#he also has lipstick but i guess his smile is too big to make it look normal so i jst didnt put it on gim this drawing 😭

[anonymouscheeses]

He's very rizzed to see you.

No he's not.

[buckyalpine]

Hi!!!! I love your work and talent, you are so amazing!💗 I was wondering if you could do a light angst fic. Like bucky is a player who is just running through women, and the avenger reader has a big crush on him . She has to watch him string girls through the tower all the time and it makes her sad. Bucky's type is dark,red lip, baddie but reader is the mom of the friend group and wears pink and is super sweet and a little awkward, she is also a mutant who has like earth powers. So whenever she's happy or laughing flowers will bloom in her hair. She's so cute. Kinda like the trope: she fell first but he fell harder. And like bucky realizes that he's madly in love with our sweet baby angel reader. And the FLUFF!! 💗💗💗

Thank you, love Binks 💖

Yes. Yesyesyes. I hope you're all ready cause I sat with this piece for weeks. Jealously, Misunderstandings, love sick Bucky, idiots in love, SO MUCH ANGST AND FLUFF . Protective best friend Steve and dash of smut cause I can't help myself, its so sweet and soft and I love these two, put myself in my feelings with their spicy and sweet loving.

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"See you later Sargent" A gorgeous woman walked by the kitchen on her way out or the tower, winking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss to the soldier who smirked at her in response. Her lipstick hadn't budged even after a night of who knows what with Bucky, her perfectly curved hips swaying along with the click of her heels.

You were busy with making breakfast, dustings of flour covering your nose and cheeks, still in your baby pink pj's, looking the total opposite of the gorgeous girl Bucky spent the night with.

"Damn Barnes" Tony whistled after the she had left, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Where do you find em'-Ow!" Tony yelped when Nat gave his ear a flick, cocking her eyebrow up in amusement.

"I'll let Pepper know you're curious-

"Nope. No. I was just admiring Terminators taste" Tony threw his hands up, swiping a hot pancake from the stack you were plating making you giggle, tiny daisies blooming around your hair "These are delicious Petal. I'll never get tired of seeing that" Tony smiled, looking at the fresh little flowers that reflected your mood, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before returning to the lab.

"Sure, admiring taste" Nat snorted while Bucky snickered, taking a seat at the kitchen island; his fluffy hair still messy from bed. You set down a plate in front of him, adding butter and some fresh strawberries on the side just the way he liked.

"Here you go Sargent" You smiled softly before getting started on cutting up more fruit for Steve and Sam who would be returning from their run soon.

"These are amazing" Bucky hummed, reaching for more; he'd never get tired of your cooking. You tried to bite back a smile while vines of baby pink roses weaved their way through your hair, matching the fuzzy feeling the soldier made you feel. The flowers were not missed by Bucky who watched you continue to flit about the kitchen like a little garden fairy, making sure everyone would have something for breakfast. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way you crawled up onto the counters like a cat to reach the highest shelves, a few knotty tendrils sneaking their way through your hair indicating your frustrations when you nearly dropped a cup.

"Do you have different flowers for different moods?" Bucky continued to watch you while you slinked off the counter, starting on a smoothie.

"Sort of? Yeah I guess" You thought to yourself, noting you'd often have yellow ones when you'd laugh, or purple ones when you were excited. You only ever got pink ones around Bucky; the only person to make you feel warm and shy and soft. You were caught off guard the first time you saw the tiny pink buds in your hair the same day you met him when you joined the team. No one else seemed to notice, too busy admiring the fact that gorgeous petals decorated your hair.

Everyone except Bucky.

The soldier was trained to notice everything.

He'd seen every type of flower adorn your hair but these ones were just around him.

"What do the little pink roses mean you're feeling?" Bucky asked, cocking his head when you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

Shit.

"It-I-happy! It means I'm happy" You stuttered out unconvincingly while Bucky hummed, cleaning off his plate before heading down to the gym, taking one last glance over his shoulder before rounding the corner.

Those tiny pink roses suited you perfectly; the human embodiment of a little fairy.

Ever since you'd joined the team, they were blessed with a full breakfast almost every morning, sometimes even dinner. Outside of your role as an Avenger, you took on a nurturing role within the team and of course that was just who you were, being so in tune with nature and naturally caring for those around you. Still, it was evident you went above and beyond just instinct when it came to taking care of others; you were very much the mom of the group. Initially Bucky found it confusing, wondering why you were so nice to everyone, always checking on their needs and being prepared for just about anything. He was so used to functioning on his own, he found it jarring when you were looking out for him too; didn't you know who he was? Why were you being nice to him?

He didn't even have it in him to give you the cold shoulder like he did with everyone else. What kind of person would he be if he was rude to the sweetest person he'd ever met. You were just so precious and sweet and you always smelled like fresh flowers and sunshine, he would've basked under your light for hours on end if you let him-

Bucky shook his head, breaking away from the train of thoughts he was having about you yet again. You didn't make sense. More specifically, him thinking of you didn't make sense. He was rough, rugged, made of muscle and metal, didn't like most people and the last time he'd been nurturing was back when he'd nurse Steve back to health more than 70 years ago.

You on the other hand were literally made of flowers, combined with soft sweetness, shy smiles and giggles. You were cute. Too cute. He had no business thinking about you, ignoring the fluttery jitter in his heart as he tossed a wink to a SHIELD agent who was training at the weights. She had joined recently, typically taking on missions which required her to go under cover in skin tight dresses and bodysuits; it was perfect for her given her tall and toned build. The woman smirked in response, biting her dark red painted lip before making her way over to him by the punching bags.

"Hey Sarge" she purred, bringing her hand up to toy with his dogtags, tugging at them suggestively, "Busy tonight?"

"We're having a movie thing" Bucky shrugged, not suggesting they had to do anything else after but if that's where the night led then-

"Hmm, I'll see you later then" She batted her lashes at him before going back to her set.

This made sense.

Casual. Sexy. Flirty.

Everything Bucky was good at and comfortable with. No feelings, no attachments. No deep, undying love he felt for a certain sweet girl on his team that he'd give his life for.

This made perfect sense.

-

You were the last to make it down to movie night after spending most of the evening prepping drinks and snacks for others. Movie nights were rare and it was even more rare for everyone to be present. You made sure there was something for each member of the team, from sour candy to chocolate, chips, cookies, tiny sandwiches and an array of drinks you'd set up on the coffee table.

You stood at the edge of the living room dressed in your warm oversized sweater and mismatched fluffy socks, nervously peering around the room for an empty space; usually you'd curl up on the two seater sofa with a thick fuzzy blanket draped over you but-

Your heart sank seeing yet another beautiful girl cuddled up next to Bucky, taking up all the space on the couch. A part of you contemplated on going back to your room; the sinking feeling in your stomach worsened seeing the new agent adjust herself until she was pressed right against the soldier. Why did you have to fall for for the person who wouldn't look at you twice. You were dressed in clothes too big and soft, a stark contrast to the matching silk lounge set she was wearing, leaving no doubt over how absolutely perfect her body was.

"Hey Petal, c'mere" Steve noticed you looking for a spot, patting he seat beside him, shifting over so you could join. You smiled at the Captain, quietly shuffling through the room, hiding into the cushions as the movie started. Your heart dropped further each time you heard the girl Bucky was with giggle, slinking around his lap while he gave her his flirty smirk. There were occasional times where flowers wouldn't bloom in your hair and this was one of them.

Steve noticed your less than enthusiastic demeanor, catching you glancing over at the brunette super soldier and his friend for the night, internally rolling his eyes at what an idiot his best friend was. He threw his arm around you, pulling you in to snuggle with him, whispering his own commentary as the movie progressed, hoping to lighten your mood.

You giggled, a few yellow flowers blossoming in your hair making Steve grin. Bucky watched carefully, a new emotion flaring in his chest as he watched bright petals fall onto your lap each time you laughed. He didn't like the new feeling that started off as warm to blazing hot, what was it he was even feeling-

Irritation? Sure a bit.

Confusion? Most certainly but not quite.

Jealously.

That's what he was feeling. He wanted to be the one who caused gorgeous tendrils of flowers to bloom, the one to make you giggle and laugh, the one who got to snuggle up with you. He was envious over how lucky Steve was, getting to cuddle up with such a soft bunny, his jealously momentarily interrupted when he took a moment to look at what you were wearing.

You looked so comfy with your warm sweater, your feet nice and toasty with your favorite socks. Bucky remembered you talking to him about them once, reading socks you'd called them.

"They're super soft and warm!" you grinned, clutching them to your chest after a trip to a book store. "I've been wanting a pair for ages. I finally caved and got them, I can't wait to put them on"

Bucky remembered chuckling to himself over how excited you'd gotten over a pair of socks, a few buds of lavender poking through your hair from how relaxed and calm they made you feel.

You looked so soft to cuddle up with like a little bear he'd hold to his chest, one that would protect him and keep him warm and safe. He wished he had a spot beside him because you would've sat where you always do and it would be him with his arm around you instead of Steve. He didn't want anything else. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance between himself and the agent, her close proximity suddenly feelings much to hot. She frowned, feeling him pull back, scooting over till she was cuddled up with him again.

Great.

"Did you want me to grab you something?" Steve asked you as he reached over for some chips, popping a few into his mouth. Before you could respond, you saw the woman whisper something in Bucky's ear, winking playfully before sitting up and taking his hand, the both of them leaving the movie half way. You felt like throwing up knowing he was taking her to his bedroom though you knew you had no right to be upset. He wasn't yours and he was welcome to do as he pleased though that didn't make the pain go away.

Bucky's POV

"How about it Sarge" She moved her hand up his thigh, giving it a squeeze, not bothering to wait for the movie to finish. Bucky stared at her like a deer in headlights while she cocked her head waiting for a response. Bucky glanced over to you, his heart breaking seeing your face fall. "Bucky? Are you listening to me?"

Bucky blinked realizing he was paying attention to you, mumbling an apology before turning to the agent. He didn't know who he was fooling but it was getting embarrassing, especially when he knew Steve was glaring at him from across the room. Neither of them had to open their mouths to understand the silent conversation they were having through their eyes alone.

"You're an idiot"

"Shut up"

"You know you like her"

"I-I don't..."

"Then why do you keep glaring at me like I stole your girl punk"

"Don't worry about it"

"You better figure it out before you hurt her more"

"She likes me?"

"You're an idiot"

"Jerk"

That did it. Bucky couldn't' last another second seeing your petals fall, the flowers Steve brought all retreating away and he couldn't sworn he saw you blink back tears. He couldn't keep doing this.

"Um, yeah sure" Bucky nodded, leading the woman away, walking past the elevators and towards the compound exist instead. As soon as he'd told the new agent he just couldn't do it he ran back to the living room in hopes of finding you only to find your spot empty.

You did your best to bite down on your trembling lip but it didn't work. As soon as the first whimper slipped out, Steve hugged you softly, telling you to to go to your room. You looked at him through wet lashes, his soft blue eyes filled with understanding. You rushed straight to your room, zooming right past Bucky's hoping you wouldn't have to hear anything, curling up into a ball in your bed where you wept under the covers.

Why did you fall for him?

Bucky looked over to Steve who nodded towards the elevators that took you to your floor, the super soldier wasting no time pressing the button to the 4th floor. He was at your door as soon as the elevator dinged open, softly knocking while his stomach continued to churn.

What would you think of him.

Why didn't he just accept his feelings the second he fell in love with those pretty little pink roses?

God you probably hated him now.

Bucky nervously chewed his lip,

"Petal?" Bucky called for you, hoping you'd open the door, his his heart hammering against his chest hearing soft sniffles from the other side of the door. "Petal, can you open the door sweets?"

He heard you continue to softly cry, his body working before his mind could catch up as he let himself into your room. He hated the sight of the little ball buried under a pile of blankets, hiding away from the world with a broken heart because of him. He made his way to your bed, sitting on the edge, petting the blanket gently to let you know he was there.

"Bucky?" You shuffled some of the blanket off, surprised to see him there, what was he doing in your room? Wasn't he spending the night with the girl he'd brought? Why did he look so distraught? You sat up with concern, looking him over to see if he was hurt because why was he here with you when he should be with her?

"Did-did you need something, is everything okay?" You tried to keep you voice steady, quickly wiping away your tears and forcing a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

"No sweet girl, everything isn't okay" Bucky whispered, smiling at your confused pout, his hand coming up to brush some of the strands of hair that were near your forehead. He let his hand linger on your cheek, wiping away your wet cheeks with his thumb before sitting closer to you. "Why were you crying"

You averted your eyes as soon as he asked the question, staring at your lap instead, playing with your fingers. Your voice was caught in your throat, shrugging as if you didn't know the answer. Bucky was surprised with himself, equally shy to actually say anything even though he wanted to pour his heart out. With others the smooth talking, the flirting, the boyish smirks came easy.

Not with you.

Not with his little fairy.

"Y/n, please" He tilted your chin to meet his puppy like eyes, hoping you'd understand how he felt without saying anything. His innocent gaze caused your cheeks to heat up, feeling his rough calloused hands touching you so softly. You bit your lip as your hair betrayed you, pink petals starting to decorate your hair.

"What do the little pink roses mean?" He whispered with hope in his voice, his heart aching with need seeing your shy smile, "Please tell me pretty girl. I- I only see them when I'm around you"

"It-it means-" you hesitated, scared this would all come crashing and burning if you told him the truth. Maybe he was just being nice, pausing his date to check on you. Or maybe-Just maybe? "I like you"

Had he not had super hearing Bucky would've missed your near silent whisper. The blush on his cheeks matched the flowers in your hair as he reached out for you, pulling you to his chest.

"C'mere my precious little petal" Bucky cooed, scooping you in his arms. You squeaked in surprised before giggling into his chest, the sound making Bucky's heart swell. "There she is" He smiled against your hair seeing little buds blooming again, the tiny pink roses he loved so much sprouting to life.

"Don't you have a date" You asked hesitantly while Bucky shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

"You should've been my date petal, m'sorry for not telling you how I felt about you earlier. I was scared"

"Scared?" You cupped his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb stroke his beard while he nodded, leaning into your touch.

"Scared I wasn't right for you. It didn't feel right falling in love with someone so precious when you're the complete opposite of me" His confession caused stray tears to slip down your cheeks while Bucky kissed them away. "But I promise, if you'd let me have you, I'd take care of you and love you with my whole heart. I promise I'd never hurt you sweets, I've fallen so hard for you, there's no one else I'd rather be with"

You couldn't help yourself, pulling him down for a kiss, giggling at the surprised squeak he let out before groaning and melting into your sweetness.

"I'm yours Jamie"

Stop here if the fluff was enough. Cause next is their sweet love making.

I know it's not part of the ask but imagine their first night together where Bucky doesn't want to over step so he doesn't make a move. He notices you being more cuddly and shy, burrowing into him when you're in his room and that's when he sees gorgeous deep red roses blooming in your hair. He knows by now how to read your mood based on your flowers but he hadn't seen this before.

"Petal?"

"What is it Buck" You look at him with wide doe eyes, hoping he doesn't feel the the heat you feel radiating through your body. You need him. It's more than just physical; you need him as close as possible in the most intimate way because you adore him so much.

"Your hair sweet girl" He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking the velvety petals making you whine from sensitivity, immediately silencing yourself from embarrassment. "What do you need love, you can tell me"

"Need you closer" You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck where you could breathe in his cologne and a scent that was distinctly him.

"Closer how baby, you're-" It takes a moment for the pieces to click for Bucky to figure out just how much closer you need him, moving his hands to your hips, rubbing them up and down. "oh. OH. Is that all baby? Need me extra close?"

You nodded with another whine while Bucky moved you to lay against his pillows before slowly undressing you until you were both bare with nothing separating you.

"Bucky please, just-just want you" On any other night, you'd allow him to tease and toy with your body but you needed him so badly, your body throbbing, feeling more empty than ever.

"Shhh, m'here baby, it's okay, breathe for me petal, okay?" He stroked your hair while rubbing his weeping tip through your folds gathering your slick before pressing his cockhead against your entrance, "m'right here"

You both gasped at the feeling of him pushing his length inside, his movements slow until he was buried to the hilt. Your pussy quivered trying to pull him in deeper, tears welling along your lash line as he started to move, hardly pulling out, keeping his cock deep inside you.

"Look at these pretty roses" Bucky whispered against your lips as he rocked his hips, his hands laced with yours while more flowers bloomed, your legs moving to wrap tightly around his waist.

"All-all just for you Bucky" You hiccupped with pleasure between moans feeling a different level of satisfaction with him inside you. You finally felt complete as he moved faster, clinging onto him so you'd feel his full body weight lay on you. "More-I-I need more"

You'd never felt like this before, your powers starting to manifest throughout the room as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. Dark green stems crawled up the bed posts as he fucked you harder, your gorgeous floral scent sending Bucky into over drive. He was the only one who'd make you feel like this, the only person to ever get to see those dark red petals strewn across his bed.

There was something so intimate knowing no one else would ever get to see you like this, no one else would smell how sweet you were when he drove you mad with pleasure.

All the dark red roses full of love and lust just for him.

"I'll give you more pretty girl" Bucky growled, his own high licking down his spine feeling your pussy tighten around him, begging for him to keep going.

"Don't-please don't stop" you begged, clawing at his back, "I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum baby, cum for me petal, give it to me" He pleaded right back, sweat beading at his forehead, his pace growing sloppy. Your back arched off the bed as he reached to rub your sensitive bud sending your nerves into over drive. "OH BUCKY"

As soon as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock as you cried out in pleasure Bucky moaned loudly, tucking his face into your neck as he spilled into you.

"Take it love, t-take it" He stuttered, trembling as the last of his orgasm dribbled into you. He watched in awe as the deep red petals that previously covered the room disappeared into thin hair, his classic favorite little pink roses decorating your hair once more. Bucky pulled the sheets over you both, holding you to his chest while kissing your forehead at you closed your eyes.

"Sleep tight, petal"

[kayrrhin]

Lipstick stains and nicotine

characters: Crocodile, Corazon, Smoker, Benn Beckman

One piece daddies x gn reader

Warnings: use of nicotine by both the characters and reader, swear word (use of fuck once)

(not proofread because my friend was making diner lmao)

Crocodile:

"Are you done yet?"

The warlord asked while being covered in kisses and mostly lipstick

"Hmm, no!"

You kissed him again, you couldn't really tell if he was annoyed or flustered by the attention

"Darling, may I ask what you are up too with all this display of attention?"

He asked, kissing your forehead

"Just felt like it actually, plus lipstick stains look good on you"

You smiled proudly at the pattern covering his face, he did look good with those.

He chuckled at the way you looked at his face,"I see"

He pulled out a cigar and pulled it to his lips, lighting it quickly and taking a long drag

"I could be getting used to this, as long as it stays between closed doors, of course. I still have an image to hold, darling"

He looked at you and smiled, blowing the smoke directly in your face

"Yeah, I do know that, dear"

You stole the cigar for a moment, taking a drag as well and smiling at him, you kissed him again and place the cigar between his lips again

"I wouldn't want anyone else to see this sight anyway"

Corazon :

"L-love, please"

Your lover exclaimed with a flush covering his whole cheeks as you were peppering his face with kisses

"Please what, darling?"

It had been quite a few minutes since you started kissing his whole face, he was now covered in lipstick marks and you probably guessed he wanted a little break to breath

"Let me breath a little, don't get the wrong idea, I like your affection but please, just a little break, honey"

You giggled and pulled back a little, still sitting on his lap, you were admiring your job and lighting your cigarette, taking a long drag, Rosi took your cigarette and placed it between in his lips

"I don't know why but I have a feeling it's from my pack"

He took a drag

"Ooh nice feeling you got, it is in fact right"

Your lover chuckled and placed a kiss on your nose

"Look who has lipstick on them now"

"I still have less than you, big boy"

You both laughed, but a weird smell tickled your nostrils

"Rosi! The blanket!"

"FUCK—"

Smoker:

"Love, can you please stop—"

Your lover complained while being kissed

"Come on, just a little bit more, I like seeing you flustered, Darling"

You said, kissing him again, you could see his face becoming redder as time passed. Who could imagine Smoker, a vice-admiral, being so easily messed up by mere kisses?

Even for the man was tough, he was also quite shy concerning anything remotely related to affection, is being kissed like that has been quite difficult for the heart of the White Hunter.

"[Name], please, if you do give me a break I'll.... cuddle...later", he said suite embarrassed by his own words

"Oh that's a nice deal, okay!"

You let the man go, still looking at the work of art you just did and smirked at his lipstick covered face

"What are you smiling at?"

He said, lighting his cigars

"Just looking at my work, [lipstick colour] really does suit you!"

He looked quite surprised and looked away while taking a drag,

"You're just making fun of me aren't you"

You gently kissed his cheek while stealing one of his cigars

"No, I'm just being honest, can't I just appreciate my man's beauty?"

You stole a drag and blew the smoke in his face resulting in him looking unimpressed at you

"You have your own cigars, don't steal mine, love"

He said getting his cigar back

"How grumpy can you be, darling"

You chuckled while your lover just looked at you a little embarrassed

Benn Beckman:

"Darling, are you enjoying yourself?"

Benn asked before chuckling at you unstoppable kisses

"Of course! It's quite enjoyable to cover your lover with lipstick marks! "

You said smiling, pulling back only to look at Benn's face, quite proud of the marks left on him

"I like your knew look, dear"

You giggled, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you

"If you say so it might be true then, I just hope Shanks doesn't see me like this or he'll never live it down"

You both laughed a bit, knowing damn well he'd probably even found a way to share it with the whole world, Benn took out a cigarette and place it between your lips

"I'd guess you'd want to have a few drags"

He searched for his lighter in his pocket

"You guessed right, love"

He lit it up and you took a long drag

"I still don't like your tobacco tho"

You cringed a little only for your lover to chuckle

"Your fault for not getting your own ones"

He took the cigarette back and kissed your forehead before placing it between his lips

[yapperblog]

I wanna see you but you're not mine

Tags: suggestive, 18+ only, angst, cheating

RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with it.

You are melting into each others mouths, soft breathless moans filling the dark room, his beard scratches your chin, but you don't care, not when he tastes so good, his hands so tight around your waist. You haven't been together that long, but you think you love him. Know he loves you, because he says it into your ear, pressing his body against yours, making you lay down further on the bed.

You can hear the sounds of the party downstairs. The noise of glass breaking and a second later your friend's voice scolding someone making you both laugh separating for a split second before his lips meet your neck. You feel his hands start to bunch up your skirt around your hips, his rough hands caressing your soft skin.

You don't hear the door open.

"Oh shit" a familiar voice startles you. Your boyfriend separates from you, turning his head towards the noise, his hand moving to cover your exposed thigh.

The door is slightly open, warm light spilling into the room. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, as you look from behind your boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Joost dramatically covers his eyes with a hand, standing in the doorway. "Promise I didn't see anything."

"Hey. What's up." your boyfriend sits up, adjusting his pants, trying to cover up the evident bulge.

"Chris can't figure out the sound system. He was looking for you. I can tell you are busy-" Joost removes the hand that was covering his eyes, looking at you and your boyfriend.

"No, it's okay. I'll go help." your boyfriend replies. He leans in to place a quick kiss on your lips. "They can't do anything without me." you giggle at his words, wiping your lipstick from his lips, fixing his hair at least a little.

"I'll be downstairs." he says to you and gets up, moving past Joost, patting him on the shoulder.

You turn on a nightstand lamp, the soft light making you squint at the contrast.

"Can I come in?" Joost asks hesitating.

"Sure." You smile at him, as you stand up to check your makeup in the mirror. He comes into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever." he says leaning against the door.

"Does it?" you look at him through the mirror. "We've seen each other last weekend at dinner."

"Yeah, but I mean just the two of us."

"Oh. I guess it has been awhile." you sit back on the bed rummaging through your purse looking for a lipstick to reapply it. "You are so busy now. Big star." you tease him laughing.

He smiles and sits next to you. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." you say softly, looking up at him. His eyes are filled with so much adoration, but there is also something else underneath. His gaze moving down to your lips, before returning to your eyes. This look would have made your heart race a year ago, but you buried those feelings deep enough.

"He doesn't deserve you." he says suddenly.

"What?" you look at him confused, you must have misheard him.

"I can't stand seeing you with him." he shakes his head.

"Joost, you are drunk." you say with a chuckle, even though you don't find this funny at all.

"I am." he says turning to fully face you now. "But I mean it. It makes my insides twist whenever I see him put his hands around you. Holding you close" he closes his eyes, "when it should be me."

You feel like your blood is boiling, he can't be serious right now. You and Joost have been friends for many years, although his personality and similar interests you share made you develop a crush on him not that long after meeting him. You hid your feelings towards him scared of ruining your friendship, not being sure if he feels the same way towards you. Until one day you spilled it all out to him, and everything changed, at least for you.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this? He doesn't deserve you" you repeat his words. "And you do?" he winces at your words. "Remember what you said after that night?"

That night. The night you twisted your ankle falling off a bike and Joost helped you get to your apartment, his hands holding you so firm yet gentle, brushing away any fallen tears. Cooing at your winces when he was wrapping a bandage around your ankle. When he kissed your knee so softly, it made your breath catch. You ended up drinking wine, watching trash TV shows till the moon shone through your window.

"How is your foot?" he asks when a commercial break starts.

"Still hurts, but I'll live." you say turning to him. "You didn't have to stay with me."

"I wanted to." Joost replies, his hand brushing your hair softly away from your face.

You didn't think about it, you leaned in and kissed him.

"I'm sorry. I-" you pulled away, but before you could finish your sentence, he crashed his lips into yours. His lips felt like everything you imagined and better, you couldn't get enough of him, but scared to be too eager. It makes you moan into his mouth when he takes more initiative, you feel his hand on your cheek, coordinating your moves, deepening the kiss. You have to separate for air far too quick. You look at him, both of you breathing heavily, still processing what just happened.

"I wanted to do this for a while." you confess to him.

"You should have." he kisses you again, pushing you to lay down making sure not to put any pressure on your injured leg. Your mind is racing a hundred miles an hour, this is finally happening, it seems so silly now that you were scared to confess your feelings to him. Your train of thoughts is interrupted when you feel him bite your bottom lip, the feeling making you gasp and open your mouth in surprise. He uses the opportunity to introduce his tongue to yours.

He is kissing you so deep, making you feel like he also wanted you all this time, you wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him even closer. He smiles into the kiss, making your teeth clash, but you continue making out, not being able to separate from each other. He touches you all over in exploration trying to feel you and at the same time pull more of the delicious sounds from you, which taste so good mixed with your wine stained lips on his mouth.

You fall asleep cuddled up together on the couch, your back to his chest, his big hand splayed on your stomach. Feeling like the happiest person in the world, tracing the tattoo on his knuckles, his steady breath on your neck. You don't remember falling asleep, but you can't wait to wake up and see him again.

You wake up alone. Memories of last night flood in, for a second you can't decide if it was a dream or reality. You yawn stretching, and hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

"Hi." you beam up when you see Joost come into the room, a steaming cup in his hand.

"Hi." when you don't hear the same excitement in his voice and a weak smile on his face, a chill runs down your spine, not in a good way.

"I made you coffee." he says placing the cup on the table in front of you.

"Thank you." you look at him.

He sits down on the side of the couch you both slept in, his hair still messy.

"About last night." he is avoiding your eyes. "I think we should stay friends"

You look at him, not being able to find what to say right now.

"I'm sorry if I led you on." he finally looks at you.

"No, no. I am sorry. It was a mistake." you say your voice uncharacteristically flat, drinking the coffee, which is too bitter, not the way you like it.

"I knew you would understand." he feels like a rock has lifted off his shoulders, meanwhile you can barely breathe trying not to cry, all the color has drained from the room.

He promised this wouldn't ruin your friendship and it didn't. You continued being friends ignoring what happened, even though it took you months to heal and your girl friends wiping your tears away. It took even longer to build your confidence to be able to open up to someone again. Bitter taste still in your mouth.

"I regret it so much, you don't even know." his words are full of pain.

"You are right. I don't know." you want to hurt him with your words, but you give up, you still love him, but not in the same way. You sigh. "There wasn't anyone looking for him, was there?"

"No, Chris actually needed help. But it wasn't that urgent, he would have figured it out on his own." He moves to sit closer to you, putting his hand on your knee.

"Joost..." you lean away from his touch, avoiding his eyes.

"I like you." he leans to try to catch your eyes again. "I like you and I'm sorry it took me so long to realise."

"No." you turn to look at him, your voice raising. "No, you don't get to do this. You know how hard it has been seeing you with different girls all these years?"

"I was so stupid" he sighs and you sit in silence for a few moments. "I was looking for you in every one of them." he turns to look you, his knuckles brush your cheek softly.

"I was right there, Joost." you close your eyes. "You didn't have to look far." Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, you think of everything you could have had together, how different it all could have been, if only he made an effort to see you.

"I am so sorry, liefje." he leans closer to you, his lips a breath away from yours. You don't lean away from him this time.

"Can I kiss you?" his voice is barely above a whisper.

You nod and he closes the distance between you. His lips are soft on yours, his hand warm on your cheek. You kiss him back and hear a sigh of relief from him. It is not rushed like that night, both of you not sure, but he deepens the kiss, his head spinning at the thought that he finally has you. He is holding your jaw so tender lips moving against yours, he wants more, wants himself all over you, but doesn't want to push his luck, doesn't want to scare you away.

He starts to kiss your neck, holding you close to his chest. He can smell your boyfriend's cologne lingering on your skin, he groans while placing open mouth wet kisses along your skin. Gripping your waist, he makes a move to put you on his lap. You let him. He hates that he waited so long to finally do this, that he was scared and blind towards his feelings, but maybe he has a chance now.

"Joost." you try to catch your breath. "Joost, wait." you push at his shoulders. He stops, looking up at you with his big blue eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this." you move from his lap, his hand trailing from your waist to your thigh. You take both of his hands in yours.

He knows what is coming next, his head falling on your shoulder. You brush his hair on the back of his head softly.

"We are better as friends." you tell him. You hear let out a chuckle into your neck.

You pull him to face you, holding his face on each side, "I would have let you do anything you wanted back then, you know." you whisper. He closes his eyes and puts his forehead against yours, the pain of realising what could have been too much to bear. "But that time is long gone."

"Schat..." he can't find the right words, maybe there aren't any. Maybe vocabulary hasn't progressed to fix whatever this situation is.

"I really do love him." you move to sit further away on the bed. You wish it didn't hurt that much to leave him here, but it's better for the both of you.

You find your boyfriend downstairs on a couch, enthusiastically telling a story to your group of friends. You touch his shoulder and sit down next to him, a smile spreading across his face as soon as he sees you. He places a kiss on your lips "There you are."

"Missed me?" you tease him, your face still close to his.

"Yeah. Always." he kisses you again.

"Get a room you two." your friend groans in a joking manner.

"We tried!" your boyfriend says laughing. You fall back into the conversation again.

"Jesus.. Slow down, dude." someone calls out from the kitchen. You turn around to see Joost drinking a second shot. He slams down the glass, and heads towards the balcony, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket.

"What's up with him?" your boyfriend asks pointing in Joost's direction. You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll go for a smoke too, to check on him." he says. "Wanna join?"

"No, I'm okay." you give him a weak smile and watch him open the balcony door.

After a long while, your boyfriend finally comes back joining you on the couch, smelling like smoke.

"How did it go?" you ask.

"Fine, Joost just kept saying how lucky I am. I should treasure you." he puts an arm around your shoulders, smell of cigarettes enveloping you.

"Well, you should." you laugh, but your heart aches.

It is around 3 am, you feel way too drunk, more than you planned to be today. But time has flown by, you caught up with all your friends at the party, having a drink with each different group, mingling with everyone.

"Should we go home?" you ask your boyfriend.

"Yeah. I am knackered." his head falls dramatically to your shoulder.

As you leave, you see Joost going upstairs, a pretty girl by his side.

[forlorn-crows]

crow just tell me, tell me that mountain is not the somno enthusiast ever. that's right you can't!!! cause he is and I'll absolutely die on this hill

his big dick may be desperately rattling the bars of it's enclosure and losing when mount's awake but when big boy's asleep it takes over!!! he's soooo reactive but also a dead sleeper and oh how he loves waking up with sticky pants, just that delicious little sprinkle of humiliation in it all

I dunno imo he just is the somno boy, don't ya think?

mountain absolutely has a humiliation kink. plus, king of cumming in his pants, cumming untouched, and wet dreams? makes him the perfect target for some somno fun. not sure if anyone remembers "stuff that grows from mountains head", but that little ficlet of dew whispering sweet nothings just to watch the snapdragons grow, hinted that he likes to get a little filthy sometimes too . . .

dew influencing mountain's wet dream w/a side of somno handjobs under the cut, feat. mentions of how hot cumulus is

happy birthday ♡

Dew loves watching him like this. Expressive and unabashed in his sleep, unaware of anything except the fantasies playing out in his mind. His dick taking over his self control and bending him to the will of pleasure. 

Plus he’s cute and fun to mess with. Can’t blame a ghoul for wanting to play a little. 

“What’s goin’ on in there big guy? Hm?” Dew cards his hand through Mountain’s hair. He’s fallen asleep with his head in Dew’s lap, pleasantly warm and lulled by the soft rock record Dew had put on. Middle of their conversation too, the goof, but the fire ghoul won’t hold him to it.

Mountain’s only response is a small, high-pitched noise, paired with a twitch of his fingers. His cock twitches too, already tenting in his linen pants. Dew wants nothing more than to yank them down and expose that beautiful length, watch it sway and bob as he gets harder and harder. 

Later, though; he wants to have a little fun first.

“Let me guess . . . Rain?” The fire ghoul waits for a response, but isn’t granted anything that signals his guess was correct.

“No? Hm. Swiss?” Still nothing. It’s a quick round of Guess Who? before he reaches his answer: “Lus?”

Mountain’s mouth drops open in a soft sigh, cock twitching again. There’s a little wet spot on the front of his pants now, and his ears twitch as Dew laughs knowingly. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her curls, doesn’t she, Mount?” Dew sighs with a smile, petting at the freshly-sprouting justicia blooms around the base of one horn. Pretty fuchsia petals the same color as her favorite lipstick.

“Lucifer, she’s so gorgeous, huh? Wonder what you’re dreaming about . . . maybe she’s got you worshiping her tits, suckin’ on ‘em just how she likes . . .”

The earth ghoul lets out a throaty moan, top lip twitching to show a flash of teeth and tongue. Dew hums and traces along his mouth with his thumb. Back and forth, back and forth; sliding the pad of it along the tip of his tongue with each pass. Mountain’s mouth twitches again, and Dew is eager to slip his thumb inside. Watching as his lips close around the digit automatically, as they have so many times before, and he starts to suck. It’s ever so gentle, and a little bit sloppy, but it still makes Dew go all fuzzy inside. 

“Yeah, bet it’s just like that,” he continues. “Sucking on her nipples until she gets all wet. Bet she calls you a good boy while you do it.”

Mountain huffs a moan around his finger. His leg kicks out, momentum rolling him fully onto his back, limbs sprawling out every which way as the true amount of his arousal is exposed to Dew: his cock is absolutely pressed to the seam of his pants, leaking into the fabric enough to rival a water ghoul. 

“Fuck you’re as wet as she’d be, aren’t you,” the fire ghoul breathes. Mountain’s head lolls to the side, and his thumb slips out of his mouth, a line of drool following his fingernail. “Drooling all over her while she gets on your lap. Probably wouldn’t even have to take you to get you to bust, she could just rub her cunt all over you and you’d be creaming yourself, wouldn’t you?”

“Huh–uhh,” Mountain groans, all raspy on his exhale. Dew can see his eyes roll behind his eyelids, no doubt picturing the scene to a T. He makes a noise of agreement and smooths his hands down Mountain’s chest, gripping in a way Cumulus might, making sure to press the tips of his claws right in above his nipples. Imitating a pretty manicure pressed into his pecs. 

“So pretty when she grabs you. Pushing her tits together with her elbows and her hair floats around her like a goddess. Callin’ you honey and love and baby.”

The earth ghoul bucks up into nothing, hands slowly fisting into the sheets beneath him. Whimpering when Dew digs his hands in just a little more.

“Bet your balls get so big when she bounces on that cock.” Dew’s own voice is getting a little husky now, dick chubbing up in interest under Mountain’s head. “Fuck, and she feels so good. So warm and wet and you just wanna grab her hips and never let go . . .”

“Wan’ . . . oh,” Mountain mutters, voice pitching up at the end into something breathy and feminine and Satanas does Dew want to hear him make it again. 

“Oh yeah? You make pretty noises like that for her?” He slowly slides out from underneath Mountain’s head, laying it down gently onto the mattress before shuffling closer to his lower half. Dew glances up the length of him, taking in the rucked-up shirt, the hands kneading at the blankets, chest rising and falling a little faster now. Breath coming out in short puffs from his slack mouth, every other one accented with a sweet, quiet noise—almost like a dog yipping in its dreams. His hips follow his dick as it twitches upwards, thrusting into some imaginary curvy body. 

“There you go, make sure you fuck her real good,” the fire ghoul teases, already pressing at that wet spot on the front of his pants. Groaning when he feels how hot he’s gotten there. 

He’s fitting to burst at any moment, really. And Dew would very much like to see that. 

“Wonder if she’s seen you like this,” he continues, tugging on the waistband. “All hot and bothered and you don’t even know it. Does she know how cute you get when you wake up all sticky?”

Dew gets his pants down just far enough to free his length, cursing when it throbs just from the exposure. “Fuck, those pretty nails wrapped around this big dick . . . fucking hells, Mount.”

Whatever hands-off objective he had before disintegrates when Mountain full-body groans and his cock spurts out another bead of pre—Dew can’t resist that, he just can’t. He wraps his hand around him and strokes him root to tip, biting back his own noise when Mountain visibly shudders. 

“Ffuhh . . . mm li’ . . . tha’, gon’ . . . “ He’s babbling syllables again, getting louder the longer Dew jerks him off. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for her?” he goads, watching his face contort in flashes of pleasure. Feeling his cock get even fuller in his hand. “Shit, fill her up so good it’ll all drip out of her when she sits on your face and you get to suck on her perfect little—”

With a low groan, he’s squirting onto his belly in bursts of white, toes curling and his eyes rolling all the way back into his skull. 

“Oh, baby,” Dew groans, his own cock throbbing between his legs. He just keeps going, wringing out shot after shot until it’s dribbling down his knuckles, the earth ghoul unconsciously mewling as he starts to reach overstimulation. More drool running out of the corner of his mouth as his head is tossed to the side.

“Fuck, Mount,” Dew mutters. He lets his cock flop back down against his stomach, licking the cum from his fingers as he watches the bigger ghoul sigh shakily and melt back into the sheets. Boneless and limp like nothing ever happened.

But Dew’s certainly not done with him yet. 

“Wakey-wakey,” he lilts, pulling Mountain’s pants further down his legs so he can situate himself between them. Smoothing his hands up his thighs to grab at his hips while simultaneously licking a hot stripe from balls to tip, sending a quick zing of heat through his palms to rouse him from slumber. 

Mountain half snuffles, half snorts himself awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he can’t quite remember how he got there. “Wha . . .” He cranes his neck up to glance down at Dew, happily licking up the cum from the hair around the base of his cock with a gaze full of mischief. The earth ghoul nearly chokes as his brain catches up to his body, eyes going wide as he presses up onto his elbows. “Satanas, Dew, unholy fuck.”

“What’d you dream about, big boy?” he teases, suckling briefly on the head of his softening cock. 

“H-oh shit—”

“Yeah?” He kisses back down the shaft, grinning at the heat rising to Mountain’s face with every whimper. “Wanna have some more fun?"

[saintzweig]

are we gonna be getting pro-tennis player patrick zweig x younger socialite girlfriend headcanons

-bambi

ask and you shall receive my favorite oomf girliism 🫶 this is more on fluff n just some background :)

ꢾ꣒ the two of you met through your father, once a professional tennis player who now spends his time doing charities and building foundations.

ꢾ꣒ you usually help your father handle the affairs, co-directing charities events, galas and dinners.

ꢾ꣒ patrick was reluctant to go the first time he was invited but tashi and art convinced him it would be good for his image, to save his career from reputation as a manwhore and his sloppy techniques.

ꢾ꣒ got bored not even five minutes in and tried to flirt with you to get you to come with him to the bathroom.

ꢾ꣒ you only smiled as you introduced him to your father, who he realized was the man he idolized when he was a kid.

ꢾ꣒ attended every event he got invited to in hopes of seeing you again.

ꢾ꣒ and when he does see you, he's following you around the venue like a lost puppy. he only shrugs and says you're the only person he knows

ꢾ꣒ you finally had enough and drag him to a janitor's closet far away from the room.

ꢾ꣒ i'd say two years since then, you move in together almost immediately, in an apartment gifted by your father.

ꢾ꣒ very secure couple, you know how attractive the other one is so it doesn't really bother you when people try to flirt, if anything it only inflates your ego.

ꢾ꣒ not when they cross the line obviously. even though he trusts you, he still gets protective every now and then. when he sees you looking uncomfortable, he doesn't waste a second and immediately comes to take you away. not without showing off to the person trying to flirt with you of course.

ꢾ꣒ hands you his credit card whenever you say you need new clothes or accessories, even though you can afford it.

ꢾ꣒ his personal driver is also yours, he makes sure to make them sign non-disclosure agreements because some wild shit happens in the backseat.

ꢾ꣒ you have his initials embroidered on your clothes because he once mentioned that he likes the idea of marking you

ꢾ꣒ lets you drag him to countless galas and dinners, even though it's not really his thing

ꢾ꣒ to make up for it, you let him drag you to his morning trainings and sometimes lunches with tashi and art

ꢾ꣒ he's also a fan favorite in your friend group, you brought him to a girl brunch once and everyone loved him. i think he'd be so good at spilling and receiving tea

ꢾ꣒ always on the front row during his games, wearing his favorite colors

ꢾ꣒ it's impossible for him to lose now that he has you, you bring him so much confidence but also he just really wants to prove himself to you.

ꢾ꣒ talks about you a lot during interviews even when the question has nothing to do with you or your relationship. also his lock screen is always a photo of you, a selfie or a professional photo taken during fashion week.

ꢾ꣒ makes a game out of guessing the color of your underwear

ꢾ꣒ he'd be the type to rip them and assure you he'd buy you new ones. so that's where his money is going

ꢾ꣒ inappropriate touches under the table is definitely one of his hobbies, as well as sneaking into bathrooms during events

ꢾ꣒ also car sex ... very often ... he loves seeing you all disheveled as you lay on the seat beneath him. all sweaty with your mascara and lipstick smudged on your face. your lace panties hanging off your foot.

ꢾ꣒ when he retires, that's when you two finally settle down completely. moving out of your apartment into a proper house, with the goal of filling it with kids.

ꢾ꣒ the two of you build a tennis academy where he teaches and mentors younger aspiring tennis players

ꢾ꣒ also the wedding was big, i'm talking the best venues and decorations. over a hundred guests due to your connections and standing, it was all over the internet too. most fashionable new york socialite and grand slam winner ties the knot.

ꢾ꣒ three kids, two boys and one girl. his favorite one is definitely his little girl.

ꢾ꣒ he's definitely come a long way and he has you to thank for that.

[painted-bees]

I’m interested in Blood, Lipstick, and Strawberry for everyone! (Especially strawberry after Tess enters their lives)

Raf has no strong feelings either way. He knows he has a nice face and a charismatic personality to go with it. he has a bit of a complicated relationship with all that, but it doesn't occupy a lot of space in his brain--not in any direct manner. He does have a skincare routine that, from Margie's perspective, mostly just looks like part of his shaving routine. But he washes and moisturizes his face in the morning and before bed [and retinol], exfoliates a couple times a week during his showers, and is very particular about his razors, shaving cream, and aftershave products. Raf... really loves maintaining his well established rituals, and skincare is definitely one of them. It gives him a sense of control over his life.

Margie does....uh...none of this. Margie is lucky if she remembers to shower without having to be reminded. She thinks her face is too squat, that her forehead is too high, and that her lips and eyebrows are too thin...also that her eyes are too wide. She gets nervous over her perception that she looks wide-eyed and manic in photos, with her big, broad smile. She used to wear a lot thick, gothy eyeliner and lotsa lip balm on highschool--and then stopped applying makeup completely for years. Nowadays, she'll apply--no--Raf'll appy make-up for live shows and such...and sometimes she'll wear light makeup if she's feeling fancy on a sunny day...but by and large, she's pretty negligent haha

Cortes doesn't have to apply make-up! She can make her face look as dolled up or plain as she wants without external cosmetic supplies..! Also, she's ver content and pleased with her crafted appearance--even if it is kinda a half-assed construction. It does its job!

Raf and Margie are both kinda squeamish, but Raf is a lot more stoic about it. Neither of them are happy to see blood, neither of them want to look at that kind of thing.

I guess the worst either of them have had to deal with in this regard was when Margie sliced herself up real bad on an oyster bed and turned her hands and knees into ground beef for a while. Even after she received her stitches, she couldn't stand to look at them for long. Raf wasn't very comfy with it either, but someone had to keep them clean and dry and well cared for, and Margie couldn't use her hands for much of it--and so he took care of them for her. Squeamishness took the backseat to his desire to make sure she was healthy, clean, and healing up well.

Tess isn't squeamish at all. It's all just meat, and meat is delicious tbh. Nothing gross about any of that.

Margie and Raf are both kind of...Animist lite? agnostic, I suppose, is a good term for it. They understand that there are things beyond their understanding and things there are no answers for, and their spirituality sits in that space unique to each of them. They both perform superstitious rituals of respect to entities they're not fully sure exist in a capacity to appreciate it, and they don't do so consciously most of the time. Raf is more prone to these kinds of things than Margie, though. Margie, at most, will host very one-sided conversations with the wind that shut her bedroom door or such. Raf is prone to leave food and other small offerings out for things...incase those things are hungry. For no reason other than a sneaking suspicion that there is something present who might appreciate the guesture. An impulse on a hunch that he doesn't even really question.

Margie thinks it's very sweet.

Margie has a passive curiosity for things like tarot cards and astrology, but nothing very serious. She'll happily take any manner of good news from these sources, though.

Neither of them were raised by very religious parents. Raf, even less so than Margie. But Raf has had exposure to a lot of other cultural superstitions and such that Margie hadn't been exposed to, and this is perhaps why he takes it just a shade more seriously than she does.

Cortes is acutely aware of what exists and what doesn't. She has never encouraged or deterred the other two from their spiritually motivated mannerisms [or lack thereof].

♡♡♡ yisss thank you for sending these ones!! Q vQ!!!

[lumierian]

idk?????

hei, come here now. i'm home.

a pop up notification from a very aniticipated person.

welcome home! i'm still at work. will be there in 2 hours

it's Saturday 8 a.m, what do you mean work? come over now. i'll take a bath, my house passcode is 143143

frown. what joke this boy pulling out at you now? his house passcode? take a bath? is this somekind of a new scam?

"aint fall for it" is what i say, yet i get ready to going outside from my comfy bed with a few plushies around. i start from making the bed, then go to the wash room to take a bath, choose some comfortable outfit to make you feel warm. last, put some make up on especially my favorite pink lipstick.

i'm on my way, you done bath yet?

sent. i stand up for one minute in front of my apartment door, no reply. then i take a five minutes walk to the bus stop. lady luck on my side today! bus arrive on time. i look around the road, busy sunday. most of them are teens who's tired from school life and enjoying today's not so warm weather laughing with their friends. ten minutes has passed, i have to get off the bus then walk again for another five minutes. there is a convenient store, i decide to have a breakfast there.

"three sausages, one onigiri and three banana milk"

i eat my breakfast in front of the convenient store, all the chair are empty. i choose the one close by the door. i open our roomchat, "really though? Zayne? it's not like him to act this way"

you done?

no reply. i continue my meal time.

done, come now

he does like to bossing around. as i finish my little breakfast, i walk to his apartment in this very fancy neighborhood. i ring his doorbell,

"wait-" i hear his voice then a beep come out, he open the door. surpised, by his apperance, i forgot what i want to say as i prepare the sausage and banana milk from the store that's already in my hands ready to give it to him.

"what is wrong with you?" unconsciously i say those words.

"what is wrong? what?" he looks at the sausage and milk in my hands then take it "for me i guess? thanks"

shake my head, something wrong with him? or the trip?

"bed head, pajamas, you sure you took a bath?" i sit on his comfortable couch.

"...can you wait here? i'll bathing now" head empty, just nod. he's too fast eathing and drink those food i gave him earlier.

head still empty, i sit comfortably or make myself comfortable. this room always make me drowsy, i wonder if he has a drowsy ghost or something.

"now i'm done" i look at him with similar outfit like mine, i laugh. i don't know what's going on with or how the brilliant mind of his works.

"something funny?" frowns, he looks at his outfit then me then look at his outfit again.

"YOU- you ask me to come so we can wear a couple outfit? tell me the truth!"

he smiles, what a beautiful smile. not a big one, but he's smiling. i love it.

"let's go" again, he act like he's a boss. i follow his footsteps, wherever he go, i look at his lonely broad shoulder, i decide to walk side by side.

"where?"

"somewhere to show off our couple-wear" he holds my hand, interwined like we will live together forever.

we walk to the park near his apartmen to show off our couple-wear. he must hit his head somewhere in his trip.

"do you like kid?" he ask me weird question,

"no? i will only like my own kid"

"does that mean you like my own kid too?"

"does your kid also mine?"

"the we have to get married soon"

"marriage.." is stop, then look at him in that gazing at me all this time.

"that's the least thing i want to do in this world" i look the other way, saying those will hurt him, i know.

i feel a cold hand pat my haed gently, with a gentle voice he says,

"i will wait, with my entire life"

your heart stop beating, only to look at him smiling, the moment i cherish the most. i take his hand that's been rest on my head. coping it with my hands.

"your hand's cold. i'll warm them"

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sorry for some grammatical error, i write this so i can study English :'3

[dadddybangtan]

Metanoia | ch. five

cw: strip club, violence, unwanted advances, strong language

word count: 1.6k

a.n. this is when i start begging you to check out the pinterest board in the tob! also jk intro ughhhhh

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Jin wears a black satin button down with only a few buttons fastened. His strong neck is bare as well as his pale chest. His pants are tight and accentuate his thighs nicely. I prohibit myself from looking any longer or I might make a mental note of his bulge. And with that thought alone, I realize it's too late.

My attire isn't much different. I wear a thin blue button down with diamond-like buttons and black skinny jeans. Ones that make my ass look like a peach. I keep my shirt buttoned to the top. I'm glad I bought some rings while we were at the mall, they look good piled on my hands.

"You clean up nicely," Seokjin said, "Take off a few rings though. Wear no more than three, it's tacky."

There goes that word again. I thought I knew what was tasteless and classy based solely on my personal taste. I'm learning that I'm wrong and my idea of wealth and it's aesthetic is under-researched. I slide a few rings off and onto the kitchen table.

"Better, now let's go. JK and the rest are already there."

The moment I step out of Jin's car, I smell the cigarette smoke and the alcohol. And I see a lot of men. I notice that the men to women ratio is unfair. There's a line outside, people waiting to get in I assume. Jin and I skip it and the bouncers greet him and address him as Mr. Kim.

Saranghae Mullin is a red themed strip club. There's a main stage where most of the men are sitting around, dinner tables, a bar and scattered pole dancers throughout the venue. A ruby beaded curtain hangs in the corner. The music is loud and bass boosted.

I follow Jin until we stop at a table with five people and two empty chairs.

"Ah, there you guys are." A man with an eyebrow and a lip piercing says. He wears a dark red shirt with a thin zebra print scarf. And he has these big, manic eyes and a twitching smile. He stands up and hugs Jin, "How was the drive back."

"It was fine, really." Jin sits and immediately opens the menu.

"And you must be Jimin," He says, walking towards me. He grabs my shoulder harshly before massaging it, "Do you know who I am?"

I glance down at Jin who was also looking up at me. He raises one eyebrow, hinting at something. Then the man's hand massages harder, rising to my neck and running his thumb over my Adam's apple.

"JK." I guess.

"Mhm," He curls up one side of his mouth in a sinister smirk, "Have a seat, Jimin."

There's an empty chair between Jin and a pretty woman with a wide face and a layered bob. She scans me and huffs out a derogatory laugh, taking a drink.

"Welcome to my world," He shouts, spreading his arms to show his club. He smiles wide, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I'm led to believe he's had a lot to drink, "You like?"

"It's very nice, sir."

JK and the rest of the table laugh. All except Jin who flips the one-page menu over. We meet eyes and he nods to me. I don't know what it means.

"I know. And with your help, it'll be even nicer," He says sitting back in his seat next to another woman with plump cheeks, blood red lipstick and bedroom eyes, "You're a cute, little thing, aren't you."

My blood begins to boil in my veins, but I have to stay chill. I refrain from responding, afraid of what crude insult will fly out of my mouth.

"Come on, don't be modest. Jin, man, you have taste," JK licked his lips and teased the lip ring with his slick tongue, "Speaking of taste, excuse me."

He calls over a young waitress who's uniform is that of lingerie. Red as well.

"We're ready to order. Sirloin steaks all around. Medium well. And a couple bottles of wine," He smiles at the woman seated next to him, "It is a business dinner after all. And send your best girl tonight. I'm in need of a lap dance."

"Yessir." The waitress coos.

"Now, where was I? Ah, Jimin. The cute, little boy toy who's going to kill my biggest rival. I don't believe it," He starts, "But I have to. See, if I sent Lucas out to Daegu to kill the kitten faced bastard, he'd be killed in a heartbeat. Because everyone knows who he is. He's my killer. So his men know to look out for him, but you? You're a pretty face, a new face. Jin says you lure in your prey, tell us about that."

He doesn't break eye contact with me once. I gulp under pressure and I keep looking at Jin for some sort of escape from this interrogation.

"I'm a thief. But I'm hot. People trust me. Trust is my best weapon," I say, running my hand through my hair, "And gaining a rich man's trust is easy. You never look at his diamond encrusted watch, or his leather shoes. You look into his greedy eyes as if there's anything of decency left. You make him believe that he's worth more than his fat ass wallet. You'll be surprised what a rich man will give you when he believes that he's actually an interesting person."

Everyone's silent and I grow more nervous with every second that goes without anyone saying anything.

"Oh. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna like you." JK says just as the waitress returns with three bottles and seven glasses. She cracks open a bottle and begins pouring all of the glasses, she leaves without saying a word. JK raises a glass up in the air, "To Jimin. My new huntress."

The rest raise their glasses too, even Jin. They wait for me, but I get caught on the fact that he referred to me with a feminine term. It doesn't make me uncomfortable, it does quite the opposite. There's a different sort of confidence that enters me when I ponder about being a feminine man. I raise my glass to that alone.

The glasses clink and the tension fades.

"I'm Hwasa," The woman next to me finally says, "The big boy with the ears is Lucas. Pretty girl, Jennie. Pretty boy, Eunwoo."

"You're pretty too." I compliment.

"You're prettier," She flirted, "You should ask Lucas to get you some target practice before you go out to Daegu. 'Cause you're smart but he's- accurate. Fast, hasty, impulsive but—."

"I can hear you." His voice is raspy and low, similar to Taehyung's.

"Yeah, I bet, Dumbo."

The joke I don't find funny seems to amuse Lucas just fine. So I smile along with them.

"It might have to be off-grid, though," Jin cuts in, "Lucas is one of Daegu's most wanted hit men. Only safe when he's on JK's turf. If they see you guys together, you're both dead."

"Well how much time do we have before we go to Deagu?" I ask.

"Not much," JK pauses as the waitress serves the steaks to the guests, "I want you guys out there tomorrow night."

"Sir, we agreed to give Jimin a five day training period. Language, etiquette, codes. He can't learn that in a day."

"And I want the bastard dead," He slams his fist in the table, nobody flinches but me.

"Do you want Jimin dead too?" Jin asks.

JK looks at me. He plays with the damn lip ring again and rubs his fingers together as if my life is just a thing he can toy with. I try my best to show no fear. No weakness, no vulnerability. My life has value outside of this table.

"Don't ask me. Frankly, I don't give a fuck." He huffs.

"Sir—."

"Well you better start givin' a hell of a lot more fucks. 'Cause I'll kill that man and I'll kill you too, I will. I don't need your money as much as you need his head. So you're gonna respect me and my life. Or you won't have one." I blurt out. I looked around, everyone was stunned. Except for Jin who looks utterly stressed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

JK knocks his chair over as he stands up, earning the attention of everyone around him. He storms to my spot, grabs my collar and drags me with him. He brushes past the ruby red beaded curtains and pushes me against the wall, holding my neck steady.

"You got some balls on you, Jimin. Nobody fucking talks to me like that," He says. tightening his grip on my airways, "You hear me? You are replaceable, sweetie, and I will kill you without a second thought. I said I'm gonna like you. But you need to know what you agreed on. Your life is mine. For as long as you live it, you're under my surveillance. Why? Because this isn't some cookie cutter minimum wage job. You're a killer for a druglord now, baby. Everyone in this very building should be in prison. So you listen to me, you do what I say and you shut that pretty mouth of yours. Got it?"

"Mhm." I wheeze.

"Good," He releases and I hutch over, breathless, gasping and choking on his monologue, "I'll give you three days to learn the ropes. So pay attention."

I swallow hard, throat already sore.

"Oh, look at you. Even prettier than before," He says, eyeing the bruise he's surely left on my neck and runs the back of his hand down it, "I'm really, really gonna like you."

He opens the beaded curtain and gestures me to exit. I'm frozen stuck to the wall, my jaw clattering my teeth together as I shiver in fear. He just grabs my arm and forces me out. I promised no fear, but, God, I am petrified. JK is a wild card with no respect for boundaries. I wish Jin had briefed me on that bit in the car ride here.

[sarahisslytherin]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅𝐅 || 𝐄.𝐌.

summary: after eddie has a bad day at school, you decide to treat him.  contains: mentions of bullying, skipping class, just teenage fun and fluff i guess.  a/n: it makes me so happy ferris bueller came out the same year this season is set in.

eddie’s been real quiet the whole drive home, undivided attention on the winding road in front of him. you only caught a glimpse of him today in between classes, but the brief couple of minutes he’d planned to spend with you had been spent fending off jason and his goons by the lockers.

he knows you saw it, knows you witnessed him get pushed around by hawkins high’s golden boy. he knows you’re probably reconsidering dating him because of it. he doesn’t blame you. he’d leave him too. what he doesn’t know is that all you want right now is to see him smile. 

“eddie.” you say, your voice hoarse from not having used it the whole ride. “eddie, look at me.”

“i’d rather keep my eyes on the road, babe.” he forces a chuckle. “your parents will kill me if i don’t get you home in one piece.” 

you roll your eyes before turning to look out the window. your house comes into view as eddie rounds the corner. “i’ll call you later, alright?” eddie says, a small smile on his face as he pictures you on the phone in your pajamas, just like every night, talking about nothing with him in hushed tones till you both fall asleep. 

you nod, give him a kiss and he watches you walk away and slip into your house before he heads home.

“eddie.” you whisper in his ear, pushing back his wild hair as you do. “eddie.”

he doesn’t budge, only mutters some gibberish that vaguely resembles your name before rolling over in bed. “eddie!” you whisper again, this time with more gusto. finally those big brown doe eyes of his begin to flutter open, a smile forming on his face as he takes you in.

“well, well, well.” he smirks. “and here i thought i was just having a really good dream.” he doesn’t seem to be very fazed to find you hovering over him in his bed, wide eyes staring into his. 

“get dressed, ed.” you instruct him, handing him a pair of ripped jeans, a leather jacket and his hellfire tee. “we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

“what do you mean?” he yawns, streching as he sits up and begins to change into his shirt.

“we’re skipping school today, edward.” you state matter-of-factly as you apply some mascara in eddie’s mirror. “movies, junk food, dare i say d&d, the works.”

“no shit!” eddie laughs as he sits at the edge of his bed, clearly ecstatic. “what’s the occasion?” 

you spin around, your smile fading as you take a seat beside him and begin to fiddle with his hair. “i know jason’s been giving you hell these past few weeks. i miss my eddie, you know, the one that’s always cracking jokes and being an absolute idiot.”

eddie’s smile has also disappeared, but that earns you the ghost of a chuckle. “as much as i appreciate that, i don’t need you to blow off school just to pamper me, babe. i’m not exactly ferris bueller.”

“what, you think there’s nothing in it for me?” you shove him playfully. “i wanna go to the movies, i wanna eat junk food. i don’t wanna to play d&d but i can think of a few other ways to spend the time.”

“you’re impossible.” eddie rolls his eyes incredulously, grinning as he does it. “there’s no talking you out of this, is there?”

“afraid not, munson.” you shrug. 

“alright, then.” eddie sighs, standing up and extending his hand to you. “i guess it’s my day off.”

you leave the movie theater arm in arm, goofy smiles plastered onto your faces. your lipstick’s a bit smeared from when eddie had forgone actually watching the movie and instead decided he’d rather make out. 

“where to next, milady?” eddie asks in his best old timey accent, to which you respond in kind: “hm, perhaps the arcade, good sir.”

it’s refreshing to see him smile again. his laugh is infectious and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. he lets you win nearly all the games at the arcade, no matter how much you protest. “oh, come on, eddie!” you groan as he lets you beat him at air hockey yet again. 

“i know what you’re doing!” you point an accusatory finger.

“being an amazing boyfriend?” he teases, rounding the table to give you a playful noogie, but you quickly escape the loose headlock to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“maybe.” you huff.

you know eddie’s mouth is moving, and you know words are coming out of it, but you cannot for the life of you comprehend the rules of d&d. eddie must notice the way your eyes glaze over as you doze off, because soon he’s snapping his fingers and snickering at you like a mischievous child. 

“you still with me, hon?” he asks, grinning ear to ear. you can’t help but smile back.

“i’m with you.” you sigh, in a haze. surely eddie knows what you mean, knows you haven’t registered a thing he’s said, knows you’ll always be by his side, on his good days and on his bad ones.

���hey, babe?” he says, his voice smaller than it was before. “thanks for today.”

“it was nothing.” you wave a hand modestly.

“not to me.” eddie tells you. “meant a lot to me.”

there’s a comfortable silence in the air for a beat or two, before he suddenly sweeps the dice littering the table and breaks it once more. “wanna make out?” he offers.

you immediately let out a sigh of relief, hopping to sit on the table in one swift motion and pulling him in close by the collar of his hellfire tee. “i thought you’d never ask!”

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[mrschilly]

Just a little birthday present

The party will begin at 6 p.m. Declan will try and keep Mason busy for a while, but I'd prefer you to be here a bit earlier, just in case. xx

Ben invited y/n to the surprise birthday party he was trying to organize for his friend. It was a last minute invitation and she didn't have quite enough time to think to a proper present for Mason. She met Mason for the first time when Ben moved to London, since the both of them were longtime friends. She learned really quickly how Mason was the sweetest guy on Earth and he wouldn't go mad over the fact she didn't bring him a big present for his birthday. Her presence was enough, he would have said.

I'll be there by 5.30, that's the best I can do ;)

She took from the closet her favourite dress, the silk blue one. It was a bit risk for her to wear that dress, because it had a crazy neckline and it would make everyone dizzy. But it was a special occasion between a small circle of people and, after all, Mason really deserved to see her that way. She knew him long enough to tell he was flirting with her. It wasn't just her impression but also Ben confirmed she drove Mason crazy. "He doesn't stop talking about you" or "He lost his mind for you" were the kind of texts she sometimes received from her best friend. She never spoke with Mason about it but his birthday was the right occasion for y/n to tell him she was feeling the same.

She wore a gold necklace, a little gift from Ben for her 18th birthday, and a pair of earrings with pearls. After sprinkling two drops of her favourite perfume and wearing her favourite red lipstick, she wrapped her present in the gift paper with great care. It was a book, The Pillars of the Earth. It was her favorite book and she really hoped Mason would appreciate it too.

She was finally ready to go. The only thing stopping her was a sense of anxiety. "What if I'm not enough and my present sucks?" was the question hammering in her head but there was nothing she could do about it now, because she already said yes to Ben and Mason would have been sorrowful for not seeing her to the most important event of his life.

She took the little present, her bag and the car keys and left. She opened Spotify on the car radio, just to chill out and calm that sense of anxiety she had, and drove towards Mason's house.

It was a quick ride and she arrived just in time to see some of Mason's friends get out of the car and ring the bell.

- Hi. - she timidly approched them, waving her hand.

- Hi, I guess you are y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you. Mason always talks about you. What did you do to that guy? - a tall blond guy giggled and greated her.

- Yes, I am y/n. - her cheeks flushed as she shook his hand - I don’t really know what I did but I’ll try to find it out tonight. - she smiled.

- Well, look who's here. Just in time, Mason is coming home. - Ben headed to the little group, opening the gate for them. - Hi, y/n. I'm so happy you're here. I missed you. - he softly kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. That was enough for her to calm down a little bit, even if her heart was stil racing inside her chest.

- I missed you, too, my dear. - she whispered in his ear, as he was still holding her next to him.

He smiled back and invited everyone inside. Mason's living room was all decorated for his birthday and his family was already gathered there for their little child's birthday. Y/N guessed that inviting Mason's parents to his party was one of the many suprises Ben prepared for him. Y/N smiled at this, recognizing how much Ben loved Mason and how much he cared about the little one.

Y/N was welcomed by Mason's family but she didn't have much time for the presentation, since Ben told everyone to be quite because Mason was coming.

- So, when he enters, everyone of us has to say Happy birthday. All clear? - Ben asked

- Yes. - everyone in the room echoed as they gathered in a small semicircle, just waiting for Mason to arrive.

Just a few minutes later, they heard the keys in the front door lock and Declan and Mason entered in the house. Mason was really carried in the discussion he was having with Declan and, at first, he didn’t see what was going on in his living room.

- Happy birthday, Mason. - everyone said, clapping their hands.

- Oh my God. - Mason brought his hands to his mouth. He clearly didn’t expect everyone to be there and his eyes filled with tears as soon as he saw his family being there to celebrate his birthday. - I didn’t expect you to be here. - were the first words he said, heading towards them and hugging everyone.

- Who organized the party? - he asked, after hugging everyone in the room.

- Well, I did and Declan had my back by keeping you busy. Hopefully he could do it long enough for us to be all here, because I know you wanted to come home earlier. - Ben giggled, patting him on the back.

- Sorry, I just wanted to play FIFA with some friends. I didn’t know what you were organizing. - he smiled, being visibly excited for the surprise.

The party was going on really well and y/n was sticking around, talking with some of Mason’s friends. She couldn’t talk to him properly since he came home. It seemed like everyone else wanted him all for themselves and she hoped she could at least talk to him at the end of the party.

At a certain point, y/n took her coat and went out in the backyard. She hoped her absence would have gone unnoticed, at least that was what she thought untile she felt a hand on her shoulder.

- Hi. - Mason whispered - Why is this pretty lady all alone in my backyard? Did she got lost or something? -

- No, I’m not lost. - she smiled, even if her heart began to hammer again in her chest. - I just needed some fresh air. -

- I hope you’re enjoying the party. - his voice had a vein of pain in it.

- Yes, Mase, I really do. Your friends are funny and I’m glad to be here, actually. - she caressed his cheek. This time, touching him felt different. She was looking at him with different eyes and hoped he was feeling the same about her, even if she already knew he had a crush on her.

- I’m glad you’re here, too. This dress looks amazing on you, by the way. - his cheeks flushed as he was uttering these words and it was clear he wasn’t used to compliment someone he was in love with.

- Thank you, Mase. - she giggled

He looked her in the eyes and smiled. It seemed as time stopped and neither of them wanted to interrupt that moment. Finally, he took courage and his hand leaned on her waist.

- May I? - he asked, getting closer to her.

- Yes, you can. - she murmured, her breath becoming heavier.

He softly leaned his lips on hers as her arms curled around his neck. She returned the kiss immediately and her hands flew onto his hair. This simple touch of him drove her crazy and there was an explosion of butterflies into her stomach. His touch was very delicate and his lips were soaked with red wine.

He gently asked for permission with his tongue and she immediately gave it to her. Their tongues met quickly and they began a slow dance in her mouth. His tongue was a bit coarse but his touch was still so delicate that everything was perfect.

He was the first to interrupt the kiss, just because he needed to catch his breath.

- This is the best present I could ever wish to receive for my birthday. - he murmured, leaning his forehead on hers.

- Are you serious? - she asked, not being able to believe it.

- Yep, you’re my crush since I met you and I’m glad I was finally able to kiss you. -

Her cheeks turned softly red and she just hummed in response. That moment was perfect and no words were needed to express their mutual feelings.

[cyberhades]

hi i luv your writing ❤️ could you write something about Eddie meeting the reader on a rock/metal festival?

That Corroed Coffin Guitarist ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: legal and illegal drug use, bad words, fluffy stuff.

A/N: As a metalhead I have to admit that I got some inspiration from the song Death By Rock And Roll from The Pretty Reckless and will make part of that fic as well. I hope you enjoy, and thanks to appreciate my writing! This makes me happy! <3

★ Y/N P.O.V ★

It was late at night in California but us metalheads were doing what we liked best, having a little fun with some drinks, cigarettes and music. I like the California atmosphere and now that me and the guys in the band I'm part of are here because of the record company I'm seriously thinking about continuing to live in this wonderful place.

I was just getting ready in the dressing room. He wore short denim shorts and a long Megadeth shirt on top. I couldn't forget all my accessories like various rings and bracelets and not least my fishnet stockings with black boots with silver buckles. I asked Bryan — our band's drummer — to help me apply eyeliner and adjust my burgundy lipstick. He's really good with makeup, even if he doesn't use anything but eyeliner.

Soon Leon walks into the dressing room, he's our guitarist and he's just one of my best friends.

— Are you ready? The crowd waits for you my queen... — he made a polite gesture.

— I'm no queen Leon — I said rolling my eyes and smiling in return as I let my hair down in front of the mirror and fixed it.

— It may not be now, but soon it will be — he smiled kindly.

Next up at the dressing room door is Dennis, our bass player.

— Have you finished getting ready? We go on stage after these guys — he said, leaning on the smoothing of the door and lighting a cigarette.

— Who's performing now? — I asked curiously, trying to identify the band but in the dressing room the sound of their music was muffled.

— Corroed Coffin, I guess — Bryan replied.

— Their sound is amazing! I listened to the new album and it's so fucking good! — Dennis said with a satisfied expression on his face. He was a big supporter of underground bands, because one day we were already an underground band too.

— We can meet the guys later and support them, you know? Always good to support each other — Leon said adjusting his black fingerless glove.

— It's fine with me guys, and you? — I said, finishing adjusting the buckles on my boots.

After we finished getting ready we walked over to the stage where the Corroed Coffin people were performing. Dennis was right, those guys were really good, especially live. Standing there behind the curtains we could see those guys rocking, they know how to drive the fans crazy.

It was a big festival. It was actually their first big festival from what Leon told me and that was a great chance for them to grow because it has a lot of potential. After two more songs it was our turn to go on stage.

The Corroed Coffin people passed us in the "hallway" that connected the stage and the dressing rooms. They were a little sweaty, but they were smiling as the crowd reacted so well to them. They also gave us a hi-five as we quickly congratulated them.

Now it was The Pretty Reckless' turn to perform on stage, in this case, our band. The boys were the first to take the stage and pick up their instruments, shaking the crowd and making they go crazy. I went right away, already taking the microphone and starting to sing. There were several girls and boys with posters near the railing shouting:

"Y/N I love you"

"Y/N you're a queen"

"Marry me please"

I love being loved to be honest and I love knowing that people look up to me. Everyone there was screaming for me and the boys making marriage proposals, vows of love or praising us. It makes us feel very loved.

I were for an hour doing my best on that stage, swaying, moving my body in time to the music as I sang sexy but not exaggerated. I looked at the fans while singing and had all my charm, believe me I knew what I was doing. Our performance was already approaching the end and soon after us would come a last band to close the festival.

It was the time to sing the most awaited song by fans: Death By Rock And Roll.

Amy shot and killed a man

With a gun too heavy in her hand

But on my tombstone when I go

Just put death by rock and roll

I sang as my hands slid down my body subtly and also grabbed the microphone. I felt like every time I sang this song I was connected with my friends, maybe because me, Bryan, Dennis and Leon wrote that song together.

After we finished this song, I smiled a little sweaty and thanked the fans for supporting us. The boys left their instruments and went to the front of the stage with me to hug and hold hands while we thank the crowd.

After we were done, we went down the hallway that gave access to the dressing rooms and hi-fived with the band that would be performing next, wishing them good luck and thanking them for their compliments. Upon arriving in the dressing room, they and I were laughing at our incredible performance.

— We were amazing today! — Dennis said smiling.

— I mean, we rock! — said lightly. I wasn't bragging, I was just saying the truth.

One of the staff members came to our dressing room door saying that the bands that had already performed and some fans were gathered talking and drinking in the back. They were having a good time, and everybody loves to have a good time with the ones we like the most.

We went there right away, we would only shower when we got home, which would take a while. In fact, everyone would only shower when they got home, we just wiped off excess sweat with wet wipes and soft towels. Back there in a very large and airy room with good music and good people was having this little party.

The place was kind of dark but they had some ideas lights to create good atmosphere, everybody was drinking and smoking or laughing and talking. Fans taking pictures, people recording interviews, groupies sitting on rockstars' laps, it had everything but it was the place that I liked to be in.

We sat next to the Corroed Coffin people, they were sitting on a huge red couch in the corner of the room. They called us because they wanted to make friends with us, and we also wanted to make friends with them. I sat next to that guitar player... what's his name? Eddie Munson, I think.

— Guys, you rock! — said the vocalist, taking a sip of his beer afterwards.

— Thanks! You guys rock too! — I complimented him back taking a sip of my whiskey with two ice cubes.

— Eddie loves you, he's a fanboy! — their bassist pointed to the wavy-haired guitarist right next to me who turned ruby ​​red and lit a cigarette.

— Really? I also love to see the way you play guitar! — I smiled as kindly as I could. He was cute with embarrassment but I know these situations are really embarrassing.

Eddie was kind of awkward, but I don't judge him and I won't force a friendship. Tonight can just go with him and let him feel more "loose" in a natural way. Nothing better than letting things go naturally. So I continued talking to the guys from Corroed Coffin.

The guitarist was saying a few things and drinking his cold beer. The people from that band are very nice, besides being very talented and they got along very well with us, I hope we can tour together someday. After a while I needed to go outside, it was nice to get some fresh air.

I was used to that atmosphere where guys used a lot of different drugs like weed, cocaine, LSD, heroin. But I always liked to breathe good fresh air, that was a reality for many rockstars and it's all right, in the end it's their life. Everyone lives the life they choose for themselves.

Outside there was the parking lot and, amazingly, there was a lawn, the grass was cut and clean. I wanted to lie on it for a while and watch the stars. It must have been midnight and my night was far from an end. I crossed my arms and placed them under my head while looking up, I never understood much about astrology but the stars are so beautiful.

I took a deep breath. I was at peace and I was above all loving my life.

I didn't even notice when a person lay down next to me on the grass, keeping their arms the same way mine were. I only heard the clatter of his pants chains and a deep breath. I looked to the side and saw Eddie Munson, super cute with his black headband with skulls on top of his head.

— Hi — I said and waved at him.

— Hi — he said and waved back to me. — I didn't knew you liked to look at the stars too.

— There are many things you don't know about me — I looked at him and winked. My God, did I sound too flirtatious?

— Do you want to tell me? — he turned, lying on his side and resting his head in the palm of one hand.

I told him a totally random curiosity about me and he started laughing. I laughed along too, I didn't know if it was because I was too random or if it was because Eddie's laugh was amazing.

— Really? Well princess...

— That was totally random, I know — I said back, staying in the same position as him.

— I loved it! — he smiled and scratched his chin slowly. — Okay, look I will tell you a random curiosity about me too.

He told me a random curiosity, something he had done in childhood. He was already laughing while he was telling me and the ending made me laugh even more, I was loving talking to him.

— That was so fucking random but I loved!

— Really? — he asked in surprise. — I thought you wouldn't even want to talk to me after this!

— On the contrary, it is now that I want to talk to you even more!

We had a good laugh together there, looking at the stars, lying on the soft grass. Inside, he seemed to want to contain himself, I didn't seem like he could let go that much being in that environment.

— Won't you go back inside? I think there are some groupies looking for you — I said, rolling over onto my stomach as I ran my fingertips across the grass.

— I don't like groupies, sorry — he smiled awkwardly and lay down the same way I did.

— What kind of rockstar are you? — I asked in disbelief, I'd never met a rockstar who didn't like groupies.

— Of the unique kind my dear! — he analyzed my face like a critic analyzes a fancy painting in a million-dollar exhibition. — I came out here looking for copper and I found gold... or rather... diamond.

— You won't win me like this at first Munson — I pouted and pretended to be angry.

— I'm patient as fuck princess — he took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back, making me smile happily.

[...]

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[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

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“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

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“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[niallsteenagekitty]

Heya! i’ve been really inactive these days because of school and all but here i finally wrote something and i wanted to share it with you guys.

So, please give it a like if you enjoyed it and do not forget too reblog!

the next part will be updated soon:)

enjoy!

WORDS: 755

WARNING: none

(PART-1) It’s been ten years. Would he even remember me? 

I put on my high heels. Specially bought for today!

Wearing the red dress with the finest slit I look at myself in the mirror. The makeup is done.

Lipstick check.

And my dress. Perfect.

My brunette hairs are pinned up high.

The classic.

I remember the last time I saw him was the summer when he called me pretty.

Well after that….i just couldn’t see him again.

I know he didn’t want to see me either.

And then I just got the news that he and Stephnie were together.

All the pictures she posted showed that he was finally happy with her, something he could’ve never been with me.

I am just here for a couple of days. This town has changed so much in the past years.

Like the library has transformed into a cafe.

I went there the other day. It’s a nice warm cozy place to hang out and I somehow bumped into James. I don’t think anyone even knew I was back in town but I guess now everyone will know.

I walk down the stairs to see my mom waiting by the door.

“Have fun honey” she says with a smile and I return the smile whilst nodding. She opens the door for me and I walk out to my car.

On my way I listen to hotel california. It’s still the first song I listen to.

I reach and see there are many people there. More than I thought.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a long night (Y/N)” I whisper to myself.

.I make my way towards the elevator. “Hey!” I hear someone say, “(Y/N) is that you?”

I turn around to see Jack. “hey” i say with the same enthusiasm

“It’s me.” I smile. “You…” he struggles to complete the sentence.

“You what?” I ask, laughing at the expression on his face.

“You…you look….you look gorgeous” he stammers “I mean not that you weren’t back then but god right now…you’ve changed a lot” he says trying his best to hide the fascination on his face.

“I know. I get that a lot” I continue “you’ve changed yourself” 

“Really?” he says with a confused face looking at his clothes.

“To be honest nope” I say followed with a chuckle.

He looks at me with a fake pout that makes me laugh harder and then he joins me too

“Just kidding Jack.”

“I know missy” he says.

The elevator door opens and we get out of it and right in front is the lounge filled with people from my past.

Everyone is here.

He is here too.

With his girl.

And that’s not me.

All this going on in my head I totally forget that Jack is also standing with me. He looks at me with a frown on his face “you alright?” he asks “yeah. Alright” he smiles and his blue eyes sparkle like gems.

He took my hand in his big ones and gave it a little squeeze “ready?” 

The holding hand takes me by surprise so I just nod my head.

The door opens and we walk hand in hand.

Passing through the people, I finally find a table. “What would you like to have Missy?” 

“Wine mister”

He smiles “you got it” 

I smile at him too.

He was the hottest jock back in high school. Almost everyone crushed on him.

Yeah you heard me right. Everyone.

He was Mrs. Jeffries favorite too.

I think about that time and how one time I accidentally walked on him half naked in the changing room. That was a hell of a day.

And when I told Harr….

I go absolutely blank and my whole body tenses. It gets covered with goosebumps by the sight in front of me.

I am pretty sure that my face looks extra pale like a corpse.

But what I see… 

All of a sudden I struggle to breathe and that makes me realize something.

Something that I thought I was done with.

I can’t even go anywhere because my legs are shaky and weak and I don't wanna take a risk which might lead to me falling and making fun of myself.

I stare at him because it feels as if my whole body just turned into rock.

And all of a sudden his eyes meet mine and in that moment. I swear I wasn't rock anymore, I became water. 

Ready to flow in whichever direction he wanted me to.

His eyes.

[buckyownsmylife]

Don't Breathe - Chris Evans smut

The one where your best friend and your boyfriend are fucking behind your back.

Warnings: smut, cheating, chris x your best friend, humiliation?, chris is an asshole in this, exhibitionism, the betrayal is real

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: this is sort of a companion piece to breathe, hence the same picture. While that one explores the extremes of loyalty, this one explores the extremes of betrayal. I also couldn't bring myself to create another moodboard. I wrote this story in one sitting, in the last anxiety episode I had and it helped me get to the place I am today - a better place than I was before, so while I'm grateful for it, I'm only publishing this to give myself some closure. I haven't edited it. I haven't asked anyone to beta read it for me because I simply can't look at it anymore. But it might help some of you, and it might even arouse some others (yes, there are people who have cheating kinks. Let's all be grown-ups and accept that sexuality is a complex and difficult thing. I won't accept kinkshaming in this blog). I only ask that you do not ask me about this story, how it came to be or any sort of part two's because I literally can't stand to look at it. Thanks, you guys!

“Bitch really has no idea, huh?” Chris chuckled as he welcomed his mistress on his lap, licking his lip at the sight of the voluptuous body on top of his. He’d been dreaming about it for a while now, imagining it was her he was fucking when she was away and he had to fuck his girlfriend.

“Not a clue.” He was a bastard, he knew it. He was a son of a bitch, a good for nothing. He didn’t deserve to ever be happy again, not after this, but he couldn’t come to regret it. Not when your best friend was rubbing her cunt against his dick so sensuously, tempting him with her full pout and big breasts.

“She’s always been dumb,” she commented, like she wasn’t speaking about the woman she claimed to love more than anything in the world. Maybe that should have worried Chris, but for whatever reason, it just made him harder.

He really wasn’t worth shit.

“Can’t even figure out that every time we disappear at a party, I’m really just sucking your dick.” Chris chuckled as he buried his thumb on her mouth, chuckle turning into a groan as the beautiful woman twirled her tongue around his digit.

“I mean, this was how it started, wasn’t it, baby?” He reminded her. “You ditched her in the middle of the club to meet me in the bathroom and offer some help with the package I’d been hiding in my pants… Didn’t even have the time to doubt it before you were dropping to your knees and crawling towards me.”

The little vixen smirked at the memory, face suddenly lighting up as she let go of my dick to get out of bed. “Hey!” He complained, still smiling because he could see she was up to no good. “Where are you going?”

She had my phone in her hands when she climbed back to bed, a perfectly plucked eyebrow high in her forehead as she typed away in it. He’d never let you learn the password but what could he possibly hide from his mistress?

“Call her.” It wasn’t as much a request as it was a statement, since when she threw the phone on his chest, it was already ringing. A panicked look broke free on his face before he shook his head, smirking at her insanity.

Goddamn it if it didn’t make him harder than he’d ever been before.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice was the perfect dichotomy to the act he was partaking in, and he had to bite his lip so you wouldn’t figure out what was happening as your best friend leaned over his cock to take it in her mouth.

“Hey, honey,” Chris greeted, trying to keep his voice as smooth as possible. He could totally do this. He was an actor, after all.

“Is something wrong?” You questioned, and for a second both him and your friend froze, fearing you’d heard something. “You just left, I figured you wouldn’t call me until tomorrow.”

Chris chuckled lightly at your innocence - and the clear happiness you felt at him deciding to call so soon. He already knew what to say to plunge the knife even deeper into you.

“Oh, you know…” He trailed off, biting his lip again as your best friend swallowed his cock. “Just missed you.” He didn’t miss the smirk on her eyes. She didn’t need to speak or even stop sucking him for him to know that she was enjoying this, so he kept going, entertaining you with mindless conversation until you remembered you actually had to call her.

“Oh, I promised I’d call her… We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” You assured him, blissfully unaware of the betrayal you were suffering. “Bye, baby. I love you.” You disconnected the call before he could even lie about that too, but a few minutes later her phone began ringing.

She was still giggling when she picked up, now having stopped sucking him to rub her tight wet cunt against him again, teasing them both. “Bitch, you’ll never guess,” she greeted as soon as you said hello, and just as you asked what was up, she lowered herself down on Chris’ cock.

Your man’s cock. While she was talking to you. “I’m fucking someone right at this second.” He could hear your stunned silence, but you knew your friend had always been crazy - especially sexually.

It was the difference between the two of you that made him so obsessed.

“And he doesn’t mind?” You asked, clearly surprised, and Chris almost laughed when your best friend answered, “Oh, no. He gets off on it. Would you mind staying in line and listening for a bit? He’d really enjoy it.”

You hesitated only for a moment before agreeing, and that’s when she allowed herself to moan out loud. “God, what a fucking dick!” She cursed, fingernails gripping his pecks as she rode him for dear life. “I swear to god, you have no idea how it feels like to be fucked like this.”

You remained silent. Chris could almost picture it, the way you had one fingernail in your mouth, chewing on it as you tried to decide between keeping your promise and listening to your best friend fucking (your) man or leaving the phone on and going to do the laundry.

You were such a perfect girlfriend. So devoted, everything Chris should marry. His family loved you - hell, he thought he loved you. And here he was, fucking your best friend while you listened to her moans of pleasure.

He felt her eyes trailing down his body and he already knew what she wanted. They were a perfect match in bed. He manhandled her onto her stomach, knowing you were listening to her surprised scream and loud moan as he penetrated her from behind.

“So, so good…” She moaned. Chris had no doubt her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. “Would you ever stop fucking me, baby?” She teased, making Chris chuckle, knowing the sounds of his hips slapping against her full ass were drowning his voice from you. “Would you ever stop fucking my tight little pussy?”

He leaned over her, body completely enclosing hers in bed when he gripped her jaw to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance in hell.” Her delighted moan made it all worthy to him. He pulled out of her to turn her around once more, spreading her legs so he could have a taste of her pussy.

Eyes connected, he watched her reach for the phone and take it off the speaker so she could talk to you properly. “This guy eats pussy like a pro,” she informed you while Chris grinned between her legs, her fingers tangled in the strands of your boyfriend’s hair. “And he tells me it’s the best pussy he has ever had, don’t you, baby?”

Chris could only nod, obsessed with the taste of her sweet pussy on his tongue, the loud sounds of slurping undoubtedly reaching you. He could only imagine how you were feeling, confused and maybe a little bit aroused. It was like sound porn, after all - and it was starred by your very own boyfriend, but you had no idea.

He hummed against her pussy. You could never taste as sweet, try as you might. Even her painted lips tasted better, and he knew it wasn’t because of the lipstick she wore since you two often shared.

She moaned loudly when he shoved two fingers inside of her, having memorized her sweet spot ages ago, when this still made him feel bad and he’d often hurl when he got home to find you in bed, waiting for him.

And yet, he couldn’t stop. He waited for her to turn off the call so he could climb back up her body, kissing every inch of the way until he was buried deep inside her tight pussy again.

“You make me crazy,” he whispered, knowing this would never be enough. He would never get his fill of her. He might love you in one way or another, but he wanted her, and he would never let her go.

[b-yeonder]

Bringing Them Breakfast in Bed (Brothers + Undateables)

LUCIFER:

When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea. "Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

MAMMON:

"For me? All of it? Really?" Yup! He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado. "Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto. "Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--" He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)

LEVIATHAN:

Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him. "Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!" A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good! You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily. "I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?" Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only. "What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.

SATAN:

"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces. "You okay there?" "I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you. "Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods. "I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.

ASMODEUS:

"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--" "ASMO!" He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?" "Yes! Isn't it cool?" Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away.

BEELZEBUB:

Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you. "What's wrong, handsome?" "I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!" "BEEEL-!" He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess. (Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after he’s had his way because hugs and food are the best.)

BELPHEGOR:

"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish. "Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top. "BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it. "Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever." "You're not already mine forever?" "No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up. 

DIAVOLO:

Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh. "Your breakfast, young Master."  "Ooo, my birthday must have come early?" Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protested. "Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."

BARBATOS:

Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick. "Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning." "You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.

SOLOMON:

Eyes you and the food suspiciously. "You trying to poison me again?" "Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?" "Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks." Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother." "Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. "Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.

SIMEON:

Oh...this is awkward... You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other. Burst into laughter you make your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in. "I can't believe this..." "We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea. "Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims." "Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly." "I'll have to make them for you more often." "I'd like that a lot." Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.