#boy wants my cake so badly

[sucktacular]

In case you needed to see a large gentle beast do very soft high fives for crumbles of cake.

[cloudybarnes]

new beginnings

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist

part two :)

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“(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of bed at some point.” Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest. 

“‘Mione, I seriously can’t do this yet.”

Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. You’d been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been. 

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but you have to get up. I can’t let you live the rest of your life in bed! Don’t you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?” Hermione joked. 

A small smile grew on your lips. “Yeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.”

Hermione laughed. “There she is! I’ve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think they’re worried about you.” 

You groaned. “Nooo. I hate when people worry about me. It’s just so awkward when I have to be like ‘I’m fine’, ‘no really, I’m fine’.”

Hermione shrugged. “Well, are you?”

You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. “Definitely not, but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just don’t think I can handle seeing him right now.”

Hermione looked at you sadly. “I know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. He’s quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a rat’s tail, or a snake tongue.”

You giggled and sat up in bed. “Or how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.” 

Hermione laughed at that. “Oh, Godric, then we’d have another Draco running around. I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Me either,” you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. “I just hate him. Well, no, I don’t hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.”

Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really don’t know what.”

You shrugged, “yeah, it is what it is. It’s not your fault he’s an ass.”

She chuckled. “So, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? I’m sure the guys would like to see you again.” 

You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, you’d ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo. 

But were you really ready to see him again? You didn’t think you would ever be ready to see him again. 

“You know what,” you stated, “I am gonna go to dinner tonight. And I’m gonna ignore him and see my friends who I’ve missed and ignore the hell out of him because he’s an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?”

“Woohoo!” Hermione cheered. “You’re amazing, let’s get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if you’re gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.” 

You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. “Yeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.” 

You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed. 

She said, “I’m gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldn’t be too late to dinner that way.”

You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped. 

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“(Y/N)!” Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug. 

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didn’t let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you. 

Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. “Oh, we’ve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). We’ve all been so worried about you, haven’t we?”

Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny. 

“Yeah, what an ass,” Ron scoffed. “Honestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, (Y/N/N).”

“Yeah,” Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Theodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and he’s gonna regret what he’s done.”

You smiled at them. “Yeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.”

They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food. 

“Ahem,” a throat cleared from behind you. 

Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly. 

“Uh,” he stuttered, “hey, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” you said. “Uh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.

Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. You’d never hung out one on one, so you couldn’t really say he was your friend. 

“I-no I don’t need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, that’s alright.” 

You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued. 

“I don’t really want to talk to Theo, if that’s what this is.”

Enzo shook his head. “No! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me, this was silly, I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Enzo,” you cut off his rambling. “I’ll speak with you.” You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door. 

Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you. 

“Am I supposed to say something first?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, sorry,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzo’s cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him. 

You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you weren’t exactly keen on losing his friendship. 

“I mean,” he continued, “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of my poetry, you’re the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because I’m friends with Theo as well.”

Your heart melted. “Enzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.”

Enzo smiled in relief. “Oh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how it’s actually going.”

You giggled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.”

Enzo smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. I don’t know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. You’re so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.”

You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person. 

Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you. 

“Oi!”

Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo. 

“What the fuck, mate?” Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo. 

“Woah!” You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzo’s face.  “Theo, what are you doing?”

He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?”

“What?” Enzo squeaked. “I’m not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.”

You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didn’t see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps. 

“Get the hell away from him,” you growled. “And what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?” 

You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriend’s chest accusingly. 

“First,” you said, “you break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when you’re the asshole who broke up with me!”

You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. “I am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. You’re the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.” 

“(Y/N),” he softly said. “I… I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if it’s one of my friends.” 

He turned to talk to Enzo, “I’m sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?” 

Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall. 

You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo. 

He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didn’t have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained. 

“You don’t look so good,” you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Theo frowned and softly said, “neither do you.”

Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didn’t need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup. 

You sighed, “what are you doing, Theo?”

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I, uh, I’m not really sure. I just didn’t like seeing you with Enzo.”

“Why? You broke up with me.”

Theo huffed, “I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like I’m supposed to be there. Like I’m supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.”

You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. “Don’t say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.”

“I’m sorry,” he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I’ve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?”

Your lips pulled tight. “Theo, I can’t just get back with you like this.” You said. “I don’t trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so who’s to say it won’t happen right after we get back together?”

He shook his head. “Dolcezza, no. I won’t do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.”

“Well, what if we try being friends at least?” He suggested. 

“You wanna be my friend?”

“No,” he said immediately. “But I’ll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.” 

Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

“Okay,” you decided, “I’ll give you a chance to be my friend. Don’t hurt me again, Theodore, or I’ll get Ginny on you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.” 

[jeankluv]

loml - Gojo Satoru

summary: You read the letter that Satoru left behind, his last words to you, with all the love he had.

tags: heavy angst, character death, no happy ending, canon universe, manga spoilers (I guess)

note: sorry… but I got emotional with Gojo writing letters for his students and this came to me. Sorry again 🩶

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

You are the love of my life

That’s what Satoru would say on a spring day when you were 20.

You are the love of my life

He would say whenever he kissed you before sleeping.

You are the love of my life 

He would whisper while embracing you, after a long day of missions.

You are the love of my life 

He would say whenever he had the opportunity, it didn't matter if it was just the two of you or in front of the whole world.

You are the love of my life

He said before leaving you to fight Sukuna on that cold Christmas Eve.

To the loml

That was the first thing your eyes saw on the letter that Shoko handed you. The loml You read again. And again.

You smiled a bit, “loml” why not write love of my life instead?

Your hands were cold, you blamed the cold winter, but the reality was that you were frozen staring at that envelope, your hands unable to tear the paper to read what was inside. Your chest hurt, the cold air stabbed your lungs like daggers, and you could barely breathe.

You made a small opening with your nails and pulled out the paper, which was neatly folded. With your eyes already stinging, you unfolded it.

“To the love of my life,

I don’t know how to start this, I don’t even know how to put down everything I want to tell you. But god, I pray you never have to read this silly and embarrassing letter.

But if you do… I’m sorry, I didn’t get to keep my promise, I’m really sorry.

You crying? Please don’t do it, you look beautiful too when you cry, but thinking about how much pain I’m probably causing you breaks my heart.

I will try to make you smile with this letter, is that alright? I hope you said yes. 

Remember when we met? It was the first day of our first year, you looked so beautiful, your red cheeks and shy smile. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I think that what I fell for you right after seeing you was love, light. You were mesmerizing. 

You still are.

Now, you remember how Suguru used to look like a complete emo boy during that time, with all his hair down and everything? You know, I used to be so jealous when you were combing his hair. I wanted to be him so badly, but my hair was too short. Thank god he learned how to do it himself.

But honestly, I told him to, he was getting on my nerves.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you read that, you knew that at some point Satoru felt a bit jealous of Suguru, because you used to spend more time together. 

But the truth is that Suguru was always trying to help you with Satoru, he was his best friend and he knew him better than anyone. You regret never telling Satoru about that, about the fact you were both crushing each other since the very beginning. 

Looking up to the sky you tried to make your tears disappear, but they didn’t. You sniffed your nose and kept on reading the letters that were already covered with tears from your eyes.

“Remember when I took Tsumiki and Megumi in? We had been dating for what? 4 months? Your face was a poem when I showed up at your apartment with two kids and presented them to you. 

You were an excellent mother to them, they loved you so much. 

I remember the birthdays, how we would prepare their cakes or in Christmas, how we used to sneak out of bed to leave the presents for them. I would always thought; oh god, I want to marry her. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. Have a family with her.

But you know, reality always hit me the second after. What our jobs are, the risks, everything… And I always wondered. Do I want to put you through that? What if I leave one day? I didn’t  want my children to grow up without their father or mother. 

I hated it, but I loved it. I loved fighting curses and strong opponents but I hated not knowing what it was to have a normal life, a normal relationship. 

I know you used to hate how I used to spy on you whenever you had a solo mission, but every time you went on a solo mission I was scared, terrified. I was afraid that the phone would ring and Shoko would tell me that you were no longer there. It scared me so much.

But now the one who must have been truly scared was you… I just hope you didn’t see the fight, but I know how stubborn you are and you were probably there, without blinking. I’m sorry I made you suffer, I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry you’re crying for me. 

I’ll say it again, I hope you never read this letter, because it was never necessary… 

In the end I didn’t make you laugh with the letter, right? 

Forgive me, sweetheart. 

I love you, more than anything in this life. You are and always will be the love of my life. But if I leave and I’m not with you anymore, please, don’t close yourself off, don’t isolate yourself.

Live, be happy, smile, because that smile of yours is the warmest thing in this world.

Light up everyone else's world, just like you did with mine when we were 15 and you gave me that smile at our first meeting.

I love you forever 

— The love of your life, Satoru.”

A sob escaped your lips and you pressed the letter to your chest. Your face was completely soaked by your tears and your breathing was ragged, you could barely breathe. 

“Why Satoru? Why you?” You said between sobs.

You wanted that life he was talking about, you wanted to have him with you again, why couldn't it be like that?

He was gone and you were there, holding a piece of paper he left behind, with his last words, his last thoughts. 

You didn’t want to let it go, you couldn’t. If you let him go… You would start to forget things, moments you lived, his smell, his laugh, his voice, his look, you couldn't let him go. You couldn't let go of the love of your life. You didn't want to.

The minutes started to pass and the sun, which was once shining on the sky, was now gone. 

Your name was called. “You have to enter or you will catch a cold…”

“Just a bit more…” You said and you heard the sigh. 

“C’mon.” You felt how they took your arm and pulled you in. “You need to take your medicine, remember?” You nodded. “That letter is really special to you, right? You always read it.” 

“Yeah…” You whispered. 

“From someone special in your life?” 

Yeah… from someone you already could only remember from pictures, from someone whose voice was a distant memory, from someone whose smell was long gone, whose laugh wasn’t around anymore. 

And it hadn’t been around for the last 60 years… 

“Yeah… from the love of my life…” You paused. “The loss of my life...” You whispered. 

The room felt silent for an instant. “Your son and grandkids are here…” The nurse whispered.

And a faint smile appeared on your face as you looked at the door. “Hi my sweet babies…” The kids ran towards you and jumped to your bed.

“Granny! Could you tell us the stories about you and your friends fighting those monsters?”

“Again?” You smiled.

“Yeah, please!” 

“Alright, alright…” You chuckled. “So long time ago…” 

[talekinesis]

Random Gravity Falls Headcanons

Stan

This guy smokes to help deal with the stress of everything. He picked up the habit after he was kicked out by his father and hasn't quit since. He used to be a chainsmoker but after getting to look after the kids for the summer, he drastically cut back and is actually thinking of quitting altogether because he wants to be around long enough to watch Mabel and Dipper grow up

Actually a pretty decent cook, it's just baking he sucks at. With cooking you can sort of eyeball the ingredients and add more or less depending on your own personal taste, but with how strict baking is with its ingredients, he never really picked it up. He's only baked a cake twice in his life, once for his mom when he was a kid, with the help of Ford, and once for the kids' birthday (it was lopsided and runny and they decided to just go out for pancakes instead)

He can play the guitar really well. He had to teach himself how to play when he was young and homeless, playing for tips. He still has his original guitar and occasionally, on a good day, will get it out and play it. He played it once for Mabel, who, for once in her life, actually sat still and listened

Part of his daily routine is kicking gnomes out of the trash because they keep trying to eat leftovers. He just bats them off with a broom like they're raccoons

He grew up a huge mama's boy since she was the only supportive parent he had. After he got kicked out of the house, he called her from a pay phone a couple times to ask to come back home and to wish her a happy birthday. To this day he still makes it a point to get a cupcake on her birthday since he can't celebrate it with her, and sometimes he'll tell the kids stories about her, like how she would have loved Mabel since Mabel has all these different unique sweaters, and his ma used to collect different, big, unique earrings

Stan coaches Mabel in boxing, and actually helped her discover a passion for it, he attends all of her matches. He even taught her a couple illegal moves that she can't use in the ring but can use in real self defense

Even in his early 60s, he still thinks it's funny to bother Ford as if they were still kids. He'll randomly snatch his glasses off his face (forgetting that he also wears glasses and Ford can retaliate), he'll just start copying Ford and repeat what he says, he once even dressed up as Ford, but it didn't last very long because Ford wears a much smaller size of pants, and Stan has a bit of a gut on him. He changed after about five or ten minutes.

He's a die-hard fan of Chappell Roan

He's actually the more responsible of the Stan-Twins. He breaks laws sure, but he always makes sure everyone is fed and safe. He's like this close 🤏 to putting Ford and Mabel on leashes when they go out because they have a tendency to run off

"I'd like to make an announcement to the store, I lost someone." "Oh, did your kid run off?" "My 60 year old brother, yeah. No he doesn't have a cellphone."

Has a biological kid out there somewhere but the mom cut him off. I just think the scene where he said, "Scary movies are great, the girl cuddles up next to ya... next thing you know you gotta raise a kid.. And your life falls apart.." sounded too much like he was speaking from experience and not as a hypothetical. He wants so badly to be a dad though and regrets not keeping contact. (let me know if I should make an oc for this :] )

Ford

He can't eat doritos or any triangle shaped chip because one time Bill hid inside a chip bag just to startle him

It took him a while to adjust to this dimension's laws of physics. He was frustrated for a while that he couldn't just leave his coffee floating in the air. He broke three mugs and one of them was Stan's.

Despises pickles as if he held a personal grudge against them. He hates them an irrational amount, and even gets irritated with Stan for just having them in the house. He acts like a child about it too, arms crossed and everything. "Here, Poindexter, you want me to take the pickles off your sandwich? Like a child?" "Don't bother, the meal's ruined >:( "

He gets sucked into those soap operas that Stan watches, and will sometimes watch from the doorway or over his shoulder. He won't admit it, but Stan knows.

He lights his face on fire because he saw someone else do it in a different dimension where that was normal

Unlike Stan, he's actually amazing at baking (he likes to follow precise measurements and instructions) But sucks at cooking. Caught a pot of water on fire.

When he first discovered the shape shifter, he kept it as a pet because he found it cute, but ended up letting it go when he found out it had a human-like sentience and could speak. But for a while he raised it the same way Mabel raises Waddles, putting it in little shirts, hats, and just absolutely adoring it

Used to play 'Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons' with a group in college as the DM, and it was the first time he actually had a friend group. The other players loved the way he set things up

Doesn't like alchohol. At least from this dimension, he got used to alternate dimension alchohols that tasted way better, so when he came back to Earth everything tasted way too strong and almost like dirt to him so he just quit

Used to know a little banjo since Fiddleford taught him but forgot it while in other dimensions

Used to babysit Tate on occasion and sucked at it

He also used to babysit Shermie and *also* sucked at it. He'd have to pass him off to Stan if he got fussy or started crying since only Stan and their mom could calm him down

• Used to play David Bowie in his lab and would occasionally lip sync or dance to it. Even when traveling dimensions, he'd introduce David Bowie music to the people, creatures, and beings he met, until he lost the cassette tape and was devastated

Mabel

Allergic to chocolate and makes up for it by eating way too much of other candies. She still tries to eat it though because "Maybe I'm not allergic anymore," but Dipper has to stop her. Stan even makes it a point not to keep chocolate in the Shack when they visit because he knows Mabel is a heathen with little self preservation. It's not epi-pen bad, but it will burn and itch her throat and get her coughing (Ford will use chocolate substitutes when baking for her and Dipper)

She likes to tell people that she and Dipper were originally two of three, and that she ate their triplet in the womb to become stronger. This is not true.

She wants to be a big sister really bad and sometimes that comes out onto Dipper despite him only being 5 minutes younger, much to his dismay and protest

She found a passion for boxing after Stan taught her how, and even asked her parents to let her start doing it as a sport, which she got really into. Coincidentally, after she picked up boxing, Gideon suddenly left her alone completely. Future Headcanon: She grows up to box professionally and one day even faces Grenda in the ring, but there's obviously a mutual respect between them. They agreed ahead of time that if they ever had to face each other, neither of them would hold back and it would be a fair match. Even after there's a winner, they meet up afterward and go out for dinner with Candy, who posts their matches to social media. Waddles is her mascot.

Mabel makes even more friends when she returns home from Gravity Falls because she takes Waddles for walks on a leash and it's a pretty good conversation starter

She is convinced that if she eats all the ingredients for a cake, she'll have successfully made a cake in her stomach. Once again, Dipper has to physically stop her from doing this. Ford does too, the first time he heard her say this (through a mouthful of flour) he went, "That certainly is an interesting theory, Mabel, but no-"

Dipper

Let's get it out of the way, I really like the 'Trans Dipper' headcanon. It just fits really well and I, as a trans person, can relate to him a lot

I think he knows how to dance a little because his mom taught him and used to take him to 'Mother-Son' events

He secretly keeps a tally of how many times Mabel rolls herself out of bed because it always wakes him up but he also kind of thinks it's funny because she just sleeps through it. Even if they don't share rooms back at home, he can always here the distance "thunk" of his sister hitting the floor. The tally isn't a sheet of paper, it's a small notebook with multiple pages filled in

He sometimes gets the courage to try and roughhouse with Stan, who is always on board but purposely takes it easy on the kid because he's like "baby bird" fragile

Dipper was the one to break the news to his Grandpa Shermie that Stanley was still alive and Stanford was actually missing for 30 years with Stan taking his place, almost giving the poor man a heart attack. (Shermie ended up booking a flight to Gravity Falls to yell at his brothers in person because that's not a conversation you can have over the phone)

Dipper was the one to introduce Stan to Chappell Roan by accident, but now they listen to her if they're in the car together

his DD&MD character is a female orc fighter named Yotula and he got very excited to info-dump about her to Ford (who was equally as excited to listen)

Has an odd addiction to chocolate milk. He makes a glass of chocolate milk at least once a day. Twice if it's been a rough day. He actually gets a little upset if he misses his daily cup of chocolate milk, its just routine. Stan one time made an offhand joke that since Mabel's allergic, Dipper has to consume twice as much for the both of them, but Mabel took that seriously and now to her its just the truth.

[togrowoldinv]

Timeless

Milf!Wanda x Female Reader

After you meet Wanda’s boys for the first time, she finally takes that next relationship step with you

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (W receiving), thigh riding, slight mommy kink, Wanda and R’s first time

Note: I just think that milf Wanda… enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When you first met Wanda, you knew something shifted. You weren’t usually one to go to parties, but your friend Natasha had convinced you to come.

All it took was one glance at Wanda from across the crowded room and you knew she was someone special.

You got up the courage to speak to her, and the two of you talked for hours. Even with the loudness of the crowd, it felt like no one else was there.

She told you about her sons. You listened intently as she recalled a story about the boys tricking her into letting them have cake batter for dinner. Wanda giggled as she spoke about the twins. You couldn’t wait to learn more about the woman.

So, when Wanda asked for your number, you gave it to her happily. You’ve been on three dates since then. Tonight, Wanda is introducing you to her sons.

You swallow your nerves and knock on her front door.

“Y/n! Come on in,” Wanda says, opening the door further.

“These are for you,” you say. You hand her the bouquet of flowers and she kisses your cheek in thanks.

“The boys are upstairs playing,” Wanda remarks. “They’re excited.”

You follow her further into the house and watch as she flawlessly cooks dinner and puts the flowers in a vase simultaneously.

“I’m excited too. And nervous,” you admit.

“Oh, don’t be nervous, baby. I promise I am doing this because I know they’ll like you. Me and my boys are a package deal, you know?”

You nod in understanding. You want this to go well so badly that you are practically bursting with anticipation.

Wanda starts some small talk as you recount how your respective days went. When dinner is ready, she calls for the twins.

“Billy! Tommy! Dinner!” She calls up the stairs. “They got some new video game, and I can’t drag them away from it.”

Before you can reply, the boys come running down the stairs.

“What did I say about running?” Wanda scolds them lightly.

“Sorry, sorry,” they reply.

“That’s alright,” she says. Then turns to you. “Boys, I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Mommy’s friend y/n.”

“Hello Ms. y/n,” one of the boys greets you. “I’m Tommy.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. And that makes you Billy,” you greet the other boy. “You look so much like Wanda.”

“Is that a good thing?” He asks, his eyebrow sweetly raised in question.

“It’s a great thing,” you say, shooting Wanda a smile. Her cheeks tinge a light pink.

Wanda shuffles all of you into the kitchen. She made spaghetti, one of the things she knew the boys would eat, and it smells delicious.

The family enjoys light conversation, and you add comments randomly. Everything seems to be going really well. There is lull in the conversation, so you decide to make an effort to learn more about the boys.

“So, your mom tells me y’all have a new video game,” you say. The boys’ attention turns to you. “What game is it?”

“The new Mario one,” Billy says.

“Yeah, it’s so fun!” Tommy adds.

“That’s so cool! I used to play Mario when I was a kid,” you reply.

“We can show you after dinner,” Tommy says.

“Now, Tommy our guest may not want to play Mario,” Wanda jumps in. “Plus, it’ll be your bedtime.”

“But- can we play just 30 minutes?” Billy asks. He pouts. “Mom please!”

“Yeah, please Mom!” Tommy adds.

Wanda looks to you.

“I’m with them. Please Mom may we play?” You ask. Wanda can’t ignore the way it makes her core ache when you called her mom.

“Fine. 30 minutes and then bedtime,” Wanda relents.

A chorus of thank yous comes from the other three of you. Wanda shakes her head affectionately.

The boys run off to get the game set up and you help Wanda clean up dinner.

“You know I’m beginning to think I’m going to be teamed up against very often,” Wanda says, handing you a dish to put in the sink.

“Sometimes I’ll be team Wanda,” you say. You kiss her cheek. “Hey, did you see how happy they got when I said I’d play?”

Your beaming smile makes Wanda lean in and kiss your lips. You kiss her back.

“I told you they’d love you,” Wanda says.

“I’m happy,” you say.

“Me too, dorogoy.”

You and Wanda scale the stairs to meet the boys upstairs in the bonus room. Tommy is already playing and Billy hands you a remote. They are surprised by your skills at the game, especially Wanda.

You try to impress her with every move you make. It works. Wanda is completely enamored by you. Especially when you take the time to show them both how to pass a hard level.

Bedtime comes too soon. You stay in the room as Wanda escorts the boys to the bathroom to brush their teeth. She stops back by the door on the way to their bedroom.

“They’re requesting you help tuck them in,” Wanda says.

“Is that okay?” You ask her.

“Of course,” she says.

You walk with Wanda to the bedroom and keep your distance, but you still say goodnight to the boys. You hear them ask if you’ll be there in the morning. Wanda says you just might be. With that, you turn off the light and Wanda closes the door behind you.

“Can you stay a little while?” Wanda asks a little shyly.

“I can stay as long as you’d like.”

Wanda smiles when you take her hand. You two go back downstairs. She pours you both a glass of wine. You settle on the couch together. Wanda is practically in your lap as she snuggles close.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Wanda says. When you throw her a confused glance, she continues. “They haven’t had someone interact with them like that in years. Their dad, he was much more into playing the games and all of that. Since he passed, they haven’t had as much fun as they did tonight.”

“Oh, yeah of course. I want to get to know them. They are your whole heart and that’s what I want to love and protect,” you explain.

“They are my whole heart,” Wanda agrees. You place a hand on her thigh. She feels butterflies in her stomach. “But I think I have plenty of heart to go around.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “Enough for me?”

“More than enough for you.” Wanda grins. “Do you want to go to my bedroom?”

“Wanda, are you sure?” You ask her. This hasn’t happened yet. You’ve been respectful of her boundaries, knowing that she hasn’t been in this situation in years.

“I’m ready,” she says. “If you want to, that is. I understand if-”

You cut her off with a kiss. One with more passion than you’ve ever shared before. You take the wine glass out of her hand and place it on the coffee table. As you keep kissing her, Wanda stands up and pulls you into her bedroom.

You reach your hands under her shirt hem and wait for her permission. She nods. You slip the fabric over her head to reveal a perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful Wanda,” you tell her. You reconnect your lips with hers. Her hands wander over your body as she slips your shirt off as well.

You reach behind her to unhook her bra, but you stop and once again wait for permission.

“Yes,” Wanda says. “Yes to everything. Just do it.”

Her eyes are hungry. You’ve only dreamt of this moment, so feeling her right now is absolutely unreal.

You take her nipples in your mouth and suck. Wanda gasps and holds your head in place. She hasn’t felt like this before. One hand plays with the other nipple while the other unbuttons Wanda’s jeans.

You slip your hand down the front of them, and she groans. Her wetness seeps through her panties as you brush your fingers over her.

“That feels so good,” Wanda mumbles. You grin and pull away from her breasts.

You take her pants the rest of the way off and pull her panties down to join them. Wanda moves to lie back on the bed. Taking off your own pants, you watch as her perfect legs spread for you.

“My god, you’re stunning,” you tell her.

“Me? Look at you,” Wanda says. Her eyes rake over every inch of your body.

You straddle her waist and kiss her again. This time your breasts brush against hers and she grinds against your leg that’s slotted between hers.

“May I?” You ask, moving to lay between her legs.

“I already told you yes to everything,” Wanda says. The sass dripping within it makes the wetness between your own legs increase.

“Fuck me,” you mumble.

“I plan on it,” she replies.

You dive into her core. You lick her pussy, and she shivers. Her hand comes to your hair as she keeps you against her.

“Oh, right there,” Wanda groans. “Fuck.”

It doesn’t take much longer before Wanda falls apart at your touch. You work her down from her high. You lick her clean and she pulls you up for a kiss.

She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. Her noises make you try to relieve the ache between your legs. You rub against her thigh.

“Do you need to come, baby?” Wanda asks, her voice dripping with lust. She pulls you closer so that your folds align with hers. “We’ll do it together. Okay? Can you come with mommy?”

Her eyes go wide at her own words, but when you close your eyes in pleasure and move your hips faster, she grins.

“Fuck mommy, please,” you say.

“Come on, baby,” Wanda says.

Your movements become erratic. Wanda’s do too. The two of you come together, shouting each other’s names. When your movements stop, you two kiss and Wanda rests her head on your shoulder. You continue to straddle her lap.

“That was amazing,” she mumbles against you.

“So worth the wait,” you say.

“Thank you,” Wanda says. “For waiting. And for taking a chance on me.”  

“It was meant to be, Wands. In another life, you still would’ve turned my head.”

The woman pulls her head away from your shoulder and you kiss her properly. You spend the rest of the night holding each other close and discussing your future.

You wake up to the sound of little feet running around the floor. Wanda grins at you in the morning light.

You were always supposed to find this. Your relationship with Wanda and her boys is timeless.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Parkers, Pots & Periods 

Summary: Reader is Peter’s sister and is going on a field trip to stark industries, the catch? She’s on her period and has POTS… things go badly and Wanda and Nat step in to take care of you. 

Words: 2324

TW: Periods, Pain, nausea (no puking), POTS, Cramps, Bullying, fainting, name calling, Flash (that’s its own warning), Flashes “nicknames” for peter, field trip trope. 

A/n Hi guys I’m alive! Sorry for disappearing (kinda). My life is chaos incarnate. I accidently got stabbed in the thigh yesterday.  But I stuck an avengers Band-Aid on it and I was fine :D

Somehow the universe decided to screw your over three times today. The first, you had POTS, whilst not a new condition it did make the next two things worse. Second you had a trip to stark towers which meant a lot of standing on a tour and being around your class and knowing the avengers would be lurking nearby. And third, the real icing on the cake … you were on your period as if you had blood to lose as someone with POTS and a low blood volume to start with. 

So that was how you were doing today as you arrived at school. Sure, you had graduated about three years ago but there had been talks that someone had found out Peter’s identity and was planning something, which was how you ended up undercover to be a glorified bodyguard for peter… well a glorified babysitter with homework.  You had been chosen by the team as you were the second youngest next to Peter and as a lesser-known member of the team who was young, you could pass as a high school student without raising suspicions. ‘Yay me.’ You thought sarcastically. Leaving high school was amazing and having to go back to babysit your little brother… not so much. 

You skipped training this morning as you were already feeling quite awful due to your period and your POTS which was always made worse when it was shark week. 

As you arrived at school with Peter, happy dropped you both at the block around the corner and you shouldered your old school backpack and sighed. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You grumbled and peter nodded. Neither of you feeling particularly excited to go on a trip through your own house with classmates who hated you. 

Peter was just as unhappy; flash had been giving him shit all week for his internship and wanted desperately to prove the Parker boy a liar today. When you had found out about the bullying you almost intervened before Peter had a talk with you. He reminded you of what uncle ben had said to you both before he died, and your eyes glossed over as you made the decision to respect his wishes and promise to your late uncle. 

As your shoes slapped the pavement with exaggerated steps and dragging movements, a grin itched your face when Ned began waving to you from across the quad. MJ looked up and gave a single half handed wave cross salute before going back to her sketchbook, her legs kicked up on the picnic table. 

You liked MJ and Ned. They had welcomed you to their group and they knew that you had already graduated but agreed to stay quiet if it meant keeping peter safe. They both knew you and your brothers’ real identities. As the second spider that protected the city aside from your brother and Natasha you had decided to keep your identity quiet until Peter graduated, knowing he would have just as many issues with the press if you were unmasked before he graduated compared to him being unmasked. 

You threw your backpack down and threw your head into your arms, letting out an exaggerated groan. 

“You feelin’ alright bonehead?” MJ said looking up from her sketch. 

You simply grunted before turning your head, still resting on your arms to look at her through a furrowed brow. 

“Shark week.” Was all you said, and MJ nodded before turning to her bag and digging around before fishing out a chocolate bar she threw at your head. Your spider sense kicked in and your hand flew up and caught it. 

“Thanks MJ.” You grunted. 

“Anytime Parker.” She said going back to her sketchbook. You leaned over to glance at the page and snorted. MJ simply suppressed a grin and kept working on the detailed drawing of Flash trapped in a display case at stark towers with a placard that read “Bullied Peter Stark, glass tapping encouraged.” With a drawing of Tony leaning on the display case eating a banana with Nat handing out tomatoes to the rest of the team to throw at flash. Leave it to MJ to make this trip better. 

You thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But curse your Parker luck because that was the moment flash began to storm over. MJ quickly shut her sketchbook as flash stood over Peter.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t penis Parker. I wasn’t expecting you to show up today. With your big lie going public today I thought you would be too much of a wuss to show up. Prepare to be publicly humiliated Parker. Today is the day your life is torn to shreds.” He said.

“Like the lie about you having a brain flash ‘cuz I think everyone knows that’s fake.” MJ said flicking a few pencil shavings at him. She glared at him, and he glared back before huffing. 

“Whatever idiots. I’ll see you on the bus. Parker don’t forget I would hate for you to miss your public execution.” He spat and headed off to wherever it was Flash lurked between tormenting Peter.

“Petey…” you began. 

“No y/n I’m handling it.” He said shutting you down. 

“Alright. Alright. I’ll leave it alone.” You said while silently wishing a piano to miraculously fall on flash. You desperately wanted to help but you also wanted to respect Peter’s decision especially as you knew his reason was fuelled by a very personal experience that had changed both of you tremendously. 

As the last class before the field trip ended you felt like death warmed over. Your head hurt and your period was only making your POTS worse. As you stood from your chair, you had to hold onto the table as your vision went fuzzy for a second. When your sight cleared Peter shot you a pointed look which you shrugged off and headed for the bus. 

If there was one thing you didn’t miss from high school it was field trips, twenty sweaty teenagers in a bus for who knows how long, most likely with no air conditioning which would only contribute to you feeling worse.  None of that was appealing to you in the slightest. 

As you all filed onto the bus you groaned when you sat down, putting your head in your hands, and taking deep breaths. The cramps had been getting worse all day and they were toeing the line of unbearable. 

MJ sat next to you and kept a close eye on your movements or lack thereof. 

As the bus lurched with the traffic you suppressed any of the wounded animal noises that were trying to escape you.

After what seemed like a torturously long bus trip you felt the bus slow to a stop. Looking outside the logo of stark towers was the first thing your eyes fixed on. 

As everyone filed off the bus you swayed slightly trying to fight off the dizzy lightheaded mess along with the cramping. Life really wasn’t being kind to you. 

With a hand resting around your stomach, you watched Peter sidestep flashes foot and walk inside. 

The building was cool when you entered which made you feel a tiny bit better but still largely awful. 

As the tour guide passed out the lanyards you and Peter hung around in the back. 

“I bet puny Parker won’t even have a lanyard, he’s too poor to be let in.” Flash said nearby and your fist tightened at your side in an attempt to stay there. 

When all the passes were handed out Flash was the first to point out you and Peter didn’t have one. 

“Hey! The Parker’s are missing their badges. We’ll have to leave them behind. Sorry no poor people allowed.” He said with a big grin and Peter looked like a deer in headlights as everyone turned to face the two of you. You just shrugged. 

“Friday?” The tour guide asked. “Has there been a mistake?”

“Ms Parker and Mister Parker do not require badges as they have tier 10 clearance, access is granted to all floors, labs and rooms.” A voice said from the ceiling startling a few people.

“That’s Friday.” The tour guide explained “she’s tony starks AI and she runs the tower.”

“I don’t know how you hacked the system, but you will pay Parker’s.” Flash said sticking a finger in Peter’s face. 

“Whatever flash, you’re just mad that you have level 1 clearance and can’t go in the toilets without permission.”  MJ said as flash stormed off after the group. 

As the tour progressed you were feeling worse and worse, all this walking was making the cramps worse, and all the standing was aggregating your POTS. Your vision had been spotty for a while now and your legs hurt. Your midsection was cramping something awful, and you saw no end in sight. 

As the group was shown to the museum floor you did your best to stay rooted to your body as your head felt like it was floating away. 

“Y/n/n you should really go home. If you sneak off upstairs, I’ll cover for you.” Peter said and MJ nodded. 

“I know your white girl, but you’re not meant to be that white… ever.” MJ said and you shot her a small glare with did nothing to deter her. 

“Can’t I have to stay with Peter.” You said swallowing down the nausea you had begun to feel. 

“I can look out for myself.” He said in a soft tone. But you shook your head which was a terrible idea as you swayed, having to lean on the wall the stay upright. 

“Right, that’s enough….” Peter begun but your hearing was fading as Peter seemed to keep talking. 

As your hearing and vision began to drift away Peter began softly alerting Friday to the situation, as he requested Wanda of Natasha to come and get you.

As he saw a flash of red hair down the hall, his spider sense flared, and he was just in time to catch you as your body finally gave up and went slack. 

Natasha seemed to arrive almost at the same time you passed out into Peter’s arms. 

The group had moved on and it seemed they were none to wiser to the avenger’s presence. 

Peter looked panicked for a second as he held you up. 

“I’ve got her Pete.” Natasha said as she picked you up effortlessly into a bridal carry.  “Go catch up with your group Wanda and I will look after her. Don’t worry.” 

“Alright. Text me updates.” He said and Natasha nodded dutifully before carrying you to the elevator.

When she arrived back on your floor that you shared with the two redheads, you shifted in her arms, letting out a small whimper. 

Natasha walked over to the door to her room, opening it to see Wanda already having everything set up for a movie day. 

“Oh my god is she ok? I know Peter said it was bad but … is she out?” Wanda said coming over and fussing. 

“She passed out as I got there. She must be feeling terrible.” Nat said as she set you down on the bed gently. Wanda came and sat next to you as Nat changed into some comfy clothes and took to your other side. 

Wanda’s hands carding through your hair was the first thing you registered when you came to.

“Nat, I think she’s coming around.” Wanda said softly. 

You let out a small, wounded noise as you tucked your knees to your chest in an attempt to stave off the relentless cramps. 

“Shhh y/n/n it’s ok. Natty and I have you baby. You’re alright.” Wanda said softly.

You whimpered again and shifted to clutch your midsection.

“Cramps?” Wanda asked knowingly still playing with your hair.

“Mmm.” You said softly. 

Before you knew it a hot pack was being slid onto your stomach and your muscles went lax as Wanda pulled you into her lap.

You opened an eye and saw her smiling down at you. 

“Hello sweet girl. How are you feeling.” She said gently.

“Bad.” You hummed.

“Chocolate?” Natasha said as she offered you an already unwrapped chocolate bar. Not bothering to use your hands you began eating it while Nat still held it. Making her smile softly in amusement as she fed you the chocolate. 

“Oh my god, I left Peter!” You said scrambling to sit up but Wanda kept you pinned. 

“It’s alright baby. Fridays watching him and you’re in no condition to be doing anything other than cuddling and watching movies with us. Ok?” Wanda said. She could see the gears turning behind your eyes and gently turned your chin to look at her. 

“Okay sweet girl?” She said again. 

“Okay.” You said softly. 

“Excellent. Now you pick the first movie.” Wanda said as Natasha returned with popcorn despite you not having seen her leave. 

As the day went on you began to feel better. Between the salty popcorn Wanda was feeding you and the blue electrolyte drinks that were stocked in Natasha’s mini fridge you began to feel less terrible. 

The girls had everything you needed, from a warm heat pack to chocolate to cuddles. You eventually drifted off feeling warm and only slightly in pain. Knowing you were safe with them. 

@barbarasstar @charlie56 @vlynes @lovelyy-moonlight

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

[puppym3]

um maybe like the opposite of the felix one? where reader is subby? or maybe like changbin and brat!reader,?

｡･ﾟﾟ･ under the table ･ﾟﾟ･｡

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dom!changbin x brat!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, changbin, are at a restaurant with the other members. freshly back from a workout, changbin looks irresistibly attractive in a tight shirt that accentuates his toned physique. unable to resist, you let your desire get the better of you, subtly exploring his muscles under the table.

wc: 3k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, bratty needy reader, dom changbin, the reader is horny, reader wants to bite changbin's biceps (me too), teasing, semi-public sex, bondage (restriction with hand), edging, body worship, piv, fingering (f rec.), a lot of dirty talk, reader is called slut, unprotected sex, sex in public bathroom (would not rec...), creampie, (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: i already have 2 felix fics and no changbin yet, so this is a perfect opportunity to finally write for him <3 ive honestly been dying to write ab him.

idk why but so far this might be my favorite out of all the fics I've written, i hope you guys like it too... ⸝⸝(˵´･⌄･`˵)⸝⸝ ♡

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It wasn't a rare occasion that Changbin would invite you out with him, he had just finished his workout and you missed him, so you sent him a quick text asking when he'd be free; that's when he invited you to dinner with him and the boys.

When you got to the restaurant, it was bustling with energy as you and the others settled into your seats. The chatter and laughter of patrons filled the air, blending with the aroma of delicious food.

When you finally saw your boyfriend, your breath was taken by the tight shirt he was wearing. You couldn't help but admire how his shirt clung to his frame, perfectly accentuating his muscles.

Your eyes traced the defined lines of his well-toned biceps and chiseled chest, feeling a warmth spread through you. He looked effortlessly handsome, and you were drawn to him more than ever. As the conversation flowed around the table, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the man beside you.

Under the table at the restaurant, you reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his thigh. Changbin didn't react at first, too engrossed in a discussion with Bang Chan about their plans coming up. Encouraged by his lack of response, you let your hand travel up, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

Changbin's breath hitched, and he turned to you, his eyes widening slightly. You offered him an innocent smile, your fingers still tracing the contours of his biceps. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, but he didn't push your hand away.

"What do you think?" Seungmin's voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back into the conversation.

"Hmm?" you replied, trying to mask your distraction.

"About the dessert menu? Do you have any recommendations?" he repeated, holding out the menu for you to see.

"Oh, right," you said, glancing at the options without really reading them. "The chocolate lava cake is always a good choice."

"I like that one too," Felix chimed in, nodding his agreement. "It's always so gooey and delicious."

You nodded absently, your attention drifting back to Changbin. Your hand was still resting on his thigh, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric of his loose pants. You could feel the tension in his body, the slight tremble of his leg as you explored his body.

He had no idea how badly you wanted to admire his arms up close, to appreciate their strength and size, maybe even take a playful bite of his biceps. But alas, you were in a restaurant with your friends, the true cockblockers, and you had to maintain your composure.

Your eyes flicked up to his face, finding him watching you intently, his eyes looking at you like a warning as if you were passing the red line. Changbin leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his tone a mix of amusement and caution.

"Just fully appreciating the view," you whispered back, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Behave," he murmured, though his tone was far from reprimanding.

"But if my meal is right in front of me, why wouldn't I eat it?" you pouted, keeping your voice low enough for only him to hear.

He laughed at you, before swatting your hand away and putting his hand on the small of your back. "Later, I'll let you feast on me later," he whispered, causing your face to burn up and look at the ground.

You couldn't help but smile as the conversation shifted again, the others oblivious to the exchange between you and Changbin, but you still couldn't keep your eyes off of his body, the remnants of his workout from earlier still on him making your mouth drool.

"You're staring, they're going to notice you." Changbin's voice brought you back to the present, a small smirk on his lips.

"Staring at what?" Your hand slid up to squeeze his arm, "at this?"

He laughed and shook his head, "you're such a brat," he smiled, his voice a soft whisper.

You could only pout at him, wanting nothing more than to run your fingers along the hard planes of his muscles. It wasn't fair that he could look this good after working out.

You couldn't resist imagining the salty taste of his sweat as you trailed your tongue along his glistening arm. Imagining the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, leaving a trail of beautiful marks across his sculpted body.

"Stop that," Changbin's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand tightening around yours.

"Stop what?" You gave him an innocent smile, your other hand moving up his arm, squeezing his bicep gently.

"I know that look," his eyes narrowed at you, his gaze intense. "We're in public."

"That's never stopped us before," you replied, letting your fingers trace the lines of his muscles. You couldn't help but lean closer, pressing your lips against his ear. "You don't even have to fuck me, just let me touch you," you whispered, your voice dripping with need.

Changbin's breath hitched and he glanced around the restaurant, making sure the others were still engrossed in their own conversations before turning his attention back to you.

"Do I have to restrain you?" He teased, his voice low.

You couldn't help the excitement that shot through you at the thought, your cheeks flushing. "Would you?"

Changbin laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat, his eyes sparkling. "You're a pervert."

You couldn't help but let your mind run, the thought of him restraining you at your wrists while he had his way with you was enough to make your core pulse.

"Changbin," your voice was soft as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "You know how much I love when you dominate me," you whispered, feeling his breath catch.

"If you keep this up, I might have to do just that," he warned, his hand squeezing at your thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, excitement bubbling up inside you. "I want that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Before he could reply, a waiter approached your table, and you reluctantly moved away from Changbin, trying to put on a straight face as the others turned their attention to the waiter.

"Are we ready to order?" the waiter asked, a pleasant smile on his face.

The group started ordering, and you tried to focus on the menu in front of you, but your mind was clouded.

"What can I get for you, miss?" the waiter's voice cut through your thoughts, and you blinked up at him, trying to remember what the others had ordered.

"Uh, the, um, the steak salad," you said, fumbling with the menu.

When the waiter finally left, you breathed a sigh of relief, glad that you hadn't gained any suspicion from the members.

"You're lucky you're cute," Changbin smirked, squeezing your thigh gently. "I can't believe you were trying to start something in the middle of the restaurant."

"Who says I was trying?" You feigned innocence, a smirk playing on your lips.

Changbin just rolled his eyes at you, but the playful smile on his lips told you he wasn't mad.

You couldn't shake the feeling of incompleteness in arousing him, fueling your persistence. You were determined to have your way with him, no matter what.

When the food finally arrived, the group settled into their meals, the conversations flowing easily between the boys.

You didn't want to keep yourself in check, not when the man of your dreams was sitting next to you, his body looking delectable. You had no idea what it was about his post-workout appearance, but you were weak for it.

You grabbed his hand, still resting on your thigh, and brought it under your skirt, laying on the heated skin of your inner thighs.

Changbin choked on his drink, the others glancing at him as he coughed, the heat in his eyes unmistakable.

"You okay, Bin?" You asked sweetly, as you slowly guided his hand to your soaked panties.

Changbin cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. "I'm fine," he said, his voice strained.

You bit back a smile, enjoying the power you had over him. You watched as his gaze traveled down to where his hand was, the flush on his cheeks deepening.

"Baby?" You whispered, pressing his hand against your dampness, watching as his breath caught in his throat.

"I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat again. He was clearly trying to remain composed, but his fingers were twitching, as if he wanted to touch you.

You smiled, letting your gaze drift over the others, making sure they weren't paying attention before continuing to guide his hand.

"You're so wet," Changbin's voice was a low whisper, and you had to bite back a moan.

"It's all your fault." You murmured, a teasing smile on your lips.

He couldn't help but let his thumb caress your pussy, his fingers lightly massaging you. You let out a soft sigh, biting your lip to hold back a whimper.

You weren't sure how long you could last like this, Changbin's touch was making your entire body hum with pleasure. You needed more, and you needed it now.

"Let's go home," you whispered, leaning into him.

"I won't be able to hold back until then," he replied, his voice strained.

You let out a soft laugh, the thrill of being caught spurring you on. "I'm not asking you to," you murmured, your hand sliding over his growing erection.

Changbin stifled a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed his hardness. You couldn't help but smirk, reveling in the power you had over him in that moment.

"Meet me in the bathroom." He said, as he discreetly pulled his hand away from you.

You watched as he stood, excusing himself, his gait a little wobbly. The others didn't seem as he slipped away from the table.

You waited a few moments, your heart pounding as you excused yourself to freshen up, trying to appear nonchalant as you headed to the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you felt hands on you, guiding you into one of the stalls.

"You're such a brat," Changbin murmured, his lips finding yours.

"Mm, I'm your brat." You breathed, tugging at his clothes.

"Ah- ah, no touching," he said as he grabbed your hands, holding them above you and squeezing your wrists together his a singular hand. "You're such a slut, you wanted this, didn't you?"

He used his free hand to squeeze at your face as he turned your head, whispering in your ear, "You wanted me to take you right here in this restaurant, huh? In front of everyone? Wanted me to fuck you and fill you up while everyone watches?"

Your breath hitched, a jolt of excitement coursing through you. You were already wet and dripping, aching for his touch.

"Yes," you moaned, grinding your hips against his.

He chuckled, his hand gripping your ass, guiding your movements. "Tell me how bad you want me," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck.

"So bad, so fucking bad," you breathed, arching into him.

"You want me to fill you up? To stuff you with my cock and fuck you until you're a trembling mess?" He was practically growling now, his grip on your ass tightening.

"Please, please," you whimpered, desperate for him.

He smirked, his hand slipping under your shirt, his fingertips brushing against your bare skin.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, your hands struggling to break from his hard restraint.

He pulled his hand back, a dark smile on his lips. "No touching. Keep your hands up."

You whined, the heat pooling in your stomach as you watched him unzip his pants, pulling out his thick cock.

"Look at this, just for you, baby. Do you want it?" He murmured, stroking himself.

You could only nod, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He looked delicious, his cock hard and heavy, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on your flushed skin and dilated pupils, savoring every detail. "Such a pretty slut," he cooed, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.

You couldn't help but melt into his touch, the praise going straight to your head. He grinned, his fingers tangling in your hair, giving it a light tug.

"So good," he murmured, his free hand moving to cup your breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

"More," you breathed, arching into his touch.

He smirked, his fingers finding your nipple, giving it a gentle pinch. You whimpered, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"So sensitive," he cooed, his touch becoming more insistent, his thumb rubbing circles around your stiff nipple.

You bit back a moan, your hips bucking against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening, keeping you in place.

"You like that, hmm? You want me to fuck you? To make you cum all over my cock?" His voice was a low growl, and you couldn't help but shudder, his words turning you on even more.

"Please," you begged, your hands struggling against his restraint.

He smiled, his fingers trailing down your stomach, teasing at the hem of your panties. "How badly do you want me?" He asked, his voice low.

"So bad, I need you," you panted, your body trembling with need.

"Good," he murmured, his fingers pushing past the fabric, finding your slick folds.

You gasped, your body tensing as his fingers explored your wetness, the heat building up inside you.

"God, you're soaked," he groaned, his fingers circling your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

"Yes, yes," you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.

He smirked, his thumb pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you see stars.

You moaned, your head falling back, your hands grasping at nothing but air as he kept his other hand restraining your hands.

"Fuck, look at you," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his touch relentless. "Such a good slut, begging for me to fuck you."

You whimpered, the coil in your belly tightening as he brought you closer to the edge.

But then, he suddenly stopped his movements, his hand pulling away from you.

"No, no, no," you whined, desperate for release.

"Didn't you want to cum on my cock?" He smirked, his hand reaching up to grasp your chin.

You could only nod, your gaze fixated on his hard length, his pre-cum glistening in the light.

He used his free hand to grip your hip, lifting you and placing your legs around his waist. You couldn't help but whimper as he rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"I could take you right here, right now. I could fuck you until you're screaming my name, and everyone would hear. Would you like that? For everyone to know who's making you feel so good?" He murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

"Please, please, I need you," you gasped, the heat burning in your core.

You could barely breathe as he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you and filling you up. You let out a strangled moan, your walls fluttering around him.

"That's it, take all of it," he groaned, his cock sliding deeper inside you, the pressure delicious.

"Changbin," you whined, your body tensing as he started to move, his pace slow and steady.

"So good," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements.

You couldn't help but rock against him, his cock hitting all the right spots.

He smirked, his thrusts picking up, the sound of skin-on skin echoing in the small bathroom. You were close, so close, and he knew it.

"You gonna cum on me?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Yes, yes," you panted, your body tensing as he continued to pound into you.

"Do it, cum on my cock, show me how much you love being fucked with my cock," he growled, his hips snapping against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

That's what sent you over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm hit, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. You moaned his name, your walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside you.

"That's it, so fucking tight, feels so good," he groaned, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his seed.

You whimpered, your body tingling with aftershocks as you clung to him, trying to catch your breath.

"You're such a good girl," he cooed, his cock twitching inside you, his cum spilling out and dripping down your thighs, his grip on your wrists finally loosening.

You could only moan in response, your mind still hazy from your intense orgasm. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation as he placed gentle kisses on your cheeks and neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're such a brat, you know that?" He smirked, his hands squeezing your hips.

You trailed your hands over each of his bulging biceps, relishing the opportunity to fully appreciate their sculpted strength.

"But you love it," you teased, leaning forward and kissing his forehead.

"I do," he replied, his hand reaching up and caressing your face. "Now let's get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us."

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taglist 4 my lovelies: @loverbangchan, @reignessance

[wordingg]

Proud Parents

Dead Boy Ween Day 5, prompt: family

Summary: Crystal is insistent that she doesn't need the dead boys to attend her graduation ceremony. But, Charles and Edwin would never let Crystal go alone.

AN: I got like halfway through this one and realized that schools in the UK probably don't have graduation ceremonies the same way American schools. They might not even have graduation ceremonies at all. BUT I HAVEN'T MISSED A DAY YET AND IM NOT GONNA START NOW SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF. okay thanks.

“You guys can’t come to my graduation, okay?” Crystal said firmly.

It was a little hard to take her seriously when she was standing in a veritable ocean of clothes and shaking what looked like a very fancy sunhat at them, but her expression was very serious.

“My parents are going to be there and I don’t want any weird ghost shit going on, okay?” Crystal added. She threw them an exasperated look when both boys just stared at her with folded arms.

“They said they’re going to be there?” Charles asked with a raised eyebrow.

“They gave a very firm maybe, which is practically a yes for them,” Crystal snapped back.

Charles frowned at that, but Edwin spoke over whatever he was planning to say.

“Of course, if you don’t want us to attend your graduation ceremony, we will respect your wishes,” Edwin said benevolently.

“Thank you, Edwin,” Crystal said, with a pointed look at Charles.

“You’re quite welcome, Crystal,” Edwin said with a polite nod.

Crystal disappeared back into her walk in closet to continue to dig for something good enough to wear under her graduation gown. Charles turned to Edwin with a confused frown.

“There’s no way her parents are going to show up for graduation, is there?” he asked sincerely.

“Not a chance,” Edwin said, still watching the closet door. “I checked their calendar and they’ve already booked two interviews and something called an ‘experimental banjo sesh’ for the same time as the ceremony.”

“God, what arseholes,” Charles muttered. “Crystal deserves better.”

“Of course she does,” Edwin said with an arched brow. “That is why we will be better for her.”

Charles’ mouth stretched into a manic grin and Edwin’s own mouth twitched at the edges with infectious glee.

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The day of her graduation, Crystal was sweating with nerves. She had opted to finish her degree online when her attempts to make up with many of the people in her class that she had wronged had gone badly, to say the least. It was the first time in months that she was in the same room with them. It was a big gymnasium, but it was hard not to notice all the venomous looks pointed her way from almost every corner.

Crystal wiped her palms on the fabric of her gown, but the artificial fabric did nothing to wick the moisture away from her skin. She wanted to touch her cap to make sure it was sitting straight, but was worried about knocking her elaborate hairstyle down. She had gotten up early to arrange her curls into an elegant bun at the nape of her neck. It had been a bigger challenge than she expected and as a result her hair was mostly held together by two dozen bobby pins and sheer determination.

Crystal’s parents had already been gone by the time she was ready to leave for the ceremony, but she tried not to let that get her down. She had just talked to them the night before and they had confirmed their definite maybe for her graduation. She just had to have faith. They probably were picking up flowers or a cake or something. They knew Crystal was very self sufficient and could call her own cab to take her to the school.

Finally it was time to line up and walk out onto the field. Luckily, Crystal ended up in line between two boys that she didn’t recognize and who didn’t seem all that interested in her. They walked out of the gymnasium and into the bright spring day outside. Crystal was briefly blinded, but as soon as her eyes cleared she looked out into the crowd for her parents.

The field outside the gym was absolutely packed with people. There were rows and rows of folding chairs set up for the students graduating. The line steadily filled the rows in, directed by teachers in suits and skirts. Around the folding chairs were metal bleachers packed with adults and other kids alike, everyone snapping photos and waving and shouting things as the students filing into the chairs occasionally picked someone out of the crowd and waved back.

She didn’t see her parents as she walked out, but it was a madhouse. Probably they were there and she just didn’t see them. That was fine. Crystal turned around during a speech started to try and look again and got hissed at by one of the teachers, so she turned back around and pretended to pay attention.

The speeches washed over her like so much noise. She couldn’t have recalled anything that was said even if her life depended on it. Her mind was on the crowd at her back and her parents, the anxiety of not knowing crawling up her throat and threatening to choke her.

Then, finally, they started calling names and it was time to walk across the stage and claim her diploma. The school had considered ‘Von Hoverkraft’ to be her last name, so she had to wait until almost every other kid had gone before she could stand up and walk across the small pop up stage to shake the hand of a sweaty middle aged man she didn’t recognize and take her diploma.

As she did so, a camera flashed from the crowd, loud and bright and briefly blinding her. Crystal felt tears pricking her eyes and it wasn’t just from the bright flash. Someone was taking her picture and she couldn’t help but hope it was her dad, memorializing her finally finishing high school, finally becoming an adult.

Her smile turning sincere for the first time that day, Crystal walked to the other side of the stage and back to her seat feeling breathless. They were here somewhere in the crowd. They had come. They had shown up for her.

A few more kids went up to get their diploma and there was one last short speech. Everyone was itching for the ceremony to be over, so the speech didn’t last for very long. Soon, the ceremony was over and the two crowds (students and families) rushed toward each other, students merging into the bleachers while parents and siblings ran into the lines of folding chairs.

Crystal stood up, but then she froze. She was short in her sensible flats and couldn’t see over the heads of the crowd to find her parents. She started to move toward the bleachers, but it was a wild press of people and she felt a surge of panic that she wouldn’t be able to find them in time, that the crowds would deter them and her parents would leave without her seeing them.

Halfway to the bleachers, Crystal felt a man’s hand on her upper arm, pulling her to a stop. Crystal whipped around, not sure if she should be ecstatic or vicious, and looked into a familiar face. Familiar, but not the one she was hoping for.

An older man, maybe in his fifties, with red hair almost completely turned white and distinguished rimless glasses was smiling down at her. It was Charles in his living person disguise.

“Crystal, this way!” he said over the low roar of the crowd, guiding her away from the bleachers and through them toward the parking lot.

Briefly, Crystal felt irritated. She had told them not to come. But, she couldn’t hold onto her frustration for very long. She was scared and upset and hopeful by equal measures and Charles’ presence was a comforting. She eventually shook his hand off her arm so that she could instead grab his hand in hers and he smiled down at her again.

Charles led her out of the crowd and around to the back of the metal bleachers, where Crystal saw a woman in big acrylic frames wearing a little maroon beret over blonde hair peppered with white. Edwin.

“I told you guys I didn’t want you here,” Crystal muttered. “I have to get back. My parents might leave if they can’t find me.”

Charles and Edwin exchanged a speaking look and Crystal’s stomach dropped.

“We weren’t going to come,” Charles started to say. Crystal realized suddenly that he was wearing a big old fashioned camera around his neck by a strap. She swallowed around a lump in her throat.

“But, we also weren’t about to leave you here alone if they didn’t come,” Edwin said quickly.

Crystal felt her eyes filling with tears and firmly told herself not to blink. If she blinked, they would fall and if they started to fall, they might never stop.

She looked at Edwin. Edwin would tell her the truth, even if it hurt. She could trust him to do that for her.

“I’m sorry, Crystal,” he said quietly. “I followed them all morning. We only came once we were sure they were not going to make it to your graduation ceremony.”

It didn’t matter that Crystal hadn’t blinked, the tears began to fall anyway. She dashed them away viciously but they just kept falling.

“God, you must think I’m so naive,” she laughed. “You must have wanted so bad to tell me how stupid I was being. So, go ahead. Say it,” she glared at Edwin, but he only stared evenly back. “Say I was stupid for believing in them! You would be right!” she cried.

“Crystal Palace, you are the farthest thing from stupid,” Edwin said, like it was the most factual thing in the world.

“You’re a good daughter,” Charles said gently, “and you love your parents. That’s not a fault, Crystal. It’s admirable that you keep trying.”

The tears were coming faster now and Crystal gave up on trying to preserve her mascara and eyeliner and instead rubbed at her eyes, probably smearing black makeup everywhere.

“Eds! The flowers!” Charles whispered while Crystal tried desperately to get her tears under control.

She heard rustling and then when she opened her eyes it was to a huge bouquet of lilies, big pink ones with little brown spots exploding out from yellow centers, filled in all around with delicate baby’s breath.

“You got me flowers?” Crystal wobbled, fresh tears threatening to fall.

“And a balloon, but I sort of forgot those things float and it got away from me,” Charles said with a hangdog expression.

Edwin sighed at the mention of the balloon, but shook it off quickly. He stepped in to run his thumbs delicately under Crystal’s eyes, clearing away the smudged makeup along with a few stray tears.

“And, we will be taking you to that awful raw fish buffet that you like,” Edwin said as he cleaned up her makeup here and there.

“It’s called sushi, I know you know that. And, I don’t think they’ll let you come in if you aren’t going to eat anything,” Crystal sniffed.

“I dare say you will eat enough raw fish for the rest of us,” Edwin said, dry as the Sahara desert.

“And, we’ll tell everyone within hearing distance how proud we are of our amazing daughter who just graduated from high school!” Charles added with a grin.

“Yes, she’s quite amazing,” Edwin said, stepping back and judging Crystal’s makeup good enough so long as she didn’t start crying again. “Neither of us ever finished high school. She’s the first in our family to do so.”

“We’re proud parents, we are,” Charles said, elbowing Edwin with a grin that earned him an eye roll and a reluctant smile.

“You guys…” Crystal trailed off, sniffing. She clutched the flowers closer to her chest, the paper crinkling against her graduation gown. Golden pollen smeared against the cheap polyester and stuck to it, but she couldn’t possibly bring herself to care at the moment.

“Please, Crystal, no more tears. I just fixed your mascara,” Edwin complained, stepping in again to fan at her face with his hands like maybe he could dry the tears before they fell.

Crystal hiccuped around a sound that might have been a sob or a laugh, even she wasn’t sure. She threw her arms around both of their necks, drawing Charles and Edwin into a group hug. The bracketed her sides and the flowers crinkled against their backs. She felt their arms settle around her waist, their heads tilted against her own.

“Thanks, you guys,” she said thickly.

“Of course, Crystal,” Edwin whispered back.

“Anytime,” Charles agreed.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Stripper Evan Buckley is hired by Y/N's friends as a surprise for his birthday party and he's blushing when the "firefighter" strips off his uniform and straddles him

Evan Buckley x Male!reader

Music is playing throughout the house, you and your friends having a good time at the party they threw for your birthday when there's a knock at the door.

“Ready for your present Y/N?” One of your friends says with a grin.

“Present? Throwing me this party wasn't enough?” You laugh.

“Bring him in,” he says to another friend who goes to the door.

He opens it up and there is a firefighter standing on the other side.

“I heard there was a fire?” He smiles, stepping inside, “now where's the birthday boy?”

“Right here,” your friend says loudly and pointing to you.

“You got me a stripper?” You say in disbelief, gulping as he approaches and you get a better look at his face realizing he might just be the hottest man you've ever seen.

“Y/N right? Just sit down and relax,” the stripper says as your friend grabs a chair and places it behind you, letting him push you down onto it.

“So uh, what's your name?” You ask as the music changes into something way more sensual than what was originally playing.

“Everyone calls me Buck,” he smiles.

“It's very nice to meet you Buck,” you nod, your heart beating fast as he starts dancing, your friends crowded around to watch the show.

He places his foot on the chair between your legs, ripping his shirt off and your friends cheer.

“Want to touch them?” He smirks, your eyes locked on his massive tits.

You're stuck in a trance and you can't bring yourself to say anything so he takes your hand, placing it on his chest before guiding it down to his abs as he rolls his body, practically grinding his crotch in your face.

He dances some more, moving around your chair and running his hands all over your body.

The cheering gets louder when a new song begins to play and his pants are torn off to reveal his giant bulge barely being contained by a red thong.

Buck then straddles your lap, throwing his head back and simulating like he's riding you making you blush hard.

His tits are so close to your lips you want so badly to suck on them which Buck can tell so he brings them even closer just to tease you.

He grins proudly when he feels your erection growing in your pants and sure he often has to pretend to be attracted to his clients so they give him a better tip in the end but he had to admit, he was genuinely attracted to you which made this so much more enjoyable for him.

Buck notices someone holding a piece of cake so he motions for them to bring it to him and when they do he swipes his finger through the frosting and places it in front of your lips and looks you straight in the eyes when he says, “lick.”

Your tongue darts out, licking at the frosting before taking his finger in your mouth.

He moans as you suck on it and tells you, “good boy.”

With all the frosting gone he takes his finger out of your mouth and once again grabs your hands, placing them on his ass and letting you squeeze his cheeks, your friends throwing bills around you two.

He gets off your lap, turning around in front of you so you get a full view of his back side and bends down to start shaking his ass.

Your friend hands you some money and you stick it in his thong and he turns back to face you as the song is coming to its end.

Buck positions himself so his bulge is right in your face again as he rolls his hips and you stick the rest of the money in his thong.

He finishes his routine and everyone cheers loudly one more time.

After everything is said and done and Buck is packing his things up to leave you go over to him and thank him for coming and giving him the rest of his tip.

“It was my pleasure Y/N,” he smiles at you, “and happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” you blush.

“Here's my card, call me if you ever need my services again and just so you know I do private sessions too,” he winks at you.

This was definitely the best birthday ever.

[schoenpepper]

Topsy Turvy Table Games

Intro: A game of truth or dare is always fun when you can’t lie to your soulmate.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, shipping crumbs, not proofread, i think it’s more crack than fluff my bad, reader might be yuu because they know about teletubbies lol

A/N: It's like routine that I apologize for lame upload schedules, but I haven't been feeling too much like writing lately. I don't know, I keep getting distracted by random stuff. For @fsh1, on my event.

Masterlist

Unbirthday parties usually have croquet games and beheadings. It’s certainly a surprise when, one faithful afternoon, the party activities take a turn.

It started with a Magicam trend.

And as all Magicam trends go, Cater is caught up and wants to reenact the thing with the dorm members of Heartslabyul (“The more, the merrier!”). Riddle doesn’t find the concept all too interesting, but midterms had just finished, so his card soldiers look at him with pleading eyes and, well, he folds. It’s just a silly game anyway. If it pleases his dormmates (and you, his lovely soulmate) then he will oblige with said silly game.

“Truth or dare,” Cater places his phone down at the center of the table, “but the app decides what dare we do or what question we answer! The pool is like, totes random, so it’ll be fun, I promise~”

It is debatable whether or not it’s actually worth doing something that Cater deemed fun (to Riddle at least).

His doubts all fade away when he looks into your eyes.

Has that golden speck always been there? Maybe he’s just imagining it. But the way the corner of your lips curve into a smile; it makes his heart beat a familiar rhythm, one that he knows syncs with yours. “You may play,” he sighs in resignation, “but only because Y/N wants to, and I want to make them happy.”

And there’s the curse.

He blushes red as his hair, sipping at his tea furiously while attempting to ignore his dormmates’ badly hidden snickering. It was highly inconvenient when your mouth runs off in the presence of your soulmate, but Cater had happily declared that only dorm members with their soulmates present were allowed to participate in the game. Though it made sense, it was still quite the unsavory statement (both for him and those of his dorm that have yet to find their other half). He’s sat on his throne at the head of the table with you next to him on your own, heart-shaped throne the same color as his. Trey is sitting with Cater while the ADeuce duo are bickering as they’re crammed into one seat.

(Why are they even sharing a seat?)

“Is everyone good to go?!”

There’s loud yells of agreement from the crowd of rowdy teenage boys, and he glances at you when you shout with them. Cater’s voice is ringing in his ears, the taste of rose milk tea lingering on his tongue like the almond rose water cake-flavored kiss you’d shared with him in the gazebo last week.

“First is—”

He would’ve beheaded the person who came up with the idea of spinning his scepter on the table, had it not been you.

The crown points to Ace.

“Acey~!”

“Wah, me?! Hey no fair prefect, your spin sucked!”

“Ace, just be a good sport.”

“Oh shut up Juice, you’re only smug because you want to see me embarrass myself.”

“No I do not, you know I love you!”

Riddle sighs and Cater leans forward to tap on the phone. “Truth or dare, Ace? Hurry up.”

“Dare!”

The ginger junior reads out the prompt from his screen with a giggle, Trey holding out an arm to stop him from falling into the croquembouche, “Okay okay, you have to color your two front teeth with lipstick and leave it like that for the rest of the day.”

Cue laughter and screaming and Ace grumbling. Riddle has no clue where anyone found a tube of lipstick (is it expired?), but Ace ends up looking like he’d bled through his gums. Perhaps it’s luck that the scepter avoided him for several turns after that, when Trey was forced to try to peel a banana with only his teeth, some second year was made to drink water out of his shoe, and Cater talked about the time his sisters bought him lacy lingerie as a birthday present. In any case, luck ends at some point.

“Housewarden!” the crowd is practically vibrating, “Truth or dare?”

Riddle frowns, but he feels your hand gently patting his own, as if to soothe him. He rolls his eyes and answers, “Truth,” while warily eyeing his dormmate who was trembling in his soulmate’s arms after drinking out of his stinky leather shoes.

“Have you ever dressed up as the opposite sex?” Cater reads the prompt aloud before laughing, “nah, let’s get another one—”

“I have.”

Silence.

His friends are staring at him with their eyes wide, jaws slack.

He can see you out of the corner of his eye, trying desperately to hold back your laughter as you latch onto his arm, burying your face into his shoulder. Riddle clears his throat, trying to fan away the building heat of shame on his face as he replies, “Y/N bought me a, er, bunny maid costume last Easter…”

He really wished, now more than ever, that the ‘always telling the truth when near your soulmate’ thing could have an off switch.

As expected, they freak out at his words. Their ruckus causes such chaos that the plate of madeleines almost spills onto his lap, but he can’t find it in himself to do anything other than curl in on himself.

“And you wore it?!”

You perk up at the question and answer it for him.

“He did! He looked so adorable and I took at least fifty pictures. I ordered three more outfits for Halloween—” you cover your mouth in shock, looking at Riddle with a sheepish smile, “oops. That was supposed to be a surprise. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll look great as a Teletubby!”

“A what?!”

[lovelyiida]

mha marriage headcanons<3

INCLUDES: bakugo, iida, midoriya, denki, kirishima, sero

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes.

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 0.9K

KATSUKI BAKUGO

• the both of you always have hectic schedules...being pro heroes and all.

even when you guys are apart, you never shut up about each other. Especially bakugo whether that be interviews, events, etc. he's always about 'my wife my wife my wife.'

when both of you finally have time off, you need to be physically ripped off one another. hip to hip, chest to chest, lips to lips, you name it.

he loves it when he's finally able to relax from his hard days and come home and cuddle with his wife, he's not able to show his timid side all the time, he was so thankful for you.

you were the sun, moon, and stars for him. nothing you could do was bad in his eyes.

that's why if anyone ever talked shit about you, he'd lose his shit.

pull the "do you know who the fuck I am? Do you know who my wife is?"

he's just so happy to have you.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the. perfect. husband.

anything you want, you get.

hair? done. nails? did.

he feels bad that he's never really there due to him being the top pro hero. so he always makes sure you're taken care of.

multiple calls day and night, he loves to hear your voice...or moans.

loves to show you off when he can, usually at special events where he's able to bring a date.

"hey! have you met my wife? she's lovely isn't she?"

"yeah my wife and I have been married for three years now, she's the most perfect wife I could ever have!"

TENYA IIDA

high school sweethearts, proposed at graduation.

had the biggest wedding out of everyone

values both of your privacy very deeply, one day he caught a peeping tom at your vacation villa. finding out that it was the paparazzi, he punched him square in the mouth.

wants kids, very, VERY, badly.

preferably 3 (2 boys and 1 girl).

if you ever were pregnant, he'd spoil you ROTTEN.

not one finger would be lifted.

sadly, Iida is the type to have favorites (he's a girl dad, no questions)

will do anything and everything for you, sometimes he does too much.

"I don't need your help, Iida"

"baby please."

SHOUTO TODOROKI

he didn't love you at first...

forced into a quirk marriage, it was cold, quiet, and lonely.

things would be so awkward, laying in a bed with a stranger that you are miraculously married to.

he knew that you didn't want your marriage to turn out like this, not speaking to each other only when necessary, empty conversations, and no signs of love or adoration besides a hand held in public outings.

so he decided to get to know you.

sooner than later, your relationship began to blossom into a beautiful relationship. the both of you felt like teenagers falling in love, the bond you discovered was so deep and intimate, it was love at second sight.

he became absolutely smitten for you, so smitten, he decided he wanted to get re-married. and you gladly complied.

BIG RING. BIG WEDDING. BIG CAKE.

he cried seeing you walk down the aisle, he honestly cried the whole wedding. he was so thankful for a woman like you in his life.

HUGE HONEYMOON.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

beautiful marriage, a happy home , and way too many kids. six youngsters in total, 4 girls and 2 boys.

no one expected you to have so many kids, he just can't help to be all over your beautiful body.

from the loud tea partys with sharp plastic tiaras and itchy too-toos, to the late video game nights, he loves every moment with his children. and to top it off, he gets to kiss you goodnight.

even though you two have so many children, they have never been seen by the public. only photos of them when they were just born.

if he ever found out that his children were exposed to the media, he will go apeshit.

loves all of his kids, there are no favorites in this household.

but if he did have a favorite, it would be you.

DENKI KAMINARI

also, high school sweethearts, split up before graduation but got back together two years later.

it took a couple of years before Denki popped the big question, he wanted to be sure about your relationship before he made such a big commitment.

the proposal was intimate and private, just like the wedding. only your and his closest friends and family could attend. he wanted to make sure things were absolutely perfect.

the both of you are the peoples' favorite couple, always seen on variety shows/competitions.

CANNOT keep his hands off of you, no matter where you are.

in private or in public, his hand would be on your lower back when standing, or when you'd be sitting next to him he would rest his head on top of yours whilst his hand caressing your thigh.

from someone who is known to be of higher energy, he loves that he's able to be his calmer self around you.

he just can't get enough of you.

SERO HANTA

the last to marry

he loves you SO MUCH

he also had a big wedding, but the honeymoon was amazing, so amazing, it became the reason why you had two beautiful children today.

while they may not be angels, they are yours.

sometimes sero and your little devils would play pranks on you, hearing their loud giggles and tiny footstep ran away from you, it was annoying but you loved it.

sometimes you would come home from a patrolling shift and see sero singing the kids to sleep as he softly strings at his guitar.

you think to yourself how you wouldn't have it any other way.

hello guys!!! glad to be back for a little, I know I've been gone for a long time but I've been in school and it's currently beating my ass. hopefully I'll have more time to write soon.

also, like my new user and theme??

- lovleyiida<3

[yurinaa-world]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Luka, Jing Yuan, and Dan Heng x Gender-Neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Happy Birthday to them and what they want as a gift is you of course!

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

What he wants as a gift is you, of course, and he can ask you any favor he wants.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Happy birthday, Bladie!” You say this with a giant smile on your face, waiting at the door for him to come back home.

You had been thinking about what to get Blade, yet you didn’t know. You were straightforward asking Blade what he wants as a present, but he tells you, “I don’t want anything” and “It’s just a date; what’s special about it?"

You want to get something until he tells you that “if you want to give a present that badly, then you can be present.” He grinned looking at your face, mouth agape a bit, yet you didn’t take him seriously with a suggestion.

“What a surprise! What’s my gift?” He grins at you, crossing his arms. "Well, is there anything you want? We can do anything today!” You smile, waiting for him to answer, “Or you can think about it while we eat cake."

You turn around to go get the cake out of the fridge, but before you can take another step, arms wrapped around you with Blade's face buried in the of your neck, feeling his breath against your neck.

You smell a hint of blood coming off of him. “I want you to have my present,” he says in a whisper, feeling his cold hands going up your shirt and making you flustered. “Happy birthday to me,” Blade whispers, biting your neck.

𝐿𝓊𝓀𝒶

He wants kisses from you everywhere and he’s the birthday boy so you should spoil him more than you usually do, one day wouldn’t hurt too much.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“How many more kisses are going to ask for Luka” you sigh, as his arms tightly wrap around you.

“not so tight Luka,”  you say while pushing him off slightly. He just pouts in response but pulls away nonetheless.

“come on doesn’t the birthday boy deserve more kisses,”  he says,  winking at you. you give a light giggle “Don’t you think I spoiled you a bit too much?” you say jokingly.

“hey hey I’m sorry okay, sooo can I have my kisses now” You roll your eyes at his words and kiss him on the cheek, on the lips, then on the neck, and on the forehead, kept on kissing all over him.

 His face was turning red by the time you finally stopped. Your cheeks are flushed with excitement after having kissed him so much “Lucky me” Luka grins kissing you on the lips softly. Your hand gently strokes the side of his face as the kiss deepens slowly. His fingers run through your hair pulling away.

“Happy birthday to me” Luka sighs dreamily.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

He just wants to spend his whole day with you, just staying in bed with you all day long and not letting you go. He'll be a happy man if you let him, of course, since it’s his birthday. Forget about his general duties; today is his day off!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Jing Yuan's arms wrapped around you as you both lay in bed together; he just won’t let go of you! Not even to stench out your limbs!

You've been like this all morning long, with a couple of complaints and the same answer, and it is the same now."It's my birthday; will you indulge me just a little, or am I asking for too much?” He gives you a look that you can’t say no to.

"No, not at all, Jing Yuan." He grins at you, knowing that he won, before pulling his luck, moving to your chest, and lying there.

“You have a pillow, Jing Yuan." “You're more comfortable,” he states before burying himself in you, sighing contently as you begin to stroke his hair, knowing you aren’t going to do anything today.

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

Honestly, he doesn’t want anything at all; he doesn’t want you to waste your time buying him a gift; he just wants to stay in his room, reading books or doing something quiet. So why not give him affection while he reads his book as a little gift?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Dan Heng, don’t you want anything for your birthday?” You sigh, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck, looking to see what book he is reading.

“I don't really need anything," Dan Heng replied, turning the page of his book. "Really nothing?” "Nothing," he repeated, shaking his head.

You let out a defeated sigh, yet no, you weren’t going to give up. You move to his side and wrap your arms around him again, making a look and making him close his book.

You lean in closer and give him a peck on the lips, not even caring that you are probably ruining his reading, but he doesn’t seem to mind; he just hums, “This is a better present," and you can feel his fingers gently moving through your hair, his hand resting on the back of your head.

before he leans in to give you another kiss.

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[tiredfox64]

Hi!!!! I loved your bi-han x chubby reader stories and wanted to make a request please!

I was hoping to request a Smoke x chubby reader where the reader is a baker of Madam Bo's and is the sweetheart of the village and Insecure about her body. The rest would be up to you. Please and thank you!

Sweet Honeybuns

Prior notes: Mhm mhm I like this. Good energy. Love when I get to project myself. I love that man I just know he would love to cuddle a woman like me

Pairing: Tomas x Chubby Baker! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: I'm sorry if you start craving my b

Oh, that face. That beautiful face of yours. Those gorgeous eyes that he could get lost in. Those adorable cheeks that he would love to caress and kiss. That lovely, plump body of yours. The way your hips move hypnotizes him. You move throughout the bakery part of the tea house swiftly, trying to put more cakes in the display window. Your hair was put up nicely to prevent it from blocking your view and getting in your face. Your pretty, well-kept fingers were wrapped around the whisk as you began to beat the egg whites before adding the other ingredients in to make the perfect meringue. Tomas already knew you were making your meringue cookies since you make them every Wednesday. He loves your meringue cookies, they’re as sweet as you. He loves everything you make. Oh heavens, he loves you.

“Tomas!” Kuai Liang yelled right into Tomas’ ear.

“Huh?!”

Tomas was spooked at first before he started to blush hard. He was caught in the act again. He was caught staring at you with that lovesick expression. Elbow resting on the table, chin resting on his hand, the generic lovesick boy pose. We can’t forget about that dopey smile. It’s a shock that he wasn’t swinging his feet. Kuai Liang knew what was going on. Everybody in the Shirai Ryu knew. If they go to the tea house at least once with Tomas they get to see him go into that daze again. Every single time it’s like clockwork.

“You should ask her out soon. It won’t do you good if you continue to keep your feelings in.” Kuai Liang suggested.

Tomas immediately nodded his head no. He really, really, REALLY likes you. But he’s afraid that you will reject him. It’s a normal fear. He thinks you are out of his league. You’re just too sweet. You probably already have a line of men ready to be your boyfriend. You’ve already captured the hearts of many with your baking. With the addition of your kind personality, you’re basically as sweet as the cannoli you make.  You’re a sweetheart in everyone’s eyes. To the men and women, young and old. Everybody must want a chance with you. They must all be as desperate as Tomas is.

Though there were few who were interested in you, you had your heart set on one man. Your heart was set on Tomas. He was so kind to you and he brought you so much joy to your week. He took the time to talk to you. It didn’t matter what there was always something to talk about. It would go on for so long that Madame Bo would have to yell at you to get back to work and she would scold Tomas for distracting you. Though she found it cute how you two were so lost in conversation. She encouraged you to establish a relationship with him but you always said you can’t, you just can’t.

Truth be told you so badly wanted to ask Tomas out but you were afraid of many things. You were afraid of rejection, fair enough. You were afraid of making things awkward between you two and that you would see him less after that, that’s also fair. Lastly, you were afraid that he wouldn’t like you because you are…chubby.

Now hold on just a sec, that’s not fair to you.

Yes, you were worried he wouldn’t like a girl like you cause of your body type. You looked at yourself negatively. You treated your stretchmarks as if they were a curse. You believe cellulite is unnatural. You think you need a thigh gap to get his attention. You feel like your belly will scare him away.

Oh poppycock! Excuse my language. But what you think, and I’m saying this because I care about you, is bullshit. Imma prove your sweet ass wrong.

You saw Tomas coming your way. He gave you a quick wave and you gave him a smile. Gosh, his heart might explode after seeing that.

“There’s my favorite man. What can I get you for today?”

Yup, his heart just exploded. He loves that you call him your favorite man. He’s not just another customer to you and that makes him feel special.

“Can’t I come up to talk to my favorite lady without having to buy anything?” He teased. Now your heart was exploding. He is smooth when he isn’t trying.

“I would allow you to do that but you know how Madame Bo gets when I stop working.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. Do you have anything special this week that you can offer to your favorite man?”

“Well we have coconut cream pie, flan, conchas, baklava, peach cobbler, liu shao bao, bublania, tiramisú,” on and on you went.

That’s something else he likes about you. You have desserts from all around the world. But damn does it make it hard to decide what to buy from you. He lowered his head as he struggled to pick something from you. Pick for him, the man is struggling.

“How about I get you some flan? I think you will like it.” You walked over to the display window, pulled out the flan you recently made and cut him a big slice.

You brought him the plate with that delicious, syrupy goodness on it. You scooped him a piece of it and tried to feed it to Tomas. You looked so adorable to him at that moment. Looking up at him with doe eyes while waiting for him to open his mouth. He opened up and ate the bit of flan that was on the spoon. The creamy custard was practically melting in his mouth with the caramel top hitting his tongue soon after. He just found his new favorite dessert.

“I love you.”

“Huh?”

“I mean I love it!”

Tomas stumbled over his words. He meant the first thing he said but also didn’t mean to say it in that moment. The goodness of the flan messed with his mind and made his heart swell with love for you. You know what they say: the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. You already captured his heart a long time ago but this instance made his heart become caged by you. You will never release it even though you never knew you had it before.

He asked you how much it was but you told him it’s on the house since he was so handsome. You sly dog, flirting with him effortlessly while he was already spiraling. You left him blushing while walking back to his table. The moment he sat and placed his plate down he rested his head on the table. It’s over for him. He’s so madly in love with you. You got him so bad he forgot to make an effort to ask you out while he was up there. Kuai Liang started patting his back. Brother needs to support his brother.

══💤══╡°˖✧🦊✧˖°╞══💤══

It was near closing time. Most customers have left and almost all the waitresses were gone. Finally, some peace. You decided you deserve a treat after baking all day and serving customers. Time to munch on the mistake pile. The pile of slightly burnt cookies, lopsided muffins, and double-glazed bear claws.

You only really eat when most people are gone. If you give yourself a treat, even just a bite of a banana muffin, others think it’s typical of you. It’s tiring to hear people compliment your desserts only to immediately say you should slow down on eating them yourselves. You barely ever eat your own work since you have to save it for the customers. You know it’s unhealthy to make it a habit of eating your mistakes which is why you balance it out with healthy and balanced meals. You eat well actually. Yet some people think you intentionally make mistakes just so you can eat. How could people be so ignorant and rude when all you ever do is give. You give and give and they appreciate it but they still have something to say.

Whatever, you’re alone. You started nibbling on some cookies, enjoying yourself for a bit before turning around and seeing Tomas was near the counter. You immediately hid the cookie behind your back like a guilty child.

“Oh, I thought you would have gone home already.” You said.

“I would have but Kuai Liang said I had to do something or else he wouldn’t let me leave.” Tomas chuckled awkwardly as if it were a joke but it was serious. Kuai Liang would not let Tomas come home until he confessed to you.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you. You can keep eating your cookie if you want.”

You were hesitant to do so. You just nodded your head while putting the cookie away. Tomas got worried that he had upset you. He didn’t mean to be rude even though he did no wrong. He leaped over the counter to get closer to you and apologize.

“I’m sorry if I upset you—”

“No, no, it’s alright. I just…don’t like eating in front of people.” Your voice got quiet near the end.

“Oh, I’m guessing you get anxious?” He asked.

“No, I just…don’t like when people comment on my weight when I eat. I don’t want you thinking I'm a slob or something.”

That hurt Tomas to hear. He didn’t know people were making backhanded comments towards you. Now that he thinks about it even when he has stayed at the tea house for a long while he never saw you eat in front of anyone. He was hoping that you weren’t starving yourself throughout the day just to prevent people from making comments about your weight.

“I hope you don’t think you are one because you’re not. I could never think of you like that. How could I think something so negatively to a girl that I want as,” He paused for a second before finally having the balls to say it, “my girlfriend.”

You looked at him in shock. His girlfriend? You? Did you accidentally take a bite out of your “special” cookie because you can’t believe what you just heard.

“Me? Why me?” You asked.

“Why you? Why not you? You’re incredibly sweet and hardworking. I’ve never seen so many loving eyes on one girl before. Everything you say to me makes me want you even more. I was afraid a lot of people had their eyes on you and I was afraid I would lose you to someone else. That’s why Kuai Liang told me to confess now. I just really want you in my life. You’re the only girl who has made my heart feel like this—this tingly feeling that reappears every time I see you.”

His words were so genuine you found it difficult to disagree or fight back on anything. His eyes were practically twinkling as he looked at you, waiting for a response. He was nervous that you would actually reject him. He was picking at his nails and he was biting his lip slightly.

“You mean, you still want to date me even though I’m,” you pointed to your chubby belly.

“So?”

Yeah, so what?

Don’t break his heart. If you do, you end up breaking your heart as well. It’s as clear as the night sky that Tomas really wanted you to be his girlfriend. It didn’t matter your size. He wants to love you and cherish you. He wants to kiss and caress you all night long. Do us all a favor and accept his lovin. It will do you both good. You know you want it.

“Well, you got me there. I can’t argue with that. I guess you just earned yourself a girlfriend and some double-glazed bear claws.” You smiled widely.

Tomas was beyond happy. He immediately hugged you and started to kiss you all over your face. Gosh, your skin was so soft against his lips. He could do this for hours. But you’re right, he did earn himself some bear claws.

You both sat around, eating your mistake baked goods together. You both were all smiles. There was a warm feeling that resonated with you. This has got to be the best day ever. Well if it wasn’t for Madame Bo slapping the back of Tomas’ head and yelling at him to leave already and stop eating the sweets. He booked it out of there while laughing, promising to return tomorrow.

Ain’t he just the sweetest?

After notes: Halfway through I ate a coconut cream pie to get motivation. I don't even like coconut but it hit! I feel like a jackass for making flan the favorite dessert in this fic. Idk why I'm not sending subliminal messages to make y'all want it. Ah whatever. Adiós!

[totallybakedcake]

I saw your Wind Breaker post! What if the Furin boys meet a reader connected to the Shishitoren boys (like a sibling or something) after their fight in the beginning and it goes from there?

Love at first sweet~

Today's day was off to a horrible start. Just knowing Choji and Shishitoren had engaged with Furin for a fight was making you want to leave your own cafe.

"Name- chan!" Feeling a pair of arms wrap around you, you knew it was time for Choji to drop by again. "What is it, Choji?" Flicking him on the forehead, you walked away to clean the tables.

"Is this a way to treat your brother like that? Also, why are you sounding like the old grandpa across the street?" He spoke in his usual fun voice, stuffing his mouth with a cake. "

Sighing, you went towards him and asked in a gloomy tone, "Why did you trigger Furin to have a battle? It was a harmless thing, and you took it way too far. What if you get hurt?" It was a desperate attempt to stop Choji and Shishitoren before they got hurt or worse.

"Ah, ah, name-chan, you worry so much. It is just for some fun and a test of Shishitoren's strength; nothing more lax, a little okay. Or else you might start getting headaches." Togame casually shrugged it off, placing his hands on your shoulder to calm you down.

"You know fighting for fun isn't fun." "Aah, name-chan, stop lecturing your older brother, hm? I want to eat in peace, isn't that right, kame-chan?" Choji ran to get other sweets as you just looked down on the floor, gripping your shorts tight.

"Don't worry. I will make sure we both come back safe and sound. Till then, how about we eat some  pastries?" Togame rubbed your back in a comforting manner as you came closer and gave him a hug. "I wish you were my brother more than him. I am trusting you to keep yourself safe, okay?" As you whispered that to him, Togame grabbed your hand as you two went to Choji.

~Time skip~

"Come on, Name I said sorry more than 30 times, and you are still here, not replying. I really am starting to think that you are turning old and more grumpy." Choji tried to lift your chin up and make you calm down, but all he got was you turning your head in the other direction. How could he? After all the times you tried to stop, you tried to warn them, asking them to be careful, but all they did was injure themselves badly.

"Togame Ni-san wasn't expecting this from you." Choji was reckless all the time, but Togame? He wasn't someone who would break a promise.

"Name I am sorry, but really, it was a good fight. We are now planning to change Shishitoren into a better place. You should also now be happy."

"Happy, are you freaking kidding me?" You yelled at them. All this time, you let go of anything they did, but today was not it." The day you became the leader of Shishitoren Choji was when I started getting more and more paranoid. The day when you beat up the members was when I wanted to stop you, but you wouldn't listen. All the times when the members and you both came to me bruised and bloody, I held myself back. You looked fine, but inside you were turning into a goddamn monster. I don't know; I don't know why I didn't stop you. I just wanted you and the others to be happy, to just enjoy yourselves, but heck no, you guys turned into monsters." Tears were flooding down your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. It felt horrible to see Choji taking things so liberally.

All of the students at Furin felt terrible seeing you cry so much. Togame and Choji could not even comfort you properly as your sobs got louder. All of them were bothered, but Umemiya was seemingly the most out of his mood. To him, seeing you cry reminded him of the time he was a kid. Helpless and crying. He knew he had to help somehow.

Your cries didn't seem to stop. Another pair of arms pulled you in for a warm hug. It was Umemiya hugging you tightly as she stroked your hair and rubbed your back. Choji and Togame also came towards you, squishing you. Nirei found it so great that he pulled Sakura and Suo to hug you too.

All of them kept telling you various things to comfort you, even though they were completely random. It made you laugh. "You make deliciosious sweets; how about opening a cafe in our area too so we can also enjoy your cooking?" Umemiya's big grin made you accept his offer and give sweets to everyone.

It was all because of these lovely sweets that you and Umemiya are now the cutest couple in Makochi.

This is the first request ever I have done and I hope it was decent. It sort of feels rushed and not that complete, I feel like I could have done better but overall It was pretty fun to write this work. Idk what else to say other than this is going to be my only umemiya fic for sometime as I am writing 3 other fics where he is not included so..

Have a great day :D!

[hotgirlssupportlando]

one day x lando norris pt 3

this is a part of my series following one day of every summer from 2016 onwards in y/n’s and landos lives, exploring their friendship and love for one another. ofc not a smooth ride with some angst and fights along the way. a friends to lovers, growing up together kind of thing. read first part here pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary of this part: y/n having a hard time adjusting to life at uni so she turns to her friend lando for comfort warnings: none? a little sad wc: 1,1k a/n: sorry it has been a while since posting, i've been finishing my masters thesis and processing lando's first win!!! yayyy :) BUT i'm going to upload more frequently now x

late summer of 2018

y/n was on the verge of tears, breathing heavily to calm herself as the outgoing facetime call echoed in her university dorm room. she was sat on the floor of the dark room with her back uncomfortably leaning against her bed.

”please, please, pleease lando pick up” she whispered desperately, praying that he wasn’t too busy preparing for another upcoming f2 weekend. seconds felt like minutes when the only person she wanted to talk to didn’t pick up his phone. y/n sighed and was about to end the call when the  deafening silence suddenly was cut with a loud and excited ”hellooo my smart girl!!”. in about two nanoseconds y/n could see that lando was at the gym training with jon, immediately regretting that she called.

”oh i’m sorry i can call you later” y/n said trying to sound as happy as she could in the state that she was in. but lando knew her from inside and out so her act wasn’t very convincing.

”hey y/n, what’s going on? are you okay?” lando said after processing the sight.

”yeah no it’s nothing.. i can call you when you’re done training” y/n said as she faked another smile. 

”y/n seriously you have a nice smile but you can’t convince anyone with that, i can see from miles away that something’s wrong. and however i’m done with training so i’m all yours” lando said with a concerned voice as he walked over to a private part of the gym. 

”thanks lan.. I, I just-” y/n whispered, looking away from the boy up to the ceiling to prevent any tears from developing. ”I just don’t fit in here lan.. it’s not at all what i thought it would be”

”oh darling.. i’m sorry to hear that”

”i just don’t know what to do, i haven’t even got any friends lando! how pathetic is that?? i’m surrounded with geeks and people with zero social skills who all have found friends but not me? ugh i just hate this place, i hate all these people..” 

the girl in his phone who had tried her best to keep it together bursted out into tears. ”you know how much i wanted this! i’ve always imagined that the university would be my thing, where i would find my place and blossom. but tell me how can i do that when all i manage to do is sit alone in classes, sit alone and eat and then go to my dorm to - surprise - sit alone on my bed being depressed.”

”i’m so sorry y/n..”

”…AND as the icing of the cake, not a single on of my friends are even close to fucking edinburgh - couldn’t somebody have prevented me from coming here? why didn’t i just stay in london where everybody else is? nooo, i just had to be special.” y/n sobbed as tears streamed down her face. 

”i ju-, just miss everyone so much lando. i miss my friends. i miss my family. i miss you. i miss you for not being five minutes from my home. i miss our drives and talks and laughs lando. it feels like i haven’t seen you in forever”

”i know y/n i miss you too, it has been too long since i saw you in any other place than my phone”

y/n wiped away her tears ”yeah.. i’m sorry i know you’re busy with everything in f2, i don’t mean to blame you for this.. i just miss your stupid hugs so damn much sometimes” she said as a small smile cracked upon her lips. 

”heey i didn’t know my hugs were that badly ranked” lando giggled receiving a laugh from y/n too. 

”and y/n?”

”hm?” ”why haven’t you told me that edinburgh is in a different timezone than london?” he asked.

”what? it isn’t? who tricked you into that?” y/n answered confused.

lando laughed, ”y/n look around you, it’s so pitch black in that room i can barely see you! the only thing my screen is picking up is your bleached teeth”

”lol lando it’s called depression” y/n laughed ”i’m always in depression-timezone, always hauntingly black surroundings, nothing for cheerful and life-enjoying boys like you” she joked.

”no, no, no let’s not go back to you being sad again, i just managed to make you happy again!!” lando proclaimed. 

”whoops sorry” she smiled ”no but seriously thank you lando, i really needed this. someone to vent to. but now i really have to go, i’m getting late to my class, even though i’m pretty sure no one’s missing me”

”stop it y/n, you’re missed, if not by your lame classmates then by me and all your friends and family”

”thanks lando, that’s very sweet of you. bye now” y/n smiled, this time genuinely. 

”bye darling”

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hours later that night y/n was, like every other night, sat on her bed watching friends for the millionth time. her newly made tea was way too hot to drink so she put the mug on her bedside table. as she was on her way to snuggle back under her sheets watching her series she heard a knock from her door. y/n froze. without moving too much and making any noise she looked at the clock on her wrist. 23:38. after watching way too many documentaries she automatically drew the conclusion that it with most certainty was a killer of some sort. with this in mind she quietly picked up the nearest item to defend herself with, a hot cup of tea. 

it knocked on the door again. but it wouldn’t be possible for anyone to enter the building without anybody noticing, right? y/n calmed down a little bit, taking her phone with her to be able to call for help if it was needed. slowly she walked to her door and opened it. the sight in front of her was beyond what she had imagined. it was lando. there he was standing in her corridor in the middle of the night with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and 12-pack of pepsi max in the other. the sight made her revisit the memory of them meeting two years ago when he, with the same smirk on his face and a similar bouquet of flowers in his hand, won a bet against her leading to their first kiss. y/n smiled when she noticed the pepsi in his other hand, as he since that day in 2016 always provided her with the drink as some sort of consolation prize for the lost bet.

”i heard you were in need of a stupid hug” lando smiled

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