#gentleman jack edit

[littlemagicalstardust]

[gentlejack]

( Anne in every scene ) -S02/E01“ Faith Is All ”

[bhpop]

So I'm working on a Deuce version of how the characters first reacted to seeing Eyeless-Yuu. {Might take a while since I can get pretty lazy ngl lol.}

So we all know Ace is a jerk right? {Our little jerk} Well he's a bit insensitive and obviously a jerk when he met Eyeless-Yuu after the ceremony. {This is when In-game Yuu and Grim were at the statues}

{This is mainly if y'all want Eyeless-Yuu having romantic interactions/relationships with the boys [except the staff, Ortho, and Grim] or platonic ones I don't mind.}

In case you can't see it well, for the first one he's saying "Oh your the eyeless weirdo from the ceremony...geeze your freakier up-front.", for the second one after getting to know Eyeless-Yuu he says "Even if you can't see me, I'm always happy to see you...".

So yeah Ace is a jerk towards Eyeless-Yuu {not physically but he's pretty snarky with them at first}, but he warms up to Yuu and offers to be their eyes when walking to class or down/up the stairs {he holds their hand or gives them piggy back rides so they won't get hurt}. You know when Riddle insulted In-game Yuu, I don't doubt Ace would have also punched him for saying something about Eyeless-Yuu's vulnerable state and past. {Riddle wouldn't take it too far but he'd still be mean about it, he cringes at himself in shame when he randomly remembers what he said after redeeming himself after Chapter 1}

Bonus: So when Eyeless-Yuu needs help down/up stairs there are those who will hold their hand or carry them.

Will hold their hand:

Riddle, Carter, Ace, Jade, Azul, Vil, Epel, Ortho, Idia, Silver, Lilia, Kalim {edit lol}

{Staff: Crewel, Sam, Trein}

Will carry them {bridal style}:

Trey, Deuce, Leona {no arguing he's carrying Eyeless-Yuu}, Ruggie, Jack {he's a gentleman}, Floyd {hes pretty bold}, Jamil {edited}, Rook, Sebek, Malleus

{Staff: Crowley {he's generous and feels too bad for Eyeless-Yuu}, Vargas {he ain't putting them down till they make up to the very top/bottom}

[juniperskye]

Without You

Sneak Peek: Aaron and you have been dating for over a year now…the thing is, the BAU team has no idea. When Aaron does something reckless that could cost him his life, will you expose the relationship you have worked so hard to keep under wraps?

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2371

Warnings: One use of y/n, age gap, mentions of anxiety/anxiety attack, some language, canon typical violence, mentions of death, explosion, BAU case details (similar to those of s7e23), severe emotional pain, mentions of Haley’s death, mention of Jack, secret relationship, JJ is still the media liaison (it just fit better for the plot) if I missed any – let me know!

Not edited - please be kind.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Aaron Hotchner had very quickly become your best friend. Your friendship had come so naturally, despite a pretty significant age gap. After two years of what could only be described as painfully obvious yearning from both parties, Aaron finally gained the courage to ask you to dinner. Even though it took two weeks before you could actually act on that invitation, the date had gone better than expected. Aaron had been a perfect gentleman; bringing you flowers, opening your door, holding your hand, paying for your meal, actually listening when you spoke.

That’s why it had been so easy to fall in love with him. Things with Aaron truly had been effortless, falling into a comfortable routine in which you would drive to his place after work, relieve the babysitter, get Jack started on homework while you got dinner going. Since meeting Jack, back before you’d even begun dating Aaron, you were one of his favorite people. You had spoiled Jack since you’d met the boy, he was just so sweet, and he’d reminded you of your nephews…it was easy to spend time with him. Aaron would come home to Jack helping set the table and you plating up the food. He’d wrap you up in an embrace and the three of you would sit and enjoy your meal while discussing how your days went (mostly Jack talking about school).

The one thing in your relationship that had not been effortless was keeping it a secret from your team. There had already been much speculation as to whether or not Aaron and you had feelings for one another amongst the agents. Dave was the one who pestered Aaron the most, constantly encouraging him to take a chance on love, that it wouldn’t always end like it had with Haley. In your case it had been Penelope, she and you had grown close over your time at the BAU, and she could see the tell-tale signs of a blossoming crush for your superior.

The two of you hadn’t initially planned to hide your relationship, but after many late-night conversations about it and a lengthy pros and cons list, you had determined, for the time being, keeping things quiet was the best option. That was nearly eleven months ago. You and Aaron had been together for about a year and a half, living together for four months…things had not been easy. You guys had to work hard to keep your feelings at bay on tough missions. There had been an instance of you getting stabbed by an unsub, thankfully the wound was superficial, and you were fine, but it had taken everything in Aaron not to run to you and take you into his arms. That was one of many hardships you had faced, but none of those would have prepared you for today.

A call had come in to the BAU at 9:53 am. The call rang to Aaron’s direct line, which meant it was a time sensitive case, usually a child abduction or in this case, a hostage situation. Aaron came out of his office swiftly, calling everyone’s attention without even speaking.

“There is a hostage situation at First Union bank. We’ve been called in by Virgina PD, who is already on the scene and SWAT is currently on their way as well. Everyone needs to gather their things and head to the garage” Aaron gave his orders, and everyone sprang into action.

As you all made your way to the government issued SUVs, Aaron continued briefing everyone and he gave out assignments.

“Alright Garcia and Reid, I want you two in the mobile command unit digging into our unsubs, we need to identify them. JJ, I need you to control the media with this, I don’t want any details getting out without my approval. Morgan and Prentiss go check in with SWAT and go over our plan. Y/N and Dave you will take point on the negotiations. Understood?” Aaron looked to everyone for confirmation.

There were collective nods, and everyone went to their separate posts to get started. You and Dave made your way over to one of the command center tents, discussing with the officers there that you would be in charge of the negotiations. They filled you in on what had happened thus far, and you worked to devise your initial approach. Dave and you had made contact with the unsubs, they were demanding a helicopter and one million dollars (a truly ridiculous request on their part). Approximately fifteen minutes later, Garcia and Reid rushed to where you, Dave and Aaron were standing.

“We have identified the unsubs! The two men are brothers, Michael and James Snyder. They are connected to at least eight other bank robberies around the northeastern United Staes. The woman, her name is Katiya Kuznetsov she is not connected to the robberies, but she is flagged under the FBI’s most wanted. She’s thought to be the mastermind behind dozens of explosions in North America from the last nine months.” Garcia explained. Aaron radioed to request the bomb squad.

“Why would she be working with these two? Robbing banks isn’t quite the same M.O. as blowing up buildings.” You questioned.

“We looked into it, and it seems that she may have connections to someone who owns a safety deposit box at this bank. We don’t know what is in it, but we were able to narrow down the list of potentials.” Reid answered.

“This changes things, we need to get in there and apprehend them. We need to get the civilians out. I think our best option would be for us to breach with SWAT and local PD.” Aaron explained.

“Hotch, that seems a little drastic don’t you think? If we just barge in there, who’s to say they don’t just start shooting the hostages. Dave and I were making progress and now that we know who they are, perhaps we can get them to break.” You could feel your anxiety eating away at you, the thought of Aaron barging in there terrified you.

“Sorry kid, but I’m with Aaron on this one. We were making some progress, but not enough and given this new information, I think it is safe to assume that there is probably a bomb in the bank somewhere, the sooner we get the hostages out, the better.” Rossi shut your idea down.

You could feel the bile rising up your throat. Your palms were starting to sweat and your pulse quickening. You knew what was about to happen, Aaron was going to give out assignments which meant he was diving headfirst into danger while he ensured your safety.

“Alright here’s what we will do, Morgan and I will go in the front, try to talk the unsubs down. Prentiss and Reid you will go through the back, with SWAT and the bomb squad try to locate the explosive and disable it. Garcia, I want you to keep eyes inside the bank the whole time, keep us posted of everything you see through comms. Dave and you can stay out here and monitor the phones, I want you to call in to distract them while we enter, I think it might buy us some leeway.” Aaron gave the assignments.

You gave Aaron a pointed look, one that expressed all of your nerves and anxiety. He looked back at you, it was stern as far as any onlooker could tell, but you could see the softness flash across his features. He was silently telling you that everything would be okay, and for a moment, you believed that it would be.

Time seemed to slow then. Everyone was moving, following orders hastily. But you, you were glued to your spot…Dave’s hand on your shoulder is what finally snapped you out of your thoughts.

“He’ll be okay kid.” Dave tried to soothe your nerves.

You called into the bank to try and steal the attention of the unsubs as Aaron had requested, all the while agents were moving through the bank. Suddenly Garcia’s voice rang over the comms.

“One of the unsubs slipped away. I’m assuming to get to the explosive. I am working to get the blueprints of the bank so we can figure out where it is set up.” Garcia rushed.

Gunshots echoed through the air, the comms were buzzing with shouts from Aaron, Morgan, Prentiss, Dave and some other voices you couldn’t pin down.

The fact that you could hear Aaron’s voice helped to calm your nerves as he clearly hadn’t been shot. His next words soothed your mind even more so.

“We have Michael and James in custody, Morgan is walking the hostages out now. I am going to go and assist the others in finding Katiya and the explosive.” Aaron called over the comms.

Dave could see you tense at Aaron’s words; he once again laid his hand on your shoulder in hopes to ease your mind. Morgan walked over to you and Dave after placing the unsubs in the police cars that were standing by.

What happened next brought your world crashing down.

The silence over the comms had been eerie. Everything paused and then it happened. The bank had exploded, right before your eyes. You had been far enough away that the blast hadn’t knocked you over, but it still left your ears ringing.

Had Morgan and Dave’s ears not already been ringing they definitely would have been after the scream that ripped through your body.

“NOO!!!!!” You screamed.

You couldn’t form a coherent thought; you sobbed and lurched your body forward in hopes of going to find Aaron. Before you could make it three steps, Morgan had his arms around your waist holding you back. He turned you around and held you while you pounded your fists against his chest.

“Sweetheart you can’t go in there. I know we have people in there and waiting for them to get out is going to feel like an eternity. But until we get any sort of confirmation, we need to try and stay positive.” Morgan explained.

Garcia and JJ joined you, Dave and Morgan, tears streaming down their faces, all of them silently hoping your team family would make it out unscathed.

You could feel it coming on, the more time had passed. Your breaths were shallow, body clammy, your vision was going blurry, you were having a hard time keeping yourself upright. Dave was the one to notice and lead you away from the group, he held your hands and was saying something about you needing to match his breathing.

“Dave I…I c-can’t. W-what if he doesn’t make it out? I w-would d-die without him Dave!” You hiccupped.

“He’s going to make it out. But remember that you are strong and no matter what happens you will make it through this.” Dave reminds you.

“No! Dave, you don’t understand without Aaron, sure, the rain would fall, the children would play, the tides would change but I-I would die.” You looked away from Dave momentarily “I die without you.” You whispered.

You saw heads start turning in the direction of the alleyway that was adjacent to what was once the bank, as you followed suit, the bile returned – easing its way up your throat.  A body bag, with no other signs of Aaron. Your mind jumped to the worst-case scenario and your legs finally gave out. Dave tried to catch you as you fell to the ground, another gut-wrenching sob ripping its way through you.

You didn’t register the loss of Dave’s arms around your shoulders, not until he moved to pull you up off the ground and turn you in the direction of the group of agents making their way towards you. You tried to protest, telling Dave that nothing mattered anymore, until he physically turned your chin towards them.

“Aaron?” It came out as an exhale, below a whisper.

“Aaron?” This time was a bit louder, gaining your voice back.

“Aaron!” A shout this time as you could see his eyes scanning the crowd for you.

His gaze snapped to you as you ran towards him, looking him over to ensure that he is unharmed before you launch yourself into his arms. He lifted you fully and allowed you to wrap your legs around his waist, he could feel your tears soaking the collar of his shirt. He gently shushed you assuring you that he was okay and that everyone was safe.

“T-the b-body bag, I-I thought it. I thought it was you, Aaron.”

“It was Katiya, she was trying to detonate it when we found her, we had just enough time to get to some sort of vault, but when it went off, the debris trapped us in. Honey, I am so sorry I scared you. I’m alright though, not even a scratch.” Aaron brushed his hand over the back of your head as you brought your feet back to the ground.

He looked into your eyes, he could tell that your brain was trying to process everything, all the emotions you had just been feeling, along with the relief you must be feeling now. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned in and kissed you. It was a kiss that said I was terrified of losing you but we’re safe and here together now. As he pulled away, you rested your foreheads against one another’s.

You knew that there would be tons of questions from the team but honestly in this moment you couldn’t care less because Aaron was safe and back in your arms. This moment that you were sharing allowed a few things to become clear for you and Aaron. You knew that he was the one for you, nobody else, and you were sure you wouldn’t survive losing him. He came to realize that it was time for him to pull that ring from the back of his sock drawer and finally ask you for forever, he thought that maybe it was time for him to step back and take that promotion Strauss had continuously offered. All he knew was that he couldn’t risk what you two had. Without you…he couldn’t even finish the thought because that wasn’t even an option.

[arsenic-catnep]

Icky BFF Sanji? But this time dubcon Halloween edition~~~

Icky BFF On Halloween

Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader

Absolutely buys matching costumes.

He's a prince and you're a princess of course.

"What, no. The skirt isn't too short, it's supposed to be slutty."

Takes you out to Halloween parties just to get you drunk so it's easier to convince you to fuck him.

Will take you to a haunted house just so you can hold onto him when you're scared. It drives him wild when he feels your tits press against his shoulder as you cling to him.

He'll also put on horror movies for the same reason.

Loves to watch you lick and suck on lollipops. He makes sure there's plenty of those in your candy bag.

Will sabotage your costume so something tears or pops off and exposes you to him.

He'll act like a gentleman and offer to try and fix it, and gropes you in the process.

Takes lots of pictures of you in compromising positions throughout the night. Then jacks off to them later.

[chemical-killjoy]

Healing Kiss part 2

Jack Dawkins x Female Reader

Summary: smut following the first part. Yeah it's mostly just smut

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: very fluffy but VERY smutty

Author's Note: yeah so this has been sitting in my "to edit and publish" folder since April... Sorry!!!! I hope it's OK and still interesting.

It was nighttime and Jack still couldn't get you off his mind. He felt dirty, and hated himself for what happened. How could you open up to him like that and he just took advantage? He lost himself in the moment, he showed too much emotion, and quite probably made you too uncomfortable for words. But then why, when he looked up to see if there was a small chance that you wanted more, were you blushing wildly and biting your lip? Why was your breathing so quick? And the way you said his name was so... So... there weren't the words for it. Nor how soft your skin felt under his touch. How beautiful the sent of your perfume was in such close proximity. How you looked like a goddess, even with bruises.

The thoughts wouldn't leave his mind, and he quickly grew hard at the memories of how close he was to your heat. Lying in bed with only a single candle lit, Jack started to work his crotch, rubbing over his pants at first then pulling his erection out for better access. Soft pants left his lips as he worked himself, eyes fluttering shut. Again, however, Jack was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Jack?” you called.

You were lying in bed and couldn't sleep, ruminating on your encounter Jack. It was turning you on whenever you thought about it, but you couldn't help the creeping doubt. What if it was just in your head? What if things where going to be weird? And the worst thought: what if he ended up being like every other man and just wanting your body? The voices in your head started screaming at you, and while you knew it wasn't a good idea (what if someone saw you sneaking into Jack's bedroom at night? Your reputation as a lady would be destroyed, your family ruined!), you needed to see your best friend, even if he—or your feelings towards each other, whatever they may be—were the problem.

You stood outside Jack's door for a second, trying to work out what to say, before finally just giving up, knocking on the door and calling his name. He was your best friend, you didn't need to be anyone but yourself in front of him.

A flustered sounding yell of “just a second!” graced your ears as you heard Jack rummage and rush about in his room. For the first time all day you smiled, laughing at the ridiculousness. But you stopped laughing when Jack opened the door.

Jack was a sight to behold, blond hair ruffled and hovering over one eye, nightshirt exposing the majority of his chest, with tight pyjama bottoms, and a flush to his cheeks from rushing around. He was leaning against the door frame, and you couldn't help but notice the barely hidden erection in his pants.

“Hi.” Jack said, surprised to see you, and feeling more than a little uncomfortable considering what he had been thinking of when touching himself moments ago was standing right in front of him.

“Uh.” You tried to remind yourself how to speak as your brain short-circuited. Get a grip, you thought. “I couldn't sleep. I was just, um, thinking too much, I guess.”

Jack nodded and ushered you into his room before shutting the door. The room was small, with one bed and one window, a wardrobe, a table, and clutter everywhere. There was a single candle lit on the table, and the room smelt earthy with a hint of leather. Overall it was just overwhelmingly him. Jack pulled out a chair for you and pushed it in—a gentleman, even half dressed in his pyjamas—and sat down opposite you.

“What were you thinking about?” Jack offered, breaking the silence.

“I-” you hesitated for a moment. “I was just thinking about earlier today, actually.”

“Oh?” Jack said in a 'what about it?' tone.

“When you were kissing my bruises. And my arms... and hands. I... I just don't want things to be weird between us and I don't know if I'm misinterpreting things, but it's just making me panic a little cause I really don't want to lose you.” You finished your small ramble, slowing down on the last words, and became very interested in the hangnail on your finger. Jack stopped you, putting a hand over yours.

“You don't need to do that with me,” Jack said, looking at your hands and back to your eyes. “I don't bite.” You smiled.

“I know. I just get scared.”

“I know you do. But I'm not going anywhere, alright? I could never leave you, and I never intend to hurt you. You're everything to me.”

When you looked up, Jack's eyes were honest but shielded, as though he was trying to tell you through his eyes what his lips wouldn't say. You knew the feeling, as you looked back at him with hope.

“I also wanted to say thank you,” you spoke carefully, unsure of yourself but determined to take one step closer. “For the kisses. It did help, I do feel a bit better.” You looked up at him from under long lashes in your best attempt at flirting without giving yourself away.

“I'm more than happy to have helped; and I'd be honoured to help some more anytime, if you'd allow me.” Jack gave a soft half-smile as he spoke.

“I do feel a bit sore actually, now that I think about it.”

“Then let me take that pain.” Jack said tucking your hair behind your ear.

You both rushed forward to kiss each other, but stopped just short of each others lips, hesitant. But Jack's lips softly brushed yours and a wave of electricity coursed through your body. You pulled each other closer over the table, eyes shut and lips lost in discovering the other person's. But the desire between you had been growing over time, and now that it was sparking out of control, a kiss wasn't enough. Wordlessly, the two of you stood up, abandoning your chairs and the table in favour of being chest to chest, your hands in Jack's hair, his cupping the back of your head and around your waist to draw you in closer. It wasn't long until you were both moaning into the kiss. You couldn't ignore Jack's erection any longer, and your body took over to grind against him. Jack bucked his hips against you once, then started to kiss along your jawline and down your neck. He picked you up and sat you on the table and you wrapped your legs around him. You gasped and moaned when Jack bit your neck, and the hand from your waist reached to massage your breasts.

“Jack.” You moaned as he left a trail of kisses down your neck, inching lower to your chest. Jack hummed back in response. His hand came to play with the strap of your nightgown, and he stopped for a second to look up at you, eyes asking. You nodded, and Jack gently pulled the straps down.

“Fuck, you're perfect.” A groan escaped Jack's lips as he took in the sight of you—naked from the waist up, lips swollen and hair tussled from kissing him on his desk. Brushing a hand through your hair, Jack let his hand rest on the base of your head again before kissing you, open mouthed and hot. You pulled Jack in from the waist and sighed at the sensation of the thin fabric of his nightshirt against your hardened buds. Jack's hand that wasn't on your neck gave a gentle squeeze to your breasts, pinching as rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You moaned into the kiss, and grinded against Jack's hips. Jack stopped the kiss as his hand rubbed the top of your thigh, inching under your skirt.

“Stop me, if I go too far, alright?” Jack said, earnestly.

You bit your lip and nodded. But it wasn't enough for Jack.

“Words, sweetheart. I need to be sure.” His hand was ghosting the inside of your upper thigh now, driving you wild, but he refused to go further until you spoke.

“Jack,” you whined. “Touch me.”

Jack's fingers brushed against your naked core, collecting the wetness. You let out a high pitched sigh when his thumb found your clit, and Jack continued kissing you. As he rubbed your clit at an agonising pace, his fingers found your entrance, and slowly, he pushed a finger in. You gasped into the kiss, and it was killing Jack not to just take you then and there. But he wanted you to feel safe. Loved. Adored. He could wait.

“More,” you mumbled against his lips, when suddenly a second finger was thrust into you. Jack started working his fingers faster, and you rocked your hips, holding Jack close in an embrace. When he kissed down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, you felt the tightness in your core begin to build. You wanted more, you needed more—but you were scared.

“Jack, stop.” You said softly through pants. Even though you asked for it, you whined a little at the empty sensation when he removed his fingers.

“Are you alright, love, did I do something?” Jack asked, concerned eyes meeting yours.

For a moment you forgot why you asked him to stop, too busy having your heart warm at the nicknamed you'd never heard him call you before. How you wished for him to call you 'love' all the time.

“No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, I, uh. I'm just a little scared. I've never actually done any of this before and I...” you trailed off.

Jack waited patiently as you looked anywhere but him. He brought a hand to your cheek, guiding you back to look at him.

“Hey, look at me. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. How can I make you more comfortable? Do you want to stop?”

“No!” you exclaimed, causing Jack to laugh a little as his ego inflated. You rolled your eyes. “No, I'm just a little insecure. Like, what if I make a weird face?” Jack laughed again.

“I promise you, any face you make will be either adorable, or so insanely sexy that I won't be able to contain myself.” He kissed your nose. “And if you're still scared, we could always just cum at the same time.”

You let out a strangled mix of a laugh and a gasp at Jack's crudity. After all, you were still nobility and not used to hearing such things. But when you thought about it, you couldn't think of anything better.

“You know,” you started, slowly, hand trailing down Jack's chest. “I think I like that idea.” You hooked a finger into his pants, pulling him closer, and whispered in his ear. “I really like that idea.”

Jack's lips were once more on yours, and he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to his bed. You laughed into the kiss until Jack gently bit your lower lip, and a moan replaced the giggle. Jack lay you on the bed and stood up to take his shirt off, before crawling over you. The pair of you groaned at the skin on skin contact, kissing each other as your hands roamed and you hips met. After a moment you reached for Jack's pants, and he took the cue, quickly stripping you both of your last items of clothing.

You bit your lip as your eyes wandered the naked Dodger, as he did the same to you. Your eyes widened at his length. You squirmed under his gaze, squeezing your thighs together for relief.

“God, you're beautiful.” Jack said, climbing back on top of you and kissing you like he had never done so before.

You gasped as Jack's hard on rubbed against your entrance, your hands rubbing his back as you kissed. Jack held you closer as he kissed you before detaching his lips from you and pressing his forehead against yours. For a heartbeat there was silence, as you felt his breath fanning your face. You opened your eyes, and a moment later Jack opened his. Your breath caught seeing how much he cared for you written on his face. He nuzzled your nose with his.

“Y/N,” his voice was low, full of desperate desire, but determined never to hurt you. His eyes flickered shut again. “If you don't want this, tell me now. You can change your mind, and I won't hold it against you.” He opened his pleading eyes. You nuzzled back against him and said softly “I want this, Jack. I want you.”

With that, Jack thrust into you, and you cried out as he groaned at the same time, eyes shut in pleasure. You whined a little in pain, and Jack kissed you softly, holding your hand until you nodded your head. The pain gave way to pleasure as Jack started to move. The friction was delicious and as you wrapped your legs around him for deeper thrusts, he picked up the pace. The bed frame hit the wall as the pair of you rocked, and you raked your nails down Jack's back. He kissed you, still holding both your hands with his. Jack released on hand and slipped it between you, slowly rubbing your clit. You whimpered at his feather-light touch, and Jack moaned loudly as you clenched around him. It wasn't long before you felt the tightness in your stomach again, and you looked at Jack with pleading eyes.

“You're perfect.” he reminded you, before kissing you fiercely, sending you over the edge. Watching you come undone beneath him, feeling you tense around him in ecstasy was enough for Jack to reach his high too, and he grunted and moaned into your neck as he came in you. Squeezing your hand tight, Jack rode the pair of you through your highs, before collapsing on top of you.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. Eloquent, you thought. Jack just laughed.

“I could say the same.” Jack raised the hand he was still holding to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Even in your position, you still blushed.

Jack climbed off you, and held you to his chest. You snuggled in, nervous for whatever could come next, struck by the anxiety of the unknown.

“Y/N, I hope it's not out of bound for me to be saying this, but I have been hopelessly, maddeningly in love with you since the moment I first saw you. I have never been the same since. If you won't have me, I understand, but I feel like you deserve to know that, all things considered.”

You were in shock for a moment before craning your head to look into the eyes you loved so much.

“Jack, I don't know what to say,” you felt him tense under you, bracing himself. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“Because I'm not exactly of your class, Y/N. And while class doesn't mean shit to me, it does to society. And I am still not deserving of you. I didn't want to lose you. Then you got engaged to Mr. Ass-wipe.”

You snorted at the name, and the overwhelming jealousy in his voice.

“Jack, I would have left him for you in a heartbeat. I love you.”

It was Jack's turn to be in shock as he pulled his head back to look at you, brows furrowed.

“You're not joking?”

“Jack, I literally just gave you my virginity and reputation as a lady. No, I am not kidding.” You gave a soft laugh at Jack's adorable smile, as pure as a puppy.

“I don't know what to say now.” Jack said, laughing a little. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jack.” You kissed him once more, and this was different than all the other kisses. It wasn't driven by desire, it wasn't scared. It was slow, and deep. Full of love.

After a while the pair of you fell asleep. You would face the next day as it comes. But for now, all that mattered was you were in each others arms. Loved.

[blackbat05]

Halloween Edition (young Gen?)

Players surviving in haunted houses:

Jannik: Will apologize if he accidentally smacks the ghost (only because he was scared of Carlos’ scream)

Carlos: Scared shitless and his big brown eyes are wet with tears. One of his many dads promises to get him something sweet (I didn’t say which dad)

Holger: Unbothered, he has enough childhood trauma to help him get through this haunted house.

Jack: Is holding Jannik’s hand because he’s too scared but still wants to be a gentleman.

[ladyvertewithenvy]

Savanaclaw Headcanons

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

Genre: Romantic and/or Platonic

Characters Included: Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchie, and Leona Kingscholar

Prompt: Just some headcanons I made originally for my little sister. They're revamped for a wider and mature audience.

Slight warning: My headcanons include a variety of song selections. Not all are appropriate. So listen to them at your own risk and choice.

(Edit: The orange ones were what my best friend recommended)

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

.°˖✧ Jack Howl ✧˖°.

𓃦 Relationships? Pfft! Never!..

(Yes he would, he’s a liar. Even the game admits that he’s a tsundere that can’t keep up with the bit. So let’s dissect that a little)

(According to Jack, wolf beastmen normally have one person that they consider their special someone. Only, because they mate for life and are never apart no matter what. Because Jack is confident that he will have that sort of life in the future, he’s not actively seeking someone.)

(In other words, he’s completely okay with the concept of love. He just doesn’t necessarily follow modern dating culture. Not only that, but he’s fine with no getting much romantic attention. Which means, hope you’re patient, because this is the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn)

𓃦 He’s a very sweet guy towards you.

An utter gentleman that does his best to make sure you’re happy, safe, and most of all comfortable around him. This isn’t how he looks up to Ruggie and treats him also like a higher up. This is different, because for his special someone, it’s more. Which is why he goes beyond the limit that he sets himself.

You’re thirsty and want a specific drink? He’ll sprint to Sam’s Shop (which just so happened to be on the other side at the academy) and hand it to you with a happy tail wagging. Do you need a hair tie? Well, he just Happened to have a scrunchie in his bag. Totally not because he bought a small scrunchie packet for you in case you forget yours. It’s raining and there’s a puddle? Well, he doesn’t have a jacket- so he’ll have to just throw himself on the puddle. That one was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get it. He’s not going to hide how much he cares about. Because he sees no reason to. You’re his forever.

𓃦 His nickname for you

He doesn’t like most flowers. Mostly because they’re usually too smelly and strong smells give him a headache. But he does like most plants, especially his cacti. His nickname for you could be flower. Because for him, it’s one of the few flowers worth protecting, and worth having so close.

𓃦 His love language(s)

His love languages are touch and words of affirmation. As much as he’ll deny he doesn’t enjoy it, it’s hard to believe anything he says when a good hug gets his tail wagging, you know?

𓃦 Part of the family? Of course!

While it may take a while for the two of you to get together, it's undeniable how inseparable you two have become.

Every summer, once you two are actually together, he’ll take you to his home to meet his family and go sailing with his little siblings. For him, it’s nice to have someone his age. It makes looking after his little siblings a lot easier.. Not to mention that it’s unapologetically domestic. Which makes his aspirations for a love like his family seem all the more reachable.

𓃦 Songs Jack could listen to:

✓ Whoomp (There it is!) by Tag Team

✓ Who Let the Dogs Out? By Baha Men

✓ Pump It! By The Black Eyed Peas

✓ My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy

✓ Phoenix by Cailin Russo

✓ Enemy by Imagine Dragons

✓ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

𓃦 Songs that make me think of Jack:

✓ Running with the wolves by Aurora

✓ White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

✓ Does the Swallow Dream of Flying by Cosmo Sheldrake

✓ Run Boy Run by Woodkid

✓ Hope by NF

✓ Guillotine by Jon Bellium

✓ Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

.°˖✧ Ruggie Bucchie ✧˖°.

𓃟 Love? Yeah sure, why not?

Ruggie’s not against the idea of a relationship, he just doesn’t see himself in one any time soon because of all the trouble on his plate.

He doesn’t have a lot of free time. And he can’t pay for others when going out, he can barely pay for himself. I mean, this is the same guy who uses Leona’s hand me downs for school. You take a guess how much cash he has in his pocket.

Can’t really buy flowers or chocolates for someone he might like. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to charm your socks off.

Ideally, he would like to be with someone understanding of his financial troubles. And doesn’t expect to completely bend his back over for them. Afterall, a relationship is supposed to be a two way street, right? He may not always have time for you because of his jobs or side hustles, but that sure doesn’t mean he won’t try and be there for you.

So what if he can’t give you some shiny roses for your anniversary? He can find some wild flowers in a field and give you a pretty flower crown just for you. It’s the thought that counts, right?

All in all, he wants someone supportive. Someone equally fervent on their goals and willing to be a sorta partner in crime.

No one’s perfect. And hey, you may not fit the bill. But make him happy. That’s the most important thing… and maybe buy him some donuts on his birthday if you can.

𓃟 He’s your backup!

Ruggie once in a while helps do your makeup for ceremonies. He’s not the most professional, but he had a part time job for it once. He knows how difficult it can be to fix yourself up for events. He’ll carry any emergency makeup in his pockets or bag, since he knows you well enough that you might need a touch-up midway.

Things like that are stuff you really appreciate. Because it's not just makeup.

Sometimes it's snacks he made for when you're hungry (which you two are both definitely sharing). Sometimes he keeps your sunglasses for certain occasions.

In other words, if you're a little bit of the forgetful type, he's got you covered. Don't worry, he likes being helpful. And besides, you'll never be as bad as Leona when it comes to taking care of you.

Caring for you is a choice. And a choice he doesn't regret doing. You're worth the trouble, a lot more than you think.

𓃟 You’re his cheerleader!

He’ll happily admit that he enjoys it when you cheer him on during practices and games. It’s so different now that you’re around. Before, he played for the possibility of getting a scholarship, or getting noticed by any companies that are recruiting more players… but now he plays so you can cheer him…. AND because of money. So it’s a win/win!

𓃟 His nickname for you

Calls you deer on purpose. Because it sounds like dear, the affirmational pet name, and the animal. You’re not a lot like him. Much more of a goody two-shoes. He loves you all the same. It’s his nickname for you.

𓃟 He's kinda clingy

Hyenas are very clingy partners, especially the males (don’t hold me up on that). So, he’s openly pretty touchy. Holding your hand to walk you to class, hugging you after not seeing you all day. A lot of forehead kisses to assure you of things. But never too much. He cares about how you’re feeling more than anything. He’ll never push for anything more than what you want.

Speaking of touch, he despises it when you tug his tail. Please stop doing that. He knows it’s fluffy and stuff. You can brush, but enough with the pulling.

𓃟 His Love language(s)

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. He’s been told that he’s just a runt all his life. Forced to work twice as hard as the kids his age because he’s not privileged like everyone else. Sometimes a guy likes being told that he’s doing great. Or that he’s doing his best.

Acts of service is particularly his favorite because he doesn’t really have enough money to buy you most of the things you want. And any money he does receive from his jobs and side-gig is always used for his necessities. He barely has enough clothes for himself, let alone he has enough to buy you something you want..

He’s really grateful for the little things. When you fold his laundry, tend out the clothes, get in line for him at the cafeteria. You make the burden he carries a little easier. And he’s grateful for that.

Likewise, he does the same. Of course, you picked the worst tutor imaginable, but he does try his best to help you with homework. For you, he prefers preparing meals for you and ironing your uniforms in the morning. But this depends if you’re a morning person or not. If you’re a morning person instead, he’ll have your bed ready and your pajamas all picked out so that you can just slip them off and head straight to snoozing.

𓃟 Part of the family? Of course!

Once you two are together, he’s very happy to introduce you to his grandma. He knows that she’ll love you.

Sometimes he’ll wonder if his mom would love you just as much if she were alive. He doesn’t think about his parents often. But he knows that his relationship with you isn’t a regular one. I mean, who gives leftover quiches from scratch instead of flowers on dates? Still, he hopes he’s enough. That he’s doing enough for you. It would suck if he wasn’t. If there really was a wish that could come true from his heart… He’d wish for a high paying job, and for handmade bouquets to stop being so out of his budget.

𓃟 Songs Ruggie could listen to:

✓ Lose Yourself by Eminem

✓ Where this Flower Blooms by Tyler, The Creator

✓ Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar

✓ Fuck Da Police by Dr. Dre

✓ Cash In Cash Out by Pharell Williams, 21 Savage, Tyler, The Creator

✓ redrum by 21 Savage

✓ HISS by Megan Thee Stallion

𓃟 Songs that remind me of Ruggie:

✓ Prrrum by Cosculluela

✓ Arcangel: Bzrp Sessions Vol. 54

✓ Tango del Pecado by Calle 13

✓ Rompe by Daddy Yankee

✓ Delincuente by Tokischa, Anuel AA, Nengo Flow

✓ Soy una Gargola by Alex Gargolas, Randy

✓ Chambea by Bad Bunny

(Edit: My best friend and I have claimed him as the honorary latino in the group. Sorry not Sorry.)

.°˖✧ Leona Kingscholar ✧˖°.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Love? Ugh

This walking ball of sass barely has a single romantic bone in his body. If he can somehow find a way to kill the mood of a romantic night where all the stars are out, then yes, he kills his own chances at love because he probably thinks something stupid along the lines that he seldom deserves it.

Something like, what self-respecting lady (or gentleman or in-between) could ever want something as pathetic as him.

However, as self deprecating and difficult as this man can get, I don't think he's utterly against the concept. Simply apprehensive. It's not just a slow burn. It's a slow burn where you gotta learn how to make the damn candle first with this one.Not to mention that he's gonna be questioning for most of it once he realizes how much he softened up for you.

For Leona, you just need to be patient.He doesn't need to love himself first to love you. He just needs proof that your love for him won't disappear after the hard times. (In other words when he's being the most difficult)

He'll return that love in full once he sees it's worth of shot.

Just make him feel he's worth a sacrifice. And what better way than simply giving him your heart?

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His nickname for you

If you’re shorter than him, he’s calling you little mouse. Not just because you’re shorter, but because of how much you meddle and have enough guts to seek him out the way you do. The nickname also stems from Aesop’s “A Lion and the Mouse”

The story is about a mouse that pleads for his life against a lion. The lion, being amused by the idea of a defenseless creature like the mouse helping, laughs at the idea and releases him. By the end of the fable, it’s the mouse that saves his life when he gets caught in a huntsman’s trap.

Leona sees this sort of relationship between you and him. Being able to spot each other in different situations. He may never verbally admit it so easily, but he does have a tender spot for you in that dumb rock in his chest he calls a heart. Which is why he gets annoyed if you’re ever too insecure of your own abilities. He knows what you’re capable of. So it’s irritating when you don’t.

“Really herbivore? This song and dance again? Hard to believe this is the same little mouse that helped in defeating me back in the Magical Shift tournament.”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Not the nicest sharer

Despises sharing his food, but will act none the wiser when you sneak a bite from his plate. It’s gutsy. As long as you try to be discreet, he won’t tell.. Much. Just don't be surprised when he does the same with little apology.

It’s not just food either. He’s just very territorial with most things.

You of course are included. The moment he sees someone in his peripheral vision giving you enough of hard time that it’s causing a racket, then suddenly your problem is also his problem

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ You wanna scare him? Hah!

Good luck trying to scare this hardass. His senses are too sharp for that. So it’s really hard to actually get him scared. Leona’s capable of even sensing someone watching several clicks away. But, since it’s you, if you try to scare him… he might just act a little bit. Maybe a little jump or a twitch to give you motivation. Lions do that for their cubs so they can have more motivation to improve their skills for hunting. It’s basically what he’s doing so that you don’t get all sour with him… even if he thinks it’s really funny how mad you get about it.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Personal Space? Never heard of her (According to you)

He hates it when you’re interrupting his naps. Cats need their sleep, you know? Not to mention they’re incredibly territorial of where they go, so he’s not too keen on sharing his secret spots. The only time he’ll be quiet about it is when you really need him. Say you’re emotional and you need an ear to listen to your woes. He’ll be incredibly grouchy, but he’ll listen and give you the advice you need. Always…. And then ask you to get the heck out of his spot before Ruggie catches him.

Ironically though, if he’s feeling the mood, then he’s gonna invade your room and lay down without a single word. He likes your space. Because it’s you.

Still a hypocrite though.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His Love Language(s)

His love language is quality time. Spending time together, playing chess, taking a nap, reading. That’s what he likes the most. As long as it’s together, he doesn’t mind all that much. He’s more of a listener than a talker anyways- just don’t go yapping for hours on end. He still has his short fuse, rest assure you. It’s just that he’s a bit more patient with you.

Speaking of love languages, he likes gift giving. Specifically giving you the gifts. Doesn’t really matter what it is. If you’ve mentioned something you like, he might be inclined to give it to you… if you deserve it. As if he’s going to spoil anyone rotten just because… But don’t be too surprised when you’re fatigued after a very long day of hard work and he “coincidentally” gave you your favorite snacks and drink.

“Do you gotta make a big deal out of everything herbivore? I’m just giving you something to eat so you can keep working. It’s called being a good leader”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs Leona could listen to:

✓ Be Prepared from The Lion King (but this is canon soo.. yeah)

✓ Leona doesn’t seem much like the type to listen to music. He’s too in his own head to really do that. As long as it’s not too pitchy or annoying, he most likely won’t care. Just don’t make it so boring he’ll fall asleep.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs that remind me of Leona:

✓ Inertia by AJR

✓ THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

✓ DEVILISH by Chase Atlantic

✓ Nothing’s New by Rio Romero

✓ You Fuckers Were Asking for This One by Rav

✓ Skin Deep Comedy by Milli

✓ Forever Ended Today (Max’s Song) by mid

𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃟 ₊˚⊹♡ 𓃦

Author's Note

To read more fanfics, go to my list of fanfics (plus information about my page) here

Making these hcs killed me inside. They were supposed to be posted in August. But the amount of errors I had writing this on Tumblr made me want to dispose of this post entirely.

Regardless, hope you like them. Don't take em too seriously ;w; especially the Ruggie ones.

More fics to come.

Buenas noches

[blackbat05]

I did not know my Halloween edition was this popular, come I shall have another one:

ATP Young Gen Halloween edition: Hotel version

If you guys ever see those videos where the corridor lights suddenly go off and some 4 legged creature skittles across towards them (but it’s their idiot friend)? Yeah.

👻👻👻

Jannik: He jumps a few feet into the air, quickly runs back into his hotel room with his long legs and slams the door even before the “creature” can get to the door. The creature is sad.

Carlos: This idiot will be the first to die in every horror movie because he MOVES closer to see what exactly is that figure. Juan Carlos hears him screaming down the hallway and has to apologize to concierge for the disturbance.

Holger: Doesn’t even move an inch. He waits for the demon to get him. Life ain’t worth living. The creature gives him a hug instead.

Jack: “OH BLOODY HELL” *cues every British curse word he knows* and then once he realizes what’s going on he pretends to be that refined British gentleman he once was.

Bonus:

Grigor actually planned all this and is watching behind the scenes.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

A Brilliant Color From A Voiceless Völundr

[Jack The Ripper x Nezuko!reader] [platonic]

Warnings: violence, hurt/comfort, ooc, spoilers for season 2

Special thanks to @onecantsimply​ ​ for providing feedback/edits to make this best possible fic it can be. 

The battle was over.  Another victory for humanity, and another god swallowed by their opponent’s malice. 

But was the outcome worth it all in the end? 

Jack the Ripper would remain despised as a psychotic serial killer who sent Heracles’ soul to Niflhel. A sentiment that both human and godly spectators shared when they slandered him in the arena, screaming to give their beloved hero back to them. When one rock bludgeoned Jack across the temple, more of them followed in a steady shower. The crimson vortex of the audience’s emotions only grew stronger, much bigger, when he bowed to them with a wide grin stretched across his bloodied mouth. 

Just when a rotten tomato then hurled towards him, a clawed hand caught it in midair. He blinked in surprise, seeing a young lady standing near him protectively and growling through her bamboo muzzle, [Hair Color] locks and [Favorite Color] kimono covered with just as much sweat and blood as him. 

[First Name]. His Völundr. 

Although he had been informed by Brunhilde that his partner for the fight against Heracles was to be a young lady by the name of Hlokk, certain…circumstances had happened. In short, the aforementioned Valkyrie refused to bond with him because of his reputation even when the existence - or annihilation - of humans was at stake in this Ragnarok. Although Brunhilde struggled with this sticky situation at the last minute when her younger sisters also refused under the same excuse, she found a willing volunteer in [First Name]. Thurd tried to argue with Brunhilde, protesting that their sibling’s mental state was still delicate, yet the latter refused to compromise further. 

She knew [First Name] was much stronger than the other Valkyries gave her credit for. Brunhilde could never forgive the gods for the unspeakable crime they had committed against [First Name]….but if that malice can be harnessed as a weapon, then so be it. The healer who had overlooked her sister’s mental conditioning assured her that the hypnosis was perfected. 

Her enemies were the gods who acted high and mighty. [First Name] would protect the humans as if they were her family. But if a human acted maliciously against her, cripple but do not kill them. 

Dropping the fruit, [First Name] swiveled around and stood in front of Jack, her small back facing him. Before he had a chance to speak to her, she leaned down and hooked his legs around her middle, keeping a steady grip as she stood up at her full height, dashing towards the arena’s exit, carrying him as if he were a small child and not a gentleman with his arms around her shoulders just so he wouldn’t fall backwards. Jack felt a small twinge of embarrassment at their current situation…though how could he have the heart to tell [First Name] otherwise when she was so earnest in doing this?

“Much obliged for your assistance, young lady.” 

[First Name] did not say anything and just kept running down the marbled corridor towards the medical wing. If it weren’t for the slight squeeze of his legs, Jack would have thought that she was ignoring him. 

“I am aware that you cannot speak, given your current…situation, though would you allow me to express my gratitude?” Another squeeze prompted Jack to continue. “Thank you. Firstly, I did not expect such…support from you in the fight, young lady.  ‘Tis one thing to allow me to change anything into a weapon against the gods, but to also harness the power of fire with my piano wire and knives as a conduit? Quite brilliant against a god of immeasurable strength.” Jack frowned. “Yet with this victory…I’ll never see that color of his ever again, will I? It’s funny, really. I reveled in seeing that beautiful color when life was being drained from the people I’ve killed, yet now…all I feel is remorse for extinguishing that light from Heracles. Fate is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

Silence fell between the human and his Völundr for the rest of the way to the medical bay. Nurses were already standing by the double doors, prepped to heal humanity’s representative immediately. When [First Name] lowered him to the ground, he almost expected her to leave and go about her business. But just when he followed the medical personnel inside, the Valkyrie stood in front of him. 

Standing on her tiptoes, [First Name] carefully pulled Jack down to her height before her clawed hands stretched forward to cup his face. She stared at him long and hard, [Eye Color] orbs reflecting neither malice, exhaustion, or grief. Instead, they shined with pride and concern as her fingers gently caressed the bloodied, bruised skin. 

Like a loving parent would act towards their child. 

Although her actions made him speechless, it shocked Jack even more to see the bright and warm yellow light circulating around [First Name]’s body. The very same color Heracles possessed right up to his untimely demise by Dear God. How was this even possible?

“You -”

“There you are!” A voice boomed before [First Name] was suddenly lifted up in the air by two large hands coiled around her waist. The culprit was an enormous green-eyed woman with reddish-orange hair pulled back in a braid and fitted crimson armor. Although his Völundr wiggled around her grasp she did not try to harm the stranger. Instead, she appeared…annoyed? 

Jack blinked, seeing a pair of pristine wings jutting out from the woman’s back. Ah, she must be one of the Valkyries. What was her name again? Hrist? No, that was the samurai’s Völundr. Then who…

“Lady Thrud!” A nurse squeaked. 

The Valkyrie hummed in acknowledgement before she turned her attention to [First Name], a frown stretched across her face. 

“You were fearless in the match, my dear sister. I am proud of you.  But there is a difference between being brave and needlessly reckless!”  A whine emitted from [First Name]’s muzzle as she began to wiggle again in Thrud’s grasp, only to have the older woman tighten her grip ever so slightly on the Ripper’s Völundr. “Don’t you dare say that you are fine! I was in the arena when you were carrying him out, and I know your side is still bleeding! We might be able to heal ourselves, sister, but we are not invincible. Which is why you are coming with me to for a medical checkup, now.” 

[First Name] mewled pitifully in response, stubbornly trying to pry herself free until a pained groan spewed from her muzzle. Thrud looked down and huffed. “See? This is what happens when you do not listen to your elders.” 

Jack could only watch in slight amusement and worry as the Valkyries bickered for a bit longer till [First Name] finally agreed to be taken away to a separate section in the human’s area to be healed. It was obvious that she wanted to stay with him. Although he was touched with her concern, he wanted his Völundr to get some proper rest. She needed to, should they ever be summoned again to fight for humanity’s sake. 

As Thrud walked away from the medical wing with [First Name] in her arms, she peeked over the giantess’ shoulder and waved at him enthusiastically, her voice muffled by the muzzle before she winced, earning another scolding from Thrud.

Jack chuckled and waved back, watching the two figures grow smaller as they traveled further down the corridor before he walked inside the hospital wing. Who would have thought that a black-hearted monster like him would kill a god, and yet be saved by the loving touch of a voiceless Valkyrie? He certainly did not deserve it. Perhaps…this is the ultimate punishment bestowed upon him by God.

Bonus Content:

Once he was healed, Jack took it upon himself to bake a homemade apple pie to share with [First Name]. It took him plus Hrist and Kojiro to persuade the terrified Valkyrie that it was not Brunhilde’s specially made pies. 

[First Name] was allowed to eat and drink without her muzzle so long as she was not within the vicinity of the gods or else she would (possibly) go berserk upon seeing them. 

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[sugar-crash]

🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑

(First Date Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine)

(Request here! Picking out songs for this loser is so much easier than I thought it’d be, like I’d make my friends help me choose with previous posts I’ve done on my main, only for me to pluck these songs straight from my playlist.)

- Again this man is an avid date enjoyer, a complete contrast to how he was as Turbo, with him openly liking the concept of dates because he associates it with spending time with you, taking your attention up to fulfill his need for it.

- His intentions with you go from pure to not so pure (in a manipulative way you sickos) in a way akin to a pendulum, flicking back and forth while not going to their full extremes, at least not yet.

- Your first date is far from what it’d be Pre-RoadBlasters, having actual date stuff to it because he wants you to see him as a gentleman and a proper lover in general.

- His grip on everything at that point, where he knows who you are as a person to a great degree helps him mold that first date into something that benefits and his efforts to keep this relationship going.

- I’m thinking something small and yet classic, like a nice personal dinner in the castle spent after he claims his spot on the avatar roster for the umpteenth time, his golden coin pocketed for next time when he has to do it all over again.

- It’s the start of something rather grand, which he reiterates and emphasizes to his candy people as he makes them set things to your liking before you come.

- Everything has to be perfect for you, it’s much like the movie Coraline, the Beldam was able to make everything just look so picturesque at first in a way that was able to eventually ensnare Coraline into trusting her in the matter of a couple of days.

- However King Candy is more… Dare I say realistic in his approach? Like there’s no piano that plays you or a gravy train that pours it for you, but every request you may have is done almost immediately.

- Everything is done right by you— I mean, this is King Candy’s domain, and being his s/o gets you brownie points indefinitely.

- I think it’s a way to get you to keep coming, to spend your time in Sugar Rush than anywhere else, I mean— Why would you want to go anywhere else after hours when you are treated so well??

- That and the various areas of Sugar Rush are so numerous— So varied, so explorable, and he’s more than happy to drive you around the place whenever you want.

- Performative to a fault, which is something that comes from Pre-RoadBlasters— He needed to be for the sake of being the protagonist and main avatar of Turbo Time after all, everyone kinda has to be— But him especially.

- In a way, I think he was able to both perpetuate and diverge from who he was, those negative traits thriving underneath the guise of being a ruler who is highly defensive of his game and the citizens who reside in it.

- But in reality, he’s only really defensive over you— Much like the game he was able to alter and become a usurper for he worked hard to get this to where he wanted, and now that he had it and by extension you— He’s not exactly keen to let it all go.

- That first date when you look back at it later on encapsulates that desperation to be King Candy, to be something he wasn’t by any means while fooling everyone, fooling you.

- As King Candy, he’s more in tune with what he feels and knows how to react and when to react, giving off a more friendly aura that initially lures you in and makes you keep coming, especially if you are a particularly lonely person— Probably having no frame of reference to what a healthy relationship looks like beyond the niceties of previous relationships that didn’t stick as well as what you had with him.

- The more vulnerable you become with him the better he can worm his way into your heart and brain in an irreversible manner.

- That’s the thing with him, he wants to be significant so bad to any gamer or fellow game character that warrants it— Much like how Ralph is, but far more extreme, to the degree in which if it warrants it— He will kill someone to get what he wants, caution thrown to the wind if he’s been aggravated enough.

- That extreme behavior can even be seen in that first date you both have together, with him being strung up for brief moments when you bring something up that’s something he can’t easily explain away with smoke and mirrors.

- But those cracks aren’t established just yet, he’s able to get you wanting more and that’s enough to make him a bit giddy as he rejoices over this new and promising connection you have with him.

- It’s the start of something good, something bad, and something downright ugly.

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[valeriele3]

While listening to Guy.exe I got reminded of the edits/memes with the song like those fake texts thing sooo..

(I’m too lazy to make it into a fake text so here and yes, I mean to put “you” not “Yuu”)

Warning: Cringe

Ace: Alright! We’ve gathered everyone here today to ask the prefect..What their type is!

Leona: Who cares about the herbivores type..I’m gonna go yawn plus that dragon bastard is here

Ace: Nope! No one’s getting out of this room until we get our answer!

Vil: Not everyone has the time for your shenanigans

Deuce: Guys! The prefects on their way

——————————————

Ace: (serious face) Prefect..I— We have a very important question that only you can answer

You: What is it..?

Ace: What’s your type?

You: …

Deuce: Well?

You: ..Are you serious right now?

ADeuce: Very serious

You: You made me run all the way over here panicking just to answer this question?!

Ace: Yes yes yes I may have exaggerated a bit but answer the question!

You: I— Fine.

You: My type is.. Wait what if I..do that thing?Surely that song doesn’t exist here?

Everyone waits with a bated breath

You: A picture perfect guy..

You: Where all the boys at with emotional stability?

Deuce: What’s emotional stability..?

You: Nice car, a ceo, and almost just as smart as me

Kalim: Oh! I have a lot of cars!

Ace: Pfft..Smart..You want someone as dumb as you? Smack Ow!

You: Shut up..Ahem..Back to what I was saying

You: Where all the boys at with financial security?

You: A doctor,

Heartslabyul gang: Dorm leader?!

Riddle: E-Eh..?! What nonsense are you talking about?! Off with your head!

You: A model, a man of possibilities

Epel: Vil-San?!

Vil: You have good taste Potato

You: They say, “expectations are too high, and you’ll never find a guy like that. It’s driving you mad honey,”

Ace: Because it is high! Smack

You: They say that “It’s just a waste of time, get your head out of the sky”

You: But why?

You: Oh I, wish I could synthesize, a picture perfect guy, oh I, oh I..

(At this point you’ve started fully singing and going to guys who fit the description)

You: Six feet tall and super strong

Leona: Hm?

You: We’d always get along, alright, hugs Jack alright

Jack: … (Jack has stopped functioning. Press the button to send help)

You: Ooh, he’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late

You: ‘Cause I don’t like to wait, no

Malleus: Smile

You: Kind and ain’t afraid to cry

Kalim: gasp Jamil! Jamil! Do I really fit that description?!

Jamil: sigh yes

You: Or treat his momma right

Deuce: O-Oh..But I’ve hurt my mother a lot before

Trey: Ah..Thank you Prefect

You: That’s right, that’s what I like

You: I need a man who don’t get jealous ‘less I want him to

Cater: Oh? Yay~! Selfie! #ThePrefectsType #selfiewiththeprefect

You: A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom

You: Romantic love but keep it rough, am I asking too much?

Everyone: …

Leona: I know how to keep it romantic and rough. I can show you right now if you wanted to smirk

Malleus: I suggest you keep your hands off of what’s mine Kingscholar

Lilia: Fufu~ I know just how to keep it romantic and rough Darling

Silver: Fa— Lilia-Sama! Σ('◉ ⌓ ◉’)

Everyone started fighting bickering on who can keep it the most romantic and rough in bed

Grim: FFGNA! No one’s going to bed my henchman! You need my approval first! Shoo shoo!

[rosesradio]

Fluffy and smutty jercy?

hiii 🫶 so this is not fluffy in the slightest but uh not-sober!me got this idea in her head & then sober!me had to edit it hell out of it because it turns out i was Not in a state to be writing anything coherent lmaoo. so anyways 🧍

warnings: oral sex, fwb

Thalia was going to fucking kill him, but it was worth it. It was worth it a million times to see her younger brother like this.

Thalia and Percy had been at each other’s throats for years—from sports competitions to academic rivalries (which was a feat, considering neither of them cared that much about school). They were seconds away from beating the shit out each other at all times, and if she knew what Percy was doing at that moment, he had no doubt she’d fight him again. But it didn’t matter. Not when—

Jason whined, tugging Percy’s hair like he couldn’t help himself. Percy was brought back to earth, nothing but pleased to be snapped out of his daydreams if this was the reality.

That reality was, of course, Percy giving Jason head in the back of his beat-up Chrysler. He was parked a couple blocks away from Jason’s place, though that didn’t stop the blonde from being anxious about his sister finding them. Percy, ever the gentleman, reassured him that nothing was better anxiety relief than a quickie.

He’d never done this with Jason before. It was clear from the first few times that Percy went out with him that Jason would be borderline pathetic in the sack if he weren’t so pretty and vocal. He reacted at the slightest touch, eyes darkening in the bright blue as he drew closer and closer to each orgasm. The way he gripped at Percy—at his arms, his hips, his hair. It were as if he’d never made himself cum, as if he wouldn’t be able to without Percy’s kind assistance.

“P-Percy,” Jason whined, carding his fingers through Percy’s hair as if he were Jack-fuckin’-Dawson. Percy had no choice but to love it, really. He rubbed Jason’s thighs, his touch greedy and pressing over the sensitive spots over which he’d already left marks.

Jason’s breath quickened, his chest heaving like clockwork. He wasn’t quite as built as Percy, though he wasn’t that far off. Percy remembered one time (was that last week? The hookups all blurred together), in which Jason had cum untouched in his jeans, his face all cutely scrunched up. He then insisted on getting Percy off the way he wanted. Next thing Percy knew, he was coming on Jason’s chest, marking him in a way that left both of them flushed and breathless.

Perhaps that would happen again. Perhaps, given the time and Jason’s anxiety, Percy would settle with only getting him off tonight. He could live with that—if Jason was down for it, Percy would send him a video so he could see just what he missed.

Jason rolled his hips up, squirming like a girl on prom night and moaning like one to boot. Still, Percy couldn’t deny how hard he got in his jeans at sounds he was making, at the feeling of him hard between his lips.

It was then that Jason jolted, pushing his hips against Percy as he came hard down his throat. Percy did a little maneuver that he knew Jason would love and hate—he pinned his hips down hard against the car seat, meeting him where he was at, not allowing him to move an inch. Percy prided himself in his head game, after all, and he couldn’t leave Jason wanting for anything.

Only after he’d swallowed every last drop and began to hear Jason whine did Percy pull away. He leaned back up, shamelessly licking up Jason’s neck, along the hickies he’d left earlier.

“I sure made a mess of you, didn’t I, sweetheart?” Percy mused, handing Jason his clothes, and—pointedly—his own swim team sweatshirt. “Now, why don’t you get composed…and then you can go in there and tell your sister I said hi, hm?”

Jason steadied his breath, clearly satisfied from head to toe, though hesitant to admit it. “Fuck you.” He fired back, pulling his clothes back on.

“Ooh, feisty,” Percy narrowed his eyes, an amused smile on his lips. “I like that—you’re still gonna meet me after practice tomorrow, right?”

Jason paused, glaring daggers at Percy. He couldn't deny that they had the perfect arrangement: Jason would meet Percy after swim, or Percy would meet Jason after track. They’d go to dinner—nothing too fancy, they knew what they were here for. Then they’d get their rocks off. Jason had to know that he was perfect for what Percy wanted, being both Thalia’s brother and their University’s finest eye candy.

Jason threw on Percy’s sweatshirt, adjusting his glasses afterwards. “Fine.” He settled. “Dickhead.”

“Good boy,” Percy grinned, pulling Jason close by the article, pressing a kiss to his lips. Perhaps it was a tad egotistical, though he couldn’t get enough of how his scent mingled with Jason’s when the other boy wore his clothes—sue him.

Jason grabbed his things and got out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Percy climbed into the front seat, starting the car up. He followed Jason down the block for a minute, making sure he got home safe before peeling out and down the road.

It was a weird, melancholy feeling Percy had as he left. He’d never really felt it with anyone else he’d hooked up with, but…Jason looked really cute and comfortable in his sweatshirt. The streetlights had cast an odd glow against his skin, and the way Jason looked at him—both when they were hooking up and not—it intrigued Percy.

He was sure that being intrigued by a Grace sibling would be the death of him, but damn it if it wasn’t worth it.

[creedslove]

Hi sweetie I hope you are well

You were asking for sweet head cons

A valentine one since it valentines nothing sexual just a sweet one have, Joel or whiskey maybe a dinner date or an outing and then coming home and chilling with baby Wyatt or Sarah ??

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi baby!!! Thank you for this request this is very sweet and though I wasn't going to write anything for Valentine's, now I'll write your idea! Since you mentioned Joel and our favorite Cowboy, I'll do both, because I love them and it's so fun to imagine what they'd all do 😁 Happy V day ❤️

Edit: I'm so sorry bestie, I'm not gonna be able to do a Joel one, I'm feeling terribly sick and I can't get better, I'm sorry, I know this Headcanon isn't much but it's the best I can do now 💔

• Jack is a painfully romantic man, so you can expect a lot of affection and sweet little gifts on regular days, but honey, you can expect a whole other level on Valentine's day

• due to his romantic nature and the fact that cowboy's got money, he can go a little overboard and spend a lot on you and the celebration, and that includes flying you to another country for a romantic meal in his jet, so if you want things to be more simple, you need to give him a heads up and he'll think about it

• he starts the day by making you breakfast, you can also expect a lot of flowers throughout the house and a beautiful bouquet for you as well; on the menu for your special breakfast, he's gonna prepare - or have it made - your favorites; small sandwiches, muffins, eggs and bacon, cupcakes, you name it, your cowboy got it for you

• he is all lovey dovey towards you, always giving you small little kisses, cuddling and let's not keep the going down on you until your clit is swollen off the table, of course

• Jack will definitely take you out for a picnic around the ranch, nothing fancy, just you and him, enjoying some pastries as you relax and spend time together in nature, that's when he's gonna give you his present

• but the cowboy doesn't just give *one* present, you can expect him to give you at least a couple; usually a piece of lingerie for your shared enjoyment later on at night, something else like a dress, a book, or anything related to your hobby or personal taste but he also loves giving you meaningful presents, which means he's gonna get you something nice like a locket with his picture and Wyatt's as well

• for the special evening, the cowboy will definitely take you to a nice restaurant or even spend the night at a hotel, so you can have your date and your alone time together

• and talking about intimacy, it's gonna be all about you, he's gonna love pleasuring you in any way, he'll love making you cum over and over, doing your favorite positions and you can expect your clit feeling all puffy and sensitive from his ministrations

• and once you come back home, Wyatt is all excited to see his mommy, he runs to you and wraps his little arms around your neck, he's a sweet and caring boy and he can't get enough of your snuggles

• being Jack's son, of course he is a little gentleman himself, so he gives you the card he drew all by himself, one single rose and some chocolates, he's so proud to be able to gift his beautiful mommy for Valentine's day and you see how lucky you really are to have such a beautiful and lovely family like that ❤️

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[flametrashiraarchive]

Kyojuro Rengoku NSFW Alphabet

I just realized I posted this on Ao3 but not here!

Minors DNI

Edit: just realized I did in fact also post it here and I'm just a buffoon but enjoy anyway.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Congratulations! You just banged the perfect gentleman.

You want a glass of water? Rengoku is in the kitchen, pouring you the most filtered, ice-cold, refreshing beverage of your life. 

You need cuddles? He will snuggle FOR DAYS if you let him. 

Hips a little sore 😏? He’s already massaging them (although that can often result in another round… he has magic hands.)

He loves when you fall asleep in his arms and will fight off sleep as long as possible so he can just soak in the sensation of holding you and knowing you’re content.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s pretty proud of his body, but not vain about it. He’s proud of his strength and what his body can achieve. I think Kyojuro’s the type of guy to flex when he’s alone, though he’s too modest to do it in public. He’s pretty proud of his biceps and he likes when you touch them (it will absolutely give him a boner.)

As for you? It’s a toss up between your stomach or your chest. They’re comfortable to lie his head on. if you let him put his head on your chest and you stroke his hair he'll be asleep in seconds. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

Yours? UMAI.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a futon humper. His favorite way to get off when he’s alone is to grind his hips against the futon and imagine it’s you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Regardless of experience, you can bet your ass that he’ll dedicate himself entirely to learning how to please you. Please be open with him about what you like. He wants to learn and he wants to make you happy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything face-to-face so he can maintain eye-contact. His hearing isn’t great so he likes to watch your reactions and make sure you’re loving it as much as he is.

Doggie feels great too, but he’ll be leaning over the entire time to kiss your neck and jaw. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don’t think he’s especially goofy (although he will absolutely laugh if things go awry before getting right back to it. He’s great at relieving tension). He smiles a lot though. Pleasing you makes him so happy he could burst.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet matches the eyebrows. I hope you like bush. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’ll hold your hand throughout, entwining his fingers with yours while he showers you in compliments and kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” "So perfect," “You’re taking me so well,” “You feel so good.” 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The first time he jacked off while thinking about you, he felt so guilty he followed Tengen around for a day trying to pluck up the courage to get it off his chest and ask for advice.

Tengen’s response? “Ask if they wanna watch next time.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging! The longer you can delay his gratification the better. Kyojuro thrives on discipline and he loves savoring sensations.

It also goes without saying that this man has a praise kink (both giving and receiving)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers privacy, somewhere you won’t be disturbed and he can take as long as he wants to. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Oh this poor man. With you it feels like everything gets him going. Eye contact, your laugh, your strength when you train together,  the way your body feels against his when you hug him, your hands, your scent. He's smitten. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t hurt you. Even spanking makes him nervous. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

UMAI! You may as well rename your bits "the bento box", because Kyojuro is going to eat them many, many times.

As much as he loves getting blowjobs, this man is the absolute king of going down. He’ll spend days between your thighs if you let him. If you want to make his year, grip that little ponytail and push his face down as you grind against his mouth. He’ll never stop thinking about it. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll be whatever you need him to be, but he prefers to take his time. It takes a lot of convincing for him to be rough with you though. He doesn't want to hurt you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you want a quickie, he will happily oblige, but it's all for you. He might not cum (but he'll absolutely make sure you do.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll try new things with you. But risks? This good boy? Nah. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Three words: total concentration breathing. He has a lot of control over his body, so he can last a loooooong time, but once he cums he's done (as long as you don't need anything you've got about two minutes until he's passed out). But don't worry, he's the foreplay king. You'll cum plenty of times. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not unless you want to use them. If you do, prepare for the tag team of a lifetime. Congratulations, you just gave Kyojuro a new way to make you happy, and he's going to make sure you're delirious by the time he's through with you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh boy. If you're in the mood for teasing, he will absolutely indulge you. He'll spend all night touching you ALMOST exactly where you need him to until you're begging him to let you come. He'll take it so slow, telling you to control your breathing when you get too excited, making sure that every nerve in your body is tingling. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You better start baking lots of tasty treats for your neighbors. Kyojuro has no idea how loud he is and he will 100% let you know how much he's enjoying himself. Whimpers, groans, wanton moans. And if you edge him long enough he's not above begging. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He blushes a lot, all the way down to his stomach when he's really turned on. And he'd love it if you took charge. Pin him down, tell him he's pretty, tease his poor cock until its weeping rivers of precum. He loves when you kiss (and gently bite) his hips and thighs too. Having your lips just a few inches from his cock drives him wild. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's exceptionally average but will put his entire soul into fucking you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's good at suppressing urges when they come at inappropriate times, but he is absolutely DTF whenever you are. He never knows when he'll be called away on a long mission, so he'll take any opportunity for intimacy he can. 

Those moments he's just staring and not blinking? He's thinking about going down on you until you're a panting mess. 

The only time he'll make you wait is if he's training, and even then he'll invite you to watch. If it's a secluded spot, he'll maybe strip to the waist and continue training, knowing you're absolutely checking him out but feigning innocence. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you're content and there's no possible way he can make you happier, he'll fall asleep quickly. He sleeps better when you're touching him (spooning is his favorite– big or little spoon, he doesn't care. Please cuddle this man and stroke his hair. He deserves it.)

[thedroneranger]

Daggers on Draught: Open Bar 🍻

Daggers and your requested drink combos! Shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @sylviebell and @beyondthesefourwalls for inspiring Open Bar 🥂

The bar is CLOSED. Drink up the OG Daggers on Draught, Drinking Drabbles and Craft Edition.

Also follow @love-in-light as she crafts cocktails based on this series!

Amelia

• Cherry Limeade (na) | Cherry Crush

Bob

• Angry Orchard | Apple of Your Eye • Aperol Spritz | Buon Compleanno • Arnold Palmer | Homegrown • Moscato | Fall for You • Old Fashioned | Bobby After Dark • Peroni (0.0%) | Love Language • Pina Colada | Beach Bob • Pink Lady | Pretty in Pink • Screwdriver | Breakfast & Bob • Stella Artois | Gift of One-liners • White Sangria | Happy as a Clam

Coyote

• Aviation | Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler • Prosecco | Coyote Casanova • Cabernet Sauvignon | Uncorked Coyote • Margarita | Hot Up in This Joint • Sazerac | Good Libations

Cyclone

• Brooklyn | Checkmate • Gin & Tonic | Everything is Blue • Sazerac | Night Moves • White Russian | Heart of a Cyclone

Fanboy

• Bellini | No. 1 Fan • Bramble | I Feel the Need • Cayman Jack | Later, Gator • Hurricane | The Night is Calling • Moscato d’Asti | Shining So Bright • Pacifico | California Sunshine

Hangman

• Angry Orchard | Cider House Rules • Body Shots | Licked It • Captain Morgan | Adventure is Out There • Gin & Tonic | Gin & Jake • High Noon | Let's Go Girls • Jack & Coke | Save A Horse • Jack Daniels | Gentleman Jake • Margarita | Drinking in a Winter Wonderland • Maker's Mark | Marksman • Mimosa | Yuletide Greetings • Mint Julep | Cashmere, Cologne & Hot Sunshine • Paper Plane | It's Not the Plane • Pina Colada | Ride the (Heat)Wave • Ranch Water | Ranch Hand • Sex on the Beach | Cake by the Ocean • Tia Maria | Nigthtcap • Tequila Shots | Tequila Little Time • Whiskey Sour | Bon Voyage

Hondo

• Mojito | Minted

Iceman

• Bourbon | Puff, Puff, Pour • Vesper | GoldenEye • Belvedere | On Ice • Whiskey Sour | Old Friend

Maverick

• Boulevardier | Twice as Nice • Tom Collins | Old Time's Sake

Payback

• Midori Sour | Solo Session • Paper Plane | Wingman

Penny

• Bloody Mary | Hair of the Dog • Martini | Shaken Not Stirred • Mimosa | Sail Away

Phoenix

• Bahama Mama | Golden Afternoon • Bellini | So Classic • Fuzzy Navel | Poolside Peach • Long Drink | Now Imagine Her Holding a Long Drink • Merlot | Raise You Like a Phoenix • Phoenix | Grit & Glam • Shirley Temple (na) | Tastes So Good • The Last Word | What's the Password?

Rooster

• Blanton's | Giddy Up • Captain Morgan | Captain n' Cock • Champagne | Too Much is Just Right • George Dickel | Too Young to Know • Gin & Tonic | Ain't Leavin' 'til Six in the Mornin' • High Noon | High Noonster • Kamikaze Shot | Stateside • Long Drink | Long Day, Long Drink • Malibu | Just Beach • BB™rita | Salt and a Buffett Song • Margarita (strawberry) | Pourin' All Weekend • Margarita (spicy) | Sweet Heat • Tito’s and Lemonade | I've Got Sunshine • Bellini | Bellinis in Bed • Pina Colada | If You Like Rooster Coladas • Ranch Water | Take Me Home Country Road • Wild Turkey | Cold Turkey