#hes just into mushrooms for the shits n giggles

[fantrollology]

is mushroom pizza weird to eat, gus? that's like, your little buddies, right?

"pfft what? no. maybe you got me confused with Mushy, or his freak kid."

"could take or leave the things. kind of a mid-level pizza topping anyways."

He wags a finger.

"sausage. sausage is good."

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[temiizpalace]

☆┆TEND TO MY WOUNDS !

SUMMARY: red alert! he’s injured! it’s alright, for the prefect of ramshackle is here to save the day.

CHARACTERS: leona, jade, jamil, rook, idia

(i spun a wheel to try and write other characters.. jamil and leona just love me teehee)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: the boys get injured, but nothing is life threatening. — cursing — MENTIONS OF BLEEDING (not fatal)

ROMANTIC, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

🦁┆LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“shit! ow—“

leona groans, feeling the stinging pain of alcohol rubbed onto his forehead. spelldrive didn’t go as it usually did.

everything was normal. practice was going well, and everybody was doing the proper training regiments. it was all fun watching leona and everybody practice by a nearby tree. except leona wasn’t practicing this afternoon.

today, he felt like napping right beside you. he laid his head in your lap, sound asleep. this all goes south when some freshmen decide to mess around, sending the disc flying in your direction.

typically leona would’ve been able to divert it with magic, but feeling a little hazy from barely awakening, it hit him straight on the forehead.

now here you both are, present in the infirmary, leona sitting on the cot, and you being his own personal doctor. “i can’t believe the great leona kingscholar got hit by a spelldrive disc. it is truly an honor to witness it first hand.” you joke, causing him to roll his eyes.

“tch.. whatever— FUCK.” it’s funny to see leona in such a state. one where his tough guy act isn’t all the way up. you thought he’d brush off the pain like a man, but surprise! we learn something new everyday.

“haha.. wait here. i need to find bandages.” you walk over to the cabinet, only to find all the boxes of bandages empty. except for one. a bandaid box. you snicker at the sight of them and take a couple out of the box. leona raises a brow as he heard your giggling in the back til you made your way back towards him.

you stood in front of him and placed the bandaids on his forehead. he liked the close proximity. he likes being by your side. you caring for him like this is actually one of his deepest desires. he won’t ever say it aloud of course, but he hopes you take the hints.

“you are now officially cured.” you grin, finally applying the last bandaid. he stood up, looking you in the eyes. he wanted to thank you. wanted to thank you for helping him. wanted to thank you for caring enough about him to do this. to help him.

but leona being leona cannot say thank you. “..I don’t wanna owe you any favors so,” he pulls out his wallet from his pocket and throws it to you. you catch it, nearly dropping all the thaumarks inside on the floor. “go buy somethin’ while you’re at it.”

he ruffles your hair, walking out of the infirmary. you flip through the wallet, it barely closing due to the amount of cards and thaumarks inside. rich boy privileges go crazy. ruggie wasn’t kidding when he said leona was stinkin rich. all you could do was stand there, shocked.

leona walks back out to the field, hearing the team laugh as he approaches. he looks at them with a puzzled look, the laughing becoming unbearable. “oi, what’s so funny? mind tellin’?”

“cute bandaids ya got there, boss. shishishishi..” ruggie chuckles, looking at leona’s super cute and silly unicorn bandaids on his forehead. at first, he’s confused. then he rips a bandaid off and looks at the patterns.

start running <3

🐬┆JADE LEECH

“jade, stop moving!”

you sigh, trying to place a bandaid on jade’s cut. you wanted to help him cook today since mostro lounge has been extremely busy lately. azul had been working him to the bone, so he used his time off as a way to spend time with you.

only to end up back in the kitchen, but whatever. since you’re there, it’s all good. while chopping a mysterious vegetable, (it’s a mushroom..) he accidentally cut his finger. he wasn’t paying attention to where he was cutting. cause he was looking at you.

normally somebody would wince in pain, but jade is jade. so. “oh my, this is unexpected.” he says, as his blood gets on his gloves and contaminates the mushrooms. “oh my what— OH MY GOSH, JADE.” you yell, as he’s abnormally calm about the fact blood was all over the mushrooms.

so now he’s sitting at one of the barstools in mostro lounge as you try to patch up his finger. anytime the bandaid gets remotely close to the cut, he squirms and jerks his hand away. you can’t tell if he’s messing with you or if he’s just sensitive to touch because he still has his dumb polite smile.

“jade. stop. moving.” you grunt, trying to grab his wrist to hold his hand still. “fufu..” his stupid chuckle is usually very nice but it’s just growing irritating.

for some reason he still has the impulse to tease you. even when injured. all you want to do is care for him, so why is he making this so difficult?! is he waiting for something?

oh. that’s an idea.

“jade, may i see your hand?” you ask, putting the bandaid on the counter. he raises a brow, but complies nonetheless. “of course. do be gentle though, im wounded.” well no shit.

you held his hand gently, raising a finger up to your lips. you place a gentle kiss on his finger. not on the wound exactly, but near it. his eyes slightly widened and his cheeks tinted slightly red. he loses his composure for just a moment, giving you time to apply the bandaid onto his cut.

you smile in victory, standing up from your seat. “there, all better!” you winked at him before making your way back to the kitchen. he sat there, dumbfounded. how curious.. if that’s a way to get free kisses..

“oh dear, it appears i had just cut my lower lip. what a shame. it appears i am in need of some assistance.” this wasn’t even five minutes later.

🐍┆JAMIL VIPER

“you scream like a girl.”

you laugh as jamil looks away from you. he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes. a little earlier, the both of you were sitting in the lounge of ramshackle as comfortable silence filled the air.

he was flipping through pages of a book while you leaned onto his shoulder, playing a game of some sort on your phone.

“..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

that silence was interrupted as you heard a high pitched scream next to you, turning your head to see jamil absolutely mortified and panicked.

“JAMIL?! WHAT IS—“ then you spotted it. the wretched cockroach crawling on the table. he shut his book and threw it at the table, missing. now he’s grabbing all nearby objects to kill the insect.

“JAMIL PLEASE CALM DOWN, PLEASE! FUCK, JAMIL—” he ended up using his magic, but used a lil too much. as you held him back, his leg bumped against the table, causing him to scurry back to the couch.

confirming that the roach had cleared the premises, you sat next to him and checked the bump on his leg. his breaths were heavy and a sweat was across his brow. you would’ve thought he looked insanely attractive if it weren’t for the incident just before.

now he’s embarrassed, his hood is pulled over, and he’s pouting as he looks away from you. “i think you got a small cut, but it should be fine. i’ll go get some bandaids!” you hum, getting up from the cushions to find the box of bandages.

he completely humiliated himself in front of you. he was weak in front of you. and he hates that. “im back and here to repair your boo-boo.” you came back with the box, sitting back down and opening it. you remove a bandaid and slowly apply it til you hear him mutter something.

“sorry.”

“hm? sorry, couldn’t hear ya. mind speaking up for me?” you heard him perfectly fine. he irks before speaking up, his tone hinted with annoyance. “sorry.”

“all is forgiven, my love.” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. he sighs, reciprocating the hug and leaning onto you. “please forget you saw that..” he mumbles, his face practically burning.

you chuckle, playing with loose strands of his hair as the both of you now lied on the couch. “no promises..” he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, but placed a quick kiss on your cheek. he shuts his eyes, needing to recharge.

“mhm. love you too, jamil.” you whisper, allowing him to rest on your chest. he fell asleep in no time flat. let him rest. or even better yet, join him!

🏹┆ROOK HUNT

“how’d you fall?”

you ask, seeing as rook lied on the ground. i don’t know how to explain his pose, he’s just a theatre kid.

“never mind the details, ma chère. all that matters is that you had rushed to my rescue!” he smiles as you stood there. the most deadpan expression on your face. “i’ll just go get you bandages and not question it.” “merci!”

you rush to the infirmary, grabbing the bandages and rushing out. if nobody knew better, they’d all have assumed that rook was dead. he hasn’t moved an inch.

“where’d you injure yourself?” you ask, crouching down and inspecting his arms. “non, non. you must guess!” he laughs, sitting up right away. you groan as he initiated such an idea. “rook. im not going to guess—“

“if that is the case, ill be stuck in everlasting pain! it’d be unbearable.” he sighs dramatically, causing you to furrow your brow. “fine. did you injure your leg?” you grumble, checking each limb.

he shook his head, smiling like an absolute idiot. “here, allow me to give you a hint.” he grabs your hand guiding it to the place of the wound. of course he can’t do it without teasing you a little.

he places your hand on his shoulder, his hand, his neck, til eventually he stopped on his cheek. “my injury can be found around here.”

you look at his cheek, but there is no cut, scratch, or bruise to be seen. you raise a brow at him, but he has no shift in reaction. “rook, are you lying to me?” rook shook his head, looking you in the eyes. “I wouldn’t lie to you, mon amour. perhaps you need a closer look.”

before he could even explain what that meant, he pulled you towards him. causing you to fall onto him. “can you see it now?” he asks, staring at you lovingly.

you sigh, pulling a bandage out and placing it onto his lips. his eyes widened, but he wasn’t mad. not in the slightest! he wrapped his arms around you. taking this opportunity for a cuddle session.

despite your “annoyance,” you smiled and laughed slightly. “you’re impossible, rook.”

he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, humming happily as you spoke. his fingers intertwined with yours as the sun hit both of your figures. creating a scene resembling one of a fairytale.

💀┆IDIA SHROUD

“you can’t lock yourself into your room because of this.”

you slightly chuckle as you patch up idia’s knee. moments before, his PE class had to do the sprints. looks like he went to class on the wrong day.

while he was running, he tripped on a conveniently placed rock and fell on his knee. ortho quickly went to find you and bring you to idia so that you can comfort him.

he had tears coming from his eyes, which caused ortho to panic. you both carried him to the infirmary since he had an inability to walk. you situated him onto the cot and grabbed some bandages from the cabinets. “don’t worry niisan! the prefect will take good care of you!”

ortho chimed, trying his best to comfort his brother. idia felt his stress lessen, but that doesn’t change the immense pain he was in. “thank you, ortho. but i don’t im ever gonna to go outside again.”

he mumbles, causing ortho to pout. you come back with the bandages, smiling as you sat to the side of the cot. “im gonna have to go explain to coach vargas why you’re not here! hang tight, niisan!”

you waved to ortho, leaving just you and idia in the infirmary. “idia, you’re not going to die because of this.” you smile, placing the bandage onto his knee. idia groans, picking at his fingers. “i looked so cringe just now. definitely not my moment.”

“you didn’t look cringe, idia. you got hurt.” you grabbed his hand and held it in yours. he smiles slightly as you tried to reassure him. it was endearing to him. “thanks.. but i want to lock myself in my room for like ever after this..” he quickly mutters, hoping you wouldn’t hear that. surprise! you heard him.

“no idia, you can’t lock yourself in your room forever after this.” you sigh, realizing this was the man you fell in love with. “what? you can come too. you’d be free from all the normies surrounding you.” he stated bluntly.

“..no.” you hesitantly said, squeezing his hand slightly. you both sat in the infirmary for a few more moments before you sat up and let go of his hand. “can you stand?”

“no.” he quickly replies, not even bothering to try. you stare at him before exhaling deeply. “i’ll bring your switch then. wait here.” he smiled as he watched you exit the room. he appreciated how understanding you were. how you knew what he wanted before he even had to ask. ..well, most of the time anyway.

when you came back, you sat next to him on the cot. you both played smash bros together, playing until the console runs out of batteries. lucky for him, his console lasts for almost an entire week before it runs out of power.

let me just say, he beat your ass in smash bros.

A/N: this sat in my drafts for a very long time. i had to brainstorm A LOT to see how idia could get injured.

date published: 1/27/24

© temiizpalce — don’t steal or copy my work!

[merakidoll]

submissive men - (ice)

he hated giving away his control. he hated how his body loved when you would tie, and blindfold him, making him have to trust you - which he did, but a little more than before. even with this hatred of being submissive, he whined and moaned with each gag you made on his cock. the cool ice swishing around him, while your throat fucked it’s length so deep that a small print showed

“t-too much b-babyy” he stumbled over his words leaning back against the chair that held him captive needing something to get him out of this - out of this hasty submissive state that his body loved. he held himself back not wanting to give you the satisfaction of his cum, you were his good girl- this was supposed to be you!

“n-no” he cried out no longer being able to hold it in when one hand massaged his balls and the other pinched the hard, sensitive nipples. “fuckinghateyouu - SHIT!” screaming, he began to see stars behind the silk eye cover, his body shaking, toes curling, limp dick going back hard just from a subtle kiss you placed on the mushroom tip once you swallowed the sweet cum.

tauntingly giggling at him you kissed his chest, and neck, the soft plump lips, all the way to his ear where you let words that made him instantly cum on command. “what’s next good boy? how about wax?”

eren, onyankopon, reiner, toji, nanami, aran

[sssilverstoned]

couples quiz ꩜ ln4

type: transcription from a youtube video

The GQ couples quiz goes precisely how you both, and your PR teams, expect it to

lily said: i just love world building (even if im not the best at it) so i can't ever leave a concept or pairing alone, so it goes!

part 1 part 2 part 3 2.5ish interlude

Y/N: Why do I feel like I left the oven on in the kitchen?

Lando: Well, because you did. I turned it off on our way out, don't worry about it.

y/n turns to the camera with a bright smile, and lando smiles at the sight of her own.

Y/N: My hero, everyone!

Y/N: And um, I guess we're getting started now? So hi, I'm Y/N L/N, a model and creative director currently based out of Europe.

Lando: And I'm Lando Norris, a driver for McLaren Racing's Formula 1 Team, and this is the GQ couples quiz. And if I may add, I absolutely think I'm going to win.

Y/N: I'm not even dignifying that with banter.

lando turns to the camera, an eyebrow raised.

Lando: Fun fact: Y/N's quite genuinely the most competitive person I've met in my entire life.

y/n's jaw drops with a scoff.

Y/N: No shot! You race for a living, for crying out loud.

Lando: Trust me, Love, you take the cake.

y/n rolls her eyes with no charge, a smile still on both of their faces and small looks exchanged between the two of them,

Y/N: Alright, you first. What's my favorite color?

Lando: (your favorite color), easy. it's the color of your phone case right now too.

Y/N: Yup. What's my favorite place I've traveled?

Lando: You loved Venice, no?

y/n winces, weighing her hands back and forth.

Y/N: I did, but that's not my favorite. In my whole life, I'd say,

Both: Jamaica!

they laugh at their unison.

Lando: And I knew that, I knew that! Because of your grandparents.

y/n nods fondly, giggling at how lando beats himself up about getting one wrong.

Y/N: Alright, what am I most scared of?

Lando: You're petrified of spiders.

y/n gags, and shudders.

Y/N: Don't even get me started.

lando turns to the camera with a faux look of exhaustion.

Lando: This girl refused to go into our bedroom for 3 hours once when I was out because there was a spider on the vanity.

Y/N: Whatever. Where did I go to school?

Lando: Switzerland and New York, very posh.

Y/N: You're calling me posh?

Lando: Can't the pot and the kettle both be black?

a producer bursts out in laughter in the background, making the couple do the same. there's a fondness in both their eyes as they double over in laughter.

Y/N: Okay, okay, almost done. What food do I love and hate?

Lando: You hate mushrooms, and for some reason, you really don't like salmon. As for what you do like, you get stir-fry and noodles a lot, but only from specific places. And you love tomato soup, that's the number one.

Y/N: Right again, nice baby! You make a good one now, by the way.

he winks at her.

Y/N: Who is my celebrity crush?

lando scoffs.

Lando: Dylan O'Brien.

Y/N: Forever and ever. My birthday?

Lando: March 10th, a spicy pisces, as you say.

Y/N: Hey, Olivia Rodrigo herself called me that.

Lando: And what about Scorpios?

Y/N: Nope, not your turn yet, I've got one last question.

lando takes a dramatic breath.

Lando: Alright, hit me with it.

Y/N: Where did we go on our first date?

a big smile grows on lando's face.

Lando: We went to a music show one of our friends recommended, and we both thought it was awful but didn't say anything because we didn't want to leave and have the date be over, so we listened to the most shit jazz music for an hour and a half just to be around each other.

Y/N: Best result from the worst music I've ever heard.

Lando: Ditto. Now, hand me the cards, yeah? I'm about to stump you so good.

the camera transitions to y/n now in the hotseat answering questions, lando teasingly taking his job very seriously with the question cards.

Lando: Alright. Where am I from?

Y/N: Bristol, thought you said you'd stump me?

Lando: This is literally question 1?

lando turns to the producers.

Lando: You see what I mean? Ferocious.

Lando: Moving on, what is our favorite show to watch together?

Y/N: We're rewatching Prison Break, so I'd say that?

Lando: I'll give you that one. Ugh, what was I wearing when we first met? Fucks sake, can we skip this one?

y/n sputters over him.

Y/N: Absolutely not, we're not skipping over this!

Lando: Oh come on, Love-

Y/N: I swear to you, the very first time I met Lando, he came to my 18th birthday party in a full on basketball kit!

Lando: I was told it was "Space Jam" themed!

Y/N: As in dress like you're in space, you fool! Not the Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny movie!

Lando: Needless to say, I was mortified. Seems like she still thought I was cute though, no?

another wink is sent to the camera.

Lando: What's your biggest pet peeve about me?

Y/N: You spoil everything. I can't ever watch a show or a movie without you walking in and going, "Oh, this is the episode before he dies." Like? Who does that?

Lando: Yeah, ah, guilty. Working on it. Eh, not really. What's my nickname for you?

Y/N: Cradle robber.

another producer reacts to this. a sputtering shock of laugh. "you call her WHAT?"

Y/N: We're the same age, mind you.

Lando: Wrong, you've been alive 8 months longer than me on this planet! 3/4 of a year, mind you. But I've got real nicknames for you.

Y/N: Yeah, you do. You call me Love, more than you say my name, so it always feels odd when you do say it.

lando doesn't respond with his voice, but the fond look in his eyes and nod at her answer.

Lando: What irritates me the most?

Y/N: About me? Or, like, in life?

Lando: Life, nothing irritates me about you.

Y/N: Oh, please. But, in life, you're pretty irritable when it comes to selfish people. You've always been like that, though, very compassionate and not a fan of people who aren't.

Lando: Very true, never thought of it like that, I guess. Just don't be an asshole, you know?

Y/N: See? Irritated.

Lando: Anyway. We're on our last question, so I guess you've won because it's not a point question.

Y/N: I won't rub this one in your face, just because you've been a great interviewer.

he gives her a gracious nod, and y/n rolls her eyes.

Lando: You'll never ever know how grateful I am. Final Question, what's something that you weren't expecting about me that you love about me?

Y/N: Oh goodness, are you wanting me to cry? Well, I think something that was initially a hard adjustment was the intensity of your racing schedule, and doing long distance sometimes. We don't really see each other sometimes, but when we do, you always sleep in. And at first it was really annoying to me, because we only have like, 3 days together, wake up! Let's do something! But once you told me that you let yourself sleep in on those days because it's a time to just, be, and we can do it together. So I guess my answer is, I wasn't expecting to love how much you love little moments. You've taught me to be grateful for things we take for granted, and I don't know, I think it's helped me through a lot.

lando stays still for a bit, an adoring look on his face as his eyes swell with what we think were happy tears. we're hoping so, at least.

Lando: I can't wait to marry you one day.

[luvyeni]

MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 20 )

— CHAPTER TWENTY: movie date pt.2 🎥🤍…

— 𖦹 warnings? 18+ CONTENT MDNI!!, making out, oral ( m. receiving ), language

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“I’ll be back in a minute.” He nodded, watching you take the bowls that your fruit was in, walking out of the room. He looked around the room, your dog resting on end — the tv playing your favorite movie.

It had been a good date — and it was going perfectly into the evening, he felt like he could just be himself around you, he didn’t feel the need to be shy or timid around you, but when he did, you didn’t tease him about it, you let him just be him.

His phone rang, knocking him out of his day dream, he looked at the call log, rolling his eyes answering it. “What do you want jisung?” He said.

“Yah, is that anyway to talk to your hyung like that.” The boy was about to curse his elder out when you entered the room. “Who you talking to?” you asked, picking up the dog, putting her on her bed. “Night sweet girl.” You turned back to him waiting for his answer.

“Oh, no one.” He said, jisung scoffed. “No one? I’ve known you since you had braces, don’t treat me like this.” Jeongin face turned red, cause even though he wasn’t on speaker, you could still hear due to the boys loud mouth. “You had braces?” you smiled. “You just keep getting cute.”

“Oh she heard me i’m sorry.” Jeongin scoffed. “No you aren’t, I hear you giggling, i’m hanging up.” He said. “Have fun! Use protection!” His eyes widened in horror — he seriously was just betrayed by his own friend.

“Use protection?” You smirked, “Were you expecting something tonight?” You teased, he stuttered trying to speak. “N-no I swear I wasn’t.” You laughed, he was going through the motions, you probably thought he was creep. “Innie, calm down.” The nickname made him stop in his tracks — he’d been called that numerous times, but it felt different being called that by you.

“I’m sorry.” He said, but before he could say anything, you climbed into his lap, straddling him. “stop apologizing.” You said, running your hands through his black locks, he closed his eyes to contain himself, but you were literally straddled him — not to mention your low cut tank top showed off your cleavage and he was fighting his own demons trying not to look.

“Look at me.” You pouted. “Please.” He made eye contact with you, his eyes traveling to your lips. He couldn’t hold back anymore — grabbing the side of your face, pulling you into a kiss, your lip’s colliding together. He groaned into the kiss, you smiled into the kiss as he took the lead.

Slow kissing — turned into a full blow make out, then to heavy petting — his hands resting on your lower waist, rubbing your sides, you sighed into the kiss, almost sounding like a whimper, jeongin felt his cock hardening in his pants.

You felt it, slowly moving your hips. He groaned into the kiss, you smirked grinding down harder. “o-oh fuck, we have to stop.” He pulled away. “Why?” You pouted. “Didn’t you like it?”

Of course he did, a little to fucking much. “Y-yes but.” He moaned as you moved your hips again. “Fuck, fuck I like it too much.” You smiled. “Then let me keep going.” You kissed his neck. “Y-you don’t have to.” He groaned, as you kissed up and down his neck. “I want to.”

He watched you get lower and lower, until you were sitting on your knees in between his legs, your ass was up in the air, as your face was closed to the bulge in his pants. “Can I take these off?” He nodded, you unbuckled his pants, he lifted his hips up, letting you pulled his pants down, taking them down, throwing them off the bed.

He sighed as you kissed him through his boxers. “Sh-shit.” You reached up, grabbing his waistband pulling his underwear down, sitting right below his hard cock.

He was big, a vein tracing all the way up to his mushroom tip — you just wanted to run your tongue along it, it made your mouth water. “Fuck you’re so big.” You grabbed the base, giving him a few kitty licks, before taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck!”

You bobbed your head up and down, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Y-Your m-mouth feels g-good.” You hummed around his cock, taking the rest of him into your mouth.

Gathering your hair into a ponytail so that he see your face, you looked up at him through your lashes. “Fu-fuck you look so pretty, fuck i’m not gonna last.” He groaned.

You began to go faster, swirling you tongue along the vein. Jeongin felt his cock twitch, he was gonna cum. “I-i’m gonna cum.” He expected you to get off, but to his surprise you didn’t — instead you took him all the way once more, he moaned out, cumming.

His warm cum filling your throat, he threw his head back as his seed filled your mouth. “Fu-fuck.” You took his cock out of your mouth, wiping the access off your lips, pushing it back into your mouth.

His face was red, covered in sweat. “Th-thank you.” You sat on your knees as he tucked himself away. “I-I can…” he trailed off, but you shook your head. “it’s okay.” You said. “Y-you sure, I don’t think i’m that bad.” You laughed. “I don’t doubt you for a minute with those pretty lips.” He smiled shyly. “But i’m okay for now, i’m just really tired.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He questioned, you furrowed your eye brows at him. “Of course I don’t, I already told you I wanted you to stay.” You said. “Yeah, but like on the couch right?” You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I literally just gave you head, no I don’t mean the couch.”

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[denileisariver]

warnings: dick analysis!, explicit detail of male genitalia, multiple versions of batman ♡, the batman (2022), batman v. superman, batman: arkham knight, comic batman, justice league.

a/n: purely for shits and giggles. if you saw me accidentally post this, no you fucking didn't.

THE BATMAN (2022)

tbh i think he would have an average length. like 6 inches, uncut, not too thick but not skinny either. his dick is prettyyyy. like really fucking pretty. the tip of his cock is a soft pinkish color, darkening slightly when he's hard. the bottom of his tip would form a sort of 'y' shape. this man is pale and so is the shaft of his dick, about #f2dac9. he's not really veiny either, the skin soft and smooth.

as an incluse, he doesn't really have sex, if any at all. he probably masturbates the most out of all the versions of batman. because of this, i feel like his balls would be pretty full, but they're not super big and heavy either. they're definitely really sensitive from not being touched a lot. would hang a bit more on the higher side.

cums so much ♡. like hyperspermia type shit. his seed would probably be a really pigmented white, spurting out in thick ropes. when he cums, the tip of his cock turns a softer red from the blood rush.

he would probably prefer to be nice and tidy, even completely shaven occasionally. but he gets too obsessed with work, and forgets about it sometimes, leaving him with a cute happy trail. his pubic hair never gets really long at all before he's cutting it off.

BATMAN V. SUPERMAN

probably baised but he has a really fat cock. super thick and girthy, the stretch of it 100% hurts a bit during sex. i'd still put him around 6.7 inches, he definitely shows a lot though, so maybe even 7 inches. he's cut too, the tip of his cock would be more mushroom shaped. the base of it would be slightly hyperpigmented, but overall around #e3c2aa. not the most veiny either, but a long thick vein would protrude from it along the shaft.

his balls are big, i don't wanna hear any backtalk. as the divorced husband and without any robins left, he's a fucking loner. he probably still fucks a decent amount, but not as much as people think. his balls would hang more lower. they're not the most sensitive, but he'd appreciate getting them licked or even sucked while receiving head.

his cum would be on the more opaque side, more translucent, the pigment softer in color. he doesn't cum super large amounts, but it definitely isn't small amounts of it either. you probably wouldn't be seeing much of it anyways, since he'd prefer to cum inside any of your holes he can get.

he's more hairy, not really caring much anymore about shaving as he gets older. he's not crazily unkempt, but he would probably hold it off until the hair gets uncomfortable or even if you asked him to.

BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT

he's fucking hung, i don't care what anybody says. easily 8 inches, also cut, the girth of it at the very least 3.5 inches. the tip of his cock might be more on the bigger side, the shape of it also more of a mushroom shape but more pointing upwards instead of round at the top, the bottom of the tip barely having a sort of short 'y' shape.

speaking of things pointing upwards, his cock is definitely curved up a bit, perfect to hit all those extra sensitive spots inside you. the most veiny out of all versions of batman, blame that on his crazy physique. he has protruding veins all over his body, and his cock is no exception. it would start around his pubic bone to the base of his dick, leading towards the shaft and ending closely to his tip. definitely multiple on him too. he's a bit more pale, around #f7edd2.

his balls are fucking heavy, something that's just a given with a cock as big as his. you would be able to feel them slapping against your skin in positions where he's fucking himself into you, as opposed to something like cowgirl. they also hang decently low too.

he can cum large amounts after not having sex in a while, but it probably turns into an average amount if he's having sex regularly. the color is also a more soft pigment but not too translucent.

i would say he would be on the more shaven side, but after playing batman: arkham knight multiple times, there's a conversation available between some thugs that mention this batman is more hairer than clean shaven. he's not the most tidy, probably not the hairiest either, but it's definitely there.

COMIC BATMAN

he's a fucking slut, period. not the biggest, but he knows damn well how to use it, kind of average around 6.5 inches. the tip of it isn't super round, not really pointy either, just sort of in between. he also has a pretty average girth, probably also cut. he would have smaller veins poking out of the shaft, none super long or thick, but they're definitely noticeable. depending on which comic he could either be super pale or sort of tan, but i'd say he's around #fce3d2. his tip is sort of a darker, mute kind of pink.

his balls aren't too big, definitely not small either, they don't hang super low or high. he has the picture perfect image of a nice, pretty cock. as a man-whore, i don't think he would be really sensitive either, but when he's about to orgasm, his dick definitely spasms a lot, the tip of it would become an angry red, and his balls would tighten up like he doesn't fuck a lot, but he definitely does.

he wouldn't cum a crazy lot either, his balls are happily emptied by himself or whoever's hole he's fucking for the week, maybe cums the least out of all the versions of batman, but still a good healthy amount. the color is more pigmented, barely opaque unless it's getting spread around.

since he has sex pretty often, for himself and the sake of his partner, he would keep himself shaven smooth, might even go so far as waxing himself. if he is hairy, it's because he's been working a lot and just doesn't have the time to clean himself up.

JUSTICE LEAGUE

he doesn't give me vibes that he's fucking a lot, but he definitely gives me big pp energy. he's uncut, 7 inches max, kind of curved to the right because of masturbating a lot. despite him having a great physique, i don't think his cock would be really veiny, and if there is, it's probably more around his pubic bone than on his shaft. he'd be more tan in color, around #ba9277. his tip is darker too, maybe a very light maroonish color.

his balls are decently heavy, they don't get emptied too often so they can get pretty big sometimes. for some reason, i also feel like they would have a sort of light hyperpigmentation. they hang on the lower side, but they're just as pretty as any version of batman ♡.

he can cum large amounts, he doesn't really care where either, as long as he can release after being pent up for a decent amount of time. it's also pretty pigmented in color, but due to how much he cums, it can get sort of translucent.

i imagine him more on the hairer side, he works a lot as both personas, and just doesn't really get around to it. if he was expecting to have sex soon, then he would take the time to shave himself up a bit. maybe not completely, but just enough so it isn't as bushy. but if he fucks someone and it's completely spontaneous and unplanned, his hair would definitely be pretty coarse.

a/n: omfg i struggled so bad to post this. i had to rewrite like three times just because it didn't save, on top of accidentally posting it while it was unfinished. i hate it here 🫠. but anyways, i was thinking about this and need all of these versions of batman to run a train on me ♡.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Heath Ledger’s joker as a bf

Pairings: joker x fem!reader

Warnings: language, joker (he needs his own warning) marijuana, blood, criminal activities🥸 smut, etc.

A/N: requested by my home girl😭🤞 (h/c) is hair color

SFW:

On the occasion he gives you a gift, just remember he didn’t pay for it

Both of you dying your hair together and then getting into a hair dye fight where in the end both of you are covered in green and (h/c)

Will force you to rob a bank with him atleast once

If, IF he showers he will make you join him

He smokes/takes Eddies so going to McDonald’s in the middle of the night is a routine at this point

Nighttime, dancing in the rain in Gotham together

Batman impersonations are your inside joke

Sharing your intrusive thoughts with each other and laughing about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

He will not go to the hospital unless he’s shot really badly so most the time he will have you help clean him up after getting into with Bruce.

If you ask him to do his hair or make up (not clown make up) he might say yes but only after a certain exchange iykyk

Will not tell you his real name until like 8 months into your relationship and he does it in the most random and casual way ever. It makes me giggle so lemme play it out for you😭

You’re sat at the table in the kitchen eating cereal while reading the newspaper, Joker sleeping still or so you thought.

“Jack.”

You jump out of the chair landing on the grown, on your ass. Looking up you see the joker standing in the doorway. You annoyed now half-shout, “Who tf is jack?!”

“Me,” he responds simply, “my name is jack.”

“Oh. Well next time don’t scare me!”

Randomly asks shit like “would you rather your brain in a cockroach’s body or a cockroach’s brain in your body?”

Does not filter himself in public so strangers do get details about your sex life

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH

TIME FOR THE NSFW PART

NSFW:

He definitely is a fan of doggy style, when you do doggy he like to put you in a chokehold

Likes to tie you up

He’s dominant that’s a fact, if you want to top him you gotta plead a little bit

Will ask to try new things a lot

Loves getting head more than giving it I feel like

Likes to cum in you or on your stomach

Overstimulation king 👑

Has a mushroom tip🫥

Tbh gives no fucks about ppl being around like he has fingered you in front of a train full of people

He hates condoms but doesn’t want kids so you better be on the pill or ready for the consequences

Degrades you and call you shit like:

“Slut”

“Whore”

“Cock sleeve”

“Cum dump”

But he also will mix nicer pet names in like:

“Pretty girl”

“Hot stuff”

“Sugar”

“Baby”

“Good lookin’”

He sucks with aftercare ngl

Most he’ll do is bring you water and cuddle a bit

Tbh that’s all I can think of😭😭😭

[base0h]

Hayo, I noticed ur blog and fell in love. I was wondering if I could request Smoker, Crocodile, Zoro, and Hihawk with an S/O who is reckless. I'm talking like Luffy kinda reckless. Oh, this berry might be super poisonous? Only one way to find out-

a/n - awww you’re so sweet I’m glad you like my blog 💜💜 oml I’m giggling tysm nero for the request !

Warnings ⚠️ - crack kinda, g/n reader

Opposites attract

- poor man is so tired

- “CROCO- I FOUND A MUSHROOM LOOK LOOK! It matches your hair!! tastes a bit funny though.” You said excitedly, showing your lover the black mushroom

- the color should’ve been the first hint that maybe you shouldn’t eat that.

- but you ate it anyways

- “cool. Cool.”

- “… wait what.”

- he needed a minute

- then it clicked, you collapsed to the ground, coughing and clutching your stomach from the pain

- “Y/n- you ate a random mushroom?!”

- frantically trying to not freak out

- he’s trying to remain calm. but it’s not working

- god the pain was unbearable, your stomach churning but also cramping at the same time

- And to make it better? You might’ve eaten the entire mushroom 🙃

- he’s not a doctor wtf is he supposed to do-???

- literally slapping your back to try and get you to spit it out

- “I ALREADY SWALLOWED IT- STOP OW!”

- you survived, but crocodile’s sanity didn’t lol

- in battles, you were always the first one to spring into action, much to your lover’s dismay

- “Let’s go!!!” You shouted, jumping off the ship, running straight towards the marine encampment

- “Y/N GET BACK HERE-!”

- he didn’t even get to explain the plan yet

- man loves you a lot, so he sticks with you even though you drive him insane

- “y/n don’t you even think about eating that. it was on the ground.”

- “but- 5 second rule-“

- “NO-“

- ….

- *eats it anyways*

- he’s like a wall

- does he ever express emotion to your shenanigans???

- definition of 🗿

- you end up getting into more dumb shit just to see if he’d react

- you could be choking on a poisonous berry, and all he does is fucking slap your back, and you spit it out no problem

- he’s like those magic moms

- he wouldn’t appreciate being called that

- right before you rush to jump off the cliff, he literally just grabs you by the back of your shirt like you’re a tiny cat

- he does it with one hand while he’s reading the newspaper with the other

- not even looking

- you’re honestly tired of trying to get him to react, so you end up falling asleep on him sometimes, exhausted from all your reckless activities

- oh if only you were awake to see how he reacted to this

- he had a soft smile on his face, and he ran his fingers through your hair, softly patting your back and hugging you close to him

- this was the time that he reacted, and you were unfortunately asleep 🙃

- you’re bad for his health

- you give him heart attacks every single day

- Tashigi has started to give him free therapy sometimes

- when you literally jump off the ship before he can explain the plan to you, he has to quickly grab you with his smokey hands

- he has an amazing reaction time thanks to you :)

- “Smokey! I was just gonna take care of ‘em for you!” You said with a smile, hanging in front of your lover

- how could he not forgive you???? He loved you too much to stay mad

- he has to keep you close by, but when you suddenly disappear, and he sees you beating up a bunch of pirates in the distance

- my god you’re going to be the death of him

- all he wants is for you to be safe, and you’re charging straight towards the danger with a huge smile on your face-

- “Smokey!!!! I beat them up for you!” You said, waving at him

- you were sitting on top the pile of beaten up pirates with your big smile that smoker loved so much

- he couldn’t help but smile back with a tired sigh

- he one time almost couldn’t breathe because he couldn’t find you for a good five minutes before you jumped out of a barrel to spook him

- man was so scared he couldn’t move

- “um. smokey are you ok?…”

- it took a good five minutes for his mind to process what just happened, and then he scolded you for another ten :)

- obviously you didn’t listen to even half of what he said tho 👍

- I mean he has Luffy as a captain, so he’s pretty used to it

- or so he thought.

- you were eating a mushroom right in front of him, and he looked confused as to what exactly you were eating

- “Did the pervert cook give you a mushroom??”

- “No- mffm. I found it.”

- your mouth was full, and then you swallowed it right when he realized

- "YOU IDIOT-! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!"

- frantically slapping you

- it left bruises

- "cant you just shit it out?!"

- "I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND MOSSHEAD!"

- chopper saved you, but now Zoro has to accompany you everytime you explore the islands

- you picked up some berries from a nearby bush, and you were about to put them in your mouth

- he bonked your head with his fist, "don't even think about it y/n."

- "OW THAT HURT IDIOT!"

- you hit him back and it started a whole fight

- you won >:)

a/n - hehe these are fun

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 2 Isn't it Romantic?

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets. 

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,

Book sighs walking up to Three “You done? We need to put our heads together and figure out how we can fuse.” Heart bites a cookie humming while Spade waits till Heart isn't looking to steal multiple cookies. Noticing what Spade is doing, Heart giggles acting like he isn't looking “I know this isn't all sunshine and rainbows but we are here together! Let's head home, get some coffee and think!” Three sighs walking ahead of them not wanting to look at Heart, Book frowns noticing the shift in Three’s behavior as they walk back to the cafe. 

Heart takes out a new keyboard from the bag humming “You think blue would like this?” Spade rolled his eyes. “Four is always on his computer. I swear that dumbass must be glued to it…so yeah he will.” While Heart and Spade talked, Book walked over to SMG3 “Feeling overwhelmed, or are you not a fan of having your heart open to the world?”  Three bites his lip staring at Heart then he walks over to the table with his leftover coffee and tosses it in the fridge “That can't be a part of me, i mean SMG4 is such a loser me falling for him ha funniest joke!” 

Book frowns “I think you should think harder about your feelings on this Original,” Heart turns hearing what Three said and frowns. Spade sighs, smacking Heart at the back of his head “If you're that worried then go show him why you're important, not that I care or anything about what happens. Just go, the idiot should be home.” Heart gives spade a soft smile before sneaking out of the cafe. Nervously he thinks of an excuse as a reason for the odd appearance as he enters the castle, there he sees SMG4 patting Beegs head with a huge smile. Heart could feel himself glow looking at the man, blushing as he approaches. “Um hey SMG4…” he takes a deep breath getting ready, Four turns around looking at him confused “What's with the pink?” Heart facepalms and groans doing his best to pull out a different trait, he crosses his arms “I made a bet and welp i got the shit end of that stick, look can we just not talk about my looks.” Four frowns before nodding feeling bad for his partner. He hums thinking of a way to cheer up the man, thinking up the perfect place he grabs Hearts hand causing the personality eyes to glow for a moment. 

“I need to do some meme research, want to join me?” he winked at Heart causing the personality to blush, then he intertwined his fingers with Four surprising him. Heart lets out a smirk that stuns the other guardian “Why of course! I may not know about living memes but an afternoon with you doesn't sound so bad!” SMG3 was feeling done with the conversations about Heart, there was no way someone like that is a part of him. His chest started to feel warm, his mind was then swarmed with thoughts of SMG4. His smile, the smug look he gives when he knows he has you beat. Three was confused as to the sudden urge to run to four and pull him in for a kiss, his face goes bright red as he turns and finally notices Heart is now missing from the cafe. He pushes Book aside looking at the empty chair next to Spade “where is he?”

Spade smirks as he paints his nails “Where is who? Oh you mean pinky, heard he got himself a hot date!” Three felt a chill go down his spine, he grabs the straps of spades overalls “WHAT DO YOU MEAN!” Book runs up to the pair pulling SMG3 away from spade, once free the personality checks his nails to make sure the paint wasn't ruined. Book sighs comforting the upset Three “Original we need to grab Heart, people will notice your strange look and that can lead to some trouble!”  SMG3 glares at Spade and nods “Yeah, we need to make sure people don't think he is me or at least belong to me bleh.” Book lets out another sigh unsure how he can convince the man that Heart is a part of him, Spade nods after checking if his nails were dry to slip back his gloves “Who cares? I mean know how many fucking people saw me?” Book smacks Spade “Behave! Are you aware of what would happen if we stay out here too long away from our body?” the other personality rolls his eyes as he opens the cafe door. SMG3 walks out the door, he was panicking he wasn't sure what that pink version of him is up to.  He did have to admit that there have been moments things were a little on the gay side between both him and four but they both agree it meant nothing. His face goes red again at the memories as Book chuckles “What's wrong original, feeling emotional about something?” 

SMG3 turns and glares at Book, the man shrugs seeing the glare “Look, Heart is a part of your emotions you can't keep denying it i mean look at you. I bet the igloo showed up again in your mind like it usually doe-” before he can finish he gets tackled by both Spade and SMG3 as they both yell “WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!!” SMG4 was driving his forklift on the hunt for any freshly born memes while Heart was beside him humming a song. Four let out a soft smile hearing the hum, even though the man seemed upset earlier it made him happy to see and know that this ride was cheering him up “Feeling better?”  

Surprised by the question, Heart panic thinking “Uh yeah guess so! I mean how can I not when you're by my side blue!” He covers his mouth, eyes wide. SMG4 hits the brakes and stares at Heart “Blue..? I uh didn't take you as a nickname guy, it's uh heh nice i don't mind it.”  he blushes unsure how to take the sudden nickname. Heart hearing the reaction gave the man a huge smile making SMG4 mind go blank “Oh i'm so happy you like it!”  While SMG4 missed the usual look of SMG3 the side he is showing today was a rare sight, he wanted to memorize that smile. Noticing his train of thoughts he panicked, the sudden movement made him slip off the forklift. He screams as he hits the floor making Heart jump off to check on him “ARE YOU OKAY FOUR?!” As heart ran over to SMG4 his hat fell off, Four stared wide eyed at Heart and the light was hitting him just right to make it look like he was glowing. Teal green eyes looking into his blue ones as the wind blows his hair, he never noticed how fluffy SMG3 hair was even in a ponytail. He stretched his hand out to him, a sight that felt familiar “Get up scrub we have memes to hunt!” 

Four takes Heart hand, he pulls him up quickly causing Four to get a little too close as their noses are now touching. Heart let out a shy giggle as SMG4 was lost in his eyes, he knew these feelings well it wasn't the first time he felt this way around Three. This time though they felt stronger, flustered he stepped back “uh thanks..” SMG3 was looking around everywhere he thought would be romantic, that's when he felt his face heat up. His heart was racing and thoughts of SMG4 was swarming him “STOP! I HATE HIM AND WILL NEVER LOVE HIM LIKE THAT!” Book and Spade freeze from the outburst, the pair exchange a concerned look. That's when Book notices a stain showing up on Three chest, he leans in seeing the stain was purple and was coming out where SMG3's heart was. “...You need to accept the truth. How long will you push Heart away! Look at yourself by pushing your heart away, you're getting corrupted!” 

Confused he looks down seeing the purple stain, he touches it and flinches from a burning pain. This meant nothing he told himself as he kept walking trying to find his last personality, Book glares at Three making Spade cross his arms “Book, if the corruption has started that means Heart is going to vanish right? And if that happens we are fucked to yeah?” Book nods looking down sadly “If we lose heart we won't be able to feel anything…we will be an empty husk..” Spade takes off his hat then takes out a photo of Eggdog and smiles brightly at it, he then looks up at three and casually shows the photo “Hey what do you think about this?” Three looks at the photo of Eggdog and softens then continues walking “It’s cute but we need to find Heart!” Spade looks at the photo stunned. Book frowns as he puts his arm around Spade “This is bad, we normally would scream of excitement how deep in the pit is original..” 

Spade sighs putting the photo back into his hat “Get your fucking hand off of me,” Book lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps away from the man. Spade watches as the purple stain grows, he growls showing his sharp teeth as he stomps forward passing Three as he hunts down Heart. Heart was having a fun time watching Four take pictures of memes and writing down notes on them. Heart opens his mouth then freezes as he feels sharp pain go through his body. He looks down and sees the color on his overalls start to fade, his hands start to shake “Heh…still rejecting me…why…what did i do wrong?” Heart eyes start to water realizing he was being erased. SMG4 stands up excited to show a meme he found when he noticed Heart was shaking “Three are you okay?” Heart jumps hearing Four and starts to run away ignoring the man calling out to him. If he were to die he wouldn't do it in front of SMG4, the world starts getting blurry as he falls to the floor.

He could hear the panic in Fours voice nearby giving Heart more strength to get up and run “I…can't stop,” he then locked eyes with Spade running towards him. If heart didnt feel like he was going to pass out he would tease the tsundere personality for looking so worried. Spade dashes and catches Heart “HEART! GUYS I FOUND HIM!” Heart coughs and breaks down crying as he sees more of his color fade “Spade…i don't feel so good..” Spade nods patting Hearts head “Don't worry pinky, if i have to i will beat our original ass just know i'm not doing this for you alright? I'm just doing it because I would hate to lose my love of bombs.” Spade blushes as he picks up Heart and runs to the others, SMG3 eyes go wide seeing the energetic personality so weak and pale. The teal green eyes have gone gray, the rest of his clothing was slowly following. He reaches out to only feel sharp pain in this chest “AH FUCK WHAT IS THIS PAIN?!” he drops to his knees shaking as he looks at his hand covered in a strange purple liquid. Book slowly walks up to Heart and holds his hand “The pain is your heart dying…every time you reject him the more you reject having emotions. Heart is dying because you can't admit no because you're too much of a coward to admit the truth.” 

Book glares at Three “I SMG3 Logic admit the truth that i am in love with SMG4,” Three shakes his head causing more pain, Heart eyes flicker red for a moment as Spade sighs his face turning red “I guess…yeah i could be in love with that idiot so what?!” SMG3 shakes his head making Spade angry  “LISTEN FUCK FACE! WHAT'S SO WRONG HAVING FEELINGS! I LOVE BOMBS AND VOILENCE WOW HOW FUCKING HARD WAS THAT TO SAY!” Heart taps Spade letting him know to put him down. Heart eyes glow red as he gets closer to Three then smacks him “WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT ME! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!” SMG3 starts to cry as he suddenly hugs Heart. Spade and Book take a step back surprised, heart softens as he wraps his arms around Three. As SMG3 kept crying slowly the color was returning to Heart “I…what if he stops being friends with me…i cant..i can't lose someone again.” 

Heart lets out a giggle “ Love is scary but remember what happens when you don't let me do my thing? We lost Terrance..and he never got to know we loved him like a son..please stop rejecting me.” he looks up his eyes looking into Hearts. He felt the pain slowly leave his chest as he wipes his tears, Heart gives him a soft smile starting to feel himself again “Honestly why are we so stubborn with our emotions hehe.” SMG3 lets out a soft smile “I love SMG4…i really do and im scared about it,” Spade rolls his eyes “Nothing to be scared of, not like that bitch can do anything if he does I BLOW HIM UP HAHA!” Three sighs watching Spade letting out an evil laugh.  Book lets out a huge smile “I’m so glad we got over that, cause now we have a new problem. Wasn't heart hanging out with SMG4?”

“SMG3 WHERE DID YOU GO!?” Four was running around in a panic wondering where SMG3 was. Three and Heart stand up in a panic “Shit!”

[romanreignseater]

All The Way Back Down.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Dirty smut; p in v, oral (female & male receiving), and creampie.

“I need you to turn that ass to the back and arch that back down. Whatever you say boy.”

A/N: My first Jimmy fic will be out this week, I worked hard on it, so I hope you’ll love it 💝. This was just a quick little filler story. But, a good one at that 😏. Still in my JeyBae era right now 🤭. I’ll be back soon Big Uce 😭. I still got love for you too.

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GIF: @solosikoa

The sounds of gargling, choking, crying, and yelling could probably be heard all the way down the hall of his hotel room. Inside the room you were on all fours, swallowing down that ingrate’s cock.

Boy… did you hate him.

But, his dick was too good.

You finally knew what being on drugs felt like. But, looking up through your lashes you couldn’t help but want to bite that dick out of your mouth. That stupidly beautiful smug face of his, smirking down at you like he’s the shit.

Well he ain’t shit, but why were you still there?! Why were you still there letting him abuse your throat, letting him have his way with you after every show?! Why do talk so much shit to him and let him do it back to you, if you’ve been fucking each other for a year?!

Yes… A YEAR!! For a whole year, 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, and 525,600 minutes!! You hated that man with your whole heart, but loved the way he handled you. Handled you like a real fucking man, which nobody has ever done. He always spoke his mind, letting you know how he feels, and how he wanted you.

And this is how he wanted you. Ass up, face down in his hotel room with his dick stuffed down your throat. And you enjoyed every second of it. You already reddened cheeks began to sting again as he smacked it once more, forcing you to look up at him.

“Yo’ ass love this dick, huh girl?! Got your eyes all close and shit. Throwing that ass back, fucking the air cause that pussy screaming for me huh?!” His words made you pussy clench, but it also made the bile in your veins pulse.

As he continued to penetrate your throat, he took his two middle digits to smear your essence all over your cunt and winking hole. “Who got that pussy all wet mama?!” Rolling your eyes, you took his cock out of your mouth and continued rub him out. “Yo’ daddy got my pussy wet bitch.”

Watching his eyes darken and his fingers ceased its actions, you giggled as you glided your tongue all across his juicy, mushroom head and leaking slit.

Pulling his dick away from your mouth and hands, he pulled you up by your throat. Sticking your tongue out and laughing, his grip on your throat tightened. “I was having fun baby, my mouth is missing that dick already.” You go to jerk him off, not letting him lose his high. His top lip turns into a slight snarl. Eyes beginning to flutter as you beautifully let his dick have it.

“Talk about my daddy again bitch, Imma show you who daddy around here.”

“Do your worst Jey.”

That set him all the way off.

Slapping you across your stained face, his deep voice made your loins shiver. “I need you to turn that ass to the back, and arch that back down… All the way down.”

“Whatever you say boy.”

As you went to give him a little show, he smacked your ass hard making you turn around. “Yo’ ass know I ain’t no fucking little boy, and don’t be doing that extra shit.” Taking a deep breath you finally got into the position, spreading your legs out far apart, so he could really get into that shit.

“You a little slut, just a little ho. Spreading your legs out during doggy mean you really want me to fuck you up.” Glad he got the message. You made sure your back was in a deep arch and shook your ass to entice him even more.

Sucking his teeth Jey bent down, spreading your ass apart, amazed by your beautiful goods. His thumbs held your pussy lips apart, breathing in your scent. He leaned forward, taking one big lick from your clit to your asshole. With your face smushed against the sheets and mouth slightly ajar, you shivered at the sensation of his warm tongue.

“Why that pussy so sweet mama?!”

You couldn’t even form a sentence at the sheer amount of pleasure you were receiving. Eating you out so deliciously and devilishly from the back. The tip of his tongue swirled across your beating clit causing your legs to shake. He then took his entire mouth around your clit and sucked the life out of it.

“Unhhh don’t stop.” His tongue prodded your clenching hole, making you writh at the immense stimulation. But, then your feelings were soon depleted. “Imma stop now.” Turning around in shock, you punch your fist into the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Smirking with those stupid, yet super sexy grills in his mouth.

“Shut yo’ ass up and face the foot of the bed. Ass still up just the way you had it.” Pouting at the lose of your sensations, but geeked over the fact that he was gonna fuck you now. Rolling your eyes at him, you got back in your arched position in the middle of the bed, with your head facing the foot of the bed. Your pussy just splayed out for Jey’s pleasure.

Getting on the bed behind you, Jey took your back and pushed it down making your stomach touch the soft sheets. “You betta hold on tight.” Grabbing onto your hip, he guided his king tanned dick into your awaiting paradise. Moaning at just the feeling of his tip protruding your entrance.

Feeling dizzy as he bottomed out into your pussy. “That’s that good shit right there ma.” Clawing at the sheets as he began to pump into you ever so slowly. His pace soon quickened beating you pussy up the old fashioned way. Now holding onto your hips with both hands, he roughly fucked you into the foot of the bed.

The sounds of your fat ass smacking against his taut abs probably made the entire hallway stand at attention, thinking someone was sending off shots. Moaning uncontrollably you begged him to stop, but you really didn’t want him to stop.

“What’s happening to you right now?!” With your mouth agape you couldn’t answer his question. Smacking both of your ass cheeks simultaneously to get you to speak up. He always found it funny that you talked all that shit everywhere else, but as soon as he got to fucking you it was a wrap.

Pulling your head back by your hair, he once again smacked your ass. “What’s. Happening. To. You. Right. Now?!” Fucking you to the beat of his words. “You’re f-ucking me.” Increasing his pace even more, he asked you again. “What’s happening to you right now huh?!” His hand now spread across your forehead, gripping your head back. “Unnhhh, you’re fucking me so good right now.”

Holding you down by the bottom of your back, he continued to feverishly punish your pussy. “That’s right baby, and who’s your Daddy?!”

“You’re my Daddy, you’re always gonna be my Daddy.” Grunting heavily at the feeling of your pussy clenching his dick so hard. He asked you yet another question. “Tell me you love me.” You sort of came back to reality as you realized what he had said.

“I love you so much Jey.”

Looking back at him, he smiled slightly with his dimples on full show. “I love you too baby.”

Wow… you guys loved each other. Throughout all the arguments and fights, you guys loved each other. Over a year of toxic sex, you guys were 100% into each other not only sexually and physically, but mentally and emotionally. The times he’d take care of you after sex, calling you to make sure you got home safely, checking up on you after every match, and hyping you up through thick and thin.

“I’m about to cum baby.”

“Go ahead cum all over my dick mama.”

You shook and shivered as you reached your high and he fucked you through it. He soon reached his climax and came inside of your pulsing cunt. The first time he ever had.

Lying down like a plank you went to regain your breath as Jey spread eagle to clean you up. “Want some Waffle House?!”

“Yeah, I gotta start feeding our baby.”

“Shut yo’ dumbass up.”

(Birth control isn’t 100% percent effective kids 🤫).

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THE END.

Not gonna lie… I LOVE THIS STORY 🤩🤩!!! I ate down 😏💅🏾. Hope you all love it as well 💞, and I may have another one coming out later 🤭.

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Little Meow Meow

Requested: No

Summary: You call Horangi your little meow meow and it ends up backfiring (but in a good way)

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Smut, I used a translator for Korean so it’s probably all wrong and actually says shit for brains, Reader has stretch marks, lightly implied that Reader is taller then Horangi.

A/N: @katdakat this is based off of the fact that in one of the tags on a Horangi piece you called him your little Meow Meow. I took that and ran with it.

“My little meow meow.”

“No.”

“Yes!” You say, back on your mischievous bullshit that Horangi hated to love. “You are my meow meow. Very small, very pathetic, I love you.”

“You weren’t saying that last night when I had you on your knees for me.” He said, amused when you go silent, growing a bit flustered. He smirked, reaching out to put both hands on your hips, dragging you forward and placing a kiss on your cleavage. “Do I need to remind you? Cause I’m more than happy to put you in your place.”

You felt your face heat up, looking away from him so you could try to collect yourself. He didn’t like that, however, one hand drifting up your side, along the curve of your neck, before cupping your face, turning you back towards him.

“Well, *새끼 고양이? I need an answer.” He purrs, pulling your face down so he could nip at your lips. “So? Do I need to remind you?”

“Maybe.” You say, whimpering quietly, desperately chasing his lips for a kiss when he started to pull back. That only earned you a harsh snack to your ass, making you yelp with a mix of pain and surprise.

“Disrespectful 새끼 고양이 don’t get what they want.” He chuckles, both hands on your face now, holding you still as he nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes narrowed and filled with wanting. “But maybe you can earn it. I’ll give you a minute and a half to strip down and lay on the bed. Not a second more.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, darting away before he had a chance to tighten his grip, clothes flying off into the air along with your giggles, your boyfriend’s rough laughs barely heard when you slam open the bedroom door, the knob embedding itself into the wall, a hole that would have to be fixed later. Just like the one in the mud room, the bathroom, in the shed outside…..

“Ready or not, here I come!” Hong-Jin called only a moment later, prompting you to dive onto the bed, knocking off several pillows and blankets in the process, just barely managing to get into a comfortable position before he slid around the corner, almost slipping and falling on his ass thanks to the thick socks he was wearing on the freshly cleaned wood floors. But, ever so nimble, he quickly righted himself, brown eyes sparkling like whiskey in a shot glass when the light filtering through the curtains hits them just right. “Ah, *착한 여자. Nice and ready for me.”

“Always.” You purr, just like the namesake that he always called you. Your tiger’s beloved 새끼 고양이, your stripes all on display for him, running down your ass and your thighs, on your arms, sides, belly. Oh and how he adored running his tongue over each and every one of them, worshipping you like some goddess of love and lightning. “C’mere, *내 사랑. You took too long, and now I’m lonely. Come make it better.”

“So dramatic.” He tuts, already stripping out of his civvies, his pants hitting the ground with a metallic thump from his belt. “But I love that about you too.”

“I know you do.” You say, lifting your ass up a little more when he steps closer, his hard cock nudging against your thighs then up further, sliding between your wet folds, the thick mushroom head bumping against your clit in a way that had you shivering.

“*너무 예뻐.” He mumbles, digging his thumbs into the dips of your hips before scraping his nails down and around, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting filthy kisses in the space between your shoulder blades. “So…so pretty. You always are.”

“And all for you.” You say, lips trembling when his nails dig into your belly, his cock rubbing back and forth through your folds until he pulled back enough to press the head against your opening, leaking precum all over the slit, teasing it with little thrusts in and out, stroking the flames of desire building in your stomach. But it wasn’t enough, and your attempts to push back and spear yourself open were only met with a tightened grip and a smack to the ass, a bite or two to the taunt skin of your shoulder blades.

“Yes, all for me. Just like I am all for you. Just like this-” He purrs, pushing an inch of himself into your warm cunt slowly, then stopping before pulling back out to only the tip. “Is all for you.”

“If it’s all for me then why won’t you fuck me with it?” You plead, breathe heavy and voice airy, hands clenched tight into the black sheets to try and gain some form of composure amidst your brain turning to mush.

“Hmmm?” He cooed, his smirk evident against your back, sharp teeth grazing over your skin. “Are you sure you want something so…..small and pathetic?” he says, punctuating his words by sheathing his whole cock inside you with one swift thrust, making you choke on air.

“I….I didn’t mean it.” You try and plead, your walls pulsing wetly around around his cock, trying to coax him to move again, to fuck you like you both wanted.

“Oh, but I think you did, 새끼 고양이.” He says, his chuckles reverberating up your spine. “And how could I ever pleasure you when I’m just so-” a single thrust, punching the air right out of your lungs “tiny-” another thrust, hard enough to cause you to cry out in ecstasy, tears building up in your eyes “and weak.” He says with a final thrust, only to stop once more, hips flush against your ass, his cock throbbing at the sudden change of pace.

“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was just playing.” You swear, biting at one of your knuckles, taking deep heaving breaths to try and get back the ability to think and speak. “I promise! I swear! Baby, 내 사랑, please!” You beg with a little sob, relief welling up in your chest when he finally started to move, slow and shallow thrusts though they were. “OH! Yes! Just-Just like that!” You say, drooling, slobbering all over the pillows like a dog.

“Yeah, Baby. I know. Just how you like it.” He groaned, laving his tongue over the indents of where he’d bitten you, sucking and kissing as if begging for your forgiveness. “*기분은 좋은데?”

“S-so gooooood.” You tell him, eyes rolling back into your skull as he moves to dig his nails into the pale creases running along your thighs, denting them with crescent moons that you’d be feeling for days to come. “Always feel so good, 내 사랑.”

“So do you.” He grunts, shifting his body, propping one of his knees up on the edge of the bed and curving himself over you as much as he could, taking advantage of the new position to fuck into you even deeper. “So fucking hot and….wet. Feel like heaven around me, *천사.”

You whine, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations he was making you feel, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust inward, each clap making you do a full body twitch.

“Gonna take it all, aren’t you?” He asks, digging his fingertips into your pale stretch marks, baring his teeth when you clenched down on him. “Not just my cock but my cum too, yeah? Gonna take every last drop, like a good girl.” He says, more a statement than a question. “You’ll take it all.”

*새끼 고양이 = Kitten

*착한 여자 = Good Girl

*내 사랑 = My Love

*너무 예뻐 = So Pretty

*기분은 좋은데? = Feels good, yeah?

*천사 = Angel

[cevansbrat0007]

Room For One More

Summary: Is there room for one more in the Barber Family household? Someone is convinced there is... Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Discussions of Pregnancy, Attentive Andy, Frustrated Andy, Frustrated Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please let me know what you think. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

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Andrew bounces on his heels in the drug store aisle as he scans the items on the shelves. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember which ones his wife had brought home last time.

Shit! Why were there so many options? Accura Health, First Response, Clear Blue Digital…Jesus!

“Eh, fuck it.” He grumbles as he tosses three different brands into his shopping basket. His wife was pregnant with their fifth child – he was almost sure of it. But just to be certain, he was taking the liberty of picking up a few tests.

All the signs had been there – the nausea, the moodswings. Not to mention the fact that she’d completely missed her cycle last month. And the cravings! Just the other day he’d found her dunking cold cucumbers in microwaved zesty italian dressing, like she had with Katrina. 

But what had really solidified it was when he’d walked into the den after putting the kids down to see her enjoying toast slathered in butter, topped with nutella, marshmallow fluff, and sliced bananas. Her favorite food while she was carrying the twins. And no, his sweet girl had not been willing to share. Not that he’d wanted a bite anyway.

Feeling excited, Andy makes his way to the self-checkout lane. He was a little late for dinner, but since he had a box of desserts safely tucked away in the backseat of his Lexus, he wasn’t too concerned.

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Twenty minutes later…

Leaving the back of pregnancy tests in the car, Andy quickly grabs the cookies and jogs into the house. He missed his wife and kids. His little family had turned him all kinds of soft, and he did not give a shit.

“Hello Barber family!” He calls out as he waltzes through the door. “Daddy’s home and he’s brought treats!” Andy doesn’t even bother fighting the grin that spreads over his features when he hears his children’s excited squeals coming from down the hall. 

“Ah, ah! Finish your dinner, please. RoRo, sit down, honey. Daddy will be in here in a moment. KitCat, are you done eating? No? Then please plant your tushy back in that chair.Thank you.”

Box of desserts in hand, Andy pauses at the kitchen entryway. He watches his lovely wife as she flits around the table cutting up meat and encouraging Junior to try whatever vegetable she cooked that night. His children, ever a lively bunch, are busy talking and making eachother laugh in between bites of food. And then his eyes stray to an empty seat. 

Yes, God willing, there was room for one more. 

“You planning on joining us, Big Man? Or are you just gonna stand there?” You ask when you spy your husband’s lurking form. Happy to see him, you wander over to brush a soft kiss against his lips. “You handsome ass creeper.” 

You smile and snag the box from him, anxious to see what he’s brought home for you and your little monsters. 

Ooh, cookies!

“Alright my beautiful Barber babies, how about you tell Daddy all about your day while I make him something to eat, hm?” You watch as Andy takes a seat at the table, only to stifle a giggle when all four of your kiddos launch into an animated conversation all at once.

“Woah. Woah! One at a time, guys and gals. Let’s start with A.J., then Rory, then KitCat, and then we’ll finish up with BiBi. Take it away, Junior.”

Turning back to the task at hand, you go about fixing something for the both of you. Knowing that he would want everything, you load the plates with pan fried turkey chops smothered in sauteed onions and mushrooms along with a homemade gravy. Then you add a helping of buttered noodles and garlic butter asparagus tips. 

While you’re busy, you hear your husband moving around behind you, setting empty dishes in the sink and rummaging around the cupboards for paper plates so that he can begin serving dessert.

“Let’s see what Daddy’s got for everyone, shall we?” He says as he begins handing out treats. “I’ve got a sea salt chocolate chip for Baroness Bianca Bibbity, a sugar cookie with rainbow sprinkles for Lady Katrina, an iced lemon butter for Princess RoRo, and finally…a red velvet for Sir A.J. Plus two triple chocolate fudge delights for Mama and me.” Your man tosses a sweet wink your way. 

A chorus of “thank yous” fills the room as the kids begin devouring their respective sweets. 

“Andy Bear, you wanna eat now or…?”

“Depends, sweet girl. Will I be dining alone or can I expect some company if I wait?”

“Hmm…I suppose I could make myself available after we get these snickerdoodles into bed.” You tell him as you go to wrap your arms around his trim waist, taking a moment to inhale his cologne, mixed with the scent of his aftershave. 

“Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Now, who needs more milk?”

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Forty-five minutes later…

With all four tiny heads in bed, you and Andy traipse back down to the kitchen to finally enjoy your own dinner. As you begin heating everything up, you notice that he heads back out to the garage, only to reemerge a few moments later holding a bag from the local drugstore. 

“Whatcha got in there?” You ask as he goes to sit it on the counter before joining you at the table.

“How about we talk about it while we eat, hm?”

“Oookay.” Is all you say as you set down both plates, along with two glasses of raspberry flavored sparkling water. 

“Holy shit.” He mumbles once he finally gets a good look at his meal. “This looks incredible, baby girl…” Andy moans softly as he bites into a tender piece of turkey. 

“Glad you like it. You wanna take leftovers for lunch?”

Your husband’s eyes go big. “There’s extra?” 

“Yep.” Your eyes dart over to the pan resting on the stove. “I only want one, so I’ll pack up the other two for you.” You let out a small shriek when he proceeds to grab the back of your chair and drag it closer to his own. 

“I fucking love you, Y/N. And speaking of love…” Andy gets up to retrieve the mystery bag from its place on the counter. You watch as he pulls out three different boxes of…

Pregnancy tests?

“Um, honey?”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t remember which brand you preferred so…” He shrugs.

Setting down your knife and fork, you pick up a box and turn it over in your hands. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me, Andy Bear.”

“I think you ought to take a couple of those tonight.”

You stare at the man as if he’s lost his marbles. “Andy, baby, I’m not pregnant.” 

“But I think you might be, Y/N.” He sits down next to you and opens a different box, pulling out a test. “I’ve been paying attention. You skipped your period last month, and then there’s the mood swings –”

“What mood swings? When?” You turn to glare at him. You didn’t have mood swings, damn it. People just liked to test your patience these days – the PTA, soccer moms, long lines at the grocery store, etc. “I don’t have mood swings, Andrew.” You finish with a growl.

“Uh huh. And what about the cucumbers with warm Italian dressing, or the toast with the nutella and marshmallow fluff?”

Jesus, your husband really had been paying attention to you!

“Dunno. They just sounded good at the time.” And they very had been. Shaking your head, you go back to enjoying your meal . “Plus, I’m on the pill. And my cycle has always been a little wonky on account of my PCOS. Sweetie, you know this.”

You hated to bust his bubble like this, you really did.

Undeterred, Andy continues to make his case. “You were on the pill with Bianca.”

“True, but I was also taking a series of antibiotics around that same time too. It most likely cancelled out the birth control.” You pop a couple more bites of food into your mouth before moving your hand to rest atop his larger one.

“And with Katrina?”

“I didn’t always take it consistently back then. And before you bring up the twins, I’d like to point out that we were actively trying for one baby and ended up walking out of the hospital with two.”

Andy rolls his eyes. “Okay, I get it. But how ‘bout you just do me a kindness and take a couple anyway, huh? I’ll wait outside the door.”

Exasperated, your fingers go to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Andrew, for the last time, I don’t need to take a test because I’m not pregnant. Now can we please just move on already?” 

Good God, sometimes this man could be so frustrating!

He rakes a hand through his hair. “For fucks sake, Y/N…baby…can you just go try for me? Please?”

“I don’t have to pee right now.” You mutter, picking up your glass and plate which you then place in the sink.

“Then chug a glass of water and wait ten minutes!” Andy snaps before he can catch himself.

“Would you like me to wrap up your dinner or do you want to heat it up again?” Let it go, Andrew.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this?” He growls.

“I could ask you the same damned thing.” You snipe back under your breath. “Okay, look. If I take a test - just one - will you leave it alone?”

Andy opens another box before handing over two different tests. “Take both of these and I’ll shut up.” He tells you as he wraps one solid arm around your small waist so that he can lead you to the bathroom down the hall. 

Once you reach your destination, you don’t even bother trying to shut the door. After almost fifteen years together your man had seen it all, and so had you. Plus, Andrew Barber also liked to throw tantrums whenever he encountered you and locked doors. 

“Do you have to look right at me, you annoying ass ogre?” You grumble as you go to pee on the first stick before placing it on a folded piece of tissue. 

“Y/N, can you honestly tell me that you don’t want one more? I mean, you can’t deny the fact that we make some beautiful babies.”

Instead of responding, you deposit a second test next to the first and then conclude your business. You then pull up your pants and wash your hands. 

“Our babies are the most gorgeous little creatures to have ever walked the earth. But…”

“But what?”

You simply shake your head and then grab his wrist to check his watch for the time. 

“But what, Y/N?” A mildly frustrated Andy asks again. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“Time’s up.” You announce, both of you leaning forward to look at the results…

One line. You weren’t pregnant.

“Oh, thank God.” You murmur as you breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“Seriously?” Your unhappy husband grunts. He picks up one of the sticks to examine it more closely. “I was so sure. Maybe we should try one from the other box.”

Okay, it was time to put your Big Man out of his well-meaning misery. 

“Andy Bear.” You reach up to grab his face. “Let me say that I appreciate just how attentive you are with me and the kids, like, all of the time. You’re amazing, honey. But I’m not pregnant. And I’m okay with that.”

“But we can keep trying and –”

“I’m not necessarily closing the door on the idea of having another, but I also kind of think that my body is done.” You allow your thumbs to gently massage the bearded apples of his cheeks. “It feels to me like our little family is complete.” Your arms move to wrap themselves around his neck. “Doesn’t your heart feel full, my love? I mean, our four Barber babies pack quite the punch.”

Andy lets out a resigned sigh, feeling defeated. “So baby number five is out, huh?” The look on his face is enough to break your heart. 

“How about we bookmark this chapter and agree to revisit it later. If it happens, it happens. But keep in mind that I’m also pushing thirty-eight. And right now, I think it might be best if we focus on the munchkins that we have.” 

A glimmer of hope sparks behind your husband’s eyes. 

“So there’s still a chance…?”

“There’s always a chance. And please believe me when I say that I am always down for practicing. Wouldn’t want your moves getting rusty, Mr. Barber. You might pull something.” You throw a saucy wink his way.

“Watch it, you little brat.” Andy growls playfully. “I’m this close to dragging you into my study and knocking you up right now.” His lips leave a trail of kisses along the column of your throat. 

“I love you, Andy.” You whisper as his mouth takes in a searing kiss. “Always and forever.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Forever and always.”

END

[eatcandlewax]

i have returned to expand upon the leech sibling dating idia post

i'm still impartial about writing the leech sibling as an oc or y/n, but i've just been calling them sage for now. on one hand, I really like the leech sibling reader fics, but on the other idk if it's okay to have this much lore and it still be an x reader.

anyways, i just wanted to write some general little hcs :)

they are the same age as jade and floyd. my reasoning for this one is just because it created more scenarios that made me giggle.

sorta a mix between the jade and floyd. not as unpredictable but also not completely calm. it depends on the situation, even if they choose to be chaotic at the most inappropriate times.

they like tech and internet related things. they're interested in video games and any relatively neat technology since there probably wasn't a lot of that in the coral sea. i also thought it'd be funny if they just had a hyperfixation on learning internet culture and became a living shitpost.

also i wanted them and idia to play obey me together bc teehee

they're in the light music club. not only are they in a room with kalim, lilia, and cater on a regular basis, but they're also given the tools to play music. mostly wanted this detail because they would play the most chaotic music. i could make an entire playlist for it stg-

they keep eating shit from the mostro lounge's kitchen. floyd doesn't do work 50% of the time, jade tries to force feed everyone mushrooms, sage is eating everything in the kitchen. perfect balance for giving azul a migraine.

"please stop eating the food, we need it for the customers"

"are you telling me to go hungry? you're making me do labor on an empty stomach? bad boss! horrible! jail for azul!"

sage dating idia would eventually lead to jade and floyd having the jurisdiction to enter idia's room. not because idia gave it to them, but because they're little shits and they wanted to bother their sibling.

like, sage and idia would be lying in bed after sage skipped work and floyd would just barge in for funsies.

you can't tell me that floyd wouldn't hop into bed with them and start a cuddle puddle.

at some point idia would stop screaming everytime and get used to it, surprisingly.

although it'd take a while for it to come to this, i feel like idia would end up getting fairly comfortable with floyd and jade. which would be an odd sight to see ignihyde's shut in dorm leader with the shady leech siblings.

ortho would immediately adopt the leech siblings as his own and get extremely excited whenever he saw them.

it makes it really hard for idia to be upset at them barging into his room when ortho is so happy about it

sometimes the leech siblings will just steal ortho

there's no reason

they just think it's funny and like hanging out with the little man

"please return my brother"

"our brother now :)"

idia starts panicking when the fish mafia is just doing fun little things with ortho

like random games and crafts

idia is also genuinely worried that one of them will break ortho

not because they're careless

but because floyd and sage hug him all the time and idia KNOWS how hard them fuckers squeeze

it's unlikely that they'd break his robot body, but he wouldn't be surprised if it happened

leech siblings are just built different

[cassieuncaged]

Grave Bound Redux: Book 1 - Chapter 2

Elias Grodin x Maggie Wilson (my OC)

Summary: A young, pacifist man chooses to serve in the Vietnam war instead of going to prison on drug charges.

TW: war, blood, death, brutality, tobacco use, drinking, language, etc.

WC: 1.8K

A/N: Finally got around to chapter 2! Enjoy!

Taglist: @emotionalcadaver, @roofgeese, @voidika, @huepazu, @quantum-lover, @spacestephh

December 1965

Picking at the sutures stitched across one palm, Elias watched from his bunk as a few squads shared some laughs over a game of Texas Hold ‘Em. Of course, he’d been invited to play but found it to be all more relaxing to watch as he smoked a cigarette.

“You too big for your britches now, sarge?” A large man named Willis had teased while the others cackled. Even sheepish Doyle joined in.

“At ease, private.” he chuckled, running one hand through a growing tuft of tawny hair. It’d been a while since he’d gotten it trimmed, an early Christmas present. “Let me enjoy some time off before we head to Danang.”

“Sure you don’t want any holiday cheer?” Doyle shook a half empty bottle of Jack as the others hooted, “You’ve been quiet as a dormouse since we’ve been back. Thought that was my job.”

That had been true though Elias wasn’t a man of many words to begin with. Truth of the matter was exhaustion had settled in his bones. Muscles ached as a barrage of scars were earned like the medals he’d likely never last long enough to see. The concept of war was wearing on him, even more so as he prepared for another mission. Being promoted to sergeant only put a bigger target on his back.

A year had practically slid through bloody fingers and they were no closer to winning this war. They’d all be damned to hell before the army even regained their footing against Ho Chi Minh and the his soldiers with state of the art weaponry. They could end them all before even one American unjammed their ancient M16s. Tonight on base was the closest reprieve that anyone had. The chances of being bombed were slim as the men drank and fooled around with silly card games. They bet pennies and peanuts a few mothers had sent in care packages.

“Hold ‘Em isn’t exactly my bag, man.” Elias groaned, arching off his bunk in an attempt to stretch a tense back. Pulling the filter from his lips, a plume of smock emerged. “More into a heated game of parcheesi and a fat blunt.”

“Heard you’re here because of drug charges,” Willis added solemnly, knowing he shouldn’t goad a superior. Wide lips curled into a smirk, blue eyes squinting as the cigarette continued burning. Elias folded lean arms behind his head.

“You heard right, private,” he snickered playfully. “But a basehead wife will get you in hot water quicker than shit. Only into devil’s lettuce and some psychedelics myself.”

“You’ve tripped?” Doyle’s eyes were magnified beneath bottle thick glasses, big as brown bonbons as thin lips fell open. Grodin chuckled, remembering when he’d been a young and scrawny shit that was impressed by everything. “That’s wild?”

“Not really,” Linskey, another private playing poker added with a scoff, “You’ve just never done anything wild in your life.”

“I’ve always wanted to smoke weed,” Doyle half whispered, earning a round of laughter at his expense.

“Worried your mother’s gonna hear?” Willis bellowed, biting back his own giggle. “All the way out here in Củ Chi?”

“Leave him alone,” Elias groaned, throat aching for the pleasant burn of a blunt. He could even go for a mushroom at this rate. It’d make the jungles and the dust laden camp a little more colorful and interesting. He’d definitely be picked off by a sniper, but what a way to go, high as a kite. “He’s just a kid.”

“Everyone is but you, old man.” Elias didn’t catch who snorted out that revelation but found it humorous all the same. “Lot of us are gonna grow up here before they toss our bodies into a crater.”

“I hate the smell of dead bodies,” Willis chimed in, before smiling at the cards in his hands, “I’m all in.”

“Maybe I am pushing thirty,” his gaze traced the metal frame of the bunk above him; everything was drab and utilitarian in nature. He missed the woven rugs, peacock chairs, and incense that Jeannie kept their place filled with. “But wisdom comes with age.”

Too bad wisdom won’t save your hide.

One thing was for certain: Elias Grodin wouldn’t make it out of this war alive.

……

Time at base evaporated in the dusty humidity before choppers were being filled with Alpha squad. M16s were loaded with fresh rounds, safety still flicked on in case turbulence ended with someone’s head getting shot clean off.

Christmas had passed in a haze of cigarette smoke, painfully sober. The young sergeant felt his altruism begin to fade like the early morning fog that lingered across the horizon as the sun rose.

He thought of his parents. His kid brother and sister. His wife.

Ex wife.

That idea made his gut coil tightly, thinking of the woman he once loved living a carefree life while a stranger no doubt warmed his side of the bed. Doyle nudged him with a boney shoulder as the helicopter blades sliced through the air, beginning it’s descent. If rain wasn’t pouring down like a monsoon, the heat would be baking them alive. Elias could already feel the sweat dripping down his brow and burning clear blue eyes.

Today, they were scouting past the DMZ, on the Cambodian border. They all feared another battle, considering how ill equipped and wet behind the ears the majority was. Even if Viet Cong soldiers were new to this game, they were always ruthless and tactical.

The Americans never were.

Alpha began humping over shallow foothills as the border was breached, hoping to secure some land on the trail to Hanoi. The city had already been bombed overhead, giving them a slight advantage. As much of an advantage as kicking the wasp’s nest could be.

Hauling ass across the border of Laos left them open for attack in the demilitarized zone. If there rules in war, none of them mattered here. Elias lead his men, using a rusted machete to break through foliage as company A forged their ow path through the jungles. Brush shook a few yard a way, guns cocked as the sergeant quickly reached for his own. Doyle’s sweat laden finger budged on the trigger, a few rounds colliding with the trunk of a teakwood. A frightened pangolin emerged from the underbrush, stubby legs waddling in the opposite direction.

“Be careful with that thing, private,” he scolded gently, wiping sweat from his brow with one hand, “Don’t want to give our position away.”

“Yessir,” the younger man saluted before pushing glasses up the bridge of a thin nose. Trek continuing through a dense thicket, a few monkeys screeching from the canopy of trees scraping the sky above. The sun was muted in the jungle though the humidity was assaulting the senses. Elias licked his lips, mouth salted from rivulets of sweat. The radio crackled, their commanding officer asking whereabouts when the RTO responded in a hissed whisper. No NVA seemed to be near, but letting their guard down was a sure way to get themselves butchered. The sergeant attempted to drown the distracting thoughts, his subconscious taunting him.

Kill the first, right? Even though your enemies are doing the same as you: survive and unwinnable war.

Knuckles were white, fingers wrapped harshly around the hilt of the knife. The blade sliced easily through a web of branches with a quelled rage. Now wasn’t the time to chide himself and think about the morality of mortality. Soon, shafts of sunlight were shining through the sparsening tree line. In front of them was a stretch of land that stretched out in planes between the jungle. Blue hills rolled in the distance. Doyle attempted to step forward before a muscular arm popped up.

“Watch it, boys.” Elias warned, having seen how these battles played out before. If they were lucky, they could crawl through the tall grass, watching for mines and avoiding an ambush. If they were unlucky…he didn’t care to think about that. “Spread out and stay low. Firearms at the ready.”

The gnarled machete was threaded through the leather holster, M16 quickly pulled from the strap diagonal across his torso. Beads of sweat decorated the lines of his freckled chest, staining canvas fatigues. It was a cliché, too still, too quiet…

Doyle, the RTO, and the rest of the privates spanned out as the bone-dry grass scraped against their knees. The crunch of their boots was as loud of breaking glass against the silent soundscape. It put his nerves on edge, made his mind race:

We’re going to die out here.

Crunches follow their every step as the men approached the bookending tree line. Doyle stopped suddenly, stifling a yawn as he turned on his heel.

“I think we’re clear, sarge!” his voice somewhere between a whisper and shout. Before Elias could even chide his underling again. A step forward changed everything. He’d run into a claymore, the PVC was sent flying, body torn to confetti as he fell to folded knees, slumping forward.

“Doyle!” Elias roared, suddenly frightened and forgetting his own command. Then hell was breaking loose. Commands were shouted in Vietnamese, likely telling the invisible soldiers to ‘Charge! Take the bastards down!’

Carnage was shed in a matter of seconds as his legs were carrying him to the edge where he took cover in a collapsing foxhole. Dirt rained down over tawny waves, helmet hooked firmly atop his rucksack. His RTO, Richards he thought, fell forward, bloody and riddled with holes.

“I’m not gonna make it,” he wailed, blood sputtering from between his dusty lips. Elias gritted, jumping up to empty a few rounds. He thought he saw one of the NVA fall before ducking down again. “I’m going out, man. The medic got his head blown off.”

Grodin didn’t know what to say. The man was going to die. They’d know each other for maybe a week. Hell, he didn’t even remember his name. Death wasn’t worth running from out here. The only thing that made it worse was not being able to comfort them in dying moments.

Instead, a large hand clapped a bloody shoulder, heart lurching as the man’s chest deflated. Eyes glazed over. Bullets sprayed over the meadow, eviscerating the rest of the squad in mere minutes. Dark clouds of blood blossomed from the shoulder of his uniform, shrapnel embedded in his left pectoral.

“This is Sergeant Grodin,” he winced while speaking through the radio. All my men are down: Willis, Doyle…I need back up. The VC is closing in.”

Hidden in the shallow foxhole, he only heard static as another wave of gunfire was released. There was only one thing that could save him now. Tears welled in his eyes as long fingers dipped into Doyle’s blood, pooling in the moist sod. It was the most macabre painting as he disguised himself as a corpse lying face down as boots squelched closer in the mud.

Then he waited.

[yoosungdaddy1]

High Broken boy Eren x reader

"Okay so we bout to smoke and before we hit the club I'm passing out these bitches" Sasha laughs holding up the bag of Mushrooms.

" Where's the blunt?' Eren ask Holding his hand out impatiently .

" Eren you okay ? You Seem stressed. " Mikasa says looking up at him beside her.

" I'm just annoyed " He response smoking the blunt and passing it to you. You shake your head refusing the blunt but he insist on you taking a turn. You take the blunt and past it to Sasha. 

" So where's Armin ?" You ask. Eren checks his phone.

" He texted me. He said he'll be ready for the club he's not smoking"  He answers finding his seat next to you.

" So Eren what happened with Annie?" Sasha ask being nosy with a devilish grin.

" She came by and amber alert over here answered the door and she went nuts. Attacking me accusing me of Fucking Y/n." He explains as Sasha giggles.

" I mean Look at her she's a babe and you guys do live together you sure you not fucking." Her and Mikasa Laughs.

" Hell no !" You shout before Eren could respond.

'Wow that's how you felt after I put you to sleep last night." He barks with a small grin.

" No fucking way! " Sasha shouts passing the blunt to Mikasa who's coughing on laughter.

You look at Eren and give a devilish smile. Your Eyes speaking to one another.

He wants to play games . We'll play game. 

" Oh you call that fucking? I thought that was your finger didn't know your dick was so thin." You respond matching his energy. He looks at you for a cold minute you both facing off, till you couldn't hold back. The both of you start laughing your asses off as he nudges your arm. Sasha and Mikasa look at each other confused then processed to laugh. You assume the weed was getting to you all.

" That was a good one Y/N I'll give you that but when you seriously wanna feel me in you-you  know where my room is." He says glazing into your eyes in all seriousness. You blush and lightly shake your head.

" Never in a million years" You whisper. He shoved his shoulders taking the blunt from Mikasa. 

" Your lost." He giggled.

" You play to much Eren." Sasha says getting up going into the kitchen. Mikasa was in a daze barely keeping her eyes open falling  over on Eren shoulders. 

" Hold this y/n'' He ask giving you the blunt. He stood up slowly picking up Mikasa and placing her in his room.

"She's fucked. " Sasha laughs stuffing her face.  Eren came back snatching the blunt out your hands.

" Sasha you and Connie owe me some damn snacks. " He shouts chasing her around the kitchen table. She laughs as he desperately tires to take the snacks out her hands. You could tell the two were high as hell.  You turn on the Tv to kill time going back to the movie you and Eren were watching earlier.

" Hey don't start that yet!" He shouts jumping on one side of you and Sasha on the other.

"You both reek of weed." You sprout in annoyance of how close they were.

" Rewind it some" Eren insist.

You didn't know he was actually paying attention to it like you was. You didn't mind though. The movie ended and Eren and Sasha ended up falling asleep on  each of your shoulders. You looked on your left , Sasha whispering chicken in her dream. You looked to your right, Eren's hair tingling your face, the smell of weed on his breath. You were truly irritated .

"  Idiots get up!"  You shout pushing both Eren and Sasha off you. 

"Holy shit it's 6 Connie's off.  I'll wake Mikasa be out by 7:30." Sasha yells going into Eren's room to wake Mikasa. Eren was still waking up his hair completely out his man bun and checking his phone. 

" Yo Sasha! Annie texted don't worry about me just give y/n a ride. I'm gonna pick her up Armin invited her." He shouts.

" Alright cool be ready Y/n I'll text you." Sasha says before leaving the room with a confused Mikasa.

"Alright bet." You get up going into your room getting ready. You had never been to a real club before partying wasn't really your thing even though you always wanted to try it out. You Revish though your clothing looking for something club worthy. You decided to wear a gold silk Cami, black mini skirt and gold heels. You gathered your things leaving your room it being 7:15. Eren was also preparing to leave. He was in the living room cleaning things up. He wore long sleeve silk sliver top and black dress pants. His hair in a tight bun only one strain in his face, A sliver wrist watch and small studs in both ears. You weren't gonna lie to yourself he looked good. You didn't realize you was staring.

" whoa are you fucking me with your eyes" He smirks catching you staring at him.

You start to blush, embarrassed.

"You're disgusting please but you do look good. " You admitted.

" So you were imaging me on you." He proceeds to say.

" It's okay to admit kind of hard not to besides I wouldn't mind the thought of you on me. " He giggles to himself.

" You're a real ass " You shouts face completely red. You didn't know what to think. He thought such bold statements were funny.

" Lighten up you'll probably smash and disappear right? That's your specialty." He mouths, opening the dorm door letting you go ahead of him.

You ignored his petty comment giving a petty smile. You toss your hands up walking in the other direction as him. You made your way outside just in time Sasha texted.

Sasha~ I parked behind your dorm hurry up!

You smile at her text and fast walk to her car.  She drove a Black Toyota RAV4 LE.

" You look amazing !" Sasha shouts from the driver side 

" Facts. " Mikasa nods.

You took your seat in back.

" Where's Armin?" You ask confused.

" Oh he's riding with Jean." Mikasa answers.

" Alright lets shake some ass!" Sasha shouts before speeding out the parking lot. After about 45 minutes you guys arrive at a club called Night Wilders.

Bigg Balls Mikasa~ We're here boys

Bigg Balls Armin~ Find a good spot We'll meet you guys inside.

After making it inside the club you all looked for a nice area. The club was quite large and very dark. The music was so loud you had to yell to hear each other. 

" Over here!" Mikasa shouts finding a big enough spot for all who was coming

" YO Where's the mushrooms" Jean shouts coming in behind Armin and Connie.

" You look amazing" Armin says grabbing your hand forcing you into a 360. You giggle at his enthusiasm. Sasha ran to Connie giving him a hug and a sexual kiss. Everyone in the group smirked at the interaction.

" Okay fuck later  where's the Mush Sasha?" Jean insist.

" Here everyone take one these things are no joke." She giggles still wrapped in Connie's arm. You all begin to each take one from the bag.

" Hold up save me one" Eren says pushing through he crowd, Behind him stood Annie. She looked surprised and angry to see you.

"  Annie how long your staying in town ?" Sasha ask grabbing her a mushroom.

" Just this week or mid-terms are coming up" She says clinging to Eren's shirt.

You finally finish eating the mushroom which wasn't as bad as you expected.

" Dance with me "Armin insist grabbing your hand and pulling you to him before you could say anything. He pulls your hips closer to his as your bodies move with the beat of the music.

" You're so Hot. " He laughs spinning you in circles. You laugh at his complements. His blue eyes glaring into yours. You didn't try to but you started checking him out. His neck exposed and vein visible , his shirt low enough to expose the very entrance of his chest.

" Hell your hot too." You smile. He blushes giggling to your complement. 

" Get a room" Mikasa laughs as the group started to dance near you two. You couldn't tell if the mushroom was getting to you or not, but everything felt funny. The music changed to fast beat and You, Mikasa and Sasha were completely out of it. Before you knew it strangers had started trying to grind behind you. 

" Get the hell away from them"  a voice said scarring off the guys that kept surrounding you all. You were to high to know what was going on.

" Hey Eren! Lets dance." You smile grabbing his hands and bringing  him closer to you. He didn't seem as high as you but you could tell he was out of it.

" What are you doing!' He smirks laughing at your dance moves. 

" He grabs your hands spinning you in circles as you laughed looking up at the ceiling changing colors You felt like you were on could nine. 

" Oh shit the drinking cup!" Jean interrupts.

" OH shit you Mikasa and Sasha shout making your way down the club line.

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