#hold on to your peaches and eggplants

[shadowsphere21]

I don’t advertise often, if at all (mainly because I don’t like pushing things down people’s throats), but I figure since I have all this art of the “unsafe” kind that I can’t post here, that I would let everyone know about it. Those who are interested can check it out — it is at your own discretion.

With the possibility of Pillowfort and Inkblot going under and Twitter…X…whatever….sinking rapidly (I jumped ship once that megalomaniac bought it), there are very few spaces left to show “unsafe” work (by unsafe I’m talking about work of the birthday suit kind, plus any activities enjoyed in said birthday suit). Most artists have opened up a Patreon for this kind of thing, which is smart…except Patreon has a habit of screwing artists over also so…I opened up a Buy Me a Coffee instead 😂 It appealed to me due to the flexibility of choosing to do either donations or memberships, and since I’m not active online very much because life, I can’t justify memberships at the moment. If anyone likes my stuff enough where they would like to be members let me know and I’ll consider it.

Art After Dark and SubscribeStar is where my uncensored stuff resides (things I don’t even put on on my website because of the lack of age-controls) and it allows you access for a $5-10 monthly donation. Every little bit helps and since things in life have been happening that have depleted my resources to an extent, your support is greatly appreciated, but definitely not obligated. Right now I create work for the two fandoms I love, but we’ll see where this goes in the future. I’m flirting with the idea of $5 donations because I have a lot of WIPs I would like to share yet the AI terminator bots are trying to kill us all (which makes for an unfortunate situation), but for the reasons stated in the above paragraph I haven’t taken this step yet. To navigate this more hostile artistic landscape has been a challenge, especially since you can sense the pitchforks out in the distance and there are very few places online now that allow for this kind of work to flourish.

I have a lot more projects down the pipeline and I’ll probably will talk about them more in my donation page than I will here. So for all those who like (and lurk 😏), this is just a small heads up on what’s been happening. Hope to see everyone around soon!

A list of places where you can find my spicer 🔥🌶️ stuff:

Bluesky

Art After Dark

SubscribeStar

DeviantArt (I use Glaze on my work to keep it protected from the AI terminator)

A Chaotic Garden (my SM art book, which is still ongoing, just taking a hiatus from it because it is very intensive and it requires more time than I have at the moment. However, you can find many pieces there that I haven’t shared publicly. I look to share more as the art book progresses, including WIPs and stuff)

[ariestrxsh]

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, rough face fucking, threesome, unprotected sex, degradation, facial, getting caught, mean!roughdomchris, mean!roughdom!matt

🖤 author's note: 🖤 this is part two of peaches & eggplants, and you can read part one here! i'm sorry it took me long to put this one out.

🖤 summary: 🖤 matt and chris teach you a lesson for embarrassing them in front of their fans. little do you guys know, you're all in for a little more embarrassment tonight.

peaches & eggplants part two

Chris' voice lingered in the air as he plunged his dick into your mouth in the back of Matt's car. "You know, when we first had the vibrating panties idea, I thought, that'll teach her to make Matt and I both cum while we're streaming," Chris told you, grunting as he held your head down, your lips wrapped beautifully around his cock.

"I really thought getting you off in a restaurant full of people would embarrass you. But about halfway through the appetizer, I realized how much you fucking liked it. Little whore," Chris moaned, tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail with his veiny hands while his head fell back against the headrest behind him.

He couldn't get enough of the way the inside of your soft, pretty mouth felt, but he needed more. While holding your head down, he bucked his hips up, coaxing more of his length into your throat and causing you to emit a gagging sound. "Take it like the little slut you know you are. That's it," Chris encouraged you while he face fucked you, using your mouth and your throat however he pleased, and you loved every second of it.

Matt couldn't help himself. He tilted down his rearview mirror so he could steal glances at you bobbing up and down, relishing in the sweet sounds of you struggling to breathe with his brother's dick in your airway. He kept one hand on the wheel and rested the other on his bulge, and he started gently caressing it and squeezing it through his jeans, desperate for some kind - any kind - of relief.

While Chris mercilessly used your throat, causing you to choke and tear up, he peered up and noticed Matt pawing at his lap. Chris yanked you up by your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Why don't you give my brother some?" Chris asked, studying your teary eyes. You nodded, and you climbed over the center console and into the passenger seat. Your eyes met Matt's for a moment, and he threw you a smirk before he fixed his gaze back on the road.

You started undoing his button and his zipper, pulling his hard cock out and tucking it behind your luscious lips. His hand immediately gripped your hair, shoving you down further onto his rod while he softly moaned. "Come on, I know you can take more," Matt hummed, smiling down at you, his eyes shifting back and forth between the back of your head and the dashboard window.

Chris pulled out his phone, pulled up the app controlling your vibrating panties, and subtly turned them on again. The buzzing against your swollen clit caused you to whimper with Matt's throbbing dick in your mouth, and he delighted in the way your vibrating lips excited all his nerve-endings. "Such a cock-hungry little slut. I can't believe how much you liked cumming in front of all those people," Matt chuckled at you, his fingers getting tangled in your hair.

He turned his attention back towards driving, anticipating what the other drivers on the road were going to do while you drooled all over his length. "You love distracting me with your pretty mouth, don't you?" Matt cooed, and you moaned in agreement with your lips encircling the base of his cock.

"Such a naughty girl. What are we going to do with you?" Matt wondered aloud, pulling into the driveway. He put the car into park and roughly picked your head up by your hair. "I know you can't get enough, princess, but we're home now," Matt smirked at your cockdrunk expression.

The three of you rushed inside, eager to finish what you'd started. Your knees wobbled as you made your way from the car to the front door, and both Matt and Chris made fun of you as you struggled to walk straight due to Chris turning the vibrating panties up to the next level.

You, Matt, and Chris didn't even make it past the living room before Matt pushed you back onto the L-shaped couch. He maneuvered himself between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side. "You've been such a bad girl," Matt cooed, looking into your eyes as he gave your cunt a nice, hard slap. You jumped and bit down on your lip with a satisfied expression on your face.

"You like that, don't you?" Matt asked, his lips curling into a devilish grin as he spanked your pretty pussy harder this time. You let out another pleasured cry. "Can you believe this little slut? She likes this," Matt asked his brother who was starting to pull down the straps of your dress. "I don't know. I don't think she likes it. I think she loves it," Chris smiled down at your tits as he freed them, reaching down to give them a hard squeeze.

Matt smacked your pussy again and again while you whimpered under his harsh touch, and Chris started unzipping his pants again and pulling out his intimidating length. He dragged the tip across your hard nipples, wetting them with the clear fluid that was leaking from him. Both you and Chris moaned in unison at the sensation. "Look at these pretty tits," Chris whispered, smacking the head of his cock against them and watching them recoil as he did this.

You heard Matt unzipping his pants as well, and you grew increasingly wet as you anticipated his next move. Matt pulled out his dick, took it into his hand and started slapping it against your clit. He let out a pleased sound as he began sliding it up and down your slick folds. You loved the way each boy was rubbing their tip against your most sensitive places, teasing you.

Matt finally slipped it into your hole and started rocking his hips back and forth faster, stretching you out. "Fuck, princess. I can't believe how wet you are," he said in a sultry voice as he watched his length disappear inside of you. Chris guided his cock towards your pretty, red lips, and he let out a soft groan as you generously accepted him into your velvety mouth.

They both watched in awe as your breasts bounced around while Matt fucked you. Chris squeezed them again, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive nipples. He stared down at you with his bedroom eyes as he fondled your tits. His facial expression was steeped in desire, his brow furrowed and his full, pink lips slightly parted. The boys' moans echoed through the room as they both became a little rougher with you.

Matt gripped your thighs, pushing them apart further as he sped up his thrusts, hitting deeper every time he drove his cock into you. Chris was grabbing your neck with one hand and your hair with the other as he held you still. Every time Matt grazed your gspot, your moans became louder and louder, giving Chris a wonderful sensation each time you did. They loved the way you let them use you and the way you took it so enthusiastically.

"Fuck. It's so hard to teach you a lesson when you're a filthy little slut who loves all her punishments," Chris whimpered, throwing his head back and letting out a primal sound. Matt drilled into you harder and faster than before, coaxing an orgasm out of you. Your legs trembled as Matt held them open and your eyes rolled back in your head while your climax tore through with an unstoppable force.

You were overcome with pleasure, rhythmically clenching Matt's rod as he was burrowed deep inside of you. "Oh my god," Matt groaned, savoring the way he could feel you throbbing around him and looking down to see your cum coating his cock as he pumped in and out of you. "I want a turn," Chris cooed, releasing your neck and your hair from his grip as he removed himself from your mouth.

He and Matt switched places. You could taste yourself as Matt replaced the empty space behind your lips with his pulsating member, and Chris filled your aching core, both of them entering you at the same time. They both began urgently thrusting into, grunting in unison as you laid beneath them. "You're such a slut. I bet you'd let us do anything to you," Chris whispered, pushing apart your legs and digging his nails into the insides of your thighs.

You glanced up at him and obediently nodded while Matt fervently pumped his cock in and out of your mouth. You loved being a sleeve for them to use, eager to please them any way you could. Your eyes danced between both brothers, the way their expressions were saturated with pleasure.

It was like a domino effect. The harder Chris fucked you, the more you moaned. The more you moaned, the more Matt, who was nestled behind your vibrating lips, grew closer and closer to the point of no return.

"You take us so well. It's like you were made to take us both at the same time," Chris cooed, hammering into you. Your legs, that were now resting on Chris' shoulders as he bottomed out with every thrust, began shaking as he brought you to the edge.

The way he spoke to you certainly wasn't going to make you last any longer. Your eyes began rolling back in your head as you became consumed by the powerful feeling washing over you. You were at the mercy of the two boys, relentlessly burrowing into your holes at both ends.

"I bet you couldn't cum if it was just one of us. You need both of us at the same time to finish, don't you? Little whore," Matt sneered, rocking his hips back and forth and rutting the tip up against the back of your throat. "She's a little slut, and she knows it," Chris replied, feeling your pussy tightening as you finished onto his rod.

The sounds of your moans, skin slapping against skin, and the three of you whimpering reached a crescendo as you came undone. You unraveled at the combination of the sensations, their words, and the sheer concept of being shared by two men at the same time. Your climax overpowered you, sending waves of satisfaction through your every extremity and transferring them to the two brothers who were inside of you.

At the same time, they both quickly pulled out of you. Chris busted his load on your pretty, pink pussy and Matt finished all over your face and your tongue that was eagerly waiting to taste his seed. They each let out a loud grunt as they both peered down at you, admiring the messes they were making on your flesh. "You love being our little cum slut, don't you, pretty girl?" Matt asked you in a sweet voice.

Suddenly, you heard a fourth person in the room clearing their throat. All three of you quickly turned your heads in the direction of the startling noise, and all six eyes landed on a jet-lagged Nick who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed with two suitcases at his sides and a duffel bag at his feet.

He'd been waiting there for about thirty seconds before anyone was aware of his presence. "I'd ask what I missed while I was gone, but I actually don't think I wanna know at all," Nick said with an annoyed and disgusted look on his face as he immediately left his bags behind and made his way up the stairs towards his room.

Stunned and at a loss for words, you all glanced at each other, waiting for some kind of delayed reaction or for someone to say something. Matt shrugged and finally broke the silence. "Oops. I guess Nick's back early."

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[killmeprettypleasee]

Price x Ftm!lieutenant!Reader general dating hcs pls and tyy

Dating headcanons W/ John Price.

Warning: SFW AND NSFW mentioned, clingy price, mentions of killing someone, slightly possessive Price, switch Price and switch reader.

SFW

Before you and Price started dating, the two of you are already close friends, you two joined the military together and trained together back then before you guys are in your current ranks.

He is very sweet to you and supports you being a trans person.

He found out you were trans waaaayyyy back then, and the way he reacts was kinda random..

"Wait.. so your one of those transformers robots????" He looked at you dumbfounded as he scanned the surgery scars on your chest.

He was very confused.. but still supports you!

When someone was being toxic to you he WILL and not hesitate to unalive them.

He loves you too much see😭

He'll give them the coldest death stared making their bones quiver in fear.

He will cuddle you, and be hella clingy.

Imagine.

You both at the halls of the base and he's just hugging you, not caring if anyone is watching.

He would call you to his office to just hold you and have you sit on his lap.

Hell, every once i a while he'll make you skip training just to have you there with him..

He will never let you out of his sight.

NEVER.

You're his sunshine afterall, his Marshmellow to the hot cocoa, his sauce to the spaghetti, his peach to the eggplant (okay thats just weird..)

When you're both at home, he wouldn't let you go out to buy groceries and insisted that he should be the one buying.

He's just scared because he overthinks that someone will kidnap you.

He doesn't even care if you know self-defense 💀

When both of you go out on a date he'll take you out to the beautiful restaurants ever, but he rather keep it simply

He'll even buy you beautiful clothes to match your date.

One time both of you went to a Chinese sea food restaurant that serves raw and fresh sea food.

He bought himself those tentacles cus he wanna try them out.

End up sticking to his face.

Both of you gotta go to the doctor cus the tentacles suction wont let go.

He was traumatized and both of you never went to those fresh sea food restaurant.

NSFW

After ever date there should a spicy intimate time with him.

He would bend you over when you both in your car or at your house.

Just somewhere private where both of you could fuck.

He loves dominating you, but sometimes he also likes it when you're the one dominating him

He likes it when you overstimulate him till he's a whining mess when you're taking the lead.

You just loos so sexy ontop him while riding his cock while calling him a good boy.

It makes his cock twitch when you do that.

And the way you moan just sends him over the edge.

But when he's the one in control he would bend you over doggy style and hit your prostate head on with his tip.

He absolutely loves when you moan out his name.

Its just so cute.

He likes raw sex.

He wanna make sure to mark your insides aswell your body to show who you belong.

He loves it when your cunt squeezed his cock.

He'll call you a good boy for that.

When both of you are more on the romantic side he'll be gentle and loving with you.

He'll caressed your body and worship you.

He loves touching your scars btw.

He thinks its fascinating.

"God baby.. you're so damn beautiful.. such a handsome boy eh?.." He softly praised against your ear as he touched your scars.

He grunted when your cunt tightened around him.

"You're getting so tight around me baby boy.. such a good boy huh?"

Yeh...

He sometimes think about having a child with you sometimes.

This man has an extreme breeding kink...

Sometimes he'll rub your lower belly while he's fucking you cunt, whispering praises while he day dream of getting you pregnant.

He's glad you have a cunt ngl.

He could just impregnate you anytime..

But you're still a soldier and you still wanna keep the job so he respects that.

He'll wait when he's allowed to Impregnate you.

But he wont stop fucking you raw.

Sooo you have no choice but to go on birth control🤷.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Quick! Info dump about your favorite blorbo!

König headcanons

NSFW content below the cut, 18 + only (These apply to yandere König as well, the toxic stuff is marked with a red flag 🚩)

Does like 50 crunches and 50 pushups first thing in the morning when he wakes up, as he has done since he was a teenager.

Will fix everything from cars to furniture. If the door is creaking he will oil the hinges immediately. Actually, he will treat every single thing in life as a problem... A problem he will fix.

He's great at math and physics and has vast amounts of knowledge about mechanics, thermodynamics, even things like quantum theory and other complex astronomy stuff.

He's completely clueless when it comes to following trends and memes. You have to explain every other tiktok to him. He rarely uses emojis but when he does, it's awkward and slightly intimidating because König doesn't know the hidden meanings behind them. If you send him an eggplant or peach emoji he asks if you need veggies from the store.

Loves your cooking (even if it's just microwaved mac and cheese). If you start to feed this man, you'll never get rid of him.

This is your classic mama’s boy who never had to learn how to cook and then went to the army and got used to the facility taking care of him so… yeah. Doesn't know how to cook but will try to help in any way he can! König is very excited to see you’re making food and wanders into the kitchen like “What are we making today?” You can try and give him a chopping board, an onion and a knife, but this poor man doesn't even peel the onion unless you tell him he has to remove the outer layer first...

Eats like a horse. Is secretly afraid that you run out of food. Goes to the fridge and if it's half full, he will not take the snack he was supposed to have, only comments: "The fridge looks empty." (It's not a passive aggressive statement, he's just worried.)

Also: everytime there's a crisis somewhere – he follows the news neurotically – König starts to prep. There's a month's worth of food stashed in one of the cupboards at all times. He also preps fuel, propane, medicine and the like.

Ruins all the fun when you're playing board games because he fusses about the rules so much. König holds the rulebook in his hand through the whole game and double-checks every single thing.

He's very clumsy, sometimes hits his head on the door frame when he's in a hurry or visiting a new place. He can't stay still either, always shakes his leg when he’s sitting. König needs a lot of exercise when he's not deployed to get all that energy and frustration out.

This has been discussed earlier but yeah, König even drops his mags sometimes in the field because he's too excited. He's a very capable martial artist though. Has done Savate, Escrima and Pekiti-Tirsia Kali and is very agile and precise with the double kali sticks he carries to field sometimes. Suddenly his clumsiness disappears when he has to knife someone, kick someone in the head or beat them to death with those sticks.

This is the reason König fucked up his sniper dreams too: having to control his breath, lie still for long amounts of time, then take aim and shoot a rifle vs. aiming during an adrenaline high, giving a tight spurt or two with his SMG… The latter just comes naturally to him! If you ask him how he managed to take down a human trafficking cell all alone König will say he simply "got carried away."

König goes to the gym a lot. Gets back super pumped and with an urgent need to make love. But not before he's had a cold shower! It's almost like a ritual: he has to torture himself with weights and cold water first before he can have his prize (= access to a woman)

Wakes you up in the middle of the night because he started to worry about petty, stupid things and then got a lil horny. Humps your leg or your back very, very slowly while grunting in your ear: "Hey... Hey. Are you sleeping…?" (Like. Yes, König, I was but I'm not anymore, thanks for asking)

Asks what kind of fantasies you have all of a sudden while you two are cuddling. Asks very detailed questions about them too. If you ask him what kind of fantasies he has in return, König will tense up and then say he doesn't really know, perhaps something like… a blowjob in the forest… And somehow you just know that his real fantasies are so perverse you don't even want to know more about them.

If you "nag" or yell at him, he might get a boner.

If you notice and get offended, ask: "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!' König will freeze and look at you with a bewildered, obsessed stare and go: "Ja..?" while the boner situation in his pants gets visibly worse.

🚩 Would never go to bed before you've settled your argument. The problem is that it's very difficult for König to apologize because he always thinks he's in the right and that you simply need some time to come to that conclusion too. If you give him the silent treatment he will eventually come to you, gets all touchy and asks surprisingly demurely: "Are you still angry with me?"

🚩 The minute you forgive him or decide it was a stupid argument anyways, the demure puppy act disappears. König thinks he won and that it's time for some makeup sex ❤️

Has like the longest cock known to man. He has actual trouble finding comfortable underwear to fit that beast into. It's beautiful but intimidating, uncut, smooth and sleek. Not too thick but certainly not thin either. He likes to keep himself tidy down there too so the lack of hair makes this murder weapon look even bigger.

You two occasionally break furniture while having sex. It's mainly his fault (he gets carried away). He's very upset about it afterwards though, looks at the destruction he caused, muttering "Scheisse…" while rubbing the back of his neck. Then he tries to fix it while you're still there with your legs shaking and in need of aftercare.

If you remind him that he has other duties first, perhaps whimper his name in frustration, König will apologize and carry you to bed. He gives you that precious aftercare with unwavering passion and attention every time you ask for it ❤️ He's just a little clueless sometimes (König is also neuroatypical, either has AD/HD or falls somewhere in the autism spectrum)

🚩 Hates condoms with an intense passion. You're practically forced to take birth control pills or whatever so that he can cum inside you. This man's whining will ultimately gain a level that's absolutely ridiculous if you don't.

The first time you do it without the rubber, he sounds like he's about to cry. He tells you a hundred times how good it feels, and won't pull out until he grows soft and is kind of forced to do so. For a man who's never even heard of a breeding kink, he seems vehement about keeping his load inside you.

🚩Grunts and whispers loving but obsessive things in your ear while making love to you. You're mine, Say it, Promise that you're mine, I don't want to live without you, Why do you feel so good? at first… but as he approaches his peak, König switches to German. You have no clue what he’s saying, but from the way he spits those sentences through gritted teeth you get the feeling that it must be something desperate and that perhaps it's a blessing you don't understand his native tongue...

🚩🚩If you leave your phone on the table he tries to stalk it and check the notifications. He's so jealous it's unreal, if he sees you receive a message from some other guy König will start a circus. He needs to know all about your connection with this man. After that, he wants you to go through your contacts and show him how many guys there are and tell him what your affiliations are with them. If you're on social media König wants to go through your friends/those you follow. You have to give an account who they are and why you follow them.

🚩🚩🚩 You get a feeling he's forming a list of people he has to kill if you don't tell him they're just a cousin or something 💀

[tgmsunmontue]

Life is too short to waste time matching socks... (1/5) WIP I

Hangster and Bob/Javy/Nat - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad.

                Bradley opens his locker and startles a little as something falls onto his head from where it was obviously balanced just on the door of his locker. Two pairs of socks, still in the cardboard sleeve, one with peach emojis and the other with eggplants. His first reaction is to roll his eyes, because it’s a little juvenile, butt and dick emoji socks. He knows none of the Dagger Squadron have a problem with him being gay. It would be a little hypocritical for some of them, considering at least half of them identify somewhere in the rainbow community, and they’ve had drunken rambling talks about it, about always having to strive to prove themselves and maybe that’s why they’ve all succeeded to become as good as they are.

                “Uh… are these a joke?”

                No-one says anything and he shrugs, puts the socks into his bag for home.

…            …            …

                “You’re not subtle. Well, actually, maybe you are, because he’s not figured it out yet.”

                “Maybe he’s figured it out and is just not interested in me like that so is just… pretending to not know so he doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

                Javy and Nat both snort.

                “What?”

                “Okay, for a start, when has he ever tried to spare your feelings?”

                “We’re friends now. Sort of.”

                “Yeah. Sort of. Because he wants to dick you down.”

                “Classy Trace, real classy.”

                “I’m sorry, since when have you ever cared about class? You’ve got a hardon for a guy that wears Hawaiian shirts by choice.”

…            …            …

                “Someone gave you socks and you think they’re… playing a prank? Normally the socks are covered in itching powder, or shoes with shaving foam, buckets of water above the door, laces tied together…”

                “It’s what’s on the socks. Here. Look.”

                Mav stares at them. Looks up to Bradley.

                “Farm produce?”

                Bradley winces, he really doesn’t want to have to explain the double meaning of the emojis to a man nearing sixty.

                “God your face. I’m old, I’m not dead. I know what those mean.”

                “So, do you think someone’s making fun of me?”

                “For what?”

                “Uh. Being gay? Having a, um, actually, never mind…”

                “You a bit of a shower huh?”

                “Jesus Mav…” Bradley mutters as Mav just laughs.

                “Clearly nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe someone’s paying you a compliment. Or they have a weird way of flirting? I don’t know what you kids do these days.”

                “I think we’re too old to be classified as the kids of today, considering some of my friends have kids who they’re already struggling to understand.”

                “Everyone’s a kid to me.”

                “Yeah well, you are ancient.”

                “Hey! You’re meant to respect your elders!”

                It’s Bradley’s turn to laugh and it’s good, their relationship slowly healing. Of course, Penny sitting them both down and acting as mediator; forcing Mav to tell him that it had been his mom’s wish… He no longer has moments of fleeting anger and resentment, realizing that life is too short to hold this grudge when he’d worked around it anyway, that it hadn’t actually seriously impacted his career progression, that it had simply been the lying and lack of support which had felt like the deepest of betrayals.

                When he gets back to his accommodation he picks up the socks holds them in his hands, they’re good quality, brand new and unused and while it was clearly three pairs he’s only been given the two and he wonders if the other person has kept a pair for themselves. He’s desperate to know, a building mystery. He knows it has to be a fellow aviator, because they were delivered to his locker. So definitely an aviator. Or someone close enough to ask one of them to do it for them.

                He can figure this out.

…            …            …

                “Is this getting even more painful or is it just me?”

                “If I didn’t know better I’d think they were secretly together and winding us up, but Jake can’t act to save himself, so… he’s actually gone on him.”

                “They have a very weird way of showing each other that they like each other…”

                “Well… Rooster grew up with Mav as his role model. Were we expecting him to be normal?”

                “You raise a valid point.”

                “And Jake… well. His parents are so much older than him, his older brother pretty much raised him and he isn’t exactly the most, uh, demonstrative of guys?”

                “Is that a diplomatic way of saying he’s a bag of dicks?”

                “Don’t you like dicks?”

                “I like dicks when they’re attached to guys I like, I would make a hard pass on a bag of lose dicks just jiggling around like that…”

                Javy and Bob exchange slightly horrified looks.

                “Hey, what are you guys talking about?”

                “Bags of detached dicks…” Bob says, pushing his glasses up his nose and somehow maintaining a completely straight face.

                “I’m... I’m sorry I asked. I’ll leave you to it,” Rueben says, doing a sharp one-eighty and heading back out the way he came in.

                The three of them burst into laughter and it’s a nice break from their moan and groan session discussing the problem of Hangman and Rooster and their combined obliviousness. How they’re both so intelligent but so equally clueless makes the three of them despair.

                “Okay. I’m going to invite them both to dinner and then stand them up, so they have to have dinner together.”

                “Yeah, they could just get up and leave…”

                “No, they won’t, I’ll make sure of it,” Natasha states and the other two decide not to argue any further.

                “I’m going to suggest we do an escape room, and then need to take an emergency call… one of you are going to need to be my emergency call,” Bob says, looking between them, flushing a little as Javy simply looks at him and smiles.

                “I’m going for tried and true. I’m going to lock them in a room and then text them both and then let them sort it out.”

                “Looking them in a cupboard, real mature.”

                “As mature as them. The solution needs to match the problem. He gave him socks with butt and dick emojis.”

                “Yeah okay, you raise a fair point…”

                “Anyway, if the dinner and escape room ideas don’t work then I think we'll all be ready to lock them up. Or bang their heads together.”

…            …            …

PART TWO

[unbranded-chaos]

are

you going

to eat

that crazy food?

can i please

have some of

it too?

oh i hope

that it

does not

give you indigestion

that

was once

a

true phantasy of mine.

———

SHUCKS ITS FUSSING BONKERS AT THE FARMERS MARKET

WE DROVE THE GOSH DANG JEEP AND THERES NO PLACE TO PARK IT

WHAT THE FUSS

CUSS

CHECK OUT THAT

LAZY

DUDE WITH ALL THAT

CRAZY FOOD

Handing ample samples out to known customers

Fussing find thag punk if shucks ever gets dire gosh dang he’s superman!

who the hecks his supplier?

RAPUNZEL RAPUNZEL LET DOWN YOUR SPAGHETTI

seriously though

he’s packing chow like confetti?

READY?

shucks uhm

Allspice, amaranth, artichoke, acai Banana, barley, basil, bay leaves, bok choi chai Seitan pot pie, marbled rye Bedhi’d black eyed peas, bing cherries Chioggia beets, hold the meats, gooseberries Cayenne chestnut, chia, coconut, custard Dahlia dates, saffron, dijon mustard (YOU’RE FLUSTERED!!!!) Durian, curry, kale, kasava Clove, eggplant, flax, demitasse, kava Garlic, kumquat, lychee, oca root Jalapeños, garbanzos, starfruit, snakefruit Lavender, lime, karela, kohlrabi Juniper, jak, wakame, wasabi Papaya, papalo, marigold, mango Oregano, sake, lemon, luo han guo, Kiwi, catnip, carolina reaper, Egusi, icaco(why cant this be cheaper??), Poppies, asparagus, Queen Anne’s carrots Broccoli, a gac,

and thatsll take care of us

YOU HAVE MORE???

WHERE FOURTH DOES THOUST OBTAIN SUCH CRAZY FOOD THOU CRAZY FUSS????

COLLARD GREENS BUTTER BEANS VANILLA

POMEGRANATE PINEAPPLE SARSAPARILLA

RAMBUTAN DRAGONFRUIT TAPIOCA

ATEMOYA AKEBIA ROSE MOCHA

AMANITA MUSCARIA CHIVE POTATOES

WATERCRESS SPROUTS QUINOA TOMATOES

PARSLEY SAGE ROSEMARY

Almost seems like this should be illegal.

(Will these even FIT in the veichle???)

…

…

WATERMELON MARIJUANA RHUBARB

TAMARIND TARRAGON TURNIP SWISS CHARD

BLUEBERRY CARAWAY FENNEL CACAO

BOYSENBERRY CUMIN CANTALOUPE (😨)

CELERY SESAME YAM ANISE ZENIA

KOLAS GRANOLAS MARCONAS GARDENIAS

LENTIL CABBAGE VITAL WHEAT GLUTEN WIENER

GHOST PEPPER MUENSTER GEWURZTRAMINER

APPLE FIG PEAR PEACH

PINE HAZEL WALNUT BEECH

SPELT MILLET TEFF TARO

SHALLOT GINGER MACA FARRO

YARROW KALENDULA KOMBU CHLORELLA

CILANTRO PECAN CITRON PORTOBELLA

PUMPKIN RADISH ONION RICE

GINKGO OLIVE MAPLE ICE

THYME STRAWBERRY

PAPAYA CATTAIL SHERRY

MULBERRY PLUM MIMOSA

ARGYREIA NERVOSA

CUCUMBERS MAYPOPS SHAMROCKS

What's with the HEMLOCKS?!

BOURBON APRICOTS SOUR

TRUFFLE SAMPHIRE FLOWER

SQUASH ZUCCHINI MACARONI PORCINI VERMICELLI

AVOCADOS PISTACHIOS CINNAMON ROYAL JELLY

PERSIMMONS HEMP HEARTS GREEN GODDESS

CELASTRUS PANICULATUS

KOMBUCHA AND ORANGES.

Cash only?! Uhhhhh nevermind.

(something idk)

Guess who!!!!

hmmmm

i think it’s akaru, apollo, lea, or asher !!

also this looks like this was entirely typed by hand you good? /silly

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

Incorrect quotes for Rayman!

I have yet not seen any for one of my favorite series, so I made my own. Hope you enjoy! These take place all over the games and media Feel free to add your own!

Rayman just waking up: *yawn*…. Why can’t I feel my body?

Ly holding his head: that’s because your bodyless

Barbara: Do you think yelling “PARKOUR” will allow me to survive running down there? *pointing to a long hallway with swinging blades, livingstones and fire spouts*

Rayman: No, not at all. . . You have to yell “YOLO”.

Ramon: you have no idea what it’s like to be used for evil and have blood on your hands.

Rayman: *flashbacks to the time he got tricked by an evil teensie to gather lums to power on a doomsday device and the times he went raiding with Barbara*

Rayman: *nervesly* haha yea….. *strained smile rubbing the back of his head*

Phantom directing the scene: why aren’t you in the provided dress for this shot?

Rabbid Peach: I was given a dress?

Rayman in a pink elegant dress behind them: Well that explains why it’s a bit tight but I’m not taking it off.

Voodoo Mama: We’re gonna need to somehow trick them *ponders a bit before turning to Rayman with a sinister smile*

Rayman slowly backing away looking nervous: last time you looked at me like that I ended up with three hands, a tail and a bald head.

Razorbeard in his mech: Die already!!!

Rayman who just dodged another attack : no

Betilla: what do you want?

Citizen: I want you to tell your eggplant monster that he should get down to the village and-

Betilla: Why does everyone call Rayman an eggplant? He only wears purple? It’s not his skin color, do you think his hoodie is apart of him? What the heck do you think the red part is? Some weird lose skin?

Citizen: well, that’s not the point some nightmares have-

Betilla: By your logic would I be some kinda cucumber or string bean? If someone wears blue does it make them a blueberry?!?

Citizen: Um….

Betilla: I mean, I did use an eggplant to make him but I used a lot of other ingredients as well! Why do people only focus on the eggplant part? It wasn’t even the craziest thing I used!

Citizen: What?

Globox: HUmmm…….

Employee: Sir please just order, there is a line behind you.

Globox: Oh! I already know what I want to get, I’m just figuring out how much I need to get for my kids. I have a lot of math to do… Ok so 257 hate that one….

Employee: Excuse me?

Ly flipping though a book: There has to be something here!

Globox: have you found a way to turn Rayman back to normal?

Ly: No not at all! There has to be something!

Raymesis: Hey guys what going on here? Are we getting food?

Globox: Oh Rayman!

Raymesis: Yes I am Rayman.

Ly: We’re where just looking for a remedy for one of Globox’s kids…. Who got sick… yea.

Raymesis: Yes sounds bad, I shall help because of heroics and stuff!

Ly whispering to Globox after Raymesis is some distance away: I have no idea how to heal him!

~Meanwhile~

Rayman in his own bed sick: Why do I feel like someone’s mocking me?

Rayman who is wearing his Rabbid disguise:

Rabbid standing next to him:

Rayman:

Rabbid:

Rayman: *takes a side step*

Rabbid: *glances over at Rayman before being smashed by a piano with a another Rabbid falling on top holing a rope*

Rayman: *evil smiles and thumbs up to his other hand above that has a box cutter*

Pink: Rayman! Stop chocking Red!

Rayman: *turns and walks towards pink until he is looking up at her* I can’t I think my hands just hate him.

Red: *still being choked by Rayman’s hands struggling and failing to fight them off*

Ly: Goodnight.

Murfy: it’s not even lunch time.

Ly: I’m following Rayman’s lead, I don’t want to deal with this today so Goodnight.

[iamfruitie]

Anti and Mad sexting to Mare and Dark?

“How does sending an eggplant and a peach mean anything?” Mad asked, sitting on the bed with Anti as they both held their phones. They were leaning against the headboard and each other, both wearing some comfy clothes since it was late in the evening. They were texting Mare and Dark since they were out on a late job, and Dnti had suggested getting the two worked up so it’d be a fun ride home for them. 

“It’s supposed to be a dick and an ass.” Anti explained, pressing ‘send’ on Mad’s phone before doing the same to his own. Anti sent a combination of a tongue emoji, water droplets emoji, and an eggplant emoji. Mad had no idea what that was supposed to mean either, but saw it appear in the group chat the four of them had that they were sending the messages to.

“I still don’t see it.” Mad shrugged. “But how would sending that work them up?” 

“It’s only the beginning. Gotta start a little silly before getting into the good stuff.” Anti started typing up some more and sending it.

“‘I hope you two come here soon.” Mad read the message out loud. “You spelled ‘come’ wrong.”

“No, I didn’t.” 

“But you have a ‘u’ in it and forget the ‘e’.” 

“Mad, honey, I did that on purpose.” 

“How would they cum-oh!” Mad finally got it. 

“Let’s try something different for you,” Anti suggested, getting off the bed and grabbing one of Dark’s thin, white button-ups. “Take your clothes off” 

“Why?” Mad started taking his shirt off anyways, used to random instructions from Anti. 

“Because you’re going to send a fun little picture to Mare and Dark that’ll make them regret leaving us behind.” Anti had slipped into the bathroom and got the shirt wet so it would be see-through. He came back in after wringing out as much water as possible, he made sure to use warm water so it wasn’t too uncomfortable for Mad. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to do the picture? You’re a lot better at looking…sexy than I am.” Mad was now naked on the bed, waiting for further direction. 

“Now, you know that’s not true.” Anti sat the shirt on the bedside table before heading to Mad. He had planned on working Mad up a little for the picture anyway, so he didn’t mind using it as an excuse to get Mad to have some more confidence. “You are just as tempting as me, hell, you can be even more desirable than me without even thinking.” Anti placed his hands on Mad’s thighs and gave them a little squeeze, grinning when that and the words got a little whimper from Mad. “There’s a reason Mare and Dark are so weak for you.” His hands slid to Mad’s inner thighs and squeezed again. “I struggle to keep my hands off of you as well~” Anti started kissing Mad’s neck, hearing how Mad was already breathing heavily from this alone, and a glance down showed how he was already getting harder and harder. 

Perfect.

“A-Anti~” Mad squeaked when Anti gently ran his hand up and down the side of his cock a few times before finally pulling away when he was fully hard. “Anti.” That came out as a whine. 

“Let’s get the picture, and then I’ll give you all of the attention while we wait~” 

“Okay.” Mad agreed but had a bit of a pout. 

“Keep that pout.” Anti winked and grabbed the wet shirt, putting it on Mad and kissing him on the forehead. He stepped back and grinned when he saw that it was just how he thought it would be. The shirt pressed against Mad’s skin and would show the parts that touched the fabric. “We’ll have you kneel on the bed, jut your hips out a bit and hold one hand up towards your mouth while you put the other between your knees.”

“Um…” Mad made some noises as he moved, getting into position as Anti said. “Like this.” 

“God, you look delicious~” Anti praised, seeing that got more red to appear on Mad’s cheeks. “Stay just like that.” He took Mad’s phone, snapped a picture of him, and sent it to the chat. “And now, to play while we wait~” Anti giggled and set both of their phones aside to let Mare and Dark struggle for those last few minutes while he dove back on the bed and gave Mad that promised attention. 

[a-lonely-dunedain]

for the OC fruits n' veggies interview~

tossdir: red apple, carrot, mango

ethedis: cucumber, eggplant

margim: onion, broccoli, hot pepper

celeair: peach, leafy green, strawberry

oooh that's a lot of good ones! sorry it took me a bit tho lol

Tossdir!

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

Would it be cheating to say Meneldir? Everyone already knows that! So let’s say post Sarch Vorn… hmmm, that’s a tough one, he’s very close to a lot of people. 

There’s his older cousin and last living family member/sort-of almost father figure Bragadir, who stepped in to help raise Tossdir after both of his parents died tragically and Babyranger-Meneldir was still unequipped to care for his kid brother. Bregs says he’s not the best at it, but he’s Trying His Best and cares SO much about lil Toss ;-;

Then there’s Galasebdir and Gorwen, who provided much needed support after he lost everything in Sarch Vorn, and did everything in their power to help him feel welcome among the rangers again after his long absence. The ones who so adamantly tried to show Tossdir that he wasn’t alone during one of the most painful times in his life, and were probably the first rangers he befriended and truly felt like he belonged with after being away for so long.

And then of course there’s his best friends and traveling companions, Etheids and Corunir! The ones who would go to hell and back with him, the ones who always have his back in and out of combat! Ethedis always being there with encouraging words and an infectious smile, Corunir who seems to have a much deeper understanding of what he’s been through than most others.

If I had to pick one to say he values the most though, I would say Bregadir but it’s Close. All of these people are very very important to him, but he has known Bregadir for the longest.

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

In tests of physical fortitude Tossdir is incredibly tough, he can take beating after beating and get right back up to fight afterwards (even when he really should stay down so he doesn't die oops)

However when it comes to tests of mental fortitude, (like the Nazgul’s dread/black breath, the Grey Fear’s bodysnatching, and whatever the heck is going on with Saruman) he’s… well I wouldn’t call him weak by any means, but he’s really ill equipped to fight against these things. I think that most powers of The Enemy are generally more potent against people who are experiencing a lot of grief or don’t have much hope, and unfortunately for Tossdir that puts him at a pretty severe disadvantage, and he can’t hold out as long as other Dunedain might be able to.

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

I generally associate Tossdir with red, browns, and green (in that order). The meaning behind red is pretty clear I think, it’s a color that’s strongly associated with Meneldir and is most prominent on Tossdir’s scarf that originally belonged to him. I also think red is Tossdir’s favorite color as well, it looks good on him and matches his hair.

As for the browns and greens, I just think they offered a nice contrast to all the reds and they’re also very ranger-y colors in my mind (and strikingly absent from Meneldir’s design, save for the pale grey-green in his eyes)

Ethedis!

🥒 [CUCUMBER] How innocent are they (unaware to the bad happenings around them)?

Around the start of the epic line? Very! She’s been Elrond’s apprentice in Rivendell for a very long time before this, and the trip to Ered Luin was really her First Big Outing and real exposure to the danger of the world. Before that she was kinda sheltered. That’s not to say Elrond didn’t try to prepare her for the dangers outside of Rivendell, but hearing about something is a lot different from seeing it firsthand y’know? 

Like she knows things are dangerous out here, but it takes a little bit for it to really sink in for her. I think she gets a very rude awakening when she can’t save Amdir. Up until that point she had at least been able to save people, like the sick dwarves in Ered Luin and Prince Avorthal. There was very real danger but everyone was more or less ok in the end, unlike here in Breeland, where Ethedis’ first ranger friend Amdir dies horribly and she really can’t save anyone. Not Amdir, not the other rangers, no one.

it really got to her, and she promised herself that she wouldn't let something like this happen to her new ranger friend Tossdir

[EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

Y’know surprisingly she’s not used by people all that much. Despite the fact that I write her as very friendly and trusting, I don’t often put her in situations where people take advantage of that. I think that’s just because it’s something I personally wouldn’t like to see happen to her I guess. I mean there’s the Sara Oakheart thing of course, but besides that she generally has someone (usually Coruinr) watching out for her, so her trusting nature usually isn’t taken advantage of (even though by all accounts it probably should be)

Margim!

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

It’s very hard to make her cry. She’s an expert at burying her emotions when she starts to get upset, by necessity rather than choice. Anytime a topic that really strikes a nerve is brought up, she just gets stone faced and shows no outward reaction; save for being even quieter than usual.

The only time she can cry is when she really, truly, lets her guard down. So far Celeair is the only person she’s ever been able to cry in front of. As for a surefire way to get her to cry, I would say if you somehow managed to get her talking about her childhood. She remembers very little of it, but she knows enough for it to be incredibly traumatic. I don’t really want to go into too much detail about that, but suffice to say, it was pretty bad.

🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

Margim doesn't consider herself to be a Black-Numenorean, but thanks to her appearance she’ll never be able to escape having an association with them. Yellow eyes and blackened blood are kinda hard to look past after all, especially if you know what those traits mean. There’s a lot of reasons to hate Black-Numenoreans, but I don’t feel like most of them apply here just because Margim would never call herself one. 

The title of Black-Numenorean is given to those who choose to serve Sauron after all, and Margim never willingly did so, but unfortunately she still got stuck with the marks denoting her as one who has. And those marks are what she hates the most, a constant, inescapable, reminder of where she came from and the evil that is tied to it.

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

UNGRAKOR 100%. BITING KILLING MAIMING 

Even though Margim will likely never know that he’s actually her biological father, she would hate his guts anyway. He’s the Captain of the Pit, the one who oversees Udun and is both directly and indirectly responsible for all the horrible shit that goes on there, she has every reason to hate him! 

I mean don’t get me wrong, she’s terrified of him, he’s got a reputation and she’s well aware of the things he’s capable of, but I think that fear could turn into bloodlust reaaaal quick if she got pushed in the right direction.

Celeair!

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

*slaps top of Celeair (gently)* THIS BAD BOY CAN FIT SO MUCH KINDNESS IN THAT MASSIVE HEART OF HIS.

I think his kindness most often manifests as just gentleness. Not just when he’s tending to someone’s injuries, but also how he’ll always be ready to offer his shoulder to cry on and softly speak words of comfort and encouragement. His kindness is quiet and soft like a warm blanket, always there when you need it.

He’s also the kind of guy who will gift people random trinkets that make him think of them. Margim offhandedly mentions that dandelions are her favorite flower? Well guess he’s always going to stop and pick her some whenever he comes across a patch of them! You say blue is your favorite color? Well now he wants you to have this neat blue feather from one of his bird friends! he just likes to give people little things he finds, a lil reminder that he's thinking of them :>

🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way?

He’s just a simple guy who wants to heal people and talk to trees. Sure, maybe he could learn to blast fire out of his hands or call down lightning upon his foes, but why would he? At the end of the day he’s a pacifist who wants nothing more than to ease the hurts of those around him and cuddle with his cool wife. Truly, the kind of guy we should all aspire to be. He is quite content to be out here living the cottagecore dream

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

He absolutely loves them! Small and large woodland creatures? Flowers and tiny mushrooms? That half-stifled laugh Margim does when he makes a bad joke? They’re all adorable to him and he loves them SO much!

[the ask game]

[katsu28]

i LOVE ur writing smmm could you please do jj maybank x reader where u guys get sent to go grocery shopping and end up getting kicked out because u were messing around 🫶

ur the sweetest ily!!! <3 i enjoyed writing this so much, thank you for the amazing request!!

supermarket shenanigans

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: see request! 

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, allusions to sex, inappropriate behavior for a grocery store lol 

masterlist + taglist

(gif found on pinterest!)

“Yo, d’you think John B would notice the difference between regular cheddar and extra cheddar Goldfish?” You glanced over at JJ from where you were scanning the shelves for the brand of popcorn Pope had asked for, where he was holding two almost identical looking bags of the tiny fish shaped crackers. “Like, I know he asked for extra cheddar but I kinda wanna get the regular one just to fuck with him.” 

“You really wanna get between John B and his Goldfish, don’t come crying to me when he cuts your dick off in your sleep,” You replied, to which JJ’s eyes widened, and he instantly tossed one of the bags back onto the shelf. 

“Copy that. What else do we need?” He asked, making his way over to slide his arms around your torso as he peered over your shoulder to look at the list on your phone. 

You and JJ were on grocery duty this week, and seeing as the only thing left in the Chateau fridge was the stale butt end of some old bread, the two of you had quite a shopping trip ahead of you. 

“Frozen pizzas and…Eggo waffles.” You recited off the list, maneuvering the shopping cart towards the frozen foods section with JJ hot on your tail. 

The blast of cold air from the freezer as you yanked the door open raised goosebumps on your arms, but was a cool escape from the sticky heat of a summer day in the Outer Banks. You’d stay inside this air conditioned store forever if it weren’t for the impatient blond teenage boy currently sagging against you with his entire body weight. 

“I’m bored,” He whined, digging his forehead into your shoulder. 

You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose, because although you loved JJ, the heat radiating off his body was stifling. “Get away from me, J, you’re too hot!” 

“Don’t I know it, babe.” 

“Not what I meant.” You groaned, unpeeling yourself from him. “Why don’t you head over to pick up some fruit? Sarah wants white peaches and grapes.” 

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone. Holler if you need something off the top shelf, short stuff.” JJ huffed, but you knew he was just poking fun at you. 

“Kie said she also wants strawberries and bananas for smoothies!” You called after his retreating form, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the haphazard hand he waved over his head in response. JJ disappeared around the corner, and you went back to browsing the frozen pizzas. 

It didn’t take long before you heard pounding footsteps coming back your way, then JJ’s voice. 

“Babe, babe, look,” He sounded a tad too gleeful for your liking, and you already knew he was about to show you something he wasn’t supposed to. Turning around, your eyes clocked in on the eggplant he was holding over his crotch, then flicked up to his shit eating grin with a raised brow. “Look at my schlong, babe!” 

“You wish it was that big.” You snickered. 

JJ looked immediately offended, head cocked and nose wrinkled in maximum offense taken at your words. “Not cool.” 

“Sorry.” 

“So not cool.” He muttered, chucking the eggplant into the cart with a childish pout. You stifled a laugh, letting the freezer door swing shut before following JJ as he stomped back to the produce section. Grabbing a few produce bags, you milled around, picking up some fruits and veggies to toss into the cart for the week’s dinners. Free food from The Wreck was nice, but you were starting to feel a little bit guilty about freeloading off the Carreras for so long. 

JJ was still moping around from your earlier jest, and now you felt bad, so you came up with your own way to cheer him back up. 

“Hey, J,” You lilted, attempting to get his attention. No response. “Wanna see my melons?” 

That got him good. His head whipped around so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d given himself whiplash, eyes wide at the chance of possibly seeing your boobs. His shoulders slumped in disappointment, however, when he saw that you were in fact not flashing him, but holding two mini watermelons in front of your chest. 

“Funny.” He deadpanned. 

“You didn’t actually think I was gonna show you my tits, right?” You snorted, making your way over to him with your hands on your hips. He shrugged, letting his hands slap against his sides disappointedly. “We’re in public, baby.” 

“That’s never stopped you before.” 

Your face grew warm, and you reached over to shove his chest lightly. “Shut up.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now, Y/N,” JJ smirked, catching your hand and bringing it up to kiss your palm. “What was that thing you were asking me to do last week at the beach? Wanted me to take you in the back of—” 

“Oh my god, stop it.” You hissed, wrenching your hand back. 

“Gimme a kiss and I will,” He countered, puckering his lips at you. You shook your head with a snort, shoving your palm into his face instead of granting his request. 

“Get a grip, dude.” You moved to walk away, but JJ lunged at you, grabbing you and spinning you around in a circle before setting you down again. “JJ!” 

“I’ll get a grip on you, sweetheart,” He growled, biting at the side of your neck gently. 

“Did you just bite me?” You exclaimed incredulously, scrunching your nose in confusion. JJ mumbled something unintelligible, planting a soothing kiss over the spot he’d just bitten instead of answering your very obvious question. 

“Kiss. Now.” 

“JJ—” 

“Please?” He pleaded, squeezing your hip. “I’m dyin’ here, woman, gimme something!” 

You braced your hands on his biceps, craning your neck to brush your lips against his ever so gently, and JJ’s eyes fluttered shut in anticipation for your sweet kiss. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to knee him in the balls—not too hard, you still needed those working for later—and then scamper away. 

“Jesus fuck—ow!” He swore, doubling over in pain. “Baby, what the fuck?” 

“Come and get me, blondie,” You taunted, winking at him before disappearing around the corner of a shelf. JJ only faltered for a second before he took off after you, heavy boots pounding on the tile as he chased you through aisle after aisle, dodging some very annoyed shoppers with his barging across the store. 

You, on the other hand, were a little more polite about it, weaving through carts with a ‘so sorry!’ to every person you passed. In hindsight, inciting a chase in the grocery store wasn’t your best idea, but now that you’d started it, there was no going back. Not until JJ caught you. 

Skidding to a stop in the pet food aisle, you bent over, bracing your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t see or hear JJ anywhere, which was a good sign. It meant you could take a break and—

“Gotcha, sweetheart,” JJ’s breath was warm against your neck as he collided with you out of nowhere, snatching you up around the waist and nearly bowling you over in the process. He squeezed you impossibly tight, so tight that your attempts at wriggling out of his arms soon proved a wasted effort. “Thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” 

“Maybe.” You lilted, winding your arms around his broad shoulders with a sheepish smile. 

“Solid effort, I’ll give you that.” He hummed, mirroring your grin. “Now can I have my kiss? Please?” 

“Yeah, alright,” You’d barely gotten the words out before his lips were moving against yours in an eager kiss. As always, you melted right into him, the feeling of his hot mouth on yours turning you into putty in his muscular arms like it always did. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, sir,” Your kiss with JJ was interrupted by a sharp, nasally voice cutting through the atmosphere, causing you to pull away from your boyfriend with a start. Behind him was a severe looking man in a shirt displaying the store’s logo, frowning at the both of you like you were merely the gum on the bottom of his shoe. 

“Hi. So sorry,” You felt your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot at being caught making out in a random aisle, pushing one hand against JJ’s chest lightly to stop him from going for another kiss, drawing a pout from the blond boy. “We were just—” 

“We’ve been getting some complaints from other shoppers about disturbances to the shopping environment and concerns of inappropriate behavior from the two of you. We’re going to have to ask you to please leave the store.” 

“Come on, man, we were just messing around,” JJ sighed, shifting around to face the guy with a half-assed shrug. 

He didn’t look amused. “Please make your way out of the store, or I’ll be forced to call the police.” 

“No need for that, we’ll go,” You said quickly. Another run in with Peterkin and Shoupe was definitely something neither you nor JJ needed. “Sorry again for the disturbance.” 

Before anyone could say another word, you tugged JJ out of the grocery store and back into the sweltering heat of the parking lot, not stopping until you were safely making your way to the Twinkie parked crookedly towards the back. 

“That was so embarrassing!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands. 

“Disturbances to the shopping environment, my ass,” JJ rolled his eyes, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Those folks got sticks up their butts.”

“We were being a bit disruptive.” You admitted, smiling guiltily. 

“Only because you wouldn’t give me a kiss. If anything, this is your fault.” 

You shot a playfully pointed look at him. “Whatever.” 

“So…how do we tell everyone we didn’t actually get any groceries?” 

“That is a very good question.” 

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Gojo Satoru - Boyfriend Headcanons

Hehehe

This man is NEEDY but will never admit to it. He shows it through his never ending need to touch you, be near you, hold your hand, etc. Like if your arms are folded across your chest, he’ll weasel his way in so that he can simply hold your hand. 

Gojo’s neediness comes from him being forever more touch-starved than he realizes (one of the downsides to limitless), Hand holding and cuddles are essential, and if you ignore him, we gets really whiney.

You’ll need to practice your makeup skills as well - this man loves to give you hickeys whenever possible, and he’s absolutely shameless about it. Eventually you get good at covering them up,

You’ll know he seriously cares for you based on how willing he is to share his sweets with you, and how likely he is to prioritize getting a dessert he knows you’ll like. Gojo isn’t picky, but he’d always rather get a dessert the two of you can share.

Horror movies. He loves them, and if you scare easily - all the better in Gojo’s opinion. He likes studying your reactions to every little thing.

If you’re texting him, oftentimes he just communicates in gifs or emojis. He loves to throw in an eggplant or peach emoji for comedic effect.

Expect a lot of you dates to be carefree, spontaneous, and honestly really fun. Random parties, going to kid’s arcades, fairs, festivals, beach trips that include building sandcastles - they may usually be very last-minute, but they’re very good for letting your inner-child play.

The cutest bedhead in the mornings.

He’s insanely protective, but very discrete and sometimes a little toxic with you. If you even mention that you’re having trouble with someone (ie, a coworker or classmate bothering you) Gojo will casually prod you for enough information, so that he can find them, confront them, and ensure they never give you any trouble ever again. He towers over people, and is much stronger than he looks, so intimidation comes easy to him.

95% of the time, Gojo is incredibly pleasant to be around. Super fun and charming, but he’s also very private with his emotions and about his past. You won’t find anything out about him unless he tells you first. As much as you tried to ask when you first started dating, he only ever seems to be open for deeper conversation after 3am, when he’s too exhausted to evade your questions.

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i NEED hold your breath for another part PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE MAKING ONE MOMMY 😞🙏🏻🙏🏻 (i'm horny i want to touch myself but i'm on my sec day period)

I promise there will be a part three. 💖 I haven't written it yet, and I'm probably putting out Me & U part three and Peaches & Eggplants part two before I write it. (Don't let your period stop you!!!)

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Day in the life 2 - j.q

I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKING A PART TWO. omg i’ve never been so stressed over an imagine in my life lmao. i’m sorry imagines are coming out slow- i’m trying to make them as readable as possible so i hope you enjoy (5.9K words btw 😳) anyways- don’t forget to reblog and like my loves, i appreciate it! also this is so fucking bad omg

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it was December 20th, 5 days before Christmas came. to say Esme was excited was an understatement. she had begged you and Joseph to put up the Christmas tree on the 27th November, saying it was so close to Christmas that you needed the tree up. obviously you obliged and put up the Christmas tree on the 27th with Joseph, and Esme who actually helped for the first time.

today was the day you, Joseph and Esme were going to see Santa and after having both yours and Joseph's social media's blow up after the first day in the life was posted you decided it would be so cute to do another vlog/day in the life for the fans to watch. you had told Esme that you would be doing another vlog and she had never been more excited. she wasn't counting down the days to see Santa, she was counting down the days to vlog and it was the cutest thing ever.

you were 7 months pregnant and your baby was now the size of an eggplant. you had tried your best for the past 3 months to keep your bump hidden- not wanting the public to know just yet but after you were spotted in the supermarket by a fan who hugged you without warning you definitely couldn't keep it a secret.

so, you decided to post a photo of you and Esme. she was by your side, asleep with her hand on your growing bump. you had your left hand brushing through her disheveled curls and you had a hot chocolate in the other left the caption 'Esme and bump ☁️'

to be honest you couldn't wait for another baby. you loved being a mum and you loved watching Joseph be a dad. Esme was the perfect child and you hoped that this baby would be as good as she is. since you were pregnant you didn't get much sleep so you woke up before Joseph and Esme, meaning you could make them breakfast.

you didn't want to start the vlog by yourself because you loved watching the start of the last vlog which was almost a year ago now- yes people had been requesting a second vlog for almost a year. even when Joseph went to different comic-con's and events at least one person brought up the day in the life and if there would be a part two.

he always reassured everyone that there would be a part two but he just didn't know when but today was definitely the perfect day to do a vlog, Esme's first time properly meeting Santa was surely going to make all the fans hearts melt and it was definitely going to make you emotional. you didn't know why but thinking about her growing up always made you emotional and it was a lot more frequent now that you were pregnant.

you were a hormonal mess and both Esme and Joseph tried their best to not make you cry but sometimes it was difficult. so what you cried when Ray was murdered in The Princess and the Frog- it was sad. Joseph was used to you being hormonal, you were exactly the same when you had Esme. but Esme, she was definitely not used to her mum being upset all the time.

Joseph had to explain to her why you were emotional all the time and she sort of got it but then again she was 5 years old and still only just grasping the concept of holding a conversation properly. Joseph had woken up to pots and pans clinking together in the kitchen. Joseph knew exactly what you were making because you made it practically every day- hash browns, sausages, marmite on toast and a yogurt which changed every day- it depended on how you were feeling but your favourite was definitely peaches.

he and Esme didn't really like the combination so they ate something different but if you were happy, he was happy. he grabbed the camera off of the bedside table and sat up, turning his body to sit on the edge of the bed. "good morning everyone. i don't really know what to do with these things but i do know for a fact that you all wanted another day in the life so i guess this is a part two. Esme is surprisingly still asleep which is shocking because as you can hear" he stayed silent for a minute as he started walking to Esme's room so the camera could hear you singing and clanking around the kitchen.

"y/n is being very loud in the kitchen. it's every morning- she's singing the same song and making the same breakfast. honestly though, i wouldn't change it because she's happy, the baby is definitely happy so i'm happy. oh yeah and if you guys didn't know we are having another baby which is so exciting but anyway, i need to wake Esme up now so you guys know how this goes i guess"

Joseph smiled at the camera before turning it around to show Esme's bedroom door. she was laying on her bed in a starfish position with her hair all over the place. some of it was over her eyes and the rest was just on her pillow. "she is so beautiful" he whispered as he approached her bed, setting up the camera in the exact same position as last time.

he pushed the hair off of her face gently and stroked her cheek. she stirred slightly but didn't wake up, making him lean down to place a few small kisses on her forehead. this made her wake up, her eyes opening slowly. her eyes were exactly the same as Joseph's and that was one thing you hoped all your kids had- his beautiful eyes.

once she saw her dad smiling down at her with his hand running through her hair softly, trying not to catch in any knots. she reached her arms up, still half asleep as she waited her her dad to pick her up for her morning cuddle that she got from both of you every morning. "morning baby. did you sleep okay?" he picked her up and sat her on his lap. she cuddled into him straight away making the smile on his face grow.

"i had a good sleep" her eyes were closed again as she practically fell back asleep on him. "that's good sweetheart. remember what today is?" and with that her eyes shot open and she looked straight at her dad. "Santa" she whispered her excitement building as she realised she was going to meet the Santa Claus.

"that's right sweetheart. we just need to-" before Joseph could finish she crawled off of his lap and ran straight to her closet to pick out the perfect outfit to meet Santa. "daddy help me. we need to go right now before he leaves. i haven't shown him my list yet" Joseph laughed at her hurried antics.

"baby Santa isn't going anywhere okay? we have all day to see him. we need to have breakfast and get ready first" he explained, picking up the camera and pointing it at her as she rummaged around the wardrobe which was filled with clothes. "but what if he doesn't wait daddy? i don't wanna miss him"

Joseph couldn't help it but his heart melted when she said this. she had been talking about seeing Santa since you brought up the idea. "i promise you won't miss him sweetheart. now come on, we have to go see mama" after hearing that she ran to the stairs and waited for Joseph to follow her before she went down them.

the downstairs was filled with the smell of sausages and burnt toast. Esme and Joseph made their way to the kitchen and saw you sniffling as you just watched the sausages cooking in the frying pan. "morning mama" Esme said, running to you and wrapping her small arms around your leg. you sniffled loudly before whispering a small "morning love"

you had burnt your toast by accident and now you were silently crying. you couldn't stop thinking about the food going to waste and it was all your fault. it wasn't like you didn't have other pieces of bread that you could use but you hated wasting food and this just made you feel bad. "y/n, sweetheart why are you crying?" Joseph set the camera down on the kitchen counter, completely forgetting about the vlog. the only thing he cared about in that moment was you.

he came around to where you were standing and wiped under your eyes softly. "yeah mummy why are you crying?" you felt more tears welling up in your eyes as both your husband and daughter tried to comfort you. "i burnt my toast" and with that, fat salty tears rolled down your face quickly. you were practically inconsolable. "that's alright love, we can just make some more. it's not an issue. we have more bread" Joseph always tried his best to calm you down and now was one of these times where he didn't want you to upset yourself even more- it was toast.

"you don't get it Joe. i burnt it and now it's a waste. people are dying and i burnt food now it's not going to get eaten and it's all my fault" you sobbed loudly, leaning into Joseph's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. Esme stared up at you with worried and confused eyes. "daddy, is mama okay?" Joseph looked down at the little girl and sent her a smile before nodding.

"why don't you go sit at the table Es, let me sort mama out" he let one of his hands let go of you so he could brush a hand through her hair. all she did was nod her head and walk to where the table was and sit down, waiting patiently like she had been told to.

"sweetheart it's okay, it's just toast baby" he kissed the side of your head gently. you looked up at him, his arms were still wrapped around you as you looked directly at him. "i feel so bad. i burnt it by accident and now-" "see, you said it yourself baby, it was an accident and accidents happen. you didn't mean to burn it so it's okay. how about i make some for you and finish up in here and we can all eat together? why don't you go sit with Esme."

you sniffled, scratching your bump softly before using your sleeve to wipe your nose. you looked at the burnt toast which was sat looking sad on the plate before sighing. silly you crying over toast. "okay" your voice was hoarse, your eyes were bloodshot and you had streaky lines down your cheeks from your tears. Joseph gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before you wrapped the dressing gown around you, walking away from Joseph and the messy kitchen.

Joseph looked at the sausages in the frying pan which here also burnt because of you crying to him. he put everything in the bin and started again- knowing you definitely would not like the taste of burnt sausages. Joseph completely forgot about the camera which was still recording and quickly grabbed it, facing it to himself. "sorry about that guys but duty called. i feel like i should give this to Esme for a bit whilst i focus on this"

Joseph shouted out for Esme, waiting to hear the sound of the pitter patter of tiny feet running across the floor. he smiled softly when he saw her running r

through the kitchen door and look up at him. "mummy's okay daddy. she's calmed down" Joseph did feel relief fill his body as he heard from his little girl that you had in fact calmed down now.

"that's good sweetheart, listen, i'm not focusing on the vlog right now- do you want to take the camera and speak to everyone?" her eyes widened as she realised she yet again got the to look after the camera. "yes please daddy. can i show the baby?" she asked as he handed her the camera. "if mama is okay with it love. go ask her baby" she squealed and ran back into the dining room where you were sat on your phone.

"mama, mama look. daddy let me take the camera. can i show everyone the baby" you put down your phone and smiled to her, tucking a piece of lose hair behind her ear. "yeah you can show everyone the baby" you lifted up Joseph's top, which was oversized on you, and showed your almost fully grown bump, placing your hand on your belly. she gently placed her hand on top of yours but made sure the camera could see the baby.

as you and Esme stroked your bump you felt little kicks coming from your baby. you loved the feeling of your babies kicking. when you first felt Esme kick you were shocked. obviously you'd never been in that situation before but you instantly started crying knowing your baby was okay. "mama look, the baby is kicking us. the baby is kicking for the fans" she squealed loudly making you laugh.

"yeah baby, the baby is kicking for the fans" Esme kept the camera focused on your bump as she carried on stroking it. "do you know how long it will be until we see Santa mama? i don't wanna miss him" you knew Esme really wanted to meet Santa but you also knew he wasn't going anywhere just yet. you could see the desperation on her face as she awaited your response.

"sweetheart, Santa isn't going anywhere so i promise you won't miss him. we need to eat first baby and get dressed before we can go out" she sighed dramatically but handed you the camera so you could turn it off when she heard Joseph coming in with everyone's breakfast. you shut off the camera and focused on your family, wanting to enjoy the family breakfast time alone and without the camera.

"here we are loves" you heard Joseph say as he placed all the plates on the table. you had your usual sausages, hash browns, toast and yogurt whilst Joseph and Esme had sausage sandwiches. "mmm yummy. thank you daddy" Esme was always polite and you were so proud that she always used her manners, even if she was in a mood with either you or Joseph she always said her 'pleases' and 'thank yous'.

-

after breakfast and you all getting ready (which Esme insisted on filming for the fans) you were all finally ready to meet Santa. Esme was speaking to the camera for the whole car ride. you've never heard her speak so fluently and it just melted your heart. "so guys we are seeing Santa" she squealed, making you turn to watch her in the back seat.

"mama, do you think Santa will like me?" Joseph looked at her through the rear view mirror with a slight frown. she had dropped the camera slightly so she could look at both her parents, she could see that both of you were frowning. "why would Santa not like you sweetheart?" Joseph's hand squeezed yours as she awaited her answer.

she sighed loudly and placed the camera next to her. "i just don't wanna get on the naughty list so close to Christmas. i want him to like me when i see him" both the frowns on yours and Joseph's faces dropped into sympathy looks. "sweetheart you've been really really good this year, Santa definitely will not take you off of the nice list this close to Christmas. i'm sure he will stop at our house first just because of how good you've been"

once she heard Joseph reassure her that she would definitely not be put on the naughty list, she picked the camera back up and carried ok talking to the fans about what she had asked for and how excited she was for Christmas. "Joe, maybe we could go to the Christmas market after we see Santa? it could be fun. Esme's never been to one before"

Joseph loved Christmas markets, there was just so much to look at and everything was just so beautiful there. you also knew that Joseph wanted to take Esme to one, you went together on your third date and it was just something in that moment that you were the one for him. he didn't know what it was, maybe it was your compassion for others or just that you loved Christmas because it bought you and your family closer. he just knew he needed to be with you and that was it.

"yeah we can do love, you sure you won't get tired with all the walking? i don't wanna drag you around baby. you've been feeling sore and i know walking for you is difficult" you turned and smiled at him. he had been making sure you were okay, as he should, but he always made sure you were comfortable. he didn't want you to push yourself to far that you can barely walk (which you did when you were pregnant with Esme).

"we can go love, i wanna take her to one. this will be her last Christmas alone and i wanna make it as special as possible" he bought your right hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on the back of your hand. "it will always be special baby, she loves every year. don't worry" you turned and smiled at him, your heart melting as he reassured you.

you arrived at the shopping centre where Santas grotto was being held. you realised that the Christmas market wasn't too far away from the shopping centre which you thanked the lord above because it meant Joseph didn't have to drive for hours to get there which also meant you didn't need to sit down for hours with the baby kicking against your ribs.

Joseph had parked in the shopping centre car park which meant you'd only have to walk to the lift and then to where the grotto was inside the centre. Joseph jogged around to where Esme was and helped her out the car. he then opened the door for you, sticking his hand out so he could help you out the car just like he did for Esme.

what you both didn't know was that Esme was filming both you and Joseph as he helped you get out of the car. "wow such a gentlemen" you joked as you closed the car door, placing your left hand on your bump. "yeah mama, daddy is a gentleman" she copied, not really pronouncing it correctly which made you and Joseph laugh loudly.

"come on sweetheart, give daddy the camera so you can walk with mama." she handed Joseph the camera and then walked to you, seeing your hand stretched out for her to take so you could both walk hand in hand. Joseph was sneakily recording you and Esme walking together "my girls are the cutest" he whispered to the camera as Esme and you swung your held hands back and forth. Joseph then turned the camera off and jogged over to you guys and grabbed ahold of Esme's other hand, walking towards the lift.

once you had finally gotten into the shopping centre itself, you saw signs all over showing the direction to Santa's grotto. Joseph got out the camera out and showed Esme. she was squealing every so often when she saw a sign- 'Santas grotto this way'. "Es, are you excited to see Santa?"

she practically screamed when she finally saw the grotto which was surrounded by elves, fake snow, fake gingerbread men and other families who’s children were just as excited to see Santa as Esme. “omg daddy look. Santas elves are all here. i can’t wait to see him” you smiled brightly as you listened to your little girl speak.

“yeah baby, his elves are here. there’s not many people in the queue sweetheart so it won’t be long” Joseph replied as he ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. you loved Esme’s hair, it just fit her perfectly and you were so grateful she had inherited that from Joseph. after a few minutes of waiting it was your turn to see Santa. Esme began to grow nervous even though she had been excited ever since you had decided to take her to see Santa.

“mama i’m nervous” she whispered as her grip on your hand became tighter. “it’s okay sweetheart, do you want me to come with you?” after seeing her nod her head you all walked into the grotto, seeing Santa sat in his big chair with a smile on his face. Joseph had also came into the room, filming the two of you with Santa.

“wow, it’s nice to meet you. what’s your name?” Santa said as you gently placed Esme on his lap. “Esme” she whispered looking up at him. “that’s a pretty name, now. have you been a good girl this year?” she finally started coming out of her shell as she got comfortable with Santa- obviously she was calm because you were right next to her.

“yes i’ve been really good, haven’t i mama?” she turned to you and watched you nod your head and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. she turned back to Santa who was smiling brightly at the five year old. “well that’s brilliant! if there were two things you’d really want this Christmas, what would it be?” she thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.

“i would love a new barbie doll house please. i’ve seen it on the tv and daddy said if i’m good i could ask you for it so i wrote it on my list. i hope you got it” she said, swinging her legs back and forth as she then thought for her next ‘gift’. “i did see it on your list. you’ll have to wait until Christmas morning to see if you got that. you are very polite” Santa said, making Esme have a small blush appear on her cheeks. “thank you” she whispered, a small, shy smile appearing on her face.

“what else do you wish for Esme?” you whispered to her, watching as she went deep into thought for a moment. Joseph was watching from afar, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched his two girls interact with one another. “well, my mama is having a baby and i would really like it to be a girl. but, after that i would like another baby but for it to be a boy. not another girl please.” she spoke, listening as you and Joseph laughed at her.

Santa coughed before shifting slightly with Esme in his lap. “well, i’m not to sure if i can do that Esme but i’ll try my hardest. maybe wait until your mama and dad are ready. maybe they just want you and then this baby and that might be it. but it’s up to them, if they do i’ll try my best to make it a baby boy” Santa said, making Esme’s smile widen. she really wanted more then one sibling and if Santa said he’d try his hardest for her to have more then one she would take it.

you got up from the floor, struggling as your bump got in the way. kneeling was not a good idea but you didn’t want Esme to be uncomfortable with just Santa. “Esme sweetheart, do you want a photo with Santa?” when you saw her nod her head you walked as fast as you could to stand beside Joseph who took ahold of your hand almost immediately.

you both watched intently as Esme put on her best smile for the picture. just having that memory filmed from Joseph and having a picture of her first time meeting Santa just made you wanna cry. your baby girl was growing up and it just felt like time was going so quickly. you saw Joseph panning the camera to you as you both watched your daughter with Santa.

“baby are you crying” Joseph asked as he realised you were genuinely about to cry. “i’m just really proud of her. i have no idea why but i’m so lucky she’s my daughter and the fact that she’s growing up just makes me sad because one day she’ll be doing this with her kids” you sniffled, praying that your tears wouldn’t actually fall because today was the first day you’d done your makeup in months and it actually looked pretty.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. that’s not for a very love time yet. don’t cry, you did your makeup beautifully” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “i know” you replied, making him smile and pull you into his side, both of your focus shifting back to Esme and Santa. “thank you Santa. get rest before Christmas Eve, you’re gonna be busy” Esme said, giving Santa a hug before walking over to you guys with a small gift in her hands.

“mama look what Santa gave me, he said it was an early present for being good” she squealed, her excited expression filling both yours and Joseph’s heart with so much love. “wow baby, that’s great. say one last thank you before we leave” you smiled as she grabbed ahold of your hand. “bye Santa, have a nice Christmas” she waved, practically pulling you out of the grotto.

“bye Esme, and you have a lovely Christmas too” he smiled, waving back at her. after you and Joseph thanked the staff you were handed the few photos of Esme and Santa, you made your way back to the car to finally go to the Christmas market. “daddy, can i please tell the fans about Santa when i’m in the car?” she asked when the three of you got into the lift.

“of course sweetheart. i’m sure they’d love to hear all about it” he smiled brightly at her. Joseph took ahold of your hand and let his thumb softly run over the top of it comfortingly. you turned to look at him, seeing him already glancing at you with a gentle smile on his lips. “are you sure you wanna go to the christmas market? we have walked a lot today and i don’t wanna tire you out more”

you loved him. even though it was your idea he still wanted to make sure you were alright and make sure you wanted to go. you nodded to him, squeezing his hand as the lift door finally opened up on your floor. “yes i still wanna go, we don’t have to stay long i just wanna look around. Esme’s never been to one before and it would be nice to end the day after going to that” you replied, walking out of the lift and seeing the car which thankfully wasn’t to far away.

“okay sweetheart, only if you’re sure though, we won’t stay long” he kissed your cheek and passed the camera to Esme again who was waiting patiently for her dad to help her into the car, and opened the car door for you, helping you in and closing the door after you had gotten comfortable.

“daddy, are we going home now?” Esme asked, holding the camera to her face as Joseph strapped her into her car seat. “no sweetheart, we are going to go the the Christmas market first then going home” Joseph said as he finally finished clicking the button together in her car seat. “does that mean i get to vlog more daddy? that’s so nice for the fans” she said, smiling at him. “yes it does sweetheart”

-

the Christmas market was beautiful. it was filled with all different market stools with food, drinks, different hand crafted ornaments, and so many other stools which you didn’t get around to look at because of how sore your feet and back was.

you stayed at the market for about an hour before both you and Esme were complaining about being tired and you were just in so much pain from all the walking that you’d hardly gotten any market content for the vlog. however, Esme decided to sing Christmas songs the whole way home so that would definitely be content the fans would love.

after getting home, you saw it was 5pm already and you were shattered. you’d been waking all day, practically cried twice and all you wanted to do was sit down and sleep. you had spoken to the camera probably 4 times and that was practically nothing compared to the other video where you were talking to the camera the whole time but you were tired and pregnant.

Joseph had gone up stairs with Esme for a while so he could vlog something you had absolutely no idea about so you were left on the sofa watching orange is the new black. you could hear laughter and a few words from their conversation but you couldn’t make our full sentences and after a while their voices started to fade as your eyes fluttered closed, the day finally catching up with you as you napped on the sofa.

Joseph and Esme were drawing pictures together so they could give them to you just because they loved you. they were both sat at the small plastic table, the chairs too small to even fit Joseph on them so he was sat on the floor, drawing hearts, flowers and Esme was even drawing a family portrait of the three of you.

“Es, was there a reason you wanted to do this for mama?” Joseph asked, his eyes focused on his drawing of a huge flower which was actually not really looking like a flower. “she’s tired daddy. baby not being nice to her so i wanna show her i love her” she replied, picking up the red pen and writing a small ‘i love you’ on the bottom of the page. “that’s so sweet of you baby, she’s gonna love it so much.” he smiled at her, tickling her sides making her laugh. “stop daddy, don’t let me mess up my art”.

the two of them were up there for two hours before they came down to see you still sleeping peacefully on the sofa. “mama? mama wake up please, i have a surprise for you” Esme whispered, making you finally open your eyes from your nap. you saw the clock on the wall reading ‘7:26pm’ making you thank god for you all eating out earlier, it meant you didn’t have to cook which also meant more time in bed.

“what is it sweetheart” you said, voice croaky as you sat up on the sofa. she squeezed in next to you and you wrapped your arm around her. “i drew it for you” she yawned after that but nevertheless handed you the piece of paper. your heart melted as your eyes looked around the page. it wasn’t detailed but it was detailed enough to where you could make out what it was. there was you, your bump, Joseph and Esme all together with a few flowers dotted around the page.

“wow sweetheart this is beautiful, you are so creative” you said, kissing her forehead gently and playing with a few strands of her curled hair. you saw that she was dressed in her pyjamas meaning Joseph had gotten her ready for bed- it was nearing her bedtime and you could tell she was tired from the amount of yawning she had done since being downstairs.

“maybe it’s time for you to go to bed sweetheart? you seem really tired” you said, kissing her forehead as she cuddled into you more. you heard Joseph click the off button on the camera and placing it down on the coffee table, meaning he had stopped recording. “yeah love, you are practically falling asleep on mama here and we don’t want that. why don’t you say goodnight and i’ll tuck you in?” Joseph suggesting, making her nod her head, obviously to tired to complain.

“night mama, i love you” she whispered, making you smile. “night my sweet girl. i love you too. i’ll see you in the morning” you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before Joseph picked her up and took her upstairs to her princess bedroom. you absolutely loved your family and you were so grateful they were in your life forever.

-

after the video had been up for a few days, the views had practically doubled on this video with so many more positive comments which you absolutely loved to read. of course there were a few negative ones but you always skipped them, they didn’t really impact you in any way but the positive ones always did. most of them were about Esme, again, and how beautiful she was but then again there were so many comments about all of you and how well you and Joseph had raised Esme:

“this family is the cutest! the fact that Joseph calmed y/n down shows how patient he is with her and their relationship is just so beautiful. congratulations on the new baby y/n!”

“guys, it’s a sad day, Esme didn’t say blob in this video, she said vlog, it means she’s growing up and i can see why y/n was crying in Santas grotto 🥹”

“y/n is glowing, like, she looks so beautiful. (not saying that she doesn’t look beautiful any other time but specifically in this video she looks gorgeous)”

“Joseph and y/n are just such good parents like i just cannot cope with the ending where Esme and Joseph were talking about y/n and then Esme giving y/n the drawing. you can just tell that baby loves her parents so much”

“okay if my kid isn’t as polite and kind as Esme, i don’t want it. she’s been bought up so well and not many kids have manners so well done y/n and Joseph”

“Esme asking for the baby to be a girl and then asking for a baby brother just melts my heart. she could of asked for anything and she asked for that, so cute 🥰”

“okay, Joseph helping y/n out of the car and then Esme copying y/n and calling him a gentleman was just the cutest thing, my heart is just melting rn”

“Esme is so pretty, like she’s the perfect mix of Joseph and y/n. hearing y/n say proud of Esme just made me so happy. i love this little family so much!”

and there were so many others. you and Joseph loved to read through all the comments which were made about your family never failed to put a smile on your face. you sometimes even read them to Esme to tell her how much the fans liked her. “so mama, the fans really like me?” she asked, her doe eyes looking straight at you. “yes sweetheart, they really do”.

[steviesmarigold]

M’s Week on AO3

6/27/22

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First Reads

You’re a Peach: 6.6k words

But before Steve can worry himself into a cinder or give himself an actual erection, the little dots appear again, and a moment later, a picture comes through, of Bucky standing proudly in front of a raised bed garden.

Holding an eggplant.

Steve wonders if it's possible to sink through the bed, the hotel floor, and into some dank hotel basement or laundry room where he can hide from the fact that Bucky, apparently, is still using emojis completely literally and he, Steve, is a fucking idiot.

In which Steve accidentally panic sexts Bucky.

Coming Out At The Ripe Old Age Of 99: 22k words

The only reason Wanda knew Steve was gay was because she had invaded his mind, it never would have been something she guessed. He hid it so well, like it was second nature to him, as easy and subconscious as breathing. She never would have known. She had violated his privacy in so many ways and spoke a secret he held close to his chest into existence without a thought. She had been under the impression that Steve was out, just not super talkative about his love life in the same way he was about essentially all of his personal life, but that wasn't the case at all.

And even if it was just one other person she had revealed the truth to, it was still two more than Steve had thought would ever know, and she had still, unintentionally, outed him.

The decades of someone else's repressed emotions hit her all at once.

The Impossible Return: 25k words

In 1996, the wreckage of the Valkyrie was found off the coast of Greenland. The cockpit was empty. There was no body and no shield. There was, however, a leather-bound journal filled with letters to a man long dead.

In 2011, that same man is found frozen at the bottom of the Alps, still very much alive.

Or: The Winter Soldier Steve AU I never thought I'd write.

Portland, Maine: 8.2k words

It was a mutual separation if there was such a thing. They were going to different colleges across the country and neither of them wanted to do long-distance. Besides, they knew the statistic: only 2% of high school relationships lasted, and while they did last longer than the national average, the odds were against them.

Or, after nearly two decades, Bucky finds Steve again in the small town of Portland, Maine and they spend the week together

under the salty sea: 8.1k words

Steve goes into the ice wrapped in his sealskin.

He wakes up cold and empty.

A selkie isn't supposed to be separated from their coat. He has to adapt to the twenty-first century while adjusting to having a hole ripped out of his soul. He can feel that it's out there, somewhere, waiting. It's not destroyed.

But where?

{A Winter Soldier AU}

shakes your hand, takes your gun (walks you out of the sun): 6.3k words

One rainy autumn evening, a man from Steve Rogers’s past comes looking for help. Can Steve move past their history and help break the curse? Or is Bucky doomed to destroy everything he touches for the rest of his life?

Re-Reads

the long game: 6.8k words

In 1945, Steve Rogers trades himself to the Red Room in exchange for the Winter Soldier. They accept his offer, but don't let Bucky go. After all, their supersoldiers come as a matched set.

(Featuring crafty Steve, pining Bucky, and a very noisy metal arm.)

broken people (living under loaded gun): 5.8k words

“It’s him, Nat.”

“He may look like Steve, but that’s not Steve.” Distress mars her calm, professional mask, a sign of how shaken she is. “You saw how many men he killed, the way he did it. That’s not Steve.”

Bucky knows what she means. The man in the cell was merciless and ruthless, and he killed with such brutal grace that Bucky hadn’t been able to look away. But strip Steve of his higher ideals, and that’s how he’d fight; smart, efficient, lethal; leaving dead bodies in his wake, instead of just broken bones and contusions.

So the question is, what had Hydra done to Steve, and who did Bucky have to kill in recompense.

this love immortal is an assassin’s delight: 12k words

“Captain America lives on the top floor. Roof access. This is the closest we can get with camera surveillance. Stark hasn’t started sweeping random bakeries, not yet. Think you can handle the mission?”

The Soldier has killed presidents and priests, drug lords and diplomats, people with small armies to protect them and people who could make him break a sweat as they fought for their lives. He has shaped the century.

These are facts, not memories.

But he knows this is nothing, this mission. Follow a lone man around the city. Break into his apartment. Watch and observe.

“Yes,” he says.

“Guess Pierce was right. This is ironic. Fucking poetic even.” Rumlow snorts. “Barnes is a supersoldier. You’re the only one who can take care of him, isn’t that right, Cap?”

That is not the Soldier’s designation. He nods anyway.

-

After the Battle of New York, Captain America refuses to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and remains in New York. Alexander Pierce activates the Winter Soldier to handle the situation and unknowingly signs Hydra’s death warrant.

The Roommate: 28k words

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

A Soft Place To Land: 10k words

Plant witch Steve spends his days with his tight-knit coven, gardening and loving on plants of all kinds. Bucky has a gloved hand and dark energy he can't quite hide. This is the low-fi magical realism story of their love.

[postwarlevi]

What AOT characters order from Olive Garden

Includes any apps, drinks and desserts!

Levi -Hange gets him to try a margarita. He hates it, and somehow gets herbal tea that's not on the menu. Chicken & gnocchi soup, eats half a breadstick. Steals some of Erwins and Hanges app when offered. Gets the grilled chicken margherita with the pesto lemon garlic sauce. Asks for a side of angel hair and marinara. Isn't going to get a dessert but winds up splitting the zeppoli with Miche.

Hange - Amaretto sour and water to drink. Zuppa toscana soup and a couple breadsticks. Gets Shrimp fritto misto to start and passes the plate around. Gets the 6oz sirloin steak with the fettuccine alfredo side and lots of cheese. Brings home a piece of black tie mousse cake.

Erwin - A red wine and a water, pasta fagioli soup, one breadstick. Orders spinach-artichoke dip for whoever wants. Levi and Miche do. Gets the eggplant parmigiana, asks for meat sauce on the spaghetti, adds broccoli and mushrooms. Gets tiramisu for dessert.

Miche - A couple beers, then a coke, lots of salad and breadsticks, with a marinara dipping sauce for them. Gets a large plate of chicken and shrimp carbonara, with creamy sauce and lots of bacon. Finishes with zeppoli donuts and asks who wants some.

Eren - Coke to drink, chicken & gnocchi soup, two breadsticks, plus gets calamari and shares with Armin. Does the create your own pasta bowl with spaghetti and meat sauce, adding meatballs for topping. Gets a trio of dolcini to share with Armin and Mikasa (let's pretend those are still on the menu) gets the dark chocolate cake flavor.

Armin - Sprite to drink, salad with lots of dressing to dip the breadsticks in, and the shared calamari. Can't decide between chicken and shrimp alfredo, finally gets chicken. Gets the limoncello mousse dolcini.

Mikasa - Bellini peach raspberry iced tea, salad and a couple breadsticks. Gets fried mozzarella sticks but only eats a couple. Saves her appetite for the giant stuffed shells with extra cheese. Finishes with the strawberry and white chocolate cream cake dolcini.

Sasha - Gets a coke to drink, then you know she's ordering the never ending pasta bowl! Might ask for the spicy zuppa toscana soup to hold her over, and dip her breadsticks in. Orders rigatoni, then angel hair twice, with meat sauce, creamy mushroom, and meat sauce again. Adds meatballs, shrimp, then chicken to top. Doesn't understand why she can't order more to take home. Does take home the chocolate brownie lasagna.

Jean - Mango strawberry iced tea, minestrone soup, one breadstick, gets the toasted ravioli as an app but Sasha and Connie take most of it. Gets the classic fettucine alfredo, asks for extra cheese and adds asparagus. Gets strawberry cheesecake for dessert and won't let anyone else touch it.

Connie- Tries to get a spiked lemonade, doesn't work so gets Dr Pepper, with pasta fagioli soup. Stuffed ziti fritta as an app, has to stop Sasha from eating most of it so Jean can have some too. Gets the Tour of Italy so he can have bits of chicken parmigiana, lasagna, AND fettuccine alfredo. Gets the zeppoli donuts and chocolate sauce and shares with Historia.*

Historia - Lemonade to drink, soup, salad and breadsticks for dinner. Switches between the minestrone and chicken & gnocchi soup. Finishes off the salad with added cheese and one breadstick. Takes a couple fried mozzarella sticks from Mikasa. Wants the pumpkin cheesecake but it's not in season. Is happy when Connie offers her the donuts.*

Tell us, who are you sitting next to? AKA, whose food are you stealing?

[hopeamarsu]

Of potions and myths - Chapter 8

William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word count 2,8k

Warnings: Some angst, but it’s mostly sappy and fluffy. 

A/N: This is it, the final chapter. I’m getting a little emotional over this, this is my baby and I can’t believe it’s finished. It’s done, complete, and OMG. I can’t believe I did it! Wow. 

Thank you so much for sticking with me on this ride, I can’t thank you enough ❤️ I hope you enjoy this morning with our bonded couple. 

Chapter 7 - Story masterlist

The morning light sweeps across Will’s bedroom and you stir from your slumber as the rays tickle your eyes and nose. It takes a moment to orient yourself, but as you wake up a little more, you feel Will’s strong arm around your middle, keeping you tight against him, the other hand under your pillow and last night comes back in a rush. You burrow into his arms a little more with a smile, feeling his hot breath on your neck and relishing in his warm embrace around you. You feel well-rested and the thought alone makes you giddy. 

When the call with his uncle was finished, he’d swept you up from the couch, kissed you soundly and told you about the pull he felt, how it had changed in between you. There hadn’t really been a discussion on what it meant as you’d taken the celebration back to the bedroom and he’d made you cum hard twice until he’d rendered you boneless once again. After a short cleanup, you had settled under the blankets and into his arms, falling asleep tangled up together. 

Now, as you lay in his arms, you turn the words from last night in your mind. The pull was still there? But how come you didn’t feel it, only he did? It’s a little concerning, though it might only be because he is a wolf and you are not, but you don’t like it. Worry gnaws in your stomach as you keep wondering how and why it’s different for you now when it wasn’t before. Were you not enough? Was your mundane status not what the bond wanted after all? 

“Mmmm, y’think too hard, I can hear you from here,” Will mumbles, kissing your neck. “I thought I’d worn you out last night.” He trails a series of kisses to where he reaches, basking in the combined scents of you both and the heavy aroma of sex still lingering in the air. One of his hand trails down to your naked thigh and he squeezes the flesh gently. He nips gently at your shoulder, a low purr in his chest as his wolf rejoices in the connection you now share. 

“You did, I don’t think I’ve slept this good in a long while,” you reply, trying to keep your voice light and airy, but failing miserably. He props himself up quickly, all alert now, and holds your shoulder to push you under him. His eyes flash somewhere between red and blue, almost purple as they sweep your face and his nostrils flare as Will takes in the shift in your posture.  

“Hey. Talk to me sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

You turn your head sideways, not wanting to look at him and his inquisitive eyes. You don’t want to tell him, to ruin the mood, but also at the same time you want to share, want to hear him tell you again that all is going to be fine. 

The emotional turmoil of the past week and now takes its toll and you can feel hot tears gathering in your eyes and you close them in effort to make them not drop. This is a happy moment, don’t ruin it, you remind yourself over and over again. It’s not a big deal, the elders surely have an explanation for this. And you do feel him, the touch is there! It’s nothing big, just tell him all is well. 

“Baby, please. Look at me,” Will pleads with you, watching as you shake your head minutely, mouth in a thin line and eyes scrunched shut. He’s getting more worried by the second and gathers you as close as he can, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Please sweetheart, don’t push this away. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together.” Please don’t push us away, he thinks as he kisses your scar, hoping it will soothe you but it only makes your head shake harder. 

“Are you in pain? You’re worrying me right now.” He takes an alarmed look at you, shuffling back a little with eyes running across your body to see if something has happened during the night. A worrisome thought comes to his mind that maybe he hurt you last night, not enough prep or care taken in the frenzy. He itches to run his hands all over your body to make sure nothing is there.

“No, no… I’m okay, just. I think a lot is catching up with me now.” Your voice is raspy as you finally speak. You don’t look at him, opting to keep your eyes closed, a point that is not missed by the man in bed with you. Will lowers his voice a little, something hesitant creeping into his tone as he speaks. 

“Do you - ummmm - do you regret... what happened last night?”

He doesn’t want to ask it, he doesn’t want to hear the words if this is what has you upset. But he’s trying, he wants to make this work and this bond flourish and if asking things that make him uncomfortable to voice is it, it’s a price he’s willing to pay. You shoot him a look with wide, panicked eyes and you place your hand on his cheek, stroking the stubble gently. 

“Will, no, of course not! Last night was amazing, beyond anything I’d ever hoped for. I’m just… I guess I took the loss of the connection harder than I thought I would.” 

He breathes deep from his nose, his shoulders sagging in relief. For a moment he thought the worst, the old wounds and fears rearing their ugly heads and Will gathers you back into his arms, squeezing tight. 

Taking a moment to ground himself on you, he closes his eyes and draws in your scent, blissfully mixed with his. The scent of home. He reminds himself that he’ll need to open up about his own scars eventually too, but this is far too important to dismiss. He wants to help you in any way he can and if he can help it, he’ll take all of your worry and pain away.   

“Do you want to go back to the elders? Or maybe Frankie’s abuela could help, she’s not in the council but she used to be. She knows a lot and has a good sense of the spirit world. I could invite her over and you could talk. Or perhaps you would like to consult your colleagues?” 

He’s spouting off ideas, feeling somewhat helpless. He keeps the more ludicrous ideas to himself now, his agitated mind sprouting off ideas that range from turning you into a wolf (something Will has never done in his life) to running away to live in Norway, far away from any of this but if you want them, he’ll give them to you. 

“Will, I’m not…”

“Just say the word sweetheart, whatever you want to do.” 

You are about to answer him, when a loud knock on the front door interrupts and Will lets out a low growl. The knock is soon followed by another and another and then Benny’s voice booms from the door. 

“Come open the door, brother! And you better be decent, I’m not watching your bare ass this early in the morning William!”  He growls again, this time louder. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to make a sound. 

“I can hear you growling in there! Come open the door. The boys and I, we brought breakfast and we need to brainstorm how you are going to ask your lovely mate to MOVE IN WITH YOU AFTER THE BONDING!” That little shit. Will leaps out of bed, huffing and forgoing his shirt as he stomps towards the front door. 

He wretches it open, eyes flashing in anger as he glares at the three men on his doorstep, shit-eating grins on their faces. Benny winks and shoulders his way in, followed by Frankie and Santi, the latter clapping Will in the back as he squeezes past. The blond drags a hand across his face before closing the door with a sigh and follows his brothers to the kitchen, where Benny has commandeered the space. 

He moves around the space like he owns it, picking up items to use for breakfast while Frankie sweeps up the glass shards and Santi gets the coffee running. It’s a well-oiled machine, each of them anticipating the others move but this time Will opts to stay out of it, flicking his eyes between the closed bedroom door and his brothers. He longs to join you back in bed, ease up your worries over the connection and he needs to figure out something fast so he can get the boys out of the house.

But all his plans go out the window as you open the bedroom door and step out, bare feet padding on his floor and his flannel tucked around your body. You’ve dug out some college pants and a tank top to fit under the flannel and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful. All three heads pop up as they register the footsteps and Will smirks a little as he thinks of what goes on in their heads as you reach him and lean up for a kiss.

He tastes his toothpaste on your mouth and a little possessive but happy sound leaves his lips as he accepts the offered lips on his own. 

“So, no planning needed then, huh?” Santi quips, picking up a fifth cup from the cupboard. He doesn’t sound surprised, more like that he was expecting this. “I saw you last night as you hurried past, not exactly subtle behavior,” He winks at Benny, who has stopped peeling the avocados. 

“And you didn’t tell us?” Benny gestures at himself and Frankie with the peeling knife. The older man snorts. “He didn’t tell you, but I got a text full of emoji peaches and eggplants with the words Will and mate sprinkled in.” The dry tone of Frankie’s voice makes Will snort and he watches amused at his little brother pointing an accusing finger at the third man. 

“The fuck Pope?!” 

“Hey, you would’ve run your mouth and brought the whole council here had I told you. These two needed a night alone, without anyone hovering over them with research or myths or potions or pressure.” He looks at Benny, who has to shrug, agreeing with the statement.

“But you could’ve told me this morning…”

“Where’s the fun in that? And besides, this had the added bonus of embarrassing Ironhead when you yelled that comment, so I’m going to take my win!” Santi cackles and tries to hide behind Frankie as Benny suddenly gets the urge to throw something in his direction.

Will grips your side softly, steering you to the side, out of view. 

“Please excuse those assholes…” He murmurs, turning you so you are face to face and tips your face up from your chin so he can look into your eyes.” Are you okay?” He wants to ask more, but mindful of the men currently wreaking havoc in his kitchen, he keeps his words brief. “Do you want to talk in private?”

“I’m fine Will, really. It just hit me hard, but we’ll figure it out. I’m alright, I promise. We’ll consult the elders later, okay?” Your words feel like a balm on his heart.

“As long as you’re sure, sweetheart.” He rubs your arm before honing in on your bare shoulder peeking from under his flannel and this time he follows his instincts and wraps his arms around you and noses the flesh. It works well for him to hide his face as he speaks the next words, feeling both calm and timid at the same time. This was definitely not the way he thought about doing this but his brothers forced his hand. 

“I know you heard them yelling, so I guess there’s no point in hiding this.”

“Yes.” You answer him before he can even get the question out. He’s right, you did hear Benny yelling earlier (the whole street heard) and while it still feels crazy and too soon and out of this world, you know it’s what you want. What you desire. “I’ll move in with you, if that was your question.” 

Elated, Will sweeps down to claim your lips into a longer, heavier, more passionate kiss. He grips your hips as he draws you in and slips his tongue into your eager mouth. “Let me, umhmm, get rid of, mmmmm, these idiots and, uhnmmh…” He tries to whisper between kisses, but not a lot comes out. You finally regain your senses and end the kiss, small pants leaving your lips. 

You go to speak but Will shakes his head and kisses you hard again. “Just a moment, I want a second to kiss my mate good morning. My beautiful, gorgeous mate who is all mine,” He grins against your lips, relishing in the idea that you are his, he is yours and the bond is strong between you. All mine and I’m all yours, he thinks as he forgets the world and loses himself within your warm lips. 

Before he can turn it into a full-blown make-out session, you distance your lips from his, echoing your movements from before. You press your foreheads together briefly before straightening your spine. “Behave, mate,” you tease him and watch surprised at his unconsciously preening form over the word, tucking the information for later use. 

Will nearly whines at the loss of you, but your finger on his lips stops any of that and he nibbles on the digit, hoping you’ll entertain his idea of breakfast in bed, for two only, but you have other plans. “They are your brothers and considering our newly-bonded status, I would love to get to know your pack, your family, a little better.” 

“Our pack, our family.” 

Your eyes might be a little misty and your smile is splitting your face at his words, but sappy as they might be, it feels so right to hear the words from his mouth. You reach up to cup his face between your hands and you press a hard kiss into his plush lips. 

“Then let's go and tell them the good news.”  

You take his hand into yours and you return to the kitchen, snorting as something green hangs from Santi’s cheek. Frankie is washing his ballcap under the spray and his curls wild around his head as he glares at Benny, who looks mighty proud of his ability to swing guacamole ammo around the room. 

Will shakes his head in that exparated love in his eyes one can only have for family and you know that despite what the elders might have to say about the missing connection, or your bond or whatever, this is now your home. Even if the pull never comes back for you, this feels right and that’s all that matters. Despite the worries you had in the morning, they seem to evaporate as you work it out in your mind. You love this man and he loves you, he accepts you into his family. That’s all there really is to it, your mind whispers to you as calmness settles on your heart. 

You all sit down around the table and only slightly burnt toast is passed around. Once the plates are full and overflowing, Will tells them the good news. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead and whoops of joy fill the air.

“So it really worked, huh? You are bonded now?” Santi asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, we are. We’re mates now.” Will nods and steals another small kiss from you, Benny groaning that it looks gross when it’s his big brother. This makes Frankie smack the younger man and grin in your direction. The tiny nod of approval from him goes unnoticed by all but you and you wink back at him.  

The boys gently rib at their brother while congratulating you and asking all the questions you don’t know all the answers to but it’s okay. Easy conversation fills the air as the men begin to plan moving all your things into this house later that afternoon and you lean into your mate’s embrace and smile. 

Whatever might come next, potion or myth, you know you have this and it makes your heart soar. 

It might be the first time a love potion actually led to love.

*

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