “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

Porco didn’t answer, instead moving to a nearby table and picking up the loaf of bread he had bought earlier. He tore it in half and offered it to you. “Eat, you’re probably hungry.”

You stared at him, “You just kidnapped me and you think I’m going to eat?”

He sighed and set the bread down on the table, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to understand.”

“Understand what?” you snorted, “Why I’m here? It’s because I’m a soldier. I’m on a mission.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he said, voice soft, “I need to know why I can’t get you out of my head.”

You blinked in surprise, then asked, “Are you going to let me go or turn me in?”

Porco looked up, a haunted expression on his face, “I really should turn you in, but I can’t.”

Curiosity flooded your mind, “Why not? I don’t understand.”

“I think…” Porco swallowed hard and looked away bashfully, “I think that I love you.”

You made a move for the door and he grabbed your wrist again. When he turned his face back to you, it was serious and hardened. A shudder ran down your spine.

“You’re not leaving. Not under my watch.”