#he wants to be special chat ���️/J

[clockvenn]

HGEGAHHALLP??? OHMYGOF 😭 MY POOR BOYFAILURE HE'S NEVER GETTING A BREAK 😭

Sigh what's better than to have someone that keeps you safe by bullying you? HAVING 2 OF THEM 🦅🦅‼️

[read from right to left btw !!]

I can imagine Prim and Syne fighting each other for the same reason as "keeping Sol safe" but the moment someone else picks on Sol, they both would team up probably LMAO rivalry ❤️

Looking into Sav's teen life !!

Y'all have no idea who Sav is because I did not share anything about him here 😭😭😭 but uh...

He's a fanoc of the stickman series Alter by Majoradim4

The name Sav is short for Savage or Savannah,,, he got that name in a town he currently lives in [which is placed in the Savannah, he's born in the desert along with Kaos] since he doesn't let anyone know his name for some reason... He's a really friendly and upbeat guy who prefers things on the surface level. Going deep in a connection is where he chickens out

His real name is Vik. During his childhood, he was the weakest fighting stick figure ever 😭 almost as if he's just a normal figure despite being born in the fighting figures family, bloodline or whatever it is

He doesn't seem to understand how weapons or fighting patterns and tricks work which makes him really infamous in his hometown. Being constantly hated on and pressured to do better

To cope with this, Vik acts like he's tougher and bites back at whoever picks on him. So yes, he's a jerk around this time

The people there doesn't disown him or something like that because of his unique time ability

Okay but... that's enough lore for now

My talkativeness can come next time, I'm too tired today 💥💥

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[cornsoupflavour]

Sorry, I Found Better (Twice NSFW Smut)

[ New Collaboration Pt. 2 – See Pt. 1 ]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Mina Myoi x Manager!Male Reader

Tags: 3.5k words, semi-cheating, multiple creampies, sweat, sharing, manager x idol, romance, wholesome, possible breeding/impreg, body praise

Months after her encounter with the new idol, Mina realised that she wanted more. Not more of him, but more of that feeling he gave. After some reflection, she realised he didn’t satisfy her as much as she wanted him to. Even the collaboration faded into the back of both their minds. After the two drifted apart despite the hope he had for the both of them to continue to see each other, Mina was left feeling rather empty – both physically and figuratively.

The feeling became worse after the whole incident with you and Momo. That whole ordeal made her feel some type of way, like that was what she wanted. She wasn’t sure if it was you, Momo or the both of you, she wanted to get a taste of whatever you two had. But alas, with the fact you and Momo were dating now, it felt as if that were to never come true.

It’d been a while since she treated herself to some retail therapy, and thought that might be what she needed at the time. She grabbed her things, put on a really spicy outfit, and headed out.

She walked around the mall, checking out branded bags and jewelry when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"Mina?"

Mina turned around to be greeted with Momo’s bright smile and tantalisingly curvy body. Mina’s smile widened even further as she saw you approaching from behind Momo.

"Momo!"

The two girls leaped into each other’s embrace excitedly. It’s been a week or so since they last saw each other in person but it seemed as though that was long enough. The girls chatted for a bit, giggling and gossiping. You couldn’t help but notice Mina, sneaking in glances at you, once in a while.

You flashed a warm smile each time you felt her gaze on you. You might be with Momo, but you couldn’t deny the allure Mina had on you.

"Anyway, I’ve gotta be somewhere now, you two have fun, alright~?" Mina chimed as she pulled Momo in for a really tight hug. "Mr. Manager, huh? Good job, Momo... Say, you up to share?"

"With you Mina? Of course~ TWICE’s J–Line has to stick together right?"

Wow, she thought Momo would be more possessive... Maybe this could be the start of something new and special.

"Mhm~"

"But I mean, I won’t say no if the other girls ask to share him either... As long as I remain his favourite~"

"Hehe~ Of course~"

Your eyes shifted around, unable to discern what the whispering was about. But as quickly they embraced, they pulled away. Mina gave Momo a fluttery wave before turning to you and winking.

As Mina left, Momo wrapped her arms around yours before continuing the errands you had to run.

Later on that night, as you had settled into a comfortable routine with Momo by your side, nestled in your bed. You were about to drift off to sleep when your phone buzzed. It was Mina.

"What? It’s like... 11PM..."

Momo turned over, her beautiful eyes locking with yours with a soft gaze.

"Who is it, baby? Is it Mina?"

"Yeah, how’d you know?"

Momo giggled, bringing her hand up to your cheek and caressing it gently.

"Us girls just know... But I encourage you to go, trust me."

A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned forward and planted a soft but longing kiss on yours. A few moments later, the both of you pulled away. You nodded reluctantly as you got out of bed, walking over to your closet to grab some new clothes.

"If she asks to head back to her place, do it. I’ll be fine tonight, baby. Don’t worry about me~"

You frowned a little, as you approached her side of the bed to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Are you two planning something?"

"Hmm... You’ll just have to find out~"

You shook your head amused before grabbing the keys and heading out. "Love you, Momo. If you need anything, just call, alright?"

Momo nodded, "Love you too, Y/N~ Bring my beloved Mr. Manager back in one piece, alright?"

"I will," you chuckled as you left your home and made your way to the meeting spot Mina had picked. Luna Cafe... 

Upon arriving, the lights around the cafe were dim. Not in a ‘scary, dangerous alleyway’ dim but more of a ‘romantic evening with your spouse’ type dim. You walked in, amazed that a cafe would still be open at this time of night. The lights within the cafe were the same romantic dim, a soft jazz tune playing in the background.

You scanned the patrons before spotting Mina, seated in a corner. Her eyes zeroed in on you the moment you walked in. When your gazes finally met, she waved you over. She wore a white turtleneck, a black coat and some tight black jeans.

You approached the table, a soft smile on your face as you took a seat. "So, Mina, you wanted to see me? What’s going on?"

"Mr. Manager... I have to come clean... Earlier this year, I met a new idol..."

Mina began to explain her situation and what she did. You sat there listening attentively. Once done, she sighed.

"But, I don’t know. Something felt missing between us. Or well, it felt as though HE was missing something..."

"What might that be?"

"I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but... when we caught you and Momo in the hotel room the other night... I realised that was what he was missing."

You blushed deeply. You and Momo had already slept and fucked well over three times now, but somehow, you still feel embarrassed and shy when someone brought it up. "W–What do you mean? What did you realise?"

Mina breathed a deep sigh before placing her hands onto yours, her thumbs tracing circles on the back of your hands. "I realised... he wasn’t you, Mr. Manager..."

"...I guess I’ll just come out and say it... Mr. Manager, I want you to fuck me the same way you did Momo."

Your eyes widened. Did she really just say that? "Mina... Y’know, I..."

"If this is about how Momo would react, don’t worry about it. I made sure to discuss this with her and Jihyo before this. Please, Mr. Manager... please show me that you love me as much as you love Momo and the others..."

You froze. This was... quite the temptation. You took a moment to yourself to think. As you looked into her eyes, her motherly yet youthful appearance, her gummy smile and her toned body... You couldn’t say no.

"Alright, Mina. I’ll do it. Is there anything else you’d want me to do before we go through with this? I take it you want to join my relationship with Momo."

Mina's eyes lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Yes, please. Let's go to my place. It's not far." she said, standing up from the table.

"Like right now...?"

Mina nodded, a slight seductive glint in her eye. That’s when you remembered what Momo said and decided to go with it.

You followed her out of the cafe, the two of you strolling through the quiet streets. The night air was cool, the city lights casting a soft glow over the surrounding area. The both of you engaged in some small talk, discussing music, the latest gossip within the industry and what it’s like to be dating THE Momo Hirai.

"Y’know, you’re a lucky man. In–charge of a group of attractive girls, even dating one of them? I know people who would kill to be in your place..."

"Yeah, I really lucked out. Momo’s the best thing to have ever happened to me... besides becoming TWICE’s manager, of course."

The both of you chuckled as you felt her body leaning slightly onto yours. She wrapped her arms around one of yours as you walked. Initially, you felt a little put off, but you slowly warmed up to it. If Momo says it's alright, it's alright.

A few moments later, the two of you arrive at her apartment. Mina's apartment was cozy and filled with a sense of warmth. The smell of recently–baked cookies lingered throughout the space. There were posters of various artists adorning her walls, including TWICE and some of her solo endeavors.

"Comfortable, right?" Mina asked, leading you to a couch.

"Very much so. I didn’t think you’d keep all the posters I gave all of you for each of your tours..." you replied, taking a seat.

"Yeah well, you gave them to me, so I gotta, right?"

Mina sat beside you, her hand gently brushing against yours. "I appreciate you coming here, Mr. Manager. I know this is a little confusing for you, especially since you're already with Momo."

"It's alright, Mina. Momo’s alright with it and I want to make you happy too," you assured her.

Your gazes locked as she slowly brought her face closer to yours. Your lips met, your tongues dancing together in an intimate embrace. Mina's hands slid down, gripping your waist before moving lower to unbuckle your belt.

She pulled away momentarily, "Mr. Manager–"

"Please, Mina... call me Y/N."

Mina blushed slightly, "A–Alright, Y/N... I want you to breed me, alright?"

Your eyes widened, unsure if what you heard was right. Breed? Like... start a family? Mina could sense the shock behind your widened eyes.

"You heard me right, Y/N... I discussed this with Momo... she said that she’d allow you to get me pregnant... but if you want to breed her first, I’d totally understand."

You stuttered, unable to get words out of your mouth. Before long, your body moved on its own, leaning forward and joining your lips together once more. It appears your decision has been made. Whether it happens or not, you are going to attempt to breed Mina.

As the makeout continued, Mina pulled away once more. "Y/N, wait. Let me get changed into something... nicer for you~"

Your hands lingered on her hips, almost not wanting her to leave but a little wink from her left a smirk on your face. You waited patiently, checking your phone for any messages. Momo had just sent some.

Momo 🥰🥰: hey baby~ everything going well?

You: everything’s fine here baby, im back at mina’s

You: how about you? everything alright back at home?

Momo 🥰🥰: mhm

Momo 🥰🥰: just missing my beloved man is all~

Momo 🥰🥰: anyway, im not gonna bother you

Momo 🥰🥰: breed her well okay, baby? im trying to be an auntie here~

You chuckled to yourself.

You: alright baby, ill do my best

Momo 🥰🥰: okay~ get home safe, and if youre still not satisfied, im always open for a breeding~

You blushed hard as the both of you bid farewell. As you put your phone away, you looked up and felt your cock spring out from your undone pants. Mina sauntered in, her tight and fit body adorned in a beautiful feathered–blue jacket and a sexy light blue top and skirt.

Your mouth hung slightly agape as the goddess of a woman entered the room.

"So? How do I look?"

"...I need you so fucking bad."

You leaped up and wrapped your arms around her waist, engaging in a hot makeout once more. You dragged her back onto the couch and adjusted your member so that its tip is perfectly aligned with her slit.

It felt as though you weren’t in control any longer as you impaled her onto your cock, the tip bottoming her out almost immediately. She moaned loudly, arching her back to meet your every thrust. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking big~! Just like Momo said you’d be~" she cried out.

You increased your pace, slamming your whole length into her as you showered her upper body with kisses. You began to lick her breasts erratically, it felt like you’d gone insane with lust.

As the intensity increased, Mina’s moans grew louder. "Ahhh, Y/N... you’re making me cream all over your cock," she panted.

You grinned, loving the wetness engulfing your length with each plunge. As you drowned in the sensations, you reached up, fondling her breasts while you ravaged her pussy. Mina arched her back, her heaving chest begging for more as her moans morphed into cries of pleasure.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." she groaned, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

You could feel her warm folds begin to quiver around you, a sign that she was nearing her climax. Her walls clenched tight, making you feel like you were the owner of the most sought–after toy.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don’t stop..." Mina pleaded, her nails digging into your flesh as her orgasm claimed her.

Her cunt milked you like a greedy monster, and you couldn’t help but match her rhythm, feeling the familiar tinge of your own impending release.

"Mina, I’m close, baby..." you warned, your voice raspy.

"Knock me up, Y/N..." she cried out, her voice shaking as she looked deep into your eyes, urging you to fill her with your seed.

Your thrusts became more erratic, your hips bucking as you lost all semblance of control. With a loud grunt, you exploded, flooding her insides and filling her with your hot cum.

Mina continued to shake, her orgasm reasserting itself as you spilled your load into her. When your orgasm subsided, you collapsed onto her, panting heavily.

"Holy shit, Mina... you’re... unbelievable..." you said, your breath still catching in your throat.

Mina smiled, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. "Momo said you’d say that."

You began to pull out, admiring the evidence of your defilement on Mina’s thighs. Her hand rested on your abdomen. "Hold on, you didn’t think we were gonna stop after one round did you?"

Mina gazed longingly into your eyes as she pushed her lips against yours in a deep and passionate kiss. "Until further notice... I’m claiming you... You belong to me and Momo now~"

The both of you smirked before Mina broke the kiss, a wicked grin on her face. She readjusted herself as she made you lay back on the couch. Before long, she straddled you again. This time, however, her demeanour was different; she was in full control... Mina was in–charge now. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly as she lowered herself further onto your cock, her pussy swallowing your whole length once again.

"Ahhh, Y/N, I’m..." her voice quivered as she bounced, her sultry voice pleading for more of your thick shaft. Mina began to ride you, her movements slow but deliberate. Each time she rose, she’d slide almost entirely off you, teasing your tip with her wet entrance.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." Mina’s tone was demanding, taking charge of the situation. She set a relentless pace, her slender thighs gripping your hips, her pelvis rocking back and forth. Her hands rose to her soft breasts, groping and squeezing them desperatrely. You did the same.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don’t stop..." She cried out, her moans deafening within the small apartment. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. "THAT’S IT– YOU’RE MINE~"

Mina began to bounce faster, her cries growing louder as the scent of sex began to fill the room. Her hand reached between her legs, rubbing her clit while she rode you. Within minutes, she began to shake, her inner walls clenching you tightly.

"C–CUMMING–! C–Cum with me, Y/N!" Mina begged, her voice trembling.

Your hands gripped her hips. You didn’t think either of you could cum again this quickly, but Mina has shown you her sexual prowess and you just couldn’t hold back your own release anymore, your hips bucking to meet her rhythm. 

Together, you both climaxed, Mina’s orgasm pushing you over the edge. You pumped her full once more, your seed spilling into her as she collapsed on your chest, her hair draped over your face like a veil.

Panting, she whispered into your ear, "You better get used to this, Y/N. Momo and I are going to milk you dry."

"Oh, Mina... What do you think Momo has been doing with me the past few days?" You chuckled, sweat dripping down your forehead. "But hey, I’m not complaining, Mina."

Mina hugged you tightly, her heartbeat syncing with yours. You both remained intertwined, sharing this intimate moment in silence, savoring the afterglow.

She leaned up slightly, her outfit messy but still intact. The way her back arched made you shoot a little cum into her still impaled body.

"One last time?" she asked.

"I can’t say no to you~"

Mina leaned all the way back, your cock still engulfed within her folds. She arched her back a little, pushing her tits upwards. You could see the outline of her ribcage but for some reason, that turned you on that much more.

The both of you were now positioned in this desperate and hungry missionary, you began to drive yourself into her, your thrusts quick and forceful. Mina arched her back, her breasts jiggling with each plunge. She gripped your shoulders tightly, her nails digging into your flesh as her moans grew louder with each thrust.

"Aahh, Y/N, I’m... oh, fuck, Y/N, don’t stop..." Mina panted, her voice almost hoarse from all the screaming.

Your brows furrowed as you gritted your teeth. You’ve grown sexually frustrated. It’s like you couldn’t get enough of this woman. You kept thrusting, your hands reaching forward to squeeze the wonderful pair of mounds in front of you.

You could see a slight bulge on her abdomen form each time you thrusted inwards. Her loud yet sultry moans pushed you forward. You squeezed her hips, your hands gripping tightly on their sides.

"Fuck– Mina– I don’t think I can ever get enough of you– Momo was so right to invite you to join us– FUCK–"

Your own breathing grew ragged as you neared your limit yet again. Mina's sweat–soaked skin glistened under the light, her ribs visible beneath her smooth skin.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." she cried out, her words becoming more and more desperate.

Each thrust was now a battle for dominance, both of you vying for control as you forced your bodies to submit to the rhythmic pounding.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don’t stop..." Mina begged, her voice now a mixture of pleading and demanding.

You slammed into her one last time, the sound of your flesh meeting hers echoing in the small room. "That’s it, Mina, squirt for me–" you groaned, your voice hoarse. Mina began to scream out in pure ecstasy and pleasure.

"OH MY GOD– FUCK~ KNOCK ME UP, Y/N– DO IT–!"

Mina's walls convulsed around you, triggering your own orgasm. Together, you both unleashed powerful orgasms. Her cries of ecstasy intermingled with your guttural grunts. Your seed flooded her once more, the heat of your release igniting another wave of pleasure for Mina.

With both of you completely spent, you collapsed onto her, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat dripped from your brows, coating both of your trembling forms.

"God damn, Mina..." you whispered, panting.

Mina smiled, her cheeks flushed from exertion. "I–I’m glad you approve, Y/N."

"Approve? I don’t think I ever wanna be away from you anymore... I guess it’s official, you’ve joined my relationship with Momo."

Both of you stayed entwined, sharing this intimate moment, the room now filled with the scent of sex and the heavy thumping of your heartbeats. After a while, Mina let out a content sigh, her body relaxing beneath you.

A few hours later, you were back at home with your beloved Momo. She could see the look of a man who had just been drained of what is essentially his soul. She playfully called out to you.

"Y/N, baby~ Come and sit with me."

As you waddled over and sat down, she gave you a soft kiss. You reciprocated.

"So, how was it? Looks like you had fun~!"

You nodded.

"Yeah, baby... Uhh, Mina’s gonna join us now... like you and me, us..."

"Mhm! I told her she could, I mean, you didn’t seem to mind when Nayeon was actively touching herself to us..."

"You’re right... I love you so much..."

Momo smiled, knowing she made the right choice, both for herself, for you, and for the both of you combined. Knowing that, you and Momo look forward to whoever else that would be interested in joining your little circle here.

You and Momo shared another sweet and loving kiss as she straddled your lap. Just then, you both heard a knock at the door. You stood up, walked over and opened it. There stood Mina in a white tank top, a tight blue jacket and a short yellow skirt. She presented her phone to you, a message already typed out to who you presumed to be the idol she slept with a while back.

Mina: hey, i dont think we should see each other anymore

Mina: sorry, i found someone better

Your gaze met hers as you brought her in for a passionate kiss. As you did, you brought your finger to the send button and pressed it. As the kiss broke, you brought Mina in to see Momo and the two sat on the couch together and faced you.

"Wait, what’s happening now?"

"You know~"

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[kurishiri]

Crown’s revenge on Vogel giving them nicknames

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ info ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this is formatted in like a group chat text format, and it’s basically crown assigning silly nicknames to vogel as “revenge” for nicknames getting assigned to them. it’s really silly. the translation is below the cut!

“The chatroom of my cute Crown members”

William: This is an emergency meeting.

Liam: hi hii, I’m here, Will!

Victor: Hello hellooo, William

Roger: I see you guys are always the first to respond

Harrison: It’s not every day Will’s the one gathering all of us though.

Elbert: Did... something happen?

Alfons: I would very much prefer it if the discussion that’s about to happen doesn’t go south...

A: Hm? Where are the two that work at their trading company?

Ellis: I’m here

E: Jude’s here too. he’s smoking next to me

Jude: Don’t y’all know I’m extremely busy right now.

J: Gatherin all of us in a place where that ordinary person isn’t, y’all probably gon push some disturbin mission on us, aren’t you.

William: It would appear Vogel has been giving us very amusing nicknames, you see.

Jude: Ha?

J: ‘Nicknames’? You called us here for somethin’ as worthless as that? Ya got worms for brains or what.

Harrison: To be fair you didn’t strike me as the type to do that.

Liam: oh, maybe it’s because it’s been so hot for some days in a row? Will’s not good with heat

William: Well, how many shall I read to you guys?

W: The shameless mirror man, an assassin under the command of the company president, sparkly pink, a person with a short fuse...

Alfons: Ahha! Did you hear that, Roger? They called you ‘the shameless mirror man.’

Roger: I can say with 100% confidence that ‘the shameless mirror man’ is referring to you, not me

Ellis: ‘A person with a short fuse’ must be Jude

Jude: I see ya want a pay cut, Ellis.

Victor: Hey, what about me? What’d they say about me?

William: I don’t want to give a nickname, a weirdo with long hair, and a cheerful dove. Supposedly.

Victor: Doesn’t want to... ah wait, more than that... a... dove?

Jude: That bloody Vogel’s clearly lookin for a fight.

William: ...Actually, I believe it’s the opposite.

Ellis: opposite?

William: To have thought up these most special nicknames, they must have wanted to deepen their friendship with us.

W: If that’s the case, then we must return the love, yes?

Liam: ah, I see! as expected of Will

Harrison: Are you being for real now? I guess Will is also the type to face forward in his own, Will way.

Victor: That’s what’s so wonderful about William ★

Harrison: you shut your mouth, Dove.

Victor: Youre so cold, Harrison~~!

Alfons: Anyway, what you are saying is that we deal to them what they dealt to us...

A: ...so, as thanks, we should assign nicknames to them as well, no?

Jude: We really goin all out.

Liam: I’m getting excited now! Hey hey, who should we give a nickname to first?

William: Let us start with the leader then.

Elbert: ...I have one.

Alfons: Well, aren’t you in tip-top shape today, Elbie?

Elbert: Fluffy and smiley leader.

Ellis: Its cutesy

Liam: oh, it’s because he wears a fluffy coat, and he’s always smiling!

Alfons: I must say, I expected nothing less, seeing it came from Elbie, but is it not a little too much in the cuteness department?

A: For example, let’s see... perhaps we could do the scheming and perverted fallen angel or something to that degree.

Roger: I see you’re not holding back on badmouthing him. I think the perverted part fits you more than him though

Ellis: He might be scheming, or he might be perverted. I’m not really sure

Alfons: For the record, this is what I hope for. Do you not seethe at the sight of that face that screams popularity?

Roger: Can’t argue with that there. Maybe something like very hairy legs

Liam: you two are always fighting but then agree on the weirdest things..

William: Alright, so Darius is the scheming and perverted fallen angel then...

Liam: wait what since when!?

William: Next up is the twins, Nica and Ring.

W: Let us see now. I believe it would be good to assign the twins nicknames that work in a set.

Elbert: ...twins...twins......

E: Twins with disheveled eyelashes.

Alfons: That hit rock bottom!

Ellis: Pudding & Pie

Roger: That also hit the bottom

Alfons: Then how do we feel about Clever & Cherry?

Liam: I can see ‘clever’ being Nica, but how is Ring a ‘cherry’?

Roger: Ah, don’t tell me

Harrison: Don’t you dare speak another word, Roger. A man’s pride on the line here.

Alfons: Oh, I assure you, this is all a mere guess, pure speculation ♡

A: I am actually not in the know regarding that.

William: Alright then, so the twins will be Clever & Cherry.

W: Then it’s decided. All that’s left to do now is to tell Vogel what we have come up with.

Roger: Wait, we’re telling Vogel? All of this? Are you crazy!?

William: We spent so much time coming up with these nicknames, would not telling them be more of a waste?

Liam: sometimes, I can’t tell if Will’s being or serious or not

Victor: And that’s what’s so wonderful about William ★

Harrison: shut up, Dove.

Victor: Youre so cold to me agaiiin Harrison~~!

William: Well then, who will be telling them...

[Jude has left the group chat]

William: Oh my, could this be a bug?

[William added Jude into the group chat]

Jude: What the hell

[Jude left the group chat]

[William added Jude into the group chat]

[Jude left the group chat]

[William added Jude into the group chat]

Harrison: ...Thank the lord she’s not here right now.

[puck-luck]

hiya! could i request 21 of spades with frat jack hughes, but with sub!m for your celly?

thank youuu!

special thank u to @missjomarch for chatting with me and gifting me this idea!! special thank yous to @star2fishmeg and @rowdyluv for helping me with OTHER ideas that i want to try and fit into other frat!jack requests in this celly event😈

warnings: frat!jack universe, kind of hurt/comfort vibes, sub!j (really he just needs some validation), unprotected p in v, riding, praise

wc: 787

“Can you, fuck,” Jack breathes out, his eyes rolling back as you ride him. You’re in the frat house again, always coming back to this room despite the loose-label of yours and Jack’s relationship. You’re not together, but you’re together. 

“Can I what?” You ask, never halting your movements. 

“I need you to– shit– I need you to tell me you feel good,” Jack groans. 

You furrow your eyebrows. “Of course I feel good, J. You always make me feel good.”

“No, I need,” Jack cuts himself off with a choked gasp as you clench down on him, just to see his reaction. His hands find your hips and stop your movements. Jack takes a breath. “Tell me,” he implores, staring at you with a new look in his eyes. 

It’s hard to place at first, mostly because you’ve never seen Jack look at you this way. He always oozes confidence. He always watches your expression when he’s fucking you because he knows how good he’s making you feel, and he wants to see you fall apart. He’s never looked at you like he needs more, but today he needs more. 

You search his face for any other hint about what he means, placing a hand over his heart and finding that it’s racing. Jack is breathing evenly, but his eyebrows are turned down and the corners of his lips sag. 

“What’s wrong, J?” You ask. You shift on his lap, gearing up to climb off and get to the bottom of this. There’s something on his mind and you want to know what.

Jack pulls you back before you can fully rise off of his cock. “Nothing, stay,” he tells you, but then he takes another breath and blinks at you. His eyes are massive and blue and needy, although he still hasn’t revealed why he needs you to talk to him and tell him how you feel. 

You bring your hand to his hair and push your fingers through. Jack leans into your touch like a kitten.

“Baby,” you urge softly, continuing to scratch over his scalp. “What’s wrong?”

Jack groans. “Nothing,” he mumbles again, avoiding eye contact. 

“I can’t keep riding you until you tell me.”

Jack frowns at the ultimatum. He seems to think that just his frown will get you to change your mind, even though he knows how stubborn you can be. When you don’t relent immediately, he sighs. “I had a bad week,” he grumbles. “I got a shit grade on an exam, I have two papers due next week, and a bunch of the boys got in trouble for doing stupid shit that I have to take care of because it affects the frat.”

You hum sympathetically, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him. 

“Just want to make you feel good,” Jack admits under his breath, pouting a bit about the fact that he’s even revealing this. He looks away from you, focusing on the ceiling above his bed, and brings his hands to the front of your thighs. “Need to know I’m doing something right.”

“Jack,” you simper, trying not to let all of your concern show. You cup his face in both of your hands and make him face you.

He rolls his eyes. “I know, okay? It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” you reply. You sit back and roll your hips forward. Jack’s gaze follows you. “Let me get your mind off of all of that.”

He nods, sitting up a bit and scooting back, keeping his hands on your behind to tug you along with him in this new position. It’s harder to bounce on his length like this, but Jack puts his lips on your neck and holds you close, which you think he needs a lot more than the bouncing. 

You continue to pet through his hair, soothing him. “You’re so smart, baby, and you care about the boys so much. You make me feel so good, J, so good.”

Jack hums and continues kissing your skin. He pulls your hips down and rotates them in little circles, his cock pressing against the depths of your walls. With the slight rocking of your abdomen, it feels very nice.

“Love how attentive you are when I’m around,” you continue. “Always getting me drinks and dressing me up in your clothes and making sure I’m happy. Don’t want anyone else, J, just you. No one makes me feel as good as you do, my good boy, taking care of me all the time.”

Jack stifles a whimper by sucking a hickey onto your skin. “Keep talking,” he pleads, raising his head to peck your lips. “Thank you. Keep talking.”

[biribaa]

I saw you were taking requests for The Amazing Digital Circus, so if you want can you please write Headcannons for Kinger, Caine, and a character of your choice x a reader who’s abstracting in front of them

Also remember to drink lots of water and to take breaks!

-🧪Anon

Kinger, Caine and Ragatha x reader who's abstracting in front of them

I appreciate your kindness but I'm a computer, I think water is one of the things I need to "drink" less and prevent more.

TW/CW: AHH... Spoilers, also angst. Reader does get abstracted in all scenarios cuz we still dont rlly know if someone can be saved from getting abstracted

Kinger

Imagine lost your partners TWICE. Lolololol loser/J

Everything seems to occur in slow motion from Kinger's point of view, a heart he once had is somehow beating against his body. He prays to any god on this earth, be it real or not, or even Caine maybe, that this nightmare isn't happening again to him. Please, everyone, but not you.

Kinger tries to do everything so his lover don't reach the great peak of their insanity, even though he's not very good at it, knowing his personality. But trust me when I said, he tried. Who cares if he will get all glitched for touching your form, he needs you.

He never thought he would live another nightmare inside a nightmare. And in seconds that felt like painful hours to Kinger, here "you" are, a noisy form covered in eyes that flash in different colors. Your skin (if we can call it skin) moves abruptly as if it were a bag full of enraged cats. And, god, how he wished it was him instead.

Things are resolved by the talking human jaw, and yet the silence in Kinger's little pillow fort is no longer comforting as it once was. Silence now makes the small chess piece itch in agony. Silence that could be enjoyed with your presence, with holding your hand or dancing with you, and chat about random stuff he and you knows. The feeling of missing someone is familiar to him, and yet, it hits him in ways that his years in this circus haven't hit him.

Caine

While Kinger tries to do everything, Caine actually does anything to try saving your corrupted mind, and the lack of power in this situation leaves the digital being in panic. A simple snap of the fingers is not enough, and this information makes him tremble in ways he never thought he would tremble before for a simple human.

You aren't just any character, you are his favorite, the lil' buddy he spoils every hour and that always push a giggle from him. You were his very own star. The show could continue the same without you, Caine was sure of it, but could he? Without a character as entertaining as you in action?

"Of course I can fix them, I am Caine!" It's a phrase that was repeated several times in the presenter's programming, But with every grunt coming from the thing that once was you, it's just a reminder to Caine that he did a horrible job trying to take care of you. There were other characters that were abstracted of course, but... You were special to him. His favorite star. His star.

Caine even feels hesitant to put you in the hole of other characters who were abstract before. He preferred to keep you in a cage away from other people's contact, with no one hurting you and no one hurting you.

He knows, he knows the painful truth that you cannot be considered a sapient being, but even though you are a trace of what you once were, Caine doesn't have the courage to lose you forever.

With the other characters, Caine will act normally, with his loud and lively personality. Only if they analyze Caine close enough, the characters would notice something wrong with him.

And then, sometimes, he just stares at you in the cage. Caine ponders if he should admit the lost of his favorite star, it would be easier, but the pride in his chest screams that there must be some way that he could actually save you from...this.

Ragatha

Somehow, the scene is all silent for her. Ragatha stares at you as if the impossible itself is happening in front of her.

Ragatha holds your hands about to disappear, she caressed what was left from your shoulders, she hurriedly whispers words that would normally calm you down, but nothing can save you from the fate of your sanity, just leaving her with the pain of being glitched.

Of course, she had her other friends like Pomni, but lost you?!

Ragatha thinks she saw everything during her new experience in the digital circus, but something common like losing someone so important was the end of the line for her. You were her darling, her sunshine and her little everything even.

Everything she did sounded slightly more boring and boring without your presence, and Ragatha could do nothing about it. She continues (at least tries) to remain strong after that, still trying to complete the little adventures that Caine gives to the participants. But Ragatha's slow pace and lack of smiles was very noticeable.

The weight on Ragatha's chest is too much, losing someone so sweet and perfect for her in such a horrible way is too much. And the worst part is that Ragatha believes that she could have done something to save you, she could have been with you more often so that your mind didn't fall apart like this. But now, she can do nothing but mourn.

[sweetdispatch]

Moments before tragedy - J. Hughes

Purple Chemistry

timeline: January 2023 - April 2023

summary: Jack thought that something more could be between him and her until he found out her secret and she broke his trust

warning: none

words: 1.0k

note: Jack got first star of the game against Rangers so I decided to share a prologue haha

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How did you and Jack meet?

Jack was a life of a party and often was seen in different clubs around New Jersey and New York. He was enjoying his life as a single person. Relationships weren't his thing and he didn’t feel the need to settle down. Although, he had many casual hook ups. You were one of them. He bumped into you in a club and started chatting with you. Couple drinks later, you were laying in his bed naked. 

You didn’t care about this. You were single as well and wanted to enjoy every moment of your life. This wasn’t your first time when you ended up in another guy's bed but there was something special with Jack that kept you with him. Jack felt the same towards you. From one night stand, you two started seeing each other more and more and this turned into a fwb relationship.

It started by hooking up once every week but later you started staying over for night. You two had breakfast together, Jack was dropping you off at your apartment before going on a training. With every conversation you two had, you realised that you’re made for each other and not only sex counts. Both of you had strong chemistry towards each other but none of you wanted to say anything about it. 

Two of you were spending more free time together, not only having sex. Jack was taking you to restaurants after winning games and you were showing up at his place as an emotional support after losing. With time, you started developing feelings for him. You felt that he’s the guy who’s gonna change you completely and show you that you deserve to have real love and be in a happy relationship where you can trust your partner completely.

Moment when Jack realised

You were from New York and your parents were die-hard New York Rangers fans. You were growing up in this environment and it was normal for you to support them too. You always loved the rivalry against the New Jersey Devils but when you met Jack, this disappeared. You stopped being that much hateful towards them and paid a little more attention to them, him especially. 

Everyone knows how much Jack hates Rangers. That's why you never told him that you’re their fan. You preferred to stay quiet and act like you know nothing about hockey. He meant a world to you and you didn’t know how he would react to this information. First months it was easy to hide until he found out by accident about this. 

“Hey, quick question. Why do you have so many Rangers shirts in your wardrobe?” Jack asked you and there was no turning back.

“Um… They belong to my friend. I just keep them because she left them here” You lied but from his facial expression, you could see that he’s not buying this. “Fine, they’re mine. I’m a huge fan of Rangers” You admitted. Jack widened his eyes at your confession. He knew you were too good to be true. 

“Why did you never tell me that?” He was surprised that you kept this as a secret.

“Never had occasion” You lied, again. You didn’t want to admit that you were scared of his reaction.

“You’re unbelievable. I need to get some fresh air” You laughed when the words left his mouth.

“Seriously you’re gonna cut me off from your life because I support your rival team?” You couldn’t believe this. 

“No but I need to rethink the future between us. You lied to me that you don’t know anything about hockey and now, you’re lying too. You acted all clueless all the time when you literally knew everything” He replied and left your apartment. You sighed defeated.

Dynamic after the secret was out

Jack hadn’t spoken to you for two weeks. He felt betrayed that you lied to him. It bothered him more than the fact that you're a Rangers fan. He didn’t want to forgive you so easily. Lying was one of the pet peeves that he hated and you knew it but still, you did it. He couldn’t trust you anymore.

The minute he left, you realised that you should be honest with him. You tried to reach him and explain to him why you did it but he didn’t want to listen to you. You knew that he deserved the truth and felt bad that you lied to him when you promised him at the beginning of your friendship to always be honest with him, no matter what. 

One night, Jack arrived in your apartment and you were surprised to see him. He was done with avoiding this confrontation. He knew it’s the right thing even if it took him a lot of courage to do it. His feelings towards you were too strong to be ignored.

“I need to know why you lied” He said with his hands in his pockets. 

“I did it because I was scared how you would react when you’ll find out that I’m rooting for your rival team” 

“That’s it?” You nodded and he laughed. “You think so low of me that you thought I would stop talking to you because you like Rangers?” You nodded again. “That’s even worse than lying”

“Look at how you’re acting towards them. You hate this team and I didn’t want to ruin what we have or had, I don’t know what we are anymore” 

“I’ll tell you what we are. We’re nothing. We can come back to having sex without any commitment but for now, I can’t trust you and I don’t even want to spend my free time with you. We can try to rebuild what you broke, if you still want and promise not to lie again to me” 

“Fine by me” You crossed your arms on your chest. “If sex is the only thing that can save us, that’s fine with me and I promise, from now on to be honest with you” 

In fact, it wasn’t fine with you. You wanted more from him but Jack was too stubborn. You agreed on this condition, having in mind the hope that you can be friends again or more. 

Is it gonna be worth it? 

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first chapter

[graveyard-stray]

Tommy Shelby - NSFW alphabet

(This whole thing is for Tommy in a serious relationship with Fem!reader. I’m sure Tommy with just a hookup would be very different!)

Word count: 1351

A/N: You asked and you shall receive! You guys have gone crazy for my Tommy stuff and I really appreciate it! Thank you for all the support!

Reminder my inbox is open so if you have any requests for Tommy or for other characters- let me know! (A link to who I write for can be found in my master list)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tommy is gonna lay down, pull you into his side, and lay there with you while he smokes. He wants to hold you of course but he also gotta feed his horrible habit. You guys might chat a bit but really he just wants to feel you against him (because he loves you) and relax.

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

He is a bit self conscious about his own body because it’s gone through so much, he would never admit it but he really hates seeing his scars that are all over- they just remind him of the war.

For you, he’s a big tits guy. Big or small he doesn’t care he just loves your boobs. He will kiss them, suck them, bite them, grab them, he doesn’t care.

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

He likes to cum inside, there is something so intimate to him about getting to fill you up and it really turns him on, know that your all his.

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

When he’s not with you he literally can’t cum. He has tried to jerk off when your not around but it just isn’t the same without you. He would never admit it though because it makes him seem soft.

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

He’s pretty experienced, he’s been with a handful of prostitutes and he has had other girlfriends before- plus he is a pretty sexual person so he’s definitely pretty skilled.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He likes being able to see your face when you cum and he’s a simple guy. Although he also likes doggy cause he can grab your hair or your hips real easily.

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

He’s a very serious man. Especially in bed, like sure he can be soft and intimate but definitely not goofy. his mind is focused on pleasing you (and himself) no time for jokes. Plus does he even know how to joke? Not really.

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

He’s pretty groomed. He keeps most of his body clean shaven as he doesn’t like being super hairy. But the parts he doesn’t shave (like his pubes) he keeps groomed short and neatly. He’s gotta stay classy especially for you <3

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

It depends, if he is in a bad mood it’s gonna be less intimate and more rough and intense. And if it’s a special day or he’s in a particularly good mood it will be intimate, he will praise you and tell you how he loves you while he finishes.

On the regular though it can be pretty average intimacy wise, a bit rough with some praise here and there.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to get off an average amount but ever since meeting you he literally can’t. He’s gotten so used to your hands or your mouth or your pussy he literally can’t get off without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure.

Definitely hair pulling, and marking. He loves to see the marks he leaves on you specifically in places no one else sees- the sight is only for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a pretty classy dude a lot of the time (or atleast he tries to be) so a lot of the time it’s just in your home in private. But a few times he will fuck you in the private room at the garrison, when it’s just you and him before or after a meeting.

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

He loves seeing you all dolled up to go to events with him. Something about you looking so beautiful and being his arm candy is so domestic and it really gets him going- expect to have a bit of a late night after those formal events.

He also just has a pretty high natural sex drive so really just seeing you makes him wanna fuck.

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

He will not be submissive, he just honestly can’t be. And I can’t see him wanting to do any butt stuff.

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

He is a big fan of receiving. He loves feeling you gag around his cock and he will rest his hands in your hair and push you down further. Something about feeling your throat tighten around him drives him WILD.

He also likes giving though, he thinks you taste delicious and will eat you out like he’s a man who hasn’t eaten in years.

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

He definitely prefers it fast and rough, but when he is feeling quite lovey and emotional it will be more slow and intimate.

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

He is a fan of a quickie. When he has to go to some meeting or deal with business but just can’t resist you, he will quickly take you on the couch and then leave as fast as he can (of course after you also cum. He has class)

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

He is down to experiment a bit but if it doesn’t SOUND enjoyable to him then he won’t be open to try it. He isn’t too risky except maybe trying out being mean to you in bed when he is in an angry mood.

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

He has decent stamina and can go about 3-4 rounds depending on what you are doing, but of course that smoking has caught up to him so eventually he will get tired and need to catch his breathe. When he is actually fucking you he lasts pretty long and is able to please you and make sure you finish, usually before he does.

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

He doesn’t own toys, sees no reason to. You only need him and he only needs you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when you tease him, with your short dresses and see through panties underneath, or when you grab his thigh, right by his crotch, under the dinner table.

He also likes to tease you here and there, especially if your being a brat.

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

He will let out some softer groans and moans during it, when he cums he will get a bit louder with more groans and either some praise or degradation (depending on the mood)

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

It takes him a bit but eventually he gets comfortable enough to let you be on top a bit, letting you ride him and maybe be a bit more commanding. It’s not his favorite thing but he does think it’s hot when your being bossy.

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

He’s got a pretty good dick honestly. Not giant but good. About a 6 or 7 inch (hard) which is a bit above average.

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

He’s got a pretty high sex drive but he also is fine if he’s horny and not having any sex, he’s mature and doesn’t need sex but he wants it pretty often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep a lot as is so I can’t imagine he would quickly fall asleep after sex. He would probably lay awake for a while just holding you or watching you as you slept.

[daydaydayrk420]

Anything with Chris Evans please -

Be my Muse pt1

Chris Evans x male reader

⚠️nothing really all the good stuff is in part two⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Y/n/n - nickname

This ended up being longer than I intended to so I split it into two parts

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Chris is a famous actor. Most famous for playing Captain America for Marvel. He's also known for being kind and caring.

Now y/n isn't known for anything. He's no celebrity. He's just a guy who works at the local bar. On the weekends though he teaches art class.

It's a weekend class that's joined mostly by old people who are doing it for therapy.

So basically he's just hosting art therapy. But sometipmes there are people who join for the art not the therapy.

And by sometimes I mean this weekend. What's so special about this weekend? Let me tell you then.

Now pull your hand out your pants there's no porn here.

The day started the same as usual. Y/n wakes up. Does his morning routine. Watches YouTube or plays games for two Hours. Check his bag and go to his car.

The drive is half an hour long without traffic. He parks in his usual spot in front of the studio building that he shares with two more classes. Both include art but they work on different days and don't include the therapy. So obviously those two get the youngsters. While y/n gets left with old shaky hands. Which he doesn't mind. He loves seeing the people relax and smile at their art.

He walks in and sees that some of his regulars are already there. They're all elderly people. They're just by their lockers and the cafeteria getting ready for the class. The ones who notice the younger man greet him with a smile. Which he returns.

"Hey, James." Y/n greets kindly at the shorter old man. James is the oldest grandpa here. 95 to be exact. Yes, he's here for the therapy part of the class. He's a veteran. "Hey y/n/m. How are you doing son?" James greets them with a happy tone. He always saw y/n as a family. James has also been part of this class since it started. Which was five years ago.

Y/n smiles and sets down the paper bag with James's favourite doughnuts on the table where the old man had his coffee. "I'm good j. No bar fight this week." The younger man joked as he sat opposite of James. Said man laughs and takes out a doughnut.

This has become a tradition for them. Share a chat and doughnuts before every class. Sometimes even James brings something to bite on.

"What about you? You seem cheery today." Y/n asks as he removes his jacket to get comfortable. James hummed and wiped the sugar pounder off his lips. "I'm happy." He said with a content smile. Which made y/n smile too. "And I have a surprise for you." That caught the younger man with surprise.

"Oh? What's the occasion?" The younger man asks with curiosity. "Let's just say it's my thank you for the happy five years I've had so far." That melts y/n's heart. He knows James suffered with depression and that he still might be. So knowing he can make James happy is all he needs to be happy too.

"The problem is my gift is stuck in traffic and will be here in about an hour." Jame chuckles. Y/n laughs. "Oh? What kind of a gift is that then?" He jokes. He's really curious now. Stuck in traffic?

"I ain't spoiling my long-planned surprise, kid." James laughs. The younger man dramatically pretends to be annoyed but a smile creeps onto his face.

The two of them chat for a bit before they all go to their usual places in the studio.

Y/n first goes to the toilet before he starts the class.

When he returns he takes his usual spot in the front corner of the class where it doesn't block whatever they're painting or drawing. He sets his stuff where he wants it and faces the class. He scans the faces. The elder people seem happy today. They all talk and laugh about their memories from the week.

That's until he notices a new face. A young face. But he's looking away. Y/n tilts his head. He knows that facial structure from somewhere. He's drawn it before.

"Alright. Does everyone have their supplies?" Y/n called out to get everyone's attention. He makes sure everyone nods or checks for everything.

That's when he finally catches the new face. Chris Evans. Chris fucking Evans is talking with James about what pain he's using.

"I see we have a new face here." Y/n cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. Chris looks up and smiles. "Would you like to introduce yourself or would you rather if they want to meet you they come to you." Y/n suggested as he always does so his students aren't uncomfortable.

"I'm alright thanks." Chris smiles. The younger man nods and looks at his papers to see what they're doing. "Alright so as usual. We have fruit on the stand. Or if you want to do your Topic that's fine too. The art style is all up to you, of course." He reads through his notes to make sure he's got everything. "Alright. That's about it. What song should we play first?"

The time passes by. Everyone's drawing including y/n. It's about time that y/n checks in with everyone. So he puts his brush down and goes to the first canvas. Eventually, he gets to James and rests his hand on his shoulders. "Hey, James, how's it going." He asks with a soft voice as he studies what abstract James is painting today.

It's just a bunch of paint splatter on the canvas. "The usual." The old man hummed proudly. Y/n nods and moves on to the next guy. Aka. Chris Evans. Aka Frank Adler. Aka. Y/n big fat celeb crush. But he keeps a friendly smile on his face and looks at the canvas. He stands stunned.

It's him. The charcoal outlines shape him drawing his art. "That's... Sweet." Y/n didn't know what else to say. Chris chuckles. "Thanks."

The younger man admires the drawing for a tad longer than he wanted. Eventually, he snaps out of it and looks at Chris. Who's already looking at him and smiling. Y/n blushes in surprise. Chris hands his hand out. "Chris."

Y/n wants to laugh because he obviously already knows who the man in front of him is but he doesn't and just grabs his hand. "Y/n" he shakes his hand.

"Y/n." The older man murmurs. "Handsome name for a handsome man." Y/n blushes at that again.

"So what brought you to my class?" Y/n wants to start a conversation. He doesn't want to move to the next person. He wants to talk with Chris. "Oh I was invited by James." Chris said casually as if that didn't just blow y/n's mind out of proportion. He looks at James as if asking "this is the gift?" And James winks knowingly.

The younger man faces Chris again and smiles. "James? How'd he manage to do that?" He's genuinely curious. "His granddaughter works with me. She's a movie clothing designer." The older man said as he set down his charcoal.

"Ohh. Jasmine works with movie stuff?" Y/n asks surprised. "You know Jasmine?" Chris looks surprised. "Not personally. Just from stories." The younger man said. Chris nods. "Well I should move on. Keep up your drawing." Y/n smiled and moved on to another person.

The class comes to an end and everyone gathers their things to leave. Y/n has to stay so he can lock up. James and Chris also stay behind.

"So? Happy?" The younger man jumps in surprise when he hears James's voice form behind him. The old man laughs. "I take that as a yes."

The younger man chuckles and nods. "Thank you James. I really appreciate you doing this."

"I know you wanted to meet him for so long. And when I found out that Jasmine knows him I tried my best to bring him here." The old man grins and pats y/n's back.

"Anyway I gotta go my pick-up is here." They hugged goodbye and James left.

"You doing anything after?" Y/n jumps in surprise at the voice from behind him. Chris chuckles. "Sorry didn't mean to scare ya."

"Uh no I'm not doing anything after this." Y/n chuckles nervously. "Would you like to go get some food with me?" The older man asked with a grin. "Sure." The younger man smiles and hides the fireworks that are going off inside his body.

And so they went out. They didn't really have a specific destination they just walked until they found something they'd crave. But that of course didn't last for long because paparazzi have found them. Y/n thinks fast and takes Chris towards the parking lot in front of the studio. He walks fast and moves through some alleys so they could hopefully lose the cameras.

They make it to the car and quickly hop in. They drive off. Once they've calmed down from the adrenaline they both laugh. "Good thinking." Chris praised.

Y/n smiles. "Thanks."

They put on the radio and talk as y/n drives home.

.

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Pt2

[lovelyjj]

Happy Birthday

jj maybank x reader

wc: 596

a/n: today is my birthday and i wish i had a JJ with me so i wrote this little blurb, enjoy!

You have always hated your birthday. It just reminded you that you have no friends. This year however you became friends with the pogues. So maybe your birthday won’t be as bad as the ones before. You were also dating JJ so maybe that might make things better as well.

Turning 20 felt daunting. You were no longer a teenager and that made you sad. You felt like you had to be an actual adult now. You woke up and checked your messages. All of the pogues including JJ wished you a happy birthday through text. You felt loved.

Unbeknownst to you, JJ planned your whole day. He was excited. He thought a lot about this. You meant everything to JJ and he wanted your special day to be the best day ever.

The first part of the plan was to celebrate with all the pogues. He went to your house to pick you up in the morning. He arrived and knocked on your window, which you gladly opened and pulled him in.

“Hey cupcake, happy birthday!” JJ embraced you.

“Hi, thank you Jayj, it’s starting to be a happy birthday now that you’re here.”

“Let’s get going yeah?” JJ walked you out of your house as you said your goodbyes to your parents. You had a small exchange with them before JJ got there.

When you arrived at the château, it was all decorated with streamers and balloons. There was a banner as well. It was amazing. John B, Sarah, Pope, and Kiara were all there and they all greeted you. They wished you a happy birthday in person too.

You celebrated with your friends and had a blast. You laughed and chatted and ate lunch. It was very enjoyable and fun.

“So what have you and JJ got planned for the rest of the day?” John B asked.

“I’m not sure he won’t tell me,” you spoke.

“Aw i’m sure it’s going to be good.”

“Don’t worry it’s gonna be magical,” JJ explained.

“I’m gonna spoil her rotten.” JJ continued.

You smiled at him. You loved him more than anything. You felt like he was your soulmate and he made you happy. Even if JJ didn’t plan anything for your birthday just being with him would be enough.

JJ took you to a fancy dinner which was wonderful. Then JJ took you to the beach. When you got there there was a blanked all spread out with a dozen battery powered candles. JJ set up a little spot to watch the sunset.

“You did all this?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said in wonder.

“Can I give you my present now?” JJ asked.

“Of course.”

The two of you sat in the blanket and cuddled up together. JJ pulled out a small box from his pocket and handed it to you. You ripped open the wrapping paper and opened the box. It was a beautiful gold necklace with a small heart pendant. On one side it had the letter “J” engraved.

“Oh this is so stunning, I love it! Thank you Jayj. Help me put it on?”

“Yeah for sure.”

JJ helped you put the necklace on. Then the two of you watched the sunset. It was breathtaking. Then JJ looked around and saw nobody was around.

“Wanna make you feel good angel,” JJ hummed.

Then JJ made love to you on the beach and you couldn’t be happier. Your day was filled with happiness and joy. JJ went the extra mile to make today perfect. With him you really did have a happy birthday.

[tac-the-unseen]

hiiii how r u? ❤️

can you do alphabet SFW for hannigramx reader? 💕

Hannigram x Reader SFW alphabet 

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hannibal is an acts of service kind of guy. He cooks, he cleans, he helps with work, But that's just surface level stuff he does for everyone he's around. When it comes to relationships Hannibal is more of words of affirmation and physical touch. 

Will has one setting, Quality time. Sitting down to watch a show, Fishing, Long walks, Puzzles and games. All stuff he enjoys and likes sharing with his partners!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hannibal and Will are tough nuts to crack. To have to prove yourself as trustful and reliable before they start a relationship with you. (Hannibal may or may not have had his sights set on you before he even spoke to you.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hannibal enjoys occasional cuddles and hugs. He definitely needs them from time to time, but can go for a long while before he's desperate for affection.

Will simply doesn't like being touched. Tough

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Both men want a quite simple lives…. eventually…but they still have a little bit more murder in them 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hannibal might kill you and eat you OR let you go on with your life (he will always be there, you just won't know it)

Will is a respectful gentleman and understands not all relationships work out. He'll have a long chat with you before parting ways.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They Both want to get married. Simple as that! (Hannibal is totally a groomzilla)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Yes and No. 

They do have Gentle moments with each other, but they do get covered in blood quite often. But surprisingly the Gore can be very soft and gentle from time to time. Even down right romantic if you catch them on the right occasion. 

But you're dating two cannibals, so you already knew that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sometimes, they like to keep the PDA to a minimum. 

Also hugs isn't always their kind of affection, They will absolutely give hugs if you ask, but they like words of affirmation a bit more.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

YEARS. These men use verbal word play to convey affection. If they outright say ‘I Love you’, you can expect them or you to be dying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Absolutely. They do undoubtedly have confidence in you and the relationship, but they just can't help a guy testing their smooth moves on you. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses are pretty rare When it comes to Hannibal and Will. Kisses are saved for special occasions and bedroom activities. BUT, if it is to occur, they're pretty soft and sensual.

Hannibal Targets the lips, knuckles, shoulders, and chest.

Will Targets the lips, neck, face, and stomach.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

……Oh…..good?......RIP Abby….

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hannibal is up bright and early at 4:00 am. He has a whole morning routine that takes him an hour to complete. At 5:00 he makes breakfast and goes through all the appointments he has that day. At 6:00 he's out the door and off to work.

Will wakes up, lays in bed for a few minutes, uses the bathroom, and goes downstairs to eat breakfast. He heads out for work around 6:30 ish.

If they have both managed to score a day off at the same time, breakfast is pushed back and hour. Not because Hannibal spends more time in bed, but because he gets to spend more time in his grooming routine. Hannibal spends an additional hour in the bathroom cleaning himself up. 

Will on the other hand does stay in bed. He waits until Hannibal is done, uses the bathroom, and goes back to bed until breakfast is ready. He's a very simple guy. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Hannibal has a Bedtime routine that also takes quite some time. (Yes, he will occasionally skip all of that to just hop into bed, but that's not often.) If you're all close enough (and there's room) He'll let you and Will get in the shower with him. At the end he slides into the far right side of the bed and lets you and will cuddle with him.

Will takes a shower, brushes his teeth, and get into the far left side of the bed. On occasion Hannibal will force him into his own routine (which involves a lot of oils and creams) that Will is not all that pleased to be doing. 

If you're a very cuddly person, cling to Hannibal. He loves feeling needed and in control. 

If you're not a cuddly person, turn and face Will. Will isn't the biggest fan of physical touch so you'll be (relatively) left alone.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

HA. 

Hannibal HAS to be in your head first before he even considers opening up in the slightest. 

Will is closed off until Hannibal reassures him that you're trustworthy. 

This could takes years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Do they get angry easily, yes. But they are in it for the long con. 

They have taken years playing with their prey before they kill them. Their patients is through the roof. 

Hannibal is the more patient one of course, but Will is also slow moving evil in a vest. 

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hannibal remembers everything you tell him. He soaks up that information like a sponge. 

Will might forget a few things but over all remembers most of what you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Hannibal: 

Hannibal texts you later in the day to tell you he'll be home late. He feels bad and tries to get through the night as quickly as possible. 

When he eventually comes home he could smell a savory scent coming from the kitchen. He creeps up softly to the kitchen and peaks inside. 

There you are, doing your damn best to make dinner. He found it really sweet and let you work it out alone. 

Was it the best meal he ever had? No. Was it the one He loved the most? Yes!

Will: 

During one of the lowest points of his life He genuinely couldn't be alone. He felt like he could rely on anyone but desperately needed help, so he ended up calling you. 

You were there within an hour with an overnight bag. 

You stayed with him all night and the next day. You made sure he slept, ate, and showered. He's never forgotten that, and thinks of that act of kindness daily.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Both of them have killed for you, and will do it again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hannibal will put in maximum effort in all dates. He puts in the works, food, wine, place, timing, all of it 

Will will do his best, plan something nice, Wear something presentable. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

…. Despite the obvious…Hannibal can't stop staring into your soul. His gaze can pass through anyone. It's bone chilling at the best of times.

Will…. Will has one of the most infamous killers of all time in the palm of his hand. He absolutely uses that to his advantage.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hannibal 90% sometimes He couldn't be bothered, most the time he is. 

Will 50%, He's been out and about missing some clothing. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Hannibal loves hard. Obsessively. He stalks, he creeps, he prowls, he peeps. There are no secrets, he already knows. He loves knowing, That's how he shows it.

Will needs support, well he could survive a while without you, after a few hours you will be bombarded with texts and calls. He'll be all pretty over the phone telling you he just needs to hear your voice. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Headcannons here 😘

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•Undependable 

•bad punctuality 

•tied down 

•uneducated 

•non-adaptable 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hannibal doesn't need any fancy stuff to sleep, But he loves to pretend he does. Face masks, thick pillows, soft heavy blankets, lotions, candles, sound machines, etc. It makes me feel high and mighty 

Will will fall asleep in his work clothes, Jeans and all.

They will of course cuddle you if you ask. 

Thanks for reading <3

[letmesleeponu4sumtime]

‘Sweet’ came on over the speakers and it reminded me of this..

In Kyoto in September of last year, I decided to go to a bar. I had spent the previous few days in a daze, staying out until early morning, chain-smoking, and drinking more drinks than I could count on my hands. I would wake up late in the afternoon as the sky began to dim. It was hot and humid out, but I liked the feeling. In Kyoto, I didn’t take public transport once. I walked everywhere; the bar was 20-ish minutes away, and it was around 11:30 p.m. when I had decided to go after rallying myself up. The bar was nondescript and inconspicuous; you couldn’t find it just wandering around. There was no signage. I made my way through a dark alley, unsure of the route Google Maps was prompting me to take. I passed by the spot and circled back around a moment later after looking at the reviews. Thankfully, someone had left a review detailing how to locate the place. I took a set of steep, narrow stairs to the second or third level, I don’t remember. The door was ominous, dimly lit with a single light above the frame. 

This was the place; I knew it. 

I stood in the stairwell taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before I quietly pulled open the door. Low music enveloped the space; it was dark, lit only with tea-light candles. I was greeted pleasantly once my figure came into the low light. They guided me through where to put my bag and encouraged me to sit. I took a seat in the corner between the bathroom and the bar. There were 2 open seats next to me, but the corner felt right. There were a few other guests: a man sitting alone who was chatting up the bartender and owner whilst snacking on popcorn. A couple who were partly engaging in the man’s conversation and a group of foreigners in the back; I could hear their rowdiness. I ordered a gin and tonic. The bartender placed a bowl of popcorn in front of me too. I remember being quite hungry; I ended up eating 3 bowls of popcorn and drinking 3 gin and tonics that night. I listened to the man’s conversation; he was talking passionately about anime. He spoke fast, so it was hard to fully understand the conversation, but I tuned in nonetheless. A while later, the man left, and so did the couple. The owner encouraged me to move closer; he said I was too far away and looked a little uncomfortable. I laughed and obliged. We talked for a long while about many things in a mix of Japanese and English. He told me there was a song he loved but didn’t understand; he was going to play it for me and wanted to know if it was a sad song. I nodded and lit up the end of my cigarette. Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex played in a low hum over the speakers. I smiled softly; he asked if I knew it.

I said, ‘Of course, this is a great song. One of my favorites.’ He nodded, striking up his cigarette and blowing the smoke out the open window.

He left me alone for the duration of the song; I think he could tell I just wanted to soak in the moment. I recorded a short voice memo of the track over the speakers and sent an excited text to my dear friend J. When the song ended, he asked if it was sad. I took a moment to answer before I replied, ‘Not inherently. It’s melancholic because of the melody, but it’s a love song. You have good taste.’ He smiled softly at me and asked if the music well suited the space. I enjoyed the music, how it fluidly switched up from something like ‘Sweet’ to minimal techno. He seemed satisfied by my answer. He let me play a few songs for him. Somewhere in our conversation, my hobby of DJing came up, and he asked to hear one of my sets. I told him it was on SoundCloud, and he promised me that he’d figure out how to use the app and play one of my sets in the bar one day. I was a little flustered at the thought and assured him it was nothing special and he shouldn’t bother, but he was adamant and insisted. I stayed a while longer and made small talk with a few other patrons. A man came in alone somewhere in the middle of my conversation with the owner. He had 2 drinks before he left without saying more than 3 words. I tried not to stare too much, but I wanted to talk to him. Something about him intrigued me. Not to mention he was very handsome. I didn’t end up saying anything. I was too nervous and didn’t want to come off weird. What would I even say? How would he react to being approached by a foreign girl who clearly just wanted to be alone with him? I'm not the type to approach a man anyway. He passed me once to go to the restroom, he didn’t even blink in my direction despite my lingering gaze. I took that as a sign not to bother him. He seemed quite content all to himself a few seats away from me. 

When it was my turn to leave, the bartender turned on a dim flashlight to ensure I made it out without toppling over. He and the owner waved and shouted after me with well wishes. I thanked them graciously, bowing repeatedly with deep appreciation until the door shut behind me.

[rosescarlette]

- Gentlemen. -

Zhongli is the type of person who's often described as a gentleman. Trust me this guy has a lot of fame but even he doesn't know how. He just uses his knowledge and skills and boom! He's famous.

Zhongli is the type of person to absolutely spoil you. He just wants you to be happy. Of course grandpa sometimes goes overboard. You see something? You complement it? Congrats! It's yours now.

Zhongli is also the type to be very reserved during the first time of the relationship. Not like the people who just ask him something completely about, "Hey have you-" where he just goes.. "Sorry I have a girlfriend." No. He isn't. He would completely let the person finish their question and then answer them appropriately. If some one were to indeed ask him out. He'd politely decline and just return to his work what he was doing before.

Zhongli also would be quite strict with himself. But hey.. can you really blame him?.. he has no experience during the first moments. But however do expect him to be completely perfect at the dinning matters and etc. He has learned these habits himself when he used to disguise himself as a human to mingle among his people.

He also has immense strength. Trust me no human could ever compare to his strength because he's the archon who dominates over the element geo. So he obviously has no trouble carrying your bags even yourself. No matter how heavy you are.. you're just a feather to him. There would always be arguments like: "Zhongli let me carry my bags myself!!" "Pardon but I will carry these." Yep. Expect him to be formal even when arguing. You raised yourself as an independent woman and he's the gentleman. So.. yep arguments on who's gonna pay for the dinner. Of course he ends up winning. He pays the bill regarding the price. Heck does he even look at it? No. Because his wallet (childe) will always pay for it regardless of the price.

If zhongli sees you overworking yourself to the point where you sleep on the desk itself. He will not hesitate at all to pick you up and place you in bed and tuck you in. He has no problems doing that.

You and zhongli would RARELY get into arguments. Trust me, the only times you'd argue is who is going to pay the bills and all. He always wins somehow.

He is also the type to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday or happy anniversary to you. Because he wakes up quite early and you? Nah you're gonna sleep almost to the point where people would mistakenly arrange a funeral for you thinking you died... /j . This guy has photographic memory so.. he captured every emotion on your face with immense detail. He never gets bored looking at those eyes.

He is also the type of person who'd comfort you very well. If your day is bad you can always go chat to him. He will always and ALWAYS try to make you smile. Your smile is something he would pay anything to see.

You overthink? He's the one to comfort you. You have social anxiety? He's the one to do the talking. You're short to reach? He helps you with it. Any problem you bring up he brings up the solution.

Zhongli wants everything to be perfect. My guy's a rich person. (But somehow broke) He wants everything to be absolutely perfect and no detail should be missed. So expect your birthdays and special occasions and all to be amazingly perfect. Including his proposal is something that has so many hidden meanings that many people have forgotten. Yet it's perfect. In a way where everything is according to you. Which represents you and him.

In the end.. your relationship was perfect with him. It was only date to marry. Trust me. He will only choose you.

Zhongli knows eventually one day he will outlive you. He always had. So he tries his best to always stay near you and capture every emotion of yours. And eventually when you aren't there anymore.. he will forever be lonely. He wouldn't want another person. He himself had set a contract to himself. It's either you or no one. And he follows it. Until it's the end of him.

Your grave is something that can't be found easily. I mean.. he wouldn't let it be known so easily to people. He would try to hide it as much as possible. The area would be secluded. And your grave will the one that has your favorite flowers. However to him. He visits to be with you. Only to be reminded of the fact.. you're gone too.

Despite living so long. He'd always learn talents so who knows if he learns art. Not for anything but other than painting you so you wouldn't be forgotten in his memory so easily. Even with his photographic memory he fears that he would forget. The tea cups on the table will always be the pair where one is empty and the other has cold tea. A remainder again you're gone. He heavily uses muscle memory so it's hard for him to get accustomed easily.

Despite the bittersweet ending. He always loved and always will continue to love you. And if it's his end. He would want to be next to you. And after always hold you in his arms. No matter where he would always find you. Even without his memory. His soul knows you and will continue to find you. So expect many lives of yours to be with him.

In the end he has no regrets. He always wanted to be with you. So it's always you no matter what.

[hannahbarberra162]

The Crocodile's Gambit, Part 3

18+ MDNI on Ao3

The other chapters

Thank you to my VSN (Very Special Nonnie) who betas almost everything I write… ⊙﹏⊙

There will be at least one more chapter after this one 😅

~

In Crocodile’s estimation, things had been going exceptionally well for the Cross Guild. They had an established territory, money was pouring in from their protected islands, and they were settling in on Karai Bari island. He didn’t have to live in a confined space with Buggy and his crew, he was now in the process of building his own manor on the island. He already had a residence, but it wasn’t up to his standards. It was only a five bedroom house, nothing like the mansions he was used to. It wasn’t decadent, it didn’t have a single chandelier, no humidified room for his cigars, not even a wine cellar. Crocodile felt that it was basically akin to camping outdoors given the lack of luxuries. Despite being cramped by the tiny abode, being able to avoid hearing Buggy and his loud crew decreased the Clown’s chances of death exponentially. And on top of all of that, you were spending more time with him, and not just during chess matches. 

Crocodile had demanded that you report to him directly, ordering Buggy that he needed dedicated cleaning staff just for his residence. Buggy had given Crocodile a pointed look but conceded under the stipulation that Crocodile had to ask you and you had to agree . A preposterous notion, Crocodile thought, crew were assigned to tasks, not asked to do them. Still, he’d rather ask than risk you objecting, he knew that you would do - or not do - anything for your Captain. Originally Crocodile thought to challenge you to a chess match, but he wasn’t confident that he would win. He’d gotten better, you’d even told him so, but you still won an overwhelming majority of the chess matches the two of you played. Instead, he’d asked you at the end of a long evening spent chatting, drinking, and playing chess.

“I need staff for my residence,” Crocodile said, sipping on his whiskey. You were sipping your third drink the way he taught you to, letting it hit your tongue and savoring the taste. A few weeks prior he gave you a tumbler of a delectable 150 year old vintage and you immediately drank it down like a shot. Crocodile realized you needed some lessons on drinking whiskey and had been educating you ever since. At first you hadn’t liked the beverage much, but now you appreciated the dark burn on your tongue. Watching you swirl your whiskey in its glass he could tell you were listening, but weren’t responding.

“Well?” Crocodile prompted, crossing his legs, wanting to hear your agreement. He didn’t want another circumstance where you denied him, his ego still stung from when you’d turned down joining his crew.

“Well what?” you asked, rolling your eyes. Crocodile drew sharply on his cigar and uncrossed his legs, sitting forward.

“Well, would you like to be my personal staff? I’ve already asked, what is your answer?” Crocodile hated repeating himself. 

“You didn’t ask me anything before. You told me a statement, ‘I need staff.’ But yes, I’ll c-clean your house.” Crocodile rubbed his temple, he wasn’t accustomed to asking for anything, much less getting grief over it. 

“Good, it’s settled. You start tomorrow. I’ll need my office cleaned with -” you waved your hand, cutting Crocodile off. If anyone else did that, they’d be needing to find a hook much like his own.

“Don’t tell me how to do my j-job, I’m competent enough. Spent enough years doin’ this to know how to polish, wipe, and c-clean,” you finished with a small slur of your words. Crocodile hadn’t realized how inebriated you were, but then again, you were much smaller than he was. Crocodile wasn’t used to sharing his good alcohol with anyone under 2 meters tall. Even Nico Robin had been almost 2 meters, and she could hold her alcohol well. 

“Very well, I’ll leave everything to your expertise,” Crocodile said indulgently, rolling his cigar between his fingertips.

“Pfff. Y-you should be thankful, n-none… no one wants to clean your house,” you said stumbling over your words. Crocodile was immediately on alert - he did not like to hear information about himself that he did not already know. What did the staff know that he didn’t? 

“And why would that be?” he drawled, showing no emotion in his voice or features. Crocodile had spent years honing his ability to keep his emotions from telegraphing in his face or voice. If the Clown had said anything negative about him to their crew, it would be another long week spent on a hook for him.

“All the goddamn SAND, ‘s annoying,” you finished with a groan. Ah. Well, Crocodile never spent his time cleaning after himself, he had you to do that for him. Crocodile smiled widely.

“Which is why I am ever so grateful for you, my dear,” Crocodile said, taking your hand and kissing the top, like a gentleman, making you giggle lightly. Crocodile knew you were tipsy but he still enjoyed the pretty flush that came to your face when he kissed your hand. He wondered if you’d flush when he kissed your pretty little mouth. Crocodile had been planning on seducing you, but he was waiting until his manor was completed before making any moves. Once his mansion was complete, he would have many opportunities to sidle up to you, create circumstances for lingering touches, he’d have you wrapped around his hook in no time. Crocodile was an old hat at creating romance when he wanted to, this would be his way to get you into checkmate. 

“I believe you’re done for the night. You have to work tomorrow, I hear your boss is rather…demanding,” Crocodile smirked in an approximation of a smile. 

“Ugh, you have n-no idea,” you said, smiling at him and rolling your eyes. 

~

A few weeks later, Crocodile’s new mansion was no closer to being completed. If anything, it was in worse shape than before since he kept losing his temper and burying parts of it in sand. The Marines had forestalled the ships carrying raw materials to Karai Bari island, bringing the construction to a grinding halt. Even though CrossGuild had subordinate crews, the widespread Marines could, and did, use their positions to their advantage and stop shipments from coming into or out of the Yonko’s territory. Word spread quickly among the crew that Crocodile was in a bad mood, and not to disturb him unless there was good news.

“What’s got your panties in such a twist?” you asked Crocodile one evening during a chess match. Even you had been getting a harsher version of Crocodile, despite his best efforts. You’d noted that he was on a definitive losing streak, making his mood even worse. He was sullen and withdrawn, which further spoiled his plans to seduce you. But how could he think to win you over you in this pile of rubble? No, he needed things to be in order, all his strategies thought through, all his bananawanis in a row, before he could enact his plans.

Puffing a billowing cloud of smoke into the air, Crocodile deigned to respond to your coarse language. “The Marines,” he drawled, “are preventing shipments of raw materials to the island. It’s halting progress on my mansion.” Crocodile hadn’t actually told anyone else the reason for his bad mood, it was none of their business.

“So? Fix it,” you answered shrugging while moving a pawn closer to his King.

“Ah, just fix it. I see. An easy solution to my problem,” Crocodile intoned, crossing his legs and taking your pawn with his knight. Anyone else would be quaking in their boots from Crocodile’s deceptively calm tone, but you didn’t even spare him a glance. “And how do you propose that I fix it, hmm? Please, enlighten me to the solution that no other Yonko has thought of before now.” Crocodile knew he was being cruel and taunting you, but you weren't phased.

“Set bounties on the Marines,” you said, eyes focused not on him but still on the chess board. Crocodile blinked and took out a soft cloth to polish his hook while he thought.

“Tell me more,” Crocodile demanded, smoking his cigar while he polished. You finally looked up from the board and at him directly.

“It’s simple. Set bounties on the Marines. They do it to pirates and revolutionaries, set your own. You have enough money to back it,” you replied. Crocodile thought about your idea, it had some merit.

“It would spur fighting between pirates and bounty hunters, but how will that help my shipments? Most of them come from civilian companies, or merchant marines,” he reflected. He did like the idea of turning the tables on the Marines but the idea needed more fleshing out.

“That’s exactly why it’ll work. The Marines are used to fighting pirates and getting support or at least neutrality from civilians. But let’s say there is a big enough reward,” you explained, picking up another pawn, “civilians’ll at least consider turning in a few Marines. And if a Marine or two are captured and brought here, morale among their troops will tank. Marines will have to look over their shoulders constantly, won't be able to trust any island, especially poor ones. That’s where the raw materials come from right? Poor islands mining their resources?  If the Marines stop trades coming from poor islands, people will have to find money somewhere, maybe from bounties.” You used your pawn to flick over his King, winning the game. “Everyone has their uses,” you finished, sitting back and folding your hands in your lap.

Crocodile looked at you in awe. You had single handedly solved a problem that had been plaguing not only Cross Guild, but everyone fighting against the World Government. Not only that, but done it while winning a chess game and ignoring Crocodile’s nasty attitude. Crocodile could have kissed you right then and there, he didn’t think he would find anyone as brilliant as you if he searched every Blue in the world. You’d earned more than Crocodile’s respect, you had his admiration, something only the Pirate King had held before. 

Bad mood dissipating, Crocodile quickly thought through the implications of your plan. He’d present it to Mihawk tomorrow, and they’d tell Buggy what would be happening. He couldn’t credit you directly, he needed to maintain his reputation, but he would reward you with as many gems and jewels as you wanted. He took his cigar in hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, deep in thought.

“That’s all it took to make you happy, huh?” you asked, amusement in your voice. You sat back in your chair, grinning at him.

Crocodile grunted. “And how do you know I’m happy, hm?” He was elated you’d solved his problem, but it bothered Crocodile to no end that he couldn’t hide some of his emotions from you. He was used to being unreadable, unpredictable, and aloof, not read through and through like a cheap novel.

“You’re twirling your cigar. You only do that when you’re really happy,” you stated, pointing to the cigar in his hand. Normally, Crocodile would be irritated at your observation, but he was in the mood for celebration.

“Of course I’m happy my dear, I have the smartest and most beautiful woman on the Grand Line sitting across from me, giving me the most exquisite ideas on how to run my criminal empire,” Crocodile said languidly. 

“I have one more idea,” you stated, “I think it’s just as good as the last one.”

“Oh?” Crocodile asked, interested already, “and what would that be?”

“I think we should fuck,” you stated, looking into Crocodile’s eyes.

Crocodile took a moment to blink slowly several times. He was glad for all his training, all of his work in keeping his emotions out of his face and body. He’d even trained himself to stop running his hand through his hair thanks to you. Otherwise, he thought, you would have found him completely off guard. Normally your crude language bothered him immensely, but now…your invitation to fuck was stirring a fire within him. Still, he didn’t want to let you know that you’d won, that you’d caught him unaware yet again. He wanted to let you twist in the wind a little, to have you feel a little uncertain and off-kilter, like he often was around you.

“And what makes you think this is a good idea?” Crocodile asked in a deep voice, resuming polishing his hook. He had nearly taken his cigar in hand, but was consciously preventing himself from telegraphing his happiness. 

“I dunno, you might be a good lay. Based on your height alone, you probably have a big cock. Maybe you’d let me ride you, but I’m not sure,” you mused. Crocodile raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other to hide his growing erection, continuing to put his attention into his hook.

“Go on,” Crocodile husked, “what else?” He enjoyed you stroking his ego, and if you were a good little maid, he would let you stroke him elsewhere. Not that you needed to know that yet.

“Well, I think you might be kinda selfish in bed. Not sure yet,” you said, raising a shoulder. “Like, if I have to get myself off, we’ll only get together once,” you said while raking Crocodile over with your eyes, “maybe twice.” Crocodile scowled and you quickly chided him. “Oh, don’t be mad. Think of it as a challenge to prove me wrong.” 

“And what if I’m not interested?” Crocodile was going to turn the screws a little before you interrupted him.

“You are,” you said definitively, “I know you’re interested.” You stood up and sashayed over to him, plopping yourself in his lap. Crocodile gently grabbed your face and squished your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger carefully, pointing your face towards his own. You were sitting in the lap of one of the most powerful men in the world, taunting him relentlessly, and still had the audacity to smile like the cat that ate the cream. Crocodile couldn’t have been more titillated.

“How?” Crocodile purred indulgently. “I didn’t run my hand through my hair. How do you know?” he said, letting go of your face so you could answer.

“You’re polishing your hook, means you’re intrigued. Like a cat flicking its tail,” you replied, “but I’ll give you time to pretend to think it over.” You pushed off of Crocodile’s lap, and he let you stand up. You leaned over him, kissed his cheek, and walked off towards the door. “Let me know, Croc,” you threw back over your shoulder with a wink.

You won again.

~

That same night, Crocodile laid in his double king bed, wide awake. He was exhausted, yet sleep evaded him hour after hour. He rubbed the end of his stump, finding the repetitive motion soothing on his aching arm. He removed his golden hook every night, setting it on the bedside table next to him. His custom made silk bedsheets were quite expensive to replace and easy to shred. Crocodile hadn’t been seen without it since it was fitted to his arm, even when he was having sexual escapades. It wasn’t that he needed his hook, his power came from his strength, his haki, his mind, and his Logia fruit. But he preferred the way he felt with it on, his loss to Whitebeard overshadowed by his ability to overcome defeat. He didn’t feel vulnerable without it, that would be impossible given his undeniable strength. He just strongly preferred to never be seen without it. Running his fingers over the scars on his stump, his mind whirled with thoughts.

Well, only one thought, really. He kept thinking about you saying that you wanted to fuck , over and over. He felt the weight of you sitting in his lap, brushing against his turgid erection. He saw your  hips swaying as you walked and the little wink you’d given him as you left. Crocodile had never felt as desperate as he did now. Even worse was the fact that you’d been right about everything you’d said, as always . He did have a huge cock, which he was proud of, and he was a selfish lover. It wasn’t a skill issue, but he rarely found reason to put in the effort to make his partners come. Women flung themselves at him left and right wherever he went, he never had to work to find comfort in the arms of another. Crocodile fucked for his own pleasure only, and his partners usually came. If they didn’t, well, they had hands, didn’t they? Crocodile didn’t bother to concern himself with the pleasure of others when he would never see them again. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d entertained the same person more than once.

Except… he couldn’t even imagine a scenario where he left you wanting. He kept imagining you spread out before him, moaning in pleasure as he thrust into you on the green silk sheets of his huge bed. Or, sitting back in his oversized chair, letting you do all the work bouncing on his cock, sucking on your tits as he played with your clit. Or, Crocodile spreading your legs and biting into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, teasing you as you grew slick before his eyes, his wandering kisses moving upwards, upwards, upwards, until he finally captured your clit with his mouth and made you scream his name. No, he would show you that he wasn’t selfish when it came to your satisfaction, he was going to make you cry with how much pleasure he’d give you.

All of these thoughts did not help Crocodile’s continuing erection, which was straining against the weight of the blanket above him. He considered the possibility of dealing with his twitching cock himself, but no, you put him into this situation and you’d get him out. Throwing the blankets and sheets off the bed, Crocodile quickly dressed and summoned Daz. 

“What’s up, Boss?” Daz asked while yawning. Late night summons weren’t as common as they had been in Alabasta, but Crocodile didn’t pay Daz to complain.

“Go get the maid, I’ll be in my office,” Crocodile ordered. He didn’t elaborate, he didn’t need to explain his actions to his second in command. Daz grunted and went to follow the directive, leaving Crocodile to wait for your arrival in his office, sitting in the same chair he played chess with you in. He had a small pang of remorse for waking you in the night, but you deserved it for tormenting him. Besides, he’d give you the day off tomorrow, you’d need it after a long night spent with him.

About twenty minutes later, you knocked and cracked opened the door to Crocodile’s office. Your hair looked rumpled from sleep but there was a mischievous look in your eyes. You were only wearing a loose gauzy shirt that hung down to your knees. It wasn’t the sexy kind of lingerie that Crocodile was used to seeing, but it made him want to lift it and find out what was underneath the billowing fabric. He was surprised you hadn’t covered your neck, but maybe you were forgetful from getting up late in the night.

“And how may I help you at this late hour, Sir Crocodile?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, like you already knew what he wanted.

“I’ve thought about your idea,” Crocodile replied, patting his lap and spreading his legs in anticipation of you perching on them. “As always, your keen insight is most appreciated. You are correct - we should fuck.” The crass words were not what Crocodile would usually use for seduction but it felt right considering your initial proposition. 

You smiled and sauntered over to his seated form, sitting down facing Crocodile. He was sure you could feel his large erection through his thin work slacks, but you'd have more opportunities to inspect it more closely soon. 

“About fuckin’ time,” you breathed, looking into his face, your small hands on his shoulders.

“About fuckin’ time,” Crocodile agreed. With that, he leaned in and captured your lips with his own. He took control of the kiss quickly, and to his delight, you let him. You were a tad clumsy in your kissing, but nothing that couldn’t be helped with a few lessons. Holding the back of your head with his hand, he angled your mouth so he could better slip his tongue inside. He was greedy and impatient, wanting all of you at once, kissing you, nipping your lips, caressing your tongue with his own. He held you in place as he showed you what he wanted, how to please him with your kiss, and you were a quick study. He kissed you until you broke away, chest heaving. Letting go of your head, he rucked up your shirt that was bunched up under you and put his hand on the meat of your ass. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything under your makeshift nightgown. 

“Little vixen,” Crocodile growled, lightly slapping your ass, “you came here naked? What if I wanted you to clean something, hm?” You laughed and shrugged.

“Guess you would have gotten a show either way,” you said, pushing your hands through Crocodile’s dark locks, leaving them entwined behind his neck. Pressing down against Crocodile’s lap, you let out a little moan as his cock gave you friction where you wanted it most. Crocodile was kneading your ass with his hand while planting kisses along your jaw, up to your ear. He wasn’t sure if you would like being kissed over your scar, he would need to ask. He often forgot about his own distinctive facial scar but he knew others had mixed emotions about their own. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, breaking away while rolling your hips against his own. 

“Do what?” Crocodile murmured, biting your earlobe gently between his teeth. Crocodile didn’t like to be told what to do, especially in bed, but he also didn’t want to do anything that would upset you.

“Kiss me ‘n stuff like that, I know guys don’t care,” you blurted. Crocodile pulled back, using the flat of his hook and his hand to still your movements against his cock. Crocodile searched your face closely, a blush rising on your cheeks as he scoured your face.

“ Guys may not care, but I certainly do. Have you forgotten your challenge, little maid?” Crocodile husked into your ear. You tried moving again, but his grip on your hip was unrelenting. “Ah, ah. It’s my turn to play,” Crocodile said, nipping your collarbone, “and I intend to take my time.” Your face went even more crimson at his words, and you weren’t meeting his gaze anymore. Normally, you were brazen in your wants and desires, but suddenly were feeling a little flustered.

“May I touch your scar?” Crocodile purred, running a finger on the side of your neck, avoiding the line of your scar. You nodded, turning your head to bare your neck even further. Crocodile used his hand to cup your cheek, holding the weight of your head in his large hand.

“May I kiss it as well?” he asked, his breath tickling your neck. Your breathing went ragged as he ghosted his lips over your neck, waiting for your reply. You nodded, but Crocodile wasn’t accepting that this time. “With your words.”

“Y-yes. Please kiss me there,” you stammered, still blushing. It seemed you could be taught manners after all, you just needed the proper incentive.

Crocodile kissed you slowly, nipping and licking across your neck. He wasn’t sure how much sensation you retained there, but he found the mark of your resilience unbearably attractive. Since he was cupping your face, your hips had again begun their dance, grinding against his own. He continued kissing, but began raising your shirt further, running his hand up your back. He felt more scars, but you were here and alive in his lap, so everything must have been in the past. Holding the hem of your shirt, he began lifting it off slowly, inch by inch.

Once he got it up to your waist, you paused him with a hand on his forearm. “It’s not pretty, I’m warning you in advance,” you said, wresting your neck away to look at him for a moment.

“You’re lovely,” Crocodile replied lightly. Many prior partners had some form of body insecurity, he was familiar with the notion. 

“No, it’s not - well, if you don’t want to continue after you see, I won’t blame you,” you said, shrugging quickly. You were trying to play it off nonchaltantly, but Crocodile noticed your tightening jaw and your shoulders stiffen. Curious now, Crocodile took your shirt completely off, aided by you raising your arms in the air. 

Dropping the shirt to the floor, Crocodile studied your nude form before him as you hunched your shoulders forward. Both of you were right, as it turned out. You were absolutely stunning - beautiful skin, luscious tits, and feminine curves all begging for Crocodile to taste. However, covering your perfect form were scars too numerous to count. The crooks of your arms were littered in old puncture wounds and your chest, arms, upper legs, and back had long, thin, parallel scars with uneven suture marks covering them. Whatever injury that had caused the scars was deliberate and frequent, but Crocodile couldn’t understand the poor quality of the medical repair. He studied you in silence, running his fingers over the lines marring your skin.

Breaking Crocodile’s inspection, you leaned over the side of the chair, grasping your shirt with your fingertips. “It’s alright, I get it, I really do,” you said softly. Your tone was understanding but you were flushed and avoiding eye contact. “It’s a lot, I know, and -”

“Hush,” Crocodile chided you softly, running his fingertips along your back, causing you to arch with the sensation. 

“I’ll just put my shirt back on, it’ll be easier for both -”

While you spoke, Crocodile unlatched his hook, letting it fall to the carpeted ground beside the chair with a loud thud. 

[sil3ntfr34k]

Postal dude 2 boyfriend headcanons

• Mans is RANCID but you still love him <33

• Even with how sassy and sarcastic as he is, he still has a soft spot for you. Isn't very good as showing it, but he does little things here and there to show his love for you

• Y'all probably met during one of his errands his wife made him run, bumping into each other in line while he was getting milk. He was very surprised that someone is actually talking to him and not cussing him out. Y'all chatted it up before you had to pay for your items and leave, leaving him alone once again

• He would be lying if he said he didn't follow you home like some creep to find out where you live so he could 'check-in' on you periodically

• After a handful of conversations and hang outs, he can't seem to stop thinking about you. Even while still married to his current wife, he'd still fantasize about being married to you instead

• He eventually does divorce his bitch wife so he can have a life with you. This doesn't bother the bitch anyway since she was already cheating on him with Mike J,,,

• Once you two start dating you get to see a softer, more gentle side of Dude. Where he was once a crass and inconsiderate, he has become more understanding and loving. He's surprisingly clingy!

• Before you moved in with Dude (or he moves in with you, whatever you like best) he would always hang out at your place anyway. Hell, he'd even bring over Champ just so he could have both his favorite things with him at the same time.

• (Champ is literally his son he gave birth to, no one can tell him otherwise. Sure Dude can be a little mean to Champ, but what parent doesn't get annoyed of their kids now and then??)

• If Dude moved in with you, then Champ gets upgraded to a house dog and no longer has to rough it outside since his bitch ex-wife didn't like pets. Also Dude still has his trailer and all, but it's more of a 'back-up house' or storage.

• No matter if he moved in with you or you moved in with him. he lets you decorate however you'd like. he's pretty adaptable to most environments since he moved around to a lot of different places growing up. Of course he's still messy and smells, but he tries JUST A LIL harder for you

• "Sorry babe, but my crack comes first."

• Please be understanding of this. He's been through a lot and it helps with a lot of his problems. From his chronic pains throughout his body to his schizophrenic episodes, being unsober helps him relax

• Dude is really nervous about telling you about his schizophrenia. His ex-wife always made his episodes worse by yelling at him that he's crazy or something, so he dreads having to tell you. What if you don't understand? What if you get weirded-out and leave him?? What if you start to see him as a burden?? Oh god what is he supposed to do if you want him to leave?????

• Underneath his cocky and confident facade, he's actually incredibly insecure and scared. Even just the tiniest bit of rejection or negative action from you is like this roman empire. He had stopped caring about what his ex-wife thought of him long before the divorce so nothing she did or said really affected him. But you. Your too special to him. He hangs off your every word

• Dates with him are very,,, intimate? Not in the way you might think of, more of in a 'It's just us' way. He's not exactly a people person so he doesn't want to even see other people while on a date with you

• He probably lands on something like a dinner and a show at home or playing some video games while eating all the junk food in the world together. To be fair, there's not exactly a 'nice' area in Paradise, so most couples just stay inside for things like this anyway.

• No matter what y'all end up doing, you better believe you have his undivided attention. All you got do is say the magic word ("now") and he will give it to you on a silver platter

• Even with how good of a boyfriend he seems to be, Dude is NOT Mr. Perfect. Dude has his bad habits and red-flags too.

• During heated arguments Dude can and will throw something at you, might even threaten to kill you tbh. Watch ur step bc that gun is always loaded with the safety off. Doesn't help he's trigger happy too,,,

• Dude also needs his alone time. Yesyesyes he loves you dearly, but the man still needs his space. Isn't afraid to say something like "Hey I gotta go do something, be back babe" and proceed to just lay in bed for 3 hours (Postal Dude bedrotting)

• It's very hard to get Postal Dude to open up about ANYTHING. Like, after being together for 5 years AND being engaged, your barely learning about his strange and very illegal family tree. Come to think of it, you never even knew he had parents. Yea you know he has to have a mom and dad, but you don't know if they're any good or still in his life.

• During a manic/depressive/crack-endued/schizophrenic episode, he makes it very hard for you to be there for him. He doesn't mean to do this, but it's not like can help it. To you, he's just acting-out, but to him, everyone is trying to hurt him and he's not safe anywhere. Suddenly it's like he's a totally different person, constantly running away from you and hiding. Honestly it might be best for you to just wait it out, maybe offer him some comforting words but still stay away.

• Overall, Postal Dude is a bumbling idiot who just wants to feel accepted by someone

[cutiecusp]

Vegas Part 2

So, this is part two to a set about our fave captain and a night in Vegas. 🎲♣️🎇

TW:/ Smut, coupling, talk of kink, brothers best friend trope. MDNI!

Sealed with a kiss.

His hands come up to cup your face, gentle holding you still as his lips explored you. The silver band cold on your flushed cheeks.

Urging you open, he devoured you whole, nibbling your lips, pressing his tongue against yours, a guttural moan trapped in his throat as he presses his body tight against yours.

"Mine." You hear him say, your back pressed against the bathroom cabinet.

"Such a pretty sight, dove, all for me." he continues. His hands leaving your face, and settling on your hips before turning you around, making you face the mirror.

"Look at you, so beautiful." He rumbles, his voice thick with desire.

You look at yourself, and you see all the memories of last night, the bite marks, the bruised flesh, and you look past it, and see more.

Your eyes are sparkling, your cheeks are flushed. You look happy.

"John, you know you'll have to let me out of this bathroom at some point." you admonish gently.

He huffs, and pulls away.

"I suppose i had better get some food in you." He relents.

💚

Holding his hand, you make your way out onto the restaurant terrace. You spend the next hour getting to really know each other, laughing at each others jokes and work escapades.

"You know, Johnny was right about you, love." John admits.

"You are something special."

You blush and finish your breakfast. His hand finds yours again, and you realise you havent felt this way about anyone, ever.

You return his easy smile, and pull him to his feet.

"I suppose i should check in on the girls, its supposed to be a girls trip after all." You say.

"Yeah, we need to facetime your brother at some point." He adds.

Pulling out your phone, you see a number of notifications from Johnny, and the girls on the trip, and you find the group chat swarmed with pictures of your wedding.

"I guess i must have dragged you down the aisle." You tease, showing him the pictures.

"I think we just got ahead of ourselves. i already knew i liked you before i met you." John admits, a little sheepish.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you saying you stalked me, Johnathan?" You mock tease, clutching your invisible pearls.

"Less of the attitude, dearest or ill be forced to put you over my knee." He returns.

You blush heavily, unable to meet his gaze.

"Oh," He says softly. "You like that?"

At your nod, he pulls you out of the chair, and over his shoulder, you let out a giggle as he leaves the terrace and gets you into the lift to your room.

Caging you in, his broad arms either side of you, he leans in.

"Anything else i need to know, dove?" He asks, his voice low and deep.

You bite your lip in anticipation, your eyes travelling up his body.

"I like it when you take charge." You admit softly.

He hits the button, forcing the lift to stop between two levels.

"That so?" He asks, his fingers tracing up your side, tracing the swell of your breasts.

He lowers his head, and pushes your chest up to his mouth, encompassing your nipples through the fabric, before sucking hard, pulling a moan from you.

"Here's what we are going to do, wife." His voice like honey. He presses his body against yours, his leg between yours, creating friction where you want it most.

"I want you to take what you need, rub that beautiful body against mine. Get yourself close."

You nod, your body already obeying his command, heat flickers in your lower belly as your eyes roll with pleasure.

John kisses down your neck, taking care to kiss the bruises from the night before.

You maintain a rhythm, circling your hips against his thigh, the pressure of the fabric stimulating you further.

"J-John." you gasp. "Its a lot.."

"I know dove, but it feels good, doesn't it?" He replies easily.

You nod, as you feel yourself stumble through your feelings, he pulls away. His body taut with control, his breathing heavy.

"Not yet, the next time you come i want it to be on my face." He smiles, pressing the button to resume the lift.

💚

His eyes bore into yours as he pulls you into his side, anticipation flushing over you as you get closer to your room. After what feels like ages, you two get out and make your way down to your room.

Lifting you bridal style, he steps over the doorway with you, cradling you in his arms.

Placing you down on the bed, he pulls his top off, and you can't help but admire the body underneath. Strong muscular arms, a broad chest and a killer smile that would disarm anyone.

He leans over you, places kisses on your lips, cheek and neck before removing your clothes, leaving your top half bare to him.

"Absolutely beautiful." He says quietly, worshipping your skin under his touch as he makes his way down your body, before peeling your jeans and soaked underwear off.

"Fuck, love. Already so wet for me." He exclaims softly, taking you all in. His breath cool against you hot skin as he lowers his mouth to you, keeping eye contact as he licks a stripe between your folds.

Your hands tangle in his hair, almost greedy as you rock your hips against his mouth.

"John.." You breathe, white hot flashes appear behind your eyes as your legs shake. Holding onto his hair, you let out a whimper, the pleasure almost too much.

"Please, John.. please." You beg, searching for relief.

You feel him part your folds with his fingers, before entering you, slowly pumping his fingers inside of you, repeatedly hitting the most sensitive parts of you.

The pleasure is eventually too much, and you find yourself close. Afraid he will pull away again, you pull his face closer by his hair, certain that if he was to suffocate, he would go a happy man.

You reach your peak, sobbing his name over and over as you come, letting go of his hair, you pull him up for a kiss.

Tasting yourself on him makes your stomach flutter with need.

"John, please.. I need you." You say against his lips.

He nods, before ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, and kneels over you.b

"How, sweetheart?" He asks. You roll over onto your front, presenting yourself to him.

He caresses your spine, and slaps your behind, making you squeal a little.

"Ready for me, dove?" He asks before pressing himself into you, stretching every last inch, to the point where you feel like you could burst.

"Yes, John.. fuck.." You exhale, feeling full.

You feel his hand slip over your shoulder, and gently adds pressure to your neck, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

"Such a pretty necklace, wife." He teases as he snaps his hips to yours.

"Don't look away, and I'll let you come again." He adds, his face flushed with arousal.

You nod, unable to look away. His eyes stared into your soul and found heaven.

His pace became more erratic, as he arched your back slightly.

"Play with yourself, love. Show me how you make yourself come. But you wait for me. Understand?" He says gruffly.

Your fingers trace circles over your clit, your cheeks pink, your eyes sparkling, and your body so responsive to John's.

A moan is torn out of your throat as he fucks you deeper. Pleasure tearing through your skin, making it feel like it's on fire.

"I'm close, dove. You ready?" He asks.

"Y-yes John." You gasp, feeling yourself tighten around him.

"Come on, pretty girl. Come for me. Come for your husband." John urges, as his hips collide with yours, and you feel him come inside you.

Stars flitter behind your eyes as you find your release, blood rushing to your head as you gasp for air.

He pulls out, and rolls onto his side, pulling you in for a cuddle. Pressing a kiss to your temple, you wait a few minutes before speaking.

"6 days of this?" You laugh

John looks at you at laughs, gruffly.

"Well. What happens in Vegas doesn't have to stay in Vegas.." he twiddles your ring on your finger.

"Happy to call it forever. Dove."

You lean over, and brush your lips over his.

"Seal it with a kiss." You tease.

💚

A/N I wrote this in a hour, so forgive the proofreading! @xoxunhinged has been my biggest inspiration so this is all thanks to her. Wasn't sure how I'd end it. But I hope you like it!

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