#how did I not notice this earlier I literally was staring at him and giggling

[fareehaandspaniards]

I want to put all the guys here in good resolution and also resave them hehe

[boyfhee]

﹙𝓲ssue﹚: calling them “pretty boy” ... ( 엔하이픈 )

ㅤㅤ﹙2214﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, fluff, fluff est. relㅤㅤwarnings kissing, pet names, mentions of make out in hoon'sㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ i think i will go back to my roots and write long hcs >< happy reading and pls rb & leave feedback iNDEX

HEESEUNG

you two were having a movie night, his eyes not leaving the tv screen even for one second, not until you notice that the packet of chips on your lap is empty and the other one is on his side. “hee, can you pass those chips, please?”

your voice manages to distract him from the movie and he gives you a blank stare for a brief second before registering your words and passing you the snack. “thanks, pretty boy.”

and those words catch his attention— brows knit together as he turns his head towards you, eyes wide open in amusement. “what did you call me?”

“i called you a pretty boy,” you stifle a laugh at his reaction, noticing how his cheeks turned a shade of pink as words fell of your lips. “cause you're so so pretty,”

he laughs at your words, although with a hint of shyness and averts his gaze to the screen. his cheeks only heat up more when he hears your soft giggles, something that is music to his ears. he turns to look at you again, putting an arm on your back to pull your closer. “you're the prettiest, angel.”

JONGSEONG

you were going through the pictures from your date earlier today, while jay laid on the bed with his head on your laps, sighing softly at the calming action of your fingers brushing through his soft locks.

“you're so pretty, 'seong,” you whisper softly, quite literally enamored by how effortlessly stunning he looks in the pictures. “not a single bad pic,”

he doesn't respond for a few seconds, a bit taken aback by your words before he ends up laughing, making you put your phone aside while he lifts up his face from your lap to look up at you. “are you sure ‘handsome’ isn't the word you were going for?”

“that too, but you're my pretty boy,” you say with a chuckle, leaning down to brush your nose against his, a touch so feathery it makes him smile and lean in for a kiss, but you are quick to put your forehead against his instead. “the prettiest boy.”

and he shakes his head at your words, unable to stop himself from smiling. he props himself up on his arms and then sits up in front of you, cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. “sounds fair, since you're the prettiest girl ever, darling.”

JAEYUN

“hey, pretty boy,” you chime in with a smile, deciding to swing by his classes because you haven't seen him since the morning and the withdrawal is hitting both of you.

first, he gets excited after hearing your voice, having missed it even though it has only been a few hours since you two have gotten off the phone. and secondly, his eyes literally spark up at the sight of you, even more so when he hears your words. “pretty boy?”

you nod, pressing your lips together and lean against the doorframe. “yeah, do you not like it?”

“oh, i love it, babe” he tells you, putting emphasis on the word ‘love’ as he walks towards you, putting his arms around you to pull your closer. he leans in for a few quick peaks, whispering in between. “you should call me that more,”

you laugh at his words with a nod and make a mental note of that, playing with the loose strands of hair in front of his forehead. “i will, pretty boy.” — you best believe he's kissing you every time you call him that.

SUNGHOON

you simply stand against the wall, arms behind your back as you watch him put on his shoes, a soft smile dancing on your lips. “see you tomorrow, pretty boy.”

“oh, hell nah,” and he closes the door just as soon as he had opened it, turning to look at your with a cautious expression. “you cannot just say that so casually,”

you stare at him in surprise for a few seconds before laughing, pushing yourself off the wall to stand up straight. “say what? pretty boy?”

“see, you're making me go crazy,” he sighs, watching you laugh at his antics and a smile creeps up his lips as well, but he hides it well, taking a few steps in your direction and lifting you up in his arms, walking to the couch. “now we have to make out again!”

“hoon, put me down!” you yelp in surprise, although the laughter erupting in the room made everything much better. he does put you down, on the couch in fact, laying you down on the soft material with his lips hovering over yours. he doesn't give you the chance to complain, immediately pulling you into a chaste kiss.

SUNOO

he came over to pick you up for your date but heavens had another plan since it started showering right before you were planning to leave. the plan was to watch a movie, until sunoo said he wants to paint your nails.

and now you're sitting in front of him on the bed, your one hand in his and eyes on him, while his attention is on your fingers, putting the nail paint ever so care, not wanting to ruin it for you. “you're so pretty, 'noo,”

he looks up at you in surprise before his lips curl into a smile, a slight hint of red on his cheeks that he manages to hide by looking back at your hands. “i don't know what you mean. you're the prettiest,”

“no, you are pretty,” you say a bit dramatically, with a pout and all, making him scoff slightly.

he finishes up with your nails shortly, putting the nail paint away, almost melting at how adorable you look with that pout. he leans in closer, planting a tender kiss at the corner of your lips. “well, i have to keep up with my pretty girl,”

JUNGWOON

“good morning, pretty boy” you whisper softly over the silence as soon as he opens his eyes, sunrays entering through the window and adorning his face, making him look prettier than ever.

“good morning, beautiful,” jungwon takes a few seconds to push away the sleepiness, although not really succeeding as a yawn interrupts his words. “what's gotten into you?”

“nothing, i just want to call you pretty,” you brush a few strands of hair from in front of his eyes, the smile never leaving your lips and you find bliss in the quiet mornings with your boyfriend.

“that's new,” his voice is not louder than a whisper, laced with drowsiness as he throws his arms over your waist to pull you closer and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. “but i like it,”

you can't help but smile at his actions, leaning down to kiss his forehead and brushing your fingers through his hair. it's quiet for a few minutes before you feel him lift up his head and speaks through a sweet grin. “call you call me that again?” — and why would you refuse?

NI-KI

you were on call with your boyfriend after the movie date, not really wanting to hang up but knowing it was late. you lean further into your pillow, speaking with slight disappointment in your voice. “‘night, pretty boy. i love you,”

“wait,” and you were just about to hang up before he stops you. “what do you mean ‘pretty boy?’”

you chortle at his words, clearly visualising him with that confused expression, brows furrowed. “i mean you, because you're a pretty boy,”

“i am?” you laugh again at his words, more when he laughs as well, finding him absolutely adorable especially when you can feeling him blushing in just the way he sounds. “say that again,”

“you're my pretty boy,” you repeat and he hums in approval, trying to be cool as he chuckles, but you know he's probably laying on the bed and smiling while looking at the ceiling with the cutest smile— or maybe not.

“good, now say it to my face,”

now it's your time to look at the phone screen in confusion, staring at his caller ID. “what?”

“i'm outside, open the door and call me pretty”

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[theblacklewinsky]

Note: a draft your girl finally finished after a month of just sitting there. hopefully y'all enjoy!

TAKEN CARE OF. | Aaron Pierre.

Cuck!Toxic!Terry Richmond x Black! Female Reader.

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( threesome, oral sex (f receiving) fingering, cucking), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight manipulation if you squint. daddy kink.

Summary: in which Terry wants to watch you and his homeboy.

how much fun it's gonna be together.

Smooth sounds of Donny Hathaways 'This Christmas' blared from the Alexa on your counter as you bounced around your spacious apartment kitchen. It was close to the holidays and you'd been scouring TikTok for an hour when you came across this sugar cookie recipe, two hours later and you finally were able to put this batch in the oven. You were a florist, not a baker.

You hummed along to the lyrics, sweeping up your debris and your flour catastrophe from earlier you hadn't even heard your boyfriend Terry come stalking into your shared apartment. In fact you weren't aware of anything, too lost in your enthusiasm for the sugar cookies and your dazed cleaning you only jumped when you felt arms slip around your waist, sheer shock quickly melted into warm familiarity when you felt Terry's lips against your cheek. You sighed in relief, nearly falling back into his grasp.

"Baby, you've gotta stop doin' that!" You huffed knitting your brows together in mock irritation as you turned to face him, swatting him playfully in the chest.

"Mhm," he hummed in no contest to your statement, knowing your words held no weight to him as he pulled you closer by the sheer tank top you wore pressing his lips against yours softly, leaving three slow, lingering kisses behind, you noticed how faintly he tasted of alcohol. "What you in here makin?" He looked at you eyes narrowing as he thumbed away a bit of flour that seemed to stick to your cheek. Skepticism ruled his gaze, since he was the primary cook, you barely knew your way around breakfast and here you were baking sugar cookies. We love an impulsive diva.

"Sugar cookies," you smiled innocently, "I found an easy recipe on TikTok and I wanted to try it," you decided not to tell him about the two bags of flour you used trying to perfect this so called easy recipe, instead easing his mind with two soft kisses. "How was your boys night?" You asked him about the events prior, he didn't often have a boys night out between coordinating martial arts classes at his gym, and spending whatever free time he had with you, he deserved a night out.

"It was cool, I'm glad to see my baby though," he mumbled a little shrug in his shoulders as he reached out to grab you by the thin material of your tank top once again, he was always so touchy when he was tipsy. Not that you were complaining though, you loved any type of affection from your man. "Why you so far from me? I wanna feel you."

"I'm literally right here," you giggled school-girlishly as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck softly nibbling and kissing there.

"You still ain't close enough," he declared, voice slightly muffled by your flesh. He pressed one more lingering kiss there before steadying both his hands on either sides of your hips, his expression growing more serious. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about though."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Boys night? What happened?"

"Lotta shit baby," he vaguely commented before continuing, "you know my nigga Leo," he paused waiting for your verification to which you gave him with an easy nod. You did know Leo, he'd came over to your house warming earlier in the year when you and Terry both decided to move in together, and he'd showed up for a couple of the events you guys hosted at your place. So you'd seen him a handful of times, and a handful of times you caught him staring. But that was a normality to you, you were a strikingly gorgeous woman and you knew that. Plus, Leo was your man's homie, and you didn't get down like that. Or did you?

"Yeah, you know he left the club a lil earlier than us—his lady was trippin' and shit on him. Long story short, she threw all his shit out and he just having a bad night, he could use some cheering up," he calmly said, leaning down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your brows furrowed at his words. Confusion had settled in at once, how were you supposed to cheer him up? You'd barely said more than ten words to him. "Cheer him up like what? I can give him some cookies? Or do you want me to make him a sandwich or something?"

Terry chuckled against your cheek, the deep rumbling of his chuckle sent vibrations through you that sent throbbing waves to your core. You were turned on by this man's chuckle? You were too deep in. "Nah, I need you to cheer him up in a different way mama," he explained focusing his kisses primarily against your lips.

You pulled back from the kiss, "I don't know what you—"

Terry silenced you, pulling you into a head spinning kiss. This wasn't a soft peck, or a couple quick kisses to your lips, this one was slow, and passionate. He was trying to devour you, for whatever reason. "You trust daddy, right?" He asked when you parted to catch your breath. He continued his sizzling kisses down to your jawline.

"Yeah, but—"

Terry pulled back his own brows furrowing as he grabbed your jaw firmly in his hand, "you trust daddy, right?" He repeated his question more firmly making you nod slowly, your big brown eyes boring into his.

"Yes," you answered breathlessly as he leaned down to kiss your lips once more.

"Yeah, you do," he mumbled in between kisses to your lips, " 'course you trust daddy. Of course you do."

"You wanna be a good girl for me, don't you?" He followed up with another question that had furthered your peaking arousal. You nodded against his lips, highly turned on, highly dazed. Terry always had this effect on you. He had a way with that mouth.

"Yes, I'd do anything for you." You declared between kisses. And why did you go and blurt that out? It was of course mostly true, but part of it had to do with the spiking arousal you felt. You wanted his tipsy ass to order you around this kitchen, tell you what to do to him, how to do it to him. But maybe you shouldn't have said this to him, although he already knew it, it was dangerous hearing it from you.

"Yeah?" He mumbled pressing his lips against yours once more, earning a dazed nod from you. "I'm glad you said that baby, cause I want you to give yourself to him."

You froze. Give yourself to him? You'd talked about threesomes before, not that Terry wasn't enough for you, he was more than enough. But it was his idea, and you were always down to try anything once. He talked about wanting to share you with another man, watch you, make sure you got yours but this was...a lot. Spontaneous might as well had been you and your man's middle names but this was again, a lot.

He noticed your apprehension and took that as the cue to kiss it all away. "You said you trust daddy, right? Do anything for me?" He muttered all his questions against your lips and you nodded slowly.

"I do," you obliged.

"So why I see you hesitating?"

"Cause I'm not a whore!" You exclaimed folding your arms over chest, a slight pout forming on your lips. The hesitation you had wasn't because you were scared, or nervous about Leo. But what if he was good, so good, too good, what if Terry started to get territorial as he often did. What if this was a big mess?

"You not, baby," Terry agreed his lips meeting your pouted ones once more. "But you my slut, and you wanna make daddy happy and do anything for him, right? This what I want."

"You can make that happen for me?" He asked softly, awaiting your response, to which you squeaked out a small yes. Such a slut.

"Good girl, baby," he muttered to you the praise making your pussy flutter as he sent yet another kiss to your lips, "love that shit." Dazed, you hadn't realized he was leading you into the living area where Leo had been sitting on your sectional all along. Luckily, the Christmas music blaring from the kitchen masked your whole private conversation with your man.

"Baby, you know Leo. Leo, you know my bitch." He muttered keeping his attention preoccupied by you, kissing and nibbling wherever he could from your face to your neck, his hands roaming all around your frame. He gathered all your attention, barely giving you a minute to acknowledge the man you were about to give yourself to on the couch.

"And before she take care of you," he paused in between hot kisses to your neck causing small whimpers to slip past your lips as you tilted your head to give him more access to the sensitive flesh there, "you gon take care of my bitch, like I always do. Ain't that right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hummed through a moan nodding eagerly.

"Get yo' ass over there on that couch then," he commanded to you, voice low and raspy. You bit down on your bottom lip to impede the moan that threatened to slip past your lips at his tone. You mustered up enough strength, however, to pull yourself away from him—earning a sharp slap to your ass. This was exactly what you wanted though, him to boss you around, make you feel overheated, you never envisioned another

You sat on the sectional, a few away from Leo, watching your man earnestly as she made sure to take a seat beside you, you leaned in to kiss him and was stopped short.

"Mm mm," he hummed to you, " turn around, and face him." Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before you slowly turned around to face Leo. Back against your man's chest you never pictured yourself here even with the few conversations you and Terry had about a threesome.

You always had a way of making some things awkward, it was just part of your nature. Do you look at him? Try to be seductive? Not look at him? Everything had your mind racing, you were comfortable, sure, but how do you please another man in front or your man without it being weird?

"You okay?" Terry asked softly in your ear, making you nod earnestly as you finally made eye contact with Leo. Terry's wandering hands easing your slight nervousness, slipping up your tank top, hands immediately going to fiddle with your bra covered breasts. "Rub her down, relax my bitch." He muttered, words muffled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sending a flurry of wet kisses and nibbles there. You were already relaxed, so relaxed.

Leo met your eyes once you could fully open them, "you good with this?" He asked you softly, wanting your full consent before he touched you. You gave him a slow nod, watching as he inched closer to you, his big hands making your skin sizzle as soon as he started to rub the fatty flesh there, squeezing and kneading.

Leo was attracted to you, that was no surprise. You could see it, Terry had seen it—it'd take a blind man not to see how enthralled he'd become every time you seemed to be around. His eyes followed your every move every time he laid eyes on you, and now he had his hands touching you intimately. It was surreal to him.

But to you, it felt good. Feeling two sets of hands on your upper body, and your lower body was completely intoxicating. Terry's swooning kisses on your neck had heat radiating throughout your whole body, and Leo's hands massaging and kneading your meaty thighs had the arousal in your panties spreading. You felt so hot, so turned on. You didn't feel as small as you did before with both men in the room—you felt confident, sought after.

"Look at you, enjoyin' this shit," Terry muttered into your ear, lips tracing the shell of your small ear, "tried to act like you ain't want this shit," he spoke roughly as his hands ripped the very bra that covered your breasts down, pulling the tank top up over the c cups he so badly wanted to see, his chin resting on your shoulder as his big hands canvased your breasts. Nothing but a weak whimper of so called protest being your only reply.

"I know what my bitch want," he muttered to you, so lost in his words you hadn't given Leo a second gaze when you felt his fingers tugging the waistband of your leggings, "try to act like you not a slut. You got two niggas feelin' on you right now, mama. What that make you, hm?" He hummed, both his thumbs and pointer fingers pinching and pulling your sensitive buds. Your shuddering breaths filling the atmosphere of your living area. Terry just knew what to say.

But maybe you were too lost in his words, because you hadn't even noticed that now your panties had been pooled around your ankles, and discarded across the living room by Leo. You hadn't noticed until you felt him spreading your thighs and resting them above his own shoulders. He laid flat on his stomach across your sectional, your brown eyes boring into his lighter ones as he pressed soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs.

Terry, noticing just how anxious you were getting; hands fisting the cushioning of your couch beneath you, your slightly quickened breathing. He smirked into the crook of your neck, pressing soft lingering kisses there. He knew you would enjoy this shit, just as much as he was enjoying just watching you.

A soft, shallow gasp slipped past your lips once he finally licked a small patch up starting from your hole, all the way back up to your clit. A small tremble in your thighs was a testament to just how turned on you'd been from this whole ordeal.

"Mhm," Terry hummed into your ear, "you so fuckin' horny, look at you. Thighs already tremblin' and he just started, mama." Terrys words with the way Leo's lips were now latched around your swollen nub, him softly moaning into your pussy, sending a wave of vibrations through you. Your mouth falling open, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your head fell back against Terry's broad shoulder.

"Listen to him, you taste good to him baby," Terry mumbled his hands now rubbing more firmly across your breasts, "taste so good to him—can't wait to taste you later."

The abrupt removal of his mouth sent of pang of disappointment through you, a disapproved whimper coming from you as you lifted your head only to see the man before you, his eyes locked onto your heated core as he spat down onto your pussy, his pointer finger and middle finger spreading you apart for him, his fingers lazily rubbing the extra wetness in, before slowly guiding his slender fingers into you.

Two pairs of eyes watched your expression eagerly, your mouth gaped open once again, the slight roll of your eyes making Terry chuckle as your lips formed into a small frown. "Fuuuck," you slurred out, your hole immediately clenching around his fingers as he immediately returned to his fixation with your clit. Leo was obviously a man of few words, but his mouth made up for the little talking that he did. He was so good.

"You feel taken care of, baby? He takin' care of you the way daddy do?" Terry asked you, lips kissing and sucking whatever exposed skin he could, leaving red and purple bruises wherever he landed. You nodded eagerly, not trusting yourself to form words. Leo's lips latching and unlatching on your clit, with loud, sloppy sucks.

"Talk to me, bitch," he said more firmly at the absence of your response, hand gripping your jaw firmly.

"Yessss, i feel taken care," you trailed off, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, pretty eyes going crossed as your hand held the back of Leo's head in place, the familiar burning coil in the pit of your stomach only getting bigger. "Shiitt, yes, yes, yes!" Your usual soothing tone now high and frantic. You nodded vigorously to nothing in particular, just the overwhelming pleasure you were currently succumbing to.

"You wanna cum, hm? You wanna cum don't you? I can feel that shit." Terry asked, you nodded in response, you couldn't talk. Small gasps ripping through you as you felt Leo's fingers pushing into you with a different vigor, his fingers nudging that sweet spot all too well. "Yeah? She wanna cum, make my bitch cum." He spoke, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin, lewd words directed toward Leo.

"But you better not fuckin' cum bitch," he mumbled more quietly to you, lips trailing back up your neck to your ear, "you better not fuckin' cum for another nigga unless I tell you to, you hear me?" He muttered to you, a sharp edge to his quiet tone as his lips teased the shell of your ear.

A small whine slipped past your lips, Leo's mouth and fingers working in complete overtime to make you do just that, cum. But you knew better than anything that Terry controlled every nut that you got, whether inflicted by him, you, or toy. You should've known another man was no different.

"Please, daddy," you breathlessly and desperately pleaded, hoping that your soft and sweet pleas would sway him.

"Mm-mm," he hummed in protest, lips kissing the shell of your ear softly, but you persisted in your slurring pleas for him to let you cum, mumbling nonsense in between broken words of how much you needed to, "what i say? Stop beggin' bitch, I said no. Hold it." He firmly said, hand slapping firmly against your cheek. In between Terry's now territorial nature and Leo's drive to make you cum you felt so light, but so heavy at the same time. Your mind seemed to be elsewhere, body denying to release the way you so badly wanted to, the nagging urge sending tears to your eyes.

It wasn't until Terry seen the tears cascading down your cheeks, minutes down the line that his resolve started to deteriorate. He loved seeing you come undone, broken, all under a simple command by him. But he also loved seeing the pretty faces, and hearing the most prettiest sounds when you came. "Why you cryin' baby? You wanna cum that bad?" He asked you brows furrowed in mock concern, dragging his hand down to your neck, forcing you to look up at him through your watery, blurred vision.

He didn't allow time for your answer, his own lips connecting with your swollen ones softly. "Cum. Cum for daddy. Cum in his mouth, bitch. All of it." He said firmly, against your lips. Your own breathing seemed to leave you, your own resolve crumbling once you heard the words leave his mouth.

And as much as he loved hearing you moan, loved hearing all the pretty noises you made when you came undone for him, he couldn't let another man get the satisfaction of hearing that, his own lips drowning whatever sounds you made. Some things, were reserved just for him.

hey y'all! started this a month ago, and just now finishing it. idk think it has to grown on me y'all lmaooo! i hope you all enjoyed <3

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pretty sure I forgot some & I added some just by random and comments lolz, if I forgot you please let me know, my adhd and memory is horrible <3

[radisprettysick]

hi may u pls do virgin!choso x big titty reader

choso just staring deeply into her tits since her bra isnt even her size so it just spills out, reader notices him and teases him for it!!!

this all i got ☹️😢😢 hope u see this

I see u pookie 🥹🥹

18+

Choso never knew how to ask for help. He can take lead in every other aspect for someone else but when it comes to helping himself.... he's way more reserved and shy about it.

He was so scared of being vulnerable to you but once he was, oh my god he was in love. He loved being vulnerable around you, you made him feel sososo good. Emotionally. Sexually is a completely different story.

He still hasn't been able to open up to you about sex. He loves your body and finds himself jerking off to thoughts of you often but he always gets too nervous to actually initiate anything with you.

For some reason one week he was just really pent up, he couldn't find the time alone to relieve himself like he usually would. And his habit of staring wasn't helping either. He just could not pull his eyes away from your body. You were in the middle of getting changed and he wanted nothing more than to freeze time so he could stare forever.

It was so obvious. His cheeks were red, his pants were tight, and he was practically drooling.

"Aw shit, I'm gonna have to get a new bra soon these ones don't really fit anymore."

No duh. Yours boobs were practically begging to be sucked on and played with by him.

You looked at him through his continued silence and watched him stare at your chest like a teenage boy seeing a real pair of tits for the first time.

"Choso. Chosooo. If you wanna feel them just ask." This immediately snapped him out of it causing you to suppress a giggle at his clearly stunned reaction.

"Sorry y/n." He averts his eyes to anywhere but you finding an interest in literally anything. His blush continued to grow on his cheeks. He could feel his palms sweating the longer you stayed silent but it did nothing to combat the raging boner he felt. He only looked back at you when he felt your presence next to him, reaching for his hand.

You grabbed his clammy hand and used him to massage your chest. He had to suppress a whine from coming out. They were just so big in his hand. He took over the massaging and looked at your face for approval, after receiving a nod, he pulled you closer so he could remove the bra from obstructing his full view of your perfect tits and took a nipple into his mouth.

He's been wanting this for so long. To finally touch you more than just innocent loving touches. He will ignore the teasing you did earlier of making fun of his staring habit because it got him what he wanted.

And yes he came bra shopping with you. He needed to make sure his baby got the best one <3 and one that he could easily move to suck on your tits <<<<33333

[another-random-paradise]

Hello! I noticed your account has open requests and I've been searching for a while to find some twst writers lol! I really hope you don't mind this request and I like your works :3

A request about Leona and/or Ruggie realizing that this “naive“ m!reader is actually the king of sunset savannah's entertainer/court jester (you know how kings hired court jesters to entertain them in parties or whatever, I haven't done much research). They can insult Falena and the guards wouldn't beat his ass (since it's literally part of his job) PLUS it pays REALLY GOOD. The beastmen just recently found out because of the reader saying a comment about the King, saying something like “His hair reminds me of a tomato.“ “King Tomato Furry (Falena) said that I'll get a raise lol“ just randomly and went back to work.

I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE PLEASE 😭

A lovers Jest

Your brain is so big, anon. So very big, I love this request so much, you don't even know!! In Leonas part the M!reader is mentioned, but in Ruggies it isn't exactly mentioned, since i didn't want to unnecessarily cramp it in, I hope that's okay! Also Leona finds out during a festival, since i thought it would be funny- Also, I'm sorry this took so long, and thank you for the kind words!! Hope you enjoy :) There are way to many "Also's" in this Intro-

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Finding out their crush is the Royal Jester

Characters: Leona, Ruggie

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None that i can think off

Leona

-How did he not know earlier about you being his brothers Jester? well, the man was to busy sleeping to partake in any of the royal festivities 

-How you could be so seemingly naive was a mystery to him, it really stunned him at times, but nonetheless you seemed to grow on him, so, you two started to hang out often

-He liked how, behind the closed doors of his room, you're even willing to joke and make fun of his brother. Falena is usually held in high regards by citizens of Sunset Savanna, not that he really minded. That is definitely why you two started hanging out so much (definitely not because he is slowly developing a crush on you, nuh uh)

-He would tease, how, as the second prince, he could report you to his brother and the guards, because of your jokes, only to get a laugh in response for from you. Truly, how naive could you be to not take threats seriously? let alone make jokes so carelessly about the king?! 

-Well, he was quick to find out, when he eventually was forced to go to a royal event! It's Chekas birthday, and the little man was very insistent about having his beloved uncle there! So, reluctantly, he went, no matter how little he wanted to. He did show up late though

-And when he did arrive, he almost immediately sees you. Well, the prince's birthday was commonly celebrated by the entire kingdom, he supposes it wasn't to weird you're here.. But why is there a crowd around you? and why are you standing so close to his brother?! And then, once he got a bit closer, he could finally hear what you were saying 

-"Why, your majesty, King of tomatoes may just be a better fitting title for you!"

-Oh. Oh no no no no no- he just came to terms with having a crush on you, and now you practically throw yourself into prison?! He knows you're naive, but to openly insult the king?! Even as the second prince he won't be able to save you from prison!

-Leona is panicking to say the least, just as he is about to try and intervene and stop you from being thrown into prison for the rest of your live, he suddenly hears his brother..laugh? The guards stand in their place, a few people in the crowd giggling, as his brother and his sister-in-law are full on laughing.

-He just stands there shocked, till Falena finally notices him. "Leona! how nice of you to finally grace us with your presence! I believe you have yet to meet my Jester?" Jester?! It would explain the situation.. "No, we have met before.." 

-respond to his intense stare with a smile, and suddenly he is looking away and blushing ever so slightly

-Suddenly your 'naivety' makes so much sense. You aren't naive, you just love your work so much, you continue to do it outside of working hours

-The rest of the night he spends silently observing you, while having to deal with chekas antics 

-You best believe, that the next time you two hang out, he'll be confronting you, very much wanting to know why you didn't tell him- You probably thought he already knew, since, y'know, he's part of the royal family and all

-This, along with his crush on you, gave him a great Idea. As a second prince, he isn't required to marry a woman, since he doesn't need an heir.. So not only is he free to marry you, he would get to take his brothers favorite Jester from him. For once, he'd be the one to take something from his brother, instead of the other way around! 

-Of course, that isn't the only reason he wants to marry you, dear reader, this lion is head over heels for you- he's just to stubborn to admit it :)

Ruggie

-You and Ruggie have probably already been close for a while, maybe you even have already gone on a date or two!

-And yet, he has yet to know what you do for work. But he does know that you make A LOT of money! He wouldn't just like you for the money, but if you're the kind of person to use at least a small amount to help those in need like himself by giving to charity, or paying for the meals he takes back home for the kids of the slum during the holidays, then that is a definitely one of the reason he fell for you

-He did notice how openly you insulted the King, and he can't say he minds, that man has so much money, and is supposed to take care of his kingdom, and yet there are still kids growing up the way he did. 

-Nonetheless, he usually stops you when your 'naive' enough to Joke about the King in the open, he doesn't need you going to prison, you pay for so many of his meals! He is genuinely in love with you, but just like Leona, too stubborn to admit it

-Until one day, he once again stops you from Insulting the king in public and you reply with a simple "Why? King Tomato-head even said I'd get a raise for that Joke!"

-"Wait what? What do you mean by that??" - If you translated Ruggies expression into words

-"Oh yeah, I'm the Royal Jester! Did I never tell you that?" No, no you did not- but it does explain a lot to Ruggie, why, no matter how much you joked in the open, the guards never went after you, why you were willing to insult the king at all.. You weren't naive, you were just doing your job!

-...Do you think you could also get him a job as jester? He knows a court usually has more than one Jester, and apparently it pays well!.. But that would mean he would spent his holidays at the castle instead of with his grandma and the slum kids. Yeah, he'll leave the Jesting to you

-But suddenly, instead of stopping you from telling your jokes, he'll help you come up with them! He knows, that the funnier a Jester is, the more they'll get paid, and you best believe he's making sure you bring home that bag!!

-...Also, maybe if you have a holiday off, you'd be willing to come with him to the slums and perform for the kids? He can only imagine how exited they would be to see the performance of an actual jester. 

-If you say yes, he'd literally be willing to marry you on the spot, he's already picking a venue

Tbh, not that proud of Leonas part, the words didn't wanna word- But I'm still pretty proud of myself nonetheless ngl

Also, two posts in one day, I feel so productive-

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is welcomed, just be nice :)

Have a lovely day/night!

[lichenes]

vincent renzi nsfw alphabet? :3

Thank you for the ask anon ;D

I figured this would be the best way to start writing nsfw soooo :3c

Giggling. kicking my feet literally. If you want me to elaborate on any particular letter feel free to lmk :]

I tried to make it as gn as possible :p

Vincent Renzi x gn!reader

CW: Less descript-y than my usual works, different format basically, kinda drifted from the nsfw-ness of it in a few of the subpoints lol, NSFW

wc: (excluding the template) 1,2k

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

I feel like he would kiss you through your orgasm and after you've both come off your high he would get up lazily still basking in the afterglow... He would look so good doing it too, his tired eyes observing your still heaving chest. He would ask you if you need anything and provide it for you. A caring partner thats for sure.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

In this context- he likes his own fingers. You clearly like his hands and he confronted you about it jokingly a few times to tease you. The first time he uses them on you, oh mon dieu... His favourite part of you are your eyes. To look into them while you cum is like heaven to him. While he eats you out he likes to keep eye contact if possible...

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

I wouldn't say he's obsessed with you swallowing his cum. He is a tad bit opposed, being familiar with the risks it carries with it. He wouldn't be completely against it so if you feel like it, go for it.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a massive yearner. He'd never tell you that but he made a social media account solely to stalk you on it and not for work like he assured you. He would gaze lovingly at your pictures if you post any or just stare at the blank profile picture icon imagining what you were doing at the time.

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

Mostly, he was pretty vanilla for most his life so if you want to try anything kinkier you should research it together to give him the security of knowing. When it comes to the basic things, fingering, eating out, different positions, he passes with flying colours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Whatever you're comfortable with and whichever ones he can see your face in. He's obsessed with your face contorting into expressions of pleasure or pain if youre into it.

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

He stays pretty serious for most of the time, teasing you if he feels bold that day. When he feels like you're in a bad mood he tries his best to cheer you up in... many ways. He doesn't crack jokes at random times while you have sex though.

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

He's a clean man that's all I can say. His carpet does indeed match the drapes. And most importantly he cares for your comfort which makes him trim himself quite often. When it comes to his facial hair he sometimes forgets to shave and his moustache comes in. He noticed that that's when you make love most passionately so he sometimes 'accidentally' forgets to shave, when he's feeling particularly needy.

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

Oh big romantic type, the first time you had sex he did the whole, rose petals on the floor, candles lit and all. Every time you have sex it's a special occasion and he feels obligated to make it seem so every time. During the moment he's very tender with you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ears...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember that social media account I was talking about earlier? The first time the thought crossed his mind to masturbate to your pictures he got so flustered he had to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face to get rid of the thought. After he has aquired your photos though he does it with only a twinge of embarrassment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's big into undressing you if you, the act of stripping your clothes from your perfect body, lord, he couldn't imagine anything as arousing. He is a vanilla man up untill it comes to you riding him. When he's in that state you could convince him to do anything.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed, your patio on the outdoor sofa. You tried to convince him to go at it in his office at the law firm he works at but he got too flustered just at the thought and thought that he'd die of a heart attack if you were to actualise your fantasy.

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

As previously mentioned, undressing you. It's not like he's a complete maniac, taking your shirt off in front of him won't make him faint but he still will get a little flustered. Begging. That's it. He also loves seeing you relaxed. Whenever you're lounging on the sofa he gets the urge to make you just a bit more tense...

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

I feel like he wouldn't degrade you unless you begged for it. He is also against impact play, but he's a covenantal man. Talk to him about it and you shall see.

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

Giving or recieving is fine. He's a master at eating pussy and if you aren't comfortable with oral he won't force you to do it. He will happily welcome it thought, giving you tips as you go.

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

Highly depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly foul he won't have any qualms to pound you into the matress. If he's upset he'll go slow and sensual to relay to you how much you mean to him.

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

He prefers longer sessions to quickies. Fervency isn't what fuels him most so he prefers to go slow.

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

He likes experimenting, with certain limits of course. He prefers not to take risks, a calm and calculated man he is. When he warms up to you though, you could convince him to do it outside your bedroom (ex. the sofa on the patio).

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

When angry or self concious he can go for many rounds, his stamina knows no bounds when he's mad. Normally, he prefers 1-2 rounds a happy medium.

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

He doesn't own any toys as he's too embarrassed to buy them, online or at brick-and-mortar. If you use any, he likes using them on you during your raptures to rile you up even more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man adores teasing. Especially when he can see that you're too self-assured that day, he likes breaking down your barriers of faux confidence and making you melt in his grasp.

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

Aside from occasional grunts and moans he isn't very vocal. He loves listening to your sounds though. This man is generally lovestruck by you. With little sounds comes how quiet he is. Maybe that little office endeavour could happen then?

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

I think he would go feral if you were to wear lingere for your first time with him. He is definitely a flatterer but he would be talking and thinking about you on the bed just in those perfectly enveloping you bra and panties... MON DIEU.

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

He is on the lean side with his medium height statue perfectly complimenting his overall shape... What? Oh yeah his dick. That's what this subpoint is about. He's hung, not uncomfortably so that you couldn't take him all at once but enough to not be able to put it in without some prep first.

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

Once again he will do it as often as you like, it all depends on you. Although once he's desperate he won't hold back on you and go at it for hours...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After clean up, he falls asleep in your arms pretty quickly spent from all the lovemaking. Sometimes he stays still just to face your sleeping form and watch your peacefull demeanor, safe from all the evils of the world when in his embrace.

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[sturn1olo-ffics]

- NERVOUS -

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- WARNINGS: kissing (making out 😨), literally one joke about Matt and Chris dating, swearing, (I think that’s it? I hope so) ; NOT PROOFREAD

- DESCRIPTION: Y/n has only known the triplets for a few months, but she has already developed a crush on Matt. After watching a scary movie, Matt decides to mess with her by asking if she’s nervous.

(Y/N’s POV)

I had known the triplets for about 3 months when I started to realize that I was falling for Matt. I don’t even know why. Their fans had always shipped me and Chris because we were both loud and energetic. We could easily match each other’s energy so well. But I could never see Chris as someone I’d date.

It was about 11pm on a Friday night when me, Nick, and Chris were sitting on their couch, reading comments from the car video posted earlier that day.

User627: “Y/n and Chris are deadass the same fucking person it’s insane”

Sturniolofan32: “Y/n definitely has a crushy crush on Chris”

User991: “Can y���all stop making up shit 😭 obviously they just have similar personalities”

“Bro these comments get me every time bro y’all fans theorize like crazy” I blurt out, holding in a laugh.

“Okay but like who wouldn’t have a crush on me. I know Matt does” Chris said loudly so Matt would hear, giggling after.

“What the fuck Chris you’re so fucking weird” Matt says, entering the room with wet hair, a black wife beater, and black sweatpants on.

He looked so good I couldn’t help but stare at him. Thank God he didn’t notice.

Matt sat down on the couch, in between me and Chris. Nick on the other side of Chris.

I held my breath as we were sitting so close I could feel my heart rate speed up.

“Why don’t we put on a scary movie or some shit to pass the time since we’re all bored” said Chris.

Nick grabbed the remote and put on The Conjuring. I had seen this movie multiple times before, but the jump-scares still somehow got me.

About an hour into the movie, Nick and Chris announced that they were exhausted and wanted to head to bed. Me and Matt wanted to finish the movie, so we stayed on the couch and finished the last hour or so of the movie.

“Honestly this movie isn’t even scary anymore after watching it about 7 times” I joked.

Matt let out a soft giggle and glanced over at me. I could feel my face heat up as I prayed for it to not be obvious that I’m blushing.

“Are you nervous?” Matt asked, almost in a joking manner.

“No, why?” I said, obviously confused.

“Your face is beat red, y/n. You must be nervous” Matt said cockily.

“What would I be nervous of? I just said I wasn’t scared-” I started before I was cut off.

“You know.” Matt said in a serious tone.

“I know what exactly?” I clapped back.

“You know you’re nervous around me.” Matt said smiling into his words.

“Why would I be nervous around you?” I said, trying to not blow my cover.

“So, you’re saying you wouldn’t be nervous if I did this?” Matt said quietly.

“Did what-” I could barely get those two words out before I felt his lips on my neck.

I felt the butterflies swarm my stomach as I sat up quickly, in shock of what he just did.

“I knew it!” he said proudly.

“Knew what? How to scare the fucking daylights out of someone?” I said in a snarky tone.

“Okay, we’ll if that didn’t make you nervous, I bet this will…” he says quietly before grabbing my waist with one hand and my cheek in the other.

His eyes flickered to my lips and back up to my eyes before his lips were softly placed on mine.

I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss. After a few seconds, Matt pulls away to tilt his head and deepen the kiss.

Next thing I know, he was grabbing my waist and pulling me on top of him.

I pulled back to gasp for air and he smirked, proudly.

“Still not nervous?” he joked.

“No, actually.” I laughed.

He lifted his hand to place it on my chest.

“Then why is your heart beating so fucking fast?” he questioned, knowing you’re lying.

“I don’t know, maybe because I couldn’t breathe for a solid 30 seconds while making out with you…?” I said cockily.

“Sure… sure whatever you wanna believe, y/n” he laughed.

Next thing I know his lips were back on the other side of my neck, biting the skin between his teeth.

“Woah woah woah slow down there kid, I don’t need bruises on my neck for the next week” I giggled, but also was serious.

“You can cover it up. I’m sure there’s a tutorial out there somewhere.” Matt said quickly before placing his lips back on the side of my neck.

A few moments later we hear Nick start coming down the stairs. So, we jump back to our original spots on the couch and get on our phones like nothing happened.

“You two gonna go to sleep at some point?” Nick said as he walked to the fridge for some water.

“Yeah actually we were just about to head that way” Matt responded, grabbed my hand to help me up.

Nick looked at us confused, then wandered back to his room.

“You think he noticed the marks on my neck?” I questioned.

“Nah, otherwise bro would’ve freaked the fuck out” Matt joked as we climbed into his bed.

I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around my waist. We both fell asleep, but all I could think about was how nervous I am around him.

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A/n: Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfic so I hope it was okay 😭😭 let me know what y’all wanna see next <3

[caeunot]

Hi!! can you write a Johnnie x fem reader fluff? 🙏🏼

johnnie guilbert x reader fluff♡

valentines day with johnnie

➷ you didn't have a boyfriend, you haven't had one in 3 years and it doesn't bother you one bit. it was only when your close friend johnnie said it was a little sad that you were spending valentines day completely alone and only working. his words affected you more than you hoped, you had automatically assumed that this was the norm and having someone shatter that bubble was quite jarring.

"well then sir what should I do, valentines day is tomorrow and literally everyone I know is busy" you say sipping your already cold coffee, you didn't want to get up and warm it up though, in case of the subject changing.

"I think you should spent it with me! not in a weird way but in a platonic way, as you can see I also have no plans", "woah woah I never said I had no plans, just that my plans were not very valentines day themed" he laughed, "so is that a yes? can I pick you up after work?"

"it's a yes you weirdo"

you purposefully dressed better and put on more makeup than usual that morning, you knew johnnie would pick you up at your work instead of at your house so you wouldn't have time to get ready. you also packed in a skimpy black dress just for emergency! (you never know what might happen okay??)

and just as you assumed, there was johnnie waiting outside your work at exactly 4:20 pm, how he knew the exact time you would walk out still is a complete mystery. he was wearing a suit with a flower in his hand and did a little twirl when you walked up to him, "I clean up well huh" you smile, "yeah, for an emo guy"

"I'm not the one still in work clothes" you roll your eyes, "okay give me a minute and I'll change". you run back inside and change your outfit in the public bathroom, as you walk out you find yourself being stared at by your co-workers, and eventually johnnie as you stepped outside.

"wow, you look amazing" you twirl just as he did earlier, "okay show off get in the car". you jump in next to him in the back seat of the uber, as you do you notice his tie was done completely wrong. you scoot into the middle seat and start fixing his tie without a warning, making him turn his face away but you could see the blush on his ears, as you finish his tie you gently fix his already neat hair with your hands, "perfect!" you mutter when you finish, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"I only did it wrong because I never wear suits okay" he says shyly, "I believe you" you say leaning back into the car seat. "so where are you taking me? especially in that outfit" he laughs, "it's a surprise! you will have to wait". you stick out your tongue and look out the window to try make out where your going.

quite a few minutes later the car pulled over in the middle of what feels like an abandoned road, around you is mainly just land and mountains. "why did we stop?" you say as johnnie gets out the car. "hey answer me!" you say turning around and looking at him through the boot as he grabs bags. "come out the car then" he says with a grin before closing the boot.

you sigh and exit out the car and almost immediately it drives away leaving you and johnnie in the middle of nowhere, he throws a bag over his shoulder and starts walking further down the road. "you coming?" he says as he turned around to see you still standing. you just sigh and follow him.

you jog a bit to catch up, "johnnie no offence but so far this date is crap", he looks over to you "it's not that much further" he says. you two continued walking for awhile untill he stopped and took you by your shoulders, "okay, wait! close your eyes!", "okay" you giggle doing as he says. he takes you by your hands and leads you forward and almost a minute later he tells you to stand still and you hear some shuffling sounds as if he's taking things out his bag.

"okay open your eyes!" you look around and see that you are high up on the mountain and enough to see all the lights from the buildings below, the orange sun was spreading throughout the sky and you couldn't help but ghasp from the view alone, you look over to johnnie and see his proud face. you also saw he had put down a picnic blanket and a lot of takeaway food.

"holy shit!! how did you know this existed?", he sits down on the blanket and waited for you to sit down to respond, "everywhere I've lived I've made it my mission to find little hidden places, if I'm honest I don't think we are even allowed to be here". "even better" you say laying down to get a better view of the clouds.

he lies down next to you leaning his face on his hand looking down at you, "thank you for letting me take you here" he says with a look you have never seen on him. "you must like me a lot to take me to your secret spot hm? or is this where you take all your girls." you said with a lewd grin.

he fixes a strand of your hair, "your the first person I've taken here". "and why am I the one to get that privilege" you say sitting up. "is that even a question y/n, no one compares to you".

you feel yourself blush, "sorry that was weird" he says shaking his head. "no no it's not, it was perfect, this is perfect.. you are perfect" you say leaning into his face but stopping before you were in touching distance. "y/n" he whimpers as he looked up into your eyes.

the air between you so thick and intense, you wanted nothing more than to have his soft lips move against yours. but sadly he breaks it away and clears his throat, "anyways I brought food! it's getting cold we should eat!"

reluctantly you did as he said and you two ate and drank in a comfortable silence, after you finish you get up the uber comes back just as it starts getting too dark. "thank you for tonight, I loved it" you said as you put your seatbelt on. "I'm so glad" he says giving a weak smile.

the silence lasted a while longer till you decided to break it, "wait I don't want to go home yet", he looks at you confused. "can we stop at the park? I want to watch the stars". he bites his lip contemplating. "okay yeah sure!" he says and directs the uber to the closest park.

once you get there he takes the bags and lays out the blanket again, you sit down feel goosebumps appear down your arm. "I'm an idiot I didn't bring a jacket" he immediately takes off his lepard jacket he had changed into earlier, he then put it on your shoulders without even asking, "you sure?" you ask, he just nods.

you lie down and take in the serenity, the stars were very clear that night and you could identify some of them, but you decided not to be cliche and list them to Johnnie. speaking about Johnnie, you couldn't help but notice how good he smells with him lying so close to you.

you turn and face him, "johnnie", you just say. he turns towards you, "yes y/n?". you take in a deep breath, "I don't want to look at the stars anymore", " what? why?" he says concerned.

"I'd much rather look at you" you say biting your lip, immediately embarrassed because of his cheesey you are.

he sits up and immediately leans in grabbing your face and kisses you passionately. you let out a small moan from surprise as he climbs on top you and grinds gently ontop of your dress, since it it so small just by that movement it starts riding up your body exposing your panties.

"mmfff not here Johnnie" you say moving back, he looks at you on his all fours like a lost desperate puppy. "fine" he says and dramatically lying back down onto the blanket. you crawl up next to him and tuck your head under his arm and wrap your leg around his. "is this okay?" you ask after you got comfortable.

he just kisses your forehead and let's out a small "mhm"

❣

[lesbojournals]

Drunken Crafts (Stucky x Reader)

It was a painfully average day in your house, Steve and Bucky off at Avengers headquarters doing god knows what while you lounged around. You had already cleaned the whole house to entertain yourself: the vacuuming was done, the bathrooms were spotless, all of the laundry and dishes were clean and put away. You had even started dinner, cooking a beef stew with vegetables in the pressure cooker.

What else, truly, was there to do?

You felt like Rapunzel in the beginning of Tangled–you had already read a book this morning, you took a shower, you even clipped the cat’s claws!

You pattered around the house, convinced nothing would entertain you at this point, until your eyes landed on Bucky’s bottle of Tennessee Whiskey.

You glanced back and forth, almost nervous to be caught sauntering over to the bottle. You shyly took it and brought it over to the kitchen, where you mixed it with some sweet tea you had made earlier.

You took a sip and sighed happily, bringing both the bottle and the tea to the living room where you planned on watching some youtube.

As the drink became more empty, new ideas sprung into your head. You decided to get out all of your crafting tools, deciding on making both Bucky and Steve a masterpiece. After another drink or two, you couldn't remember, you abandoned the crafts and decided hey, what better time than now to bake some cookies? It'd be a fun dessert after having your stew.

With that, you skipped off to the kitchen, drink in hand, to bake. At one point you decided to take off your pants, after all, they weren't your sweats and you didn't want to dirty them. The same thought did not occur about the XXL Avengers logo tee you had on.

You turned on your favorite happy music, bouncing around eating raw cookie dough from the wooden mixing spoon.

The music was so loud that you didn't hear Bucky and Steve enter. You were too distracted making cookies that you forgot you not only had music on, but youtube as well, and a mess of crafts in the living room.

Steve confusingly walked up the stairs as Bucky took off his shoes, unsure of why there was so much loud noise throughout the house.

“Beautiful?” He called, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you.

He stopped in his footsteps, leading Bucky to catch up and hastily go “Is everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve pointed at you, dancing obnoxiously with cookie batter in your hands, and Bucky sighed in adoration, before noticing that you had no pants on.

He practically bolted up the rest of the stairs, and you caught his eye as he fully entered the kitchen with a “Buck!!”

“What're you doing honey?” He asked, looking around the floor of the apartment to see your mess.

“Baking cookies!!” You happily answered, swaying back and forth with a giggle.

Before Bucky could comment Steve brought his attention. “Looks like someone got to your liquid gold, honey.” He held up the now empty whiskey bottle.

Bucky stared at the bottle with wide eyes, then turned back to you.

“Is something wrong?” You laughed, throwing your cookies in the oven (quite literally-you didn't realize how aggressive you were being).

Bucky smiled along with Steve, and grabbed you from behind. “Nothing, we just love you.”

“I love you both too!!” You said with a hiccup, then you remembered. “Oh wait !! I have a gift for you two!!”

You ran off to the living room, while Steve turned off the very loud music. They both followed you in, eyes nearly bulging out of their heads at the mess you made.

You didn't notice their look, instead holding up a large piece of card stock full of collage, stickers, and drawings. It said “DrAwINg fOr My SoULmaTeS” in letters from various magazines.

It was frankly a mess and didn't make any sense, but Steve took it in his hands anyway. Him and Bucky were silent.

You started tearing up. “You hate it!!”

Bucky rushed to your side, cooing. “No, no, darling. It's beautiful.”

“This is fridge worthy.” Steve announced, and you smiled giddily.

With a loud ding! your attention was immediately averted, deciding to shout (in Bucky’s ear none the less) “MY STEW!!”

You tried to run to the kitchen but Bucky caught you. “Why don't you let Stevie and I worry about dinner. You relax.”

You pouted, not thrilled with this decision that both of your boys seemed set on.

By the time they came back to you with a dinner plate in hand you were passed out on the couch, drooling all over the couch pillow. Bucky put your plate in the fridge and Steve picked you up, cautiously bringing you to the bedroom.

You blabbered on about something in your drunken sleep haze, repeatedly telling Steve “I love you, I love Bucky, You guys are my favorite.” and so on.

“I know darling,” Steve smiled. “We love you too.”

How did you get so lucky?

[palmtreesx3]

Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You're always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it's just too much? What if this time you've had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?

(3k) Warnings: 18+ Smut okay? Failed dating, angsty friendship, jealousy, unfaithful/cheating adjacent, physical altercation, female fingering, public hookup 

Just a wee one-shot after someone (🧱) had to come in my inbox and talk about being jealous and defensive about Stevie instead of the other way around.

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Steve's an honest to god, good fucking guy, so it should be no surprise to you when you find out he gave Heather a ride home after her car broke down outside of Family Video. He doesn't even do it for the praise - not anymore at least - which makes it all the more infuriating. 

Watching her jump out of his car. You roll your eyes at how she maneuvers just the right way so that her hair literally bounces when she giggles. The way she has her arms crossed in front of her, hands clasped - innocent enough - but you clock how she bats her eyes a little more than necessary and how her arms dig into her sides, pressing her tits up just a little more out of her dress than before. 

It's enough to gag. 

He sees you staring, eyes locked on her all the way from his driveway. Gives you a wave from across the street and you wave back. Can you wave sarcastically? If it's possible, you just did it. Giving him a thumbs up, he narrows his eyes at you before turning to go inside his house. 

Later at the house party you find yourself at that night, you're 3 beers in when you stumble into the kitchen. She's there hanging all over him. Trying hard to get him to cash in on a thank you for that favor earlier. Steve's not leaning into her, but he's not pulling away either. He's holding back, but the look on his face is hopeful and the smile on his lips is actually goddamn genuine. 

You know he's been on endless dates lately, trying to find one girl that'll be enough, stick around for at least a few dates, be interested in more than just a fuck. He recounts every one of them for you and Robin in excruciating detail. And then lingers and festers in the details of how it went wrong for twice as long. Self deprecating commentary that is nowhere near the truth and you can't bear to hear one more time will bring up the rear. 

So Heather fawning all over him tonight because he carted her off in his chariot in her moment of need sounded just about right. As did the slug trail of his broken, bleeding, lovelorn heart that was bound to show up after she stopped calling, was always busy, or just flat out told him she was done with him. Whichever it was gonna be this time, you already saw the writing on the wall. 

You're quick to move to the counter, right next to where they stand, and slam down a shot glass, filling it to the brim with whatever amber liquid you reached for first. When Steve reaches out to make sure you're okay.. suggest you slow down even, he touches your hand to stop you and you're taken aback by the shudder that runs up your body at his touch. You look at him, and then over to her and all you snap out is some comment about how you're just pre-medicating. When this blows up in your face I want to be ready. You gesture between the pair. 

You're not sure why you're being so mean today. Sure you're sick of the same old song and dance with him, but today you're angry about it and that's…new. She doesn't even notice your little outburst, fingers aimlessly toying with the tufts of hair brushing his neck while she stares off into the distance of the party. Steve, however, notices and is left to wonder why you're being such a bitch about it tonight. Wonders if your problem was with him… or Heather. 

Another hour later you're leaning against the brick of the house out back, hot cigarette held between your fingers, smoke billowing in the air around you. The sickly sweet sounds of a giggle coming from between the hydrangeas caught your ear. A giggle straight from the mouth of that blonde haired bimbo you could pinpoint from a mile away. It sucker punched you in the gut knowing how this was going to all go, and the disgusting slurping sounds of her tongue down Steve Harrington's throat just a few feet away made your eyes roll. 

Here we go. 

Making sure you loudly push through the opening in the bushes, full with browning gloves of delicate petals, you scoff at the sight of the back of Heather's head, lips now tucked into the crook of his neck.

Jason's neck. 

Not Steve's. 

There's absolutely no reason for you to do what you do next. Not one that makes logical sense, really. Because you open your mouth and can not help but tell Heather where to stick it. You call her a few names, some of them not very pretty, before turning on your heel and swinging the sliding door open to go back inside. 

Your mild annoyance with Heather's antics is suddenly festering into a blind, boiling rage, which made the fact that she decided to follow you a really, really bad one. 

What is your problem? She asks me. 

And at first you don't know what it is. Sure she's acting like a sloppy girl throwing herself on Steve…or apparently anyone who might just fuck her even more stupid than she already is. But she's not the first girl you know to act like that. Not the first or the last Hawkins Hot Shot who thinks they're too pretty for this hometown. 

But then the words spew out and it's pretty clear why there's a fire lit inside you. Each step closer you get to Heather you're giving her hell.

My problem? What's yours? I'm so damn sick and tired of girls like you acting like this. 

Girls like me? What does that mean, huh? 

Yeah, like what? You wonder to yourself. 

Like Steve is some fucking goddamn pet that you can lead around on a leash. Pet when you want something. Tie up when you don't.

Oh. 

You're just another one of these stupid fucking girls. It's disgusting how you treat him. Disgusting, you know that?

You continue on with a drunken dissertation about how Steve Harrington deserves more than these stupid vapid girls and how not one of them deserved him. 

There's a small crowd growing, drawn to your loud voice and colorful language. And she's clearly tired of the show. Never really caring all that much about Steve, more about the hookup, now that she's got Jason in her grip Steve is an afterthought. 

Until he's standing right in front of her.

Heather. He says. Big brown doe eyes looking sad and disappointed… again. Makes your gut fucking churn. 

Pushing your way through the crowded living room you're out the front door before you know it, not wanting to stick around to hear whatever she had to say to him. You didn’t want to watch his face fall and realize it’s over before it even started

Leaning against the first car you see, you tisk your tongue as you realize that the one you landed on was his. Has to be, doesn't it? 

There's an odd silence there.The thick sounds of the music muffled by the walls of the house are there, but you pay them no mind. There’s squeals and drunk laughter and chanting, but they all feel so distant. It’s a silence that doesn’t actually exist. One you created. But then, what does crack through your bubble - the thing that breaks the silence…

What you said… did you mean that? 

You don't even look up. You nod your head. You explain that you're sick of it. Sick of hearing about all of these girls walking all over the nicest guy you know. Sick of the games they play. Sick. You didn’t look up from your shoes once. 

It's fine. Really. I deserve it. I used to be no better than them. 

Shut the fuck up, already! Don't you say that. 

Maybe. Maybe that's true. You demand that he stop beating himself up. Punishing himself for something - someone - who's been dead and long gone for years. You tell him how you can't stand these girls making a mockery of him when he's genuinely trying. Tell him how you're gonna fuck up the next one that thinks it's all a game. 

Shit. Well .. thats …  

What? Confusion clouds your brain. Not sure what he's trying to say. 

Steve. I just don't want anything to hurt you. Not a demodog… or a stupid girl. It's always the same and I'm sick of seeing you think you deserve it. Like, sometimes I think you fuckin do this on purpose to yourself. 

What do I deserve then, huh? What am I supposed to do? Because I don’t fuckin' know.

Steve…just stop it. You scoff. 

Gravel is kicked up behind you and the footsteps you hear are drawing closer to you, a smarmy and whiney voice comes out to greet you Well well well, thanks for that show in there.

Jason, I swear to God, you need to keep it moving. Fists curling at your sides without a thought. 

Didn’t know you got this little thing to fight your battles for you now, Harrington. Real cute. Total fall from grace, huh?

You’re on him quicker than he knows what to do. The last thing he expected was for you to wind up and clock him dead in the face. Jason falls backwards a few steps stumbling as he grabs at his face, covering the tender spot where you knocked him, the left side of his nose and just below the eye. He's not bleeding, per say. But you take note of the deep purple stain already pooling in the dip of his eye socket, so you know that mother fucker is gonna feel it for weeks. 

He doesn't need me to fight his battles, Jason. You say his name dripping with sarcasm. 

Then why'd ya punch me, you bitch? Sure looks like it. 

You hear him step forward. You just know the tense look in Steve's face and the way his jaw is set and clenched without even turning around. You know the blind rage he gets when he feels like he needs to defend one of his friends - someone he cares about. You're certain the muscles in his lips are ticking and twitching with anger. And you don't have time for his theatrics tonight. You've had enough of it already, so you reach your hand out and backwards, stopping him by his chest so he stops his advance. 

Instead you step forward. Not scared in the least of Jason fuckin' Carver and his buttercup yellow polo shirt. You smirk as you see a drop of crimson blood has fallen from the tip of his nose and onto its front, just knowing how he's going to have to ask his Mommy to get the stain out for him. 

I punched you because you're annoying me. Your face is stupid, you talk too much and you don't know when to mind your own goddamn business. Where's Heather anyway? You two are perfect for one another. 

You turn on your heels and walk to the other side of Steve's car, leaning against the side and not looking back at Jason and his idiot stuck up friends as they stumble down the neighborhood road away from the party.

Steve comes around the back of the car, looking at you. He hasn't said a word, so that's been great. Probably thinks you're certified insane tonight with the way things are going. 

Steve, I'm good. Jason is clearly not an issue anymore. You should go find Heather - 

But you're cut off before you can finish, because in a few long strides he's in front of you, grabbing at your shoulders to bring your eyes up to his. Telling you how it's hot when you defend his honor. 6. Talking about how hot it was when you were looking at him all jealous of another girl's attention and affection. About how he never noticed it before but now it makes so much sense. 

I don't do that. I didn't - 

Now it's his turn to scoff. 

You ask him what's so funny? And he literally doesn't answer you, just laughs some more with a shake of his head. Eyes roaming around your surroundings. He hasn't moved away from where he's standing in front of you. Somehow HE looks annoyed with YOU now and you're ready to pick a fight about it. 

Instead, all of the air is stolen from your lungs when Steve Harrington leans down and crashes his lips onto yours.

What was that for? You shove him back a little, but his feet are planted and he doesn't budge. 

The smile turning up the corner of his lips is irritating. Irritating because you don't know why he's smiling, but doubly so because it is really fucking cute. Oh nothing, just wanted to show my girl how much I appreciate her. 

Your girl? Steve, you are sorely mistaken. Did you hit your head? Heather is -.

Honey. Stop. Let's not do this.

He argues with you. Tells you how it all makes so much sense. About how none of the girls are you, so of course they didn't work. About how of course you're frustrated and feel protective. About how those dagger eyes you were wielding all night were, in fact, jealousy. Because you both feel the same way and neither was smart enough to notice. 

I'm done with Heather, honey. I'm done with all the Heathers. He waves his hand at the house party, still booming with noise and energy, but only focused on you.

The feverous press of his lips back on yours happens before you can even process what he's said. Pressed against the side of his car, his hands quickly slide up your side, finding a warm and comfortable home under the hem of your sweater. Cold fingertips dancing up your sides, thumbs squeezing where it's soft and dips into your tummy, knee sliding between your legs all in one smooth motion. 

He pulls his lips away to look at you, both of you panting deep breaths, chests rising and falling and eyes darting around one another's faces, trying to process what's unfolding for you both right now. 

Sorry. 

He huffs out an apology. Says he shouldn't have. Says he wasn't thinking. Says he's never thinking straight. Goes to pull away. 

You grab his wrist as he tries to retreat.

They're all fuckin' stupid. Steve, they're all stupid. I've been telling you every time. Every single goddamn time. 

He looks back at you, still unsure. Eyes a little sad - wavering. Guard down further than you've seen it in years. 

And if any one of them got their head out of their asses, they'd have been so fuckin' lucky. 

He goes to speak before you stop him - Don't. Don't say it. Don't do that bullshit again. Just … 

Back against the side of the BMW he's pressed into you tightly. Hands wrapped around your hips, fingertips digging into the denim covering your ass as he squeezes. It really was like… the hottest fuckin' thing to watch you punch Jason Carver… for me. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles where they're sure to be sore tomorrow. 

Can I say thank you? 

He asks you with pleading eyes. You ask him Didn't you just say it? He shakes his head. Tells you that's not how he wants to say it. Tells you that's not what he means. That he wants to show you instead. 

And once you nod your head at him, theres no time for anything. No time for thinking, moving, rational decision making. Because you're just there, in between Steve's car and some janky van parked next to it, as he's tugging at your button, crooking his fingers in your belt loops, making it just so he can slide his hand inside your underwear and maneuver his fingers to your core. 

He's so fuckin' gentle it makes your head spin. Featherlight touches around you, gently playing with the folds and petals of your lips, a slippery waltz on and around your clit, dancing with his fingertip. Eyelashes fluttering with your head tilted back and resting on his car door, unable to formulate words or phrases or noises - rendered utterly frozen and useless..

What stupid fucking assholes. Those girls took a pass on this? On this boy who just wants someone to be with. On all this care, and attention and - oh my God. 

You're pulled from your blissful thoughts by a deep pressure, a fullness you didn't expect from Steve's long and thick fingers entering you briskly. Mouth open and gasping at the twist and turns of them until he finds a spot that makes you twitch, a spot he likes. A juxtaposition to those gentle caresses, he's driving his fingers deep into your pussy now, reaching and rubbing. 

Still soft and careful but deep and forefull. He's not driving his fingers into you like the last guy who used his hand like a jackhammer. No, Steve is caressing your pussy and following through with a deep roll of his fingers on the upswing. Pushing back, pushing upwards, making your hips buck up towards him uncontrollably. You cry out when he scissors his fingers just a bit and then follows up with the quick addition of a third finger.

As abruptly as he's inside, he's back out again, rubbing and circling over you with his four, flat fingers, satisfying pressure on your clit making you forget about how you missed them being inside you for just a moment.

Shit, Steve…I-  someone's gonna see.

Let them. Fuck… let them. I hope they do. Then they'll know. 

Slipping those fingers right back inside, slick and squelching, toying with you, making you suck all of the air out of the world around you, he brings himself right next to your ear, pressed up against you. Cheek to cheek. You feel the muscles on his forearm tensing and flexing as he pumps into you ruthlessly. White hot pleasure swirling deep in your stomach, staccato breaths brushing past his ear, eyes squeezed shut your orgasm ripples through your body - tummy to toes, tingling running up your spine and back down again as you exhale from a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He hasn't pulled away yet. Hadn't looked at you. Fingers still inside, palm pressed up against the car just beside your face as he whispers They'll know I'm done with them now. Cause I've always had you. 

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seeing people in the comments on this post being mean about jake's spelling mistakes makes me so fucking mad. so i wrote a ficlet about it. it's just sad fluff with jake being the sweetest human on the planet and needing a little comfort. also i used actual comments from the post in this fic because they made me so angry. i literally wrote this in one sitting so sorry for the inevitable typos.

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You unlocked your front door, doing your best to be as quiet as possible. You’d gone out to dinner with a few of your friends, which had quickly turned into a night at the bar (as it often did with this particular group). You’d had fun, but now you were simply exhausted and ready to be in bed. You tiptoed through the house – silent as possible in case Jake was already asleep. You entered your shared bedroom to find him sitting up against the headboard, his phone in his hand and his soft hair up in a loose bun. One lamp was still on, bathing him in a warm, yellow light. 

“Hey, baby.” He gave you a soft smile and you couldn’t help but smile in return. “How were your friends?” 

“Oh they were great.” You said, peeling your shirt and pants off and tossing them into the hamper. “We had fun. But I missed you.” 

Jake smiled wider, but you couldn’t help but notice that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Maybe he’d missed you more than you thought he would. It was a Saturday night, and the two of you usually spent Saturday nights together when he was in town. 

“I missed you too, y/n.” 

You threw on some comfy sweatpants and an old band t of Jake’s before climbing into bed. You settled in close to him and he immediately placed his phone on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.  He sighed into your skin and closed his eyes. That was sign number two that something was off with him.

“Did you do anything fun while I was gone?” You asked him, extracting the hair tie from his hair so you could run your fingers through his soft locks. 

“No.” His voice sounded muffled from where he had his face pressed against your skin, but you could still hear the flatness of it. He sounded sad. 

“Hey.” You said, pulling yourself from him and forcing him to look up at you. Now that you could see him up close, his eyes were red rimmed – like he’d been crying. The sight made your heart ache. “Jakey, what’s wrong?” 

He just shook his head and looked away. He seemed embarrassed too. 

“Jake, what’s wrong baby.” You caught his chin with your finger and gently turned his head to face you again. “Talk to me.” 

“It’s stupid.” He said, lips pouting out while his brown eyes pooled with sadness and hurt. 

“Clearly not if it’s upsetting you so much.” 

He sat up suddenly, grabbing his phone off the bed from where he’d placed it a moment before and unlocked it. He handed it to you and you looked to see a new Instagram post of his pulled up. It was a picture of him in one of his robes and it looked like he was skipping rocks. The caption simply read “Holding up the falling skies.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked at him. He wasn’t looking at you – instead staring intently at the bedspread like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

“I don’t get it.” You said, trying to hand the phone back to him. “It’s a cute post. What’s the matter?”

He sighed, pushing the phone back to you. 

“I fucking misspelled “skies” earlier.” His voice was so quiet you had to strain your ears to hear him. “I didn’t realize until right before you walked in.” 

You giggled lightly, amused by his dramatics. 

“So? It’s just a stupid Instagram caption. Who cares if you had a typo?”

He just sighed deeply again and shook his head. 

“Read the comments.” 

You clicked on the comment section and began scrolling through. The first few were harmless: just people wishing that they were there with Jake, one person telling him to go to bed (that one made you laugh), and a few comments about his robe looking piratey. 

You kept scrolling, momentarily confused before you began to see comments that were far less kind. Waiting for him to edit the caption, must have been drunk when he typed this, jaket doesn’t know how to spell ‘skies,’ pookie needs to just go to bed, this does not grammatically make sense, lol. You sighed as you read them, suddenly beginning to understand why he was so upset. 

You know he’s always struggled with his ADHD and his dyslexia – and you know for certain that he’s always been embarrassed about it too. He feels like he’s stupid for making simple spelling or grammar mistakes, and he’s always so nervous about posting. Not too long before tonight he’d texted you with a caption, followed by “does this grammatically make sense? Lol.” You’d told him it was fine and then he’d accidentally copy and pasted the whole message into his caption. He’d been so upset and you’d spent hours trying to make him feel better. And now a bunch of his so-called “fans” were making fun of him for having a simple spelling mistake. It made your blood boil. 

“Jake,” you looked over to see his bottom lip wobbling – fighting to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. “Oh baby.” You said sadly, clicking his phone off and placing it on your nightstand. 

You opened your arms and he all but collapsed against you, wrapping his own arms around your waist tightly. You felt wetness leaking onto your shirt where he was finally letting his tears fall. 

“Jakey, it’s okay.” You soothed, burying your hands in his hair again in an attempt to soothe him. 

“They think I’m fucking stupid.” He admitted. His voice sounded so defeated. 

“Who cares what they think, Jake? We all make mistakes like that. Who cares if they think you’re stupid for one silly mistake? That’s on them for thinking that, not on you.” 

He mumbled something in response but you didn’t quite catch it. 

“What?” 

He shook his head against your stomach, seemingly unwilling to voice what he had just said any louder. 

“Jake,” you admonished, scratching across his scalp softly. “What did you say?”

“I said that I am fucking stupid.” 

Your hands stilled in his hair, frozen at his words. 

“Jake, look at me. Look at me right fucking now.” 

He rose silently, though his eyes were looking anywhere but your face. You reached up, placing your palms on both of his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. 

“You listen to me, Jacob Thomas Kiszka: you are not stupid.” You brushed a few stray tears from beneath his eyes with your thumbs. “Do you hear me? You. Are. Not. Stupid. Don’t you ever say that about yourself again.” 

He stared at you, brown eyes glassy. His beautiful lips were parted, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss the sadness off his face. 

“Jake, you are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. You’re fucking brilliant;. You read more than I ever had in my entire life, you quote philosophers at me, you remember thousands upon thousands of songs and artists that my brain can barely keep up with, you write incredible song lyrics.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away again. “You can play a song you’ve only heard once, and you’re an incredible artist – even though you don’t think you are.”

His cheeks were flaming, shyness overtaking his sadness after your words. No matter what, Jake is never good at accepting compliments. 

“I’m sorry.” He finally whispers. 

“Sorry for what?” 

“For being a crybaby.”

“Jakey,” you sighed, sliding your hands down to squeeze his shoulders. “You’re allowed to be upset – especially when your own fans are being so shitty. But you are not allowed to call yourself stupid. Because you’re not.” 

“Okay.” He says, but you’re not letting him get off that easy. 

“Say it.” 

It’s his turn to look at you in confusion. 

“Say what?” 

“Say ‘I’m not stupid.’” 

“Y/n…” 

“Nope. You’ve gotta say it. I wanna hear it from your own mouth.” 

“I’m not stupid.” He says quietly, lips quirking up in a smile despite himself. 

“Perfect.” 

You pressed your lips to his again, this time deeper than the one before. He parted his lips, allowing you to take control of the kiss. You poured as much love as you possibly could into it – trying to tell him without words how much you love him. You finally pull away, leaving him to look at you dazed. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jakey. Now let’s go to bed.”

He nods and you reach up to the nightstand and turn the lamp off, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

“Y/n?” Jake asks, his voice quiet and a little unsure, but still loud enough for you to hear him. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I be the little spoon tonight?” 

Your heart melts at his question and you smile, even though he can’t really see it in the dark. 

“Of course. “

Jake lies down, turning his back to you and pressing himself up close to your chest. You wrap your arm around his waist and throw one leg over him and pull him close to you, effectively caging him in against you. You bury your face in his hair and he lets out a contented little sigh. 

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jake. So much. More than you’ll ever know.” 

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[hansensunshine]

— 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓.

pairings; step brother! lloyd hansen x reader.

fic summary; you were always lloyd’s baby step sister, even though you’ve grown up and matured in many ways more than one. although he often found you quite adorable considering you’re now in your early twenties but still act like a baby. a desperate whiny baby who just needs her daddy’s older step brother’s attention.

synopsis; you make lloyd feel something more than what a step brother should feel towards his own step sister.

warnings; stepcest.

notes; i’m officially back angels! i hope you haven’t missed me too much, i have just finished culpa mia (my fault) earlier & rewatched the gray man for the 100th time. so i had the urge to merge them in some sort of way. i hope you enjoy this!

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you awoke from your bed after having one of the best nights sleep of your life. everytime you made yourself comfortable over your step brothers house (it’s literally a palace fit for a princess, so lloyd told you) you haven’t slept better. lloyd always liked to keep an eye on you and you never minded although you tried so hard to make yourself appear as independent, he could read right through you like an open fairytale book. you softly yawned before stumbling out of bed with messy hair. you don’t exactly remember falling asleep last night already in your nightgown but you never thought to question it.

as making your way downstairs to the kitchen, you smell something all so familiar to you. “PANCAKES!!” you squealed from the top of your lungs and ran into the kitchen to find lloyd already making you a plate of pancakes, with strawberries of course. lloyd chuckled softly noticing your appearance. “did my baby sister sleep well?” you giggled lightly before going up to hug him tightly. “mhm! you know i did silly!”

lloyd smiled at you before handing you over a plate with pancakes with strawberries and cream ontop. you smiled so brightly and began to eat them.

lloyd couldn’t help but stare at you eat, you noticed this but just gave him a smile everytime you saw his face. sometimes you think if lloyd loves you more than he should for legal purposes, but he told you it’s just because he cares for you so much and a little baby like you needs to be protected and cared for. you used to try to put on an act where you would prance around acting so carelessly and more like a mature woman for your age. but lloyd being lloyd, managed to find a way to crack you, break you even. but in the best way possible. being babied is the best feeling, you think, as does lloyd. he knows you so well you can’t even lie your way past him, but you never attempted to do that because of how much he intimidated you sometimes.

after breakfast you ran into the lounge area and you find your stuffie just sitting there waiting for you. you had lost mr. cuddles for weeks so you’re initial thought is to wonder how he came back so suddenly out of the blue, but you’re too excited to get him back. “ahh, mr. cuddles! i’ve missed you!” you picked him up and gave him a tight squeeze before you notice your older brother walking through the door. he sits down on the couch and grabs your waist to make you sit on his lap. all you could do was smile. you had mr. cuddles in your arms and lloyd having you on his lap, it’s all you could ask for, even though you didn’t really think you should be like this with your step brother, he always managed to reassure manipulate you.

“i found mr. cuddles earlier, babydoll. you left him in the maze after i went chasing after you.” lloyd placed a soft peck onto your cheek before moving you closer to him, you could definitely feel his body heat by now. you smiled brightly up at lloyd and scrunched your nose like a cute little bunny would. “thank you step brother! i really appreciate it.” lloyd didn’t like you calling him by his name, he either wanted you to call him step brother or daddy. but ‘daddy’ only seemed to slip out at more ominous times.

lloyd could clearly see how happy you were, just being on his lap. as you nuzzled your head into his neck you whined quietly wanting to be clingy with him. he softly played with your hair and slowly started to move his lower half of his body back and forth. you never knew why he would do this, or why you’d suddenly feel something pressing against your sensitive princess parts, but you never wanted to question lloyd, ever. even though he’s your step brother that doesn’t make him any less intimidating.

you’ve seen what he does, accidentally. he wanted to keep you away from it all, everything he does for work, but he knew that it would’ve happened sooner or later. ever since then you’ve been more collective to yourself although it’s getting better. he made sure to promise you all the scary stuff he does is to protect you.

you happily jump up and down on his lap giggling softly with mr. cuddles in your arm. you notice lloyd moved his thumb up to your mouth so you started sucking it. “god, if only you knew what you are doing to me right now, little one.” as oblivious and naive as you are, it goes in the one ear and out the other. you’re just happy lloyd is there for you, he always will be. he’d let nothing and nobody get inbetween the both of you. he loves you too much, more than a step brother should.

you hear lloyd mumble something under his breath although you can’t make it out what it was, so you look up at lloyd with your soft puppy eyes looking curiously at him. “baby. you’ve done something to me and i need you to help me fix it. can you do that for me, little sister?” you nod frantically, always wanting to make him happy. “i’d do anything you want daddy!” “atta girl.” he chuckled softly as he stood up with you still sucking on his thumb, and mr, cuddles in your arm still whilst slightly feeling something which makes you whine softly. “i’m sorry baby, ignore that. i know how much of a sensitive baby you are, isn’t that right?” you nod softly and buried your head into his neck again. not realising what you’re doing you’ve started grinding yourself against lloyd, which only makes him grunt slightly in pleasure. “daddy’s going to make your princess parts happy, you got that?” you smile and stop sucking his thumb for a moment and you kiss him on the lips so sweetly. you tasted like vanilla to him, you always made sure to wear your favourite lip gloss to please him. “you’re such a good girl, hm?”

[sebsallowapologist]

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Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: 18+

Warnings: so much fluff, suggestive language, references to a naked MC.

Sebastian reveals a secret talent to his muse.

Spring had finally sprung in Scotland, and after a long cold winter it felt like a true blessing to have a sunny day. Sebastian and I had decided to spend out Sunday by the lake, catching up on reading, looking out for the giant squid and just overall enjoying the nice weather. 

We hadn’t been the only ones of course, the great lawn what flooded with students all trying to do the same, but we had lucked out with a nice spot by the lake.

We’d laid together on the grass for a while, looking up at the soft fluffing clouds which were few and far between. We talked about what life would be like after the end of term. Where we’d move together, what jobs we were going to do, how far we’d have to drag Ominis.

The plans ranged from moving to London, to going to Paris or hell- maybe even America if we got bored over here. Sebastian’s only prerequisite when you asked his opinion was that you were there with him. And he needed a job that paid enough to get you the ring you deserved.

Eventually I’d begged Sebastian to go sit in the shade, his skin turning pink with the sun exposure, and I didn’t want him to get a burn.

We’d fallen into a silence as we picked up our books and read, just enjoying each others company. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d put his own book down until I lifted my face toward the sky, eyes closed to soak in the sun. “Look down again please.” He said and my brow furrowed as I turned to face him. 

My boyfriend was leaned over a large book of bound plain parchment, his hands covered in the dark charcoal he was drawing with. “What are you doing?” I giggle. I had no idea he drew, you think you know a man... 

“Look at you book, love.” He smiles, a playful twinkle in his eye. I make a big show of dramatically looking back down at my book, but it was impossible to read. Now that I was aware of what he was doing, I cold feel his stare on my face, the charcoal running over the paper rhythmically was soothing. 

Eventually he switches to an erasers stored in his pocket, and the sleeve of his robes were being used quite often too. I turn my head ever so slightly, desperate to get a look, but he catches me immediately. 

“No no miss, back to your book no peaking.” He teases and I roll my eyes, turning to face the same page I’d been looking at for at least ten minutes. 

The sounds of his drawing stop after a while, and he sighs. “Alright.” 

He scoots from his spot until the tree in the shade and comes up behind me. He grabs me around the waist to pull me to his front in between his legs. His sketchbook ends up in my lap, and he rests his chin on my shoulder to look with me. 

“Sebastian.” I sigh, looking over the page. This couldn’t possibility being a drawing of me, the woman on the page was far too beautiful. “This is wonderful. How long have you been drawing?”

He shrugs, like it was nothing. “Since I was young. It passes the time.” 

“I’d say more than that.” I mutter and turn to kiss his cheek. “Can I keep this?” I ask and he nods. "Of course my love.” He kisses my shoulder blade and I start thrumming through the sketchbook.

How could he be so casual about this, these drawings were absolutely wonderful. Soft edges, beautiful highlights, if i drew like this I’d wear it pinned to the front of my robes. There were scenes from around the Hogwarts grounds, Feldcroft, even one of Ominis looking absolutely annoyed. “You captured his essence beautifully.” I joke and Seb laughs, moving back under the tree to grab his book that he had put down earlier. 

While he did have some landscapes, and one or two other portraits the book was filled with... me. My profile, head on, sleeping, laughing, this book had me literally written all over it. 

Sebastian makes himself comfortable leaning against the tree with his book, content to just let me flip through the pages.

“Sebastian?” I hum after flipping to the next page in his sketch book.

“Yes my love?”

“Where are my clothes in this one?” 

He leans over to see which drawing I’m looking at, and the man has the nerve to smirk. “I took some artistic liberties with that one.” 

[pynkricee]

Blood In Your Hands Part 2

🤍The ChoGo Love Story 🤍

After hiding her identity to a strange man named Choso Kamo, KyiGo finally started to realize how important Choso is becoming in her life. The love and connection they start to share will determine if her life is worth sacrificing for him.

Art by AliyahArtss on Instagram 🤍

After about a fifteen minute walk, this Cayla finally led me back to her home. I was surprised as I walked in by the home, which was a mix between modern and cozy with an older-style vibe to it. As I walked through the living room area, my eyes seemed to dart around everything. I couldn't help it. I was curious.

After taking our shoes off and placing them by the door, she decided to lead me upstairs to show me her room. Which was a cozy yet somewhat messy space that seemed to reflect her personality. I traced my hands against the curved wallpaper that was placed smoothly on the walls as we walked to the room next to hers. It was a spare room, with a small, yet comfortable looking bed that could fit two people. It was laced with satin black sheets and black curtains that covered the windows. “This is where you'll be sleeping tonight. If that's okay with you..” she said to me in a low tone, as she opened the door wider for me to get a better view.

I walked into the room reviewing every inch of it before I turned to her and nodded quietly. It was a small space, but I had to admit it looked comfortable and warm. A bit of a contrast to the overall dark feel of the house.

As I looked over to her, I was almost shocked by how much trust you were placing in me to be here with you. I was a dangerous person, but only I knew that and even if she noticed that about me, especially by the smell of blood she sniffed on me earlier, it didn't phase her.

“Thank you for trusting me.. I promise.. nothing bad will happen.” I whispered to you as I looked down at the floor, almost in disbelief that you still trusted me like this.

She giggled slightly at my remark. “I didn't think anything bad ‘Would’ happen. I was just being a nice person and helping someone who needed it.”

I nodded as I could feel my expression on my face softening a little. “I have a question for you.. if you don't mind..”

I notice her eyebrow lift as if I didn't ask enough questions already. “Sure.. what is it?”

At this exact moment.. I was hella nervous. I ended up shifting my weight a little bit before speaking.

“If you don't mind, why are you letting me stay with you..? I asked, looking at her with genuine curiosity.

“Like I said before… I saw someone who really needed it. I saw a man who needed somebody. I mean.. what else was I supposed to do?” I could see the look on her face start to turn into pure guilt by what would have happened if she had just left me at the park. That was the last thing I wanted her to feel. But I could feel my eyes widen and my chest flutter at the same time. Even If she didn't spell out exactly what she meant, I caught her drift.

Without saying anything more to her, I stepped forward and gently placed both hands on her cheeks. I then leaned my head forward and slowly brushed my lips against hers. This time I noticed her eyes close, as the kiss was gentle and soft. I wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and this was the only way I could think of doing it.

I opened my eyes to notice hers were still closed, as they then slowly began to open.

She was the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I felt like this moment was literally going in slow motion as I pulled my face from her. Her dark skin with a light hue. Her beautiful thick lips that felt like the most gentle pillows you could ever lay your head over. And there was something dark about her aura that drew me into her. I couldn't quite seem to pull myself away, nor did I want to.

I noticed her deep brown eyes flutter as she stared at me in mine. “I'm sorry.. Cayla.. it's just.. I couldn't help myself…” I whispered softly as my thumb started to caress her right cheek. In that split second, she closed her eyes again, leaning in kissing me back softly. I could feel my breath being to hitch in my chest as my eyes stayed open as I returned the kiss.

The kiss was soft and short as she swiftly broke it and looked back up at me. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled back, my gaze and my attention fully on you. I could feel my heart speed up as I let go of your cheeks and stepped back to give you some space. Being cautious not to take this any further than where it was already going.

“What.. was that for?” she whispered, her body language now being more calm as she stood in front of me. Her face was just as red as the shade of lipstick that covered her lips. I could feel my face warm up as you looked directly at me. I had to turn my face away from her to keep my urges from persuading me to go any further.

I quickly crossed my arms and slightly turned my body to the side. “ I.. just …felt that I should show you.. how thankful I am..” I was definitely trying to keep my emotions under control at this point but I could feel that rush that I was having toward you and I still couldn't fully understand why. Why was this happening to me? And with a human? A human woman at that..

“Do you think.. it's strange?”

She then gave me the strangest look as if she wanted to burst out into laughter. I could feel my head leaning back as my lips sneered on the side of my mouth, ready for the disappointment of her answer.

She then let out the cutest laugh, looking me directly in the eyes, placing her hands on her thick hips. “Ha! It is strange. Usually a hand shake would do. You must be drawn to my lips to keep wanting to kiss me the way you do.”

I couldn't help but blush and take another step back again, letting out a small sigh. “I know.. but.. your lips are just so beautiful.” I responded with a slight nervous edge to my voice. Dropping my hands to my sides. At this point, I couldn't keep my emotions under control as I could feel my breathing speed up tremendously.

“Well thank you Choso. I'm going to get some things ready for you to take a shower, okay? You can stay here if you want and make yourself comfortable before I come back.” I nodded as she then finally walked out the room disappearing into the hallway.

I wanted to keep looking at you , but I knew that might be inappropriate. Standing in the room, I turned the light on and closed the bedroom door behind me and sat gently on the bed. I leaned back and took a deep breath as I thought about how beautiful red lips were and the feeling of kissing you. I then threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered in a low tone to myself. “I'm a death womb, a curse created for the soul purpose of killing and I'm in a woman's house, kissing her… and wanting to do it again..” I then took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I leaned forward, resting my arms over my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor, really in deep thought about what I was doing.

After a couple minutes passed, you knocked on the door and came in with a few towels and a change of clothes for me. A pair of black sweats and some matching socks. I stood up off the bed as your tiny stature walked over to me. “ Here you go, and you have a shower right over there in the corner. So you know, your own private bathroom.” You said smiling to me. Your smile was contagious. I couldn't help but smile back as I could feel myself blushing, as I received the items out of your hands.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I could feel this feeling of just being drawn to you physically, but in a way I never felt before. You seemed so much more than just a female that wanted to help me at a time of need. You were a goddess and I was nothing more than a lowly cruel cursed spirit.

“Come downstairs when you're finished, okay. I'm fixing us some Pho.” She said walking back towards the door to exit the bedroom. Her fingers wrapping around the door frame.

My eyes widened, I was so confused by the offer of food you were willing to give to me. “You're.. making food for ME?” I asked with an expression that was a mix of gratitude, surprise and disbelief. I could feel my voice becoming shaky as I quickly nodded my head. “I-I'll be right down.”

She let out another small giggle that coughed me to almost stand on my toes and sent shivers down my spine. “Yes.. I am. You're hungry aren't you?” She then gave me the purest smile and walked out the room. “Take your time in the shower. If you need anything.. call me.”

I nodded and smiled widely. I was almost surprised that you were showing so much affection and care for me. I've never had anyone show this much appreciation for me at all in all the years I've been on this earth. “I'll take my time..” I said as I heard you begin to walk down the stairs. I placed the essentials I had in my hands next to me as I sat down on the bed for a minute. I threw myself back on the bed again and looked up at the ceiling thinking about what just happened. I felt like this whole situation was a dream. An almost perfect woman who invited me to stay with her after just meeting me. This had to be better than any romantic fantasy that I ever imagined. But in the back of my mind, there was still something about her that I couldn't put my finger on.

I finally took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as I stood up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom.

After switching on the water, and ensuring the temperature was just right for me, I undressed, placed my clothes on the floor and entered the shower. As I stepped under the spray, I could feel so much stress just wash away from my body as I closed my eyes, letting the hot water run from head to toe. As I stood there, I began to recall everything that had happened today, how I had ran into her, how she brought me home with her, and the kiss you gave back to me. I could feel my heart begin to speed up again with just the thought of you. The way you were caring for me, the way you offered me to stay in your home.

I couldn't be falling for her… I couldn't be. That just doesn't make any sense…

As Choso was taking a shower upstairs, I decided to go ahead and take care of myself downstairs in the spare bathroom I had near the kitchen.

I went ahead and took a decent hot shower that took about ten minutes. I knew by the time I was out he would probably still be under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. I could tell he went through and was going through a lot at the moment and I didn't want to put more on him that he couldn't handle right now.

Once I exited the shower, I threw on some baggy shirt, no bra and some silk pants that flowed when I walked. Even though I had a stranger in the house with me, I still wanted to be comfortable in my own surroundings. But I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing okay.

I was still lost in thought as the hot water ran over my pale skin. The heat and steam was so comforting to the point where I could feel my muscles loosen back up. It felt like pure heaven, and I honestly didn't want it to end.

“Choso.. are you okay in there?”

I immediately snapped out of my trance, realizing that she was standing outside of the door. “I'm fine.. Im.. just taking my time.” I responded over the running water, hoping you couldn't hear past the lie I just told.

“Oh.. okay… I was just checking on you. I'm still here if you need me.” I could hear her footsteps slowly walk away from the door as I let out a sigh as my breath started to shake.

“Ill.. be out soon.” I responded as I tried to remain as casual as possible.

“Okay.. like I said I'm here if you need anything.” I could see your feet finally disappear from underneath the doorway. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the door close behind you as you left the room. Your presence has such a calming effect on me that it made me nervous in a good way when you were around me. I turned the shower back on and continued to rinse the remaining suds off my body.

After a few minutes, I finally shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I managed to finally calm myself down even further while I was bathing which was a surprise even to me. Stepping out, it felt like the world was suddenly in an entirely different light, as if I was able to leave my old world of curses and sorcery and just experience the bliss of this exact moment.

This was a moment that I dreamed of for a long time, that I've always wanted for myself. But who knew that it would take someone else to give it to me in return. Someone I didn't expect to come into my life at the most random of all moments. As a curse, I felt like I didn't deserve this at all. I felt like I wasn't worthy of you.

I didn't deserve you…

[foxydivaxx]

Zoro X Sanji: Prince Charming

Remember those posts I have been posting on here regarding Sanji and what type of men he likes? Might as well turn this into a fanfic. A one shot perhaps. This applies more to OPLA! Sanji. Warning: Sanji is gonna be extremely uncensored and vulgar here.

Zoro stands by the deck, carefully observing the rest of the crew. Or rather observing a certain cook. Till this day, he finds him to be quite an enigma.

Not much is known about Sanji other than the little that the man reveals about himself. The guy is a mystery. No matter how hard Zoro thinks he is closer to the truth, the cook keeps surprising him and taking him off guard.

Sure, he is still an annoying flirt around women. Well, seeing him get close to the ladies pisses him off. But the guy is a great cook and is also good-looking. Does not help that he has a nice round ass. That alone begs the question; is he a virgin? Surely someone with a beautiful ass like that must have gotten fucked a few times. He feels he may be an innocent virgin and just flirts around, begging for someone to take his virginity.

Aside from that sinful ass, there are those legs. Gorgeous yet deadly when you rub him the wrong way. He still finds himself getting curious about the guy. Who exactly is the cook? What secrets is he hiding?

“Interested in Sanji huh?” He nearly jumps up as Law joins him at the deck. “I gotta say, Luffy made a great choice with this guy.” Law says with a smile as he watches Sanji laugh at something Usopp said.

Zoro just rolls his eyes. “Why him when the safety of the crew comes first?” Before he could say anything further, he swore that he saw from the corner of his eyes the cook staring at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, giving him a playful wink. Oh no….

Law sees this and snickers. “Dude I think he likes you.” he says. Zoro snorts. “Yeah right.” Maybe he does because now that he thinks about it, Sanji often riles him up just to get his attention and does that in a flirtatious way. Maybe, just maybe the cook likes him.

Later that evening, the crew plus Law gather round for dinner. “You know Sanji, I have always been curious.” says Usopp. All eyes fall on Sanji who raises an eyebrow.

“About what Usopp?”

“Now, if you were to date a guy, what sort of guy attracts you?” Zoro literally choked when he heard that. Sanji blushes slightly and giggles. Everyone pays attention to Sanji now because now that they think about it, does Sanji even like men?

“I like the bad boys because they can be mysterious but they can be so sexy and fun. He needs to have a soft and warm kind heart and I love it when they have muscles. All the things I could do to him. Watching a man work out turns me on. Oh and if he has a massive dick, extra fun. Just saying all that makes me horny.”

Jaws dropped at that revelation. Who would have thought that Sanji could be perverted? Let alone spill the tea on his secret sexual fantasies like that? Nami and Robin giggle at this whilst Franky and Brook exchange looks.

"Did you hear that?" Law whispers to Zoro. "Why the fuck did he just fucking describe me?" Zoro replies in a hushed tone."But you always hang around women more and flirt with women more," says Usopp.

That is true. "True. But here is a little secret; women reject me but men show more interest in me." Sanji replies. Now that was a huge bombshell no one expected.

"No way!!" Usopp exclaims. Nami and Robin gasped.

"Whoa!!" says Zoro.

"He speaks the truth because I have been noticing how some men tend to look at him," says Law. "No wonder you told me that stuff earlier on," says Zoro as he sips some sake.

"I know it is weird but I speak the truth. Women find me…a little annoying and forward. Men seem to appreciate me more. And yet I cannot bring myself to fully commit to a man." says Sanji

"Why?" Now Zoro was interested. Why does Sanji want to commit to a relationship with a man yet chases after women who do not give a shit about him, save for a few exceptions?

A sad smile appears on Sanji's face. "Past experiences that I would rather not elaborate on for now." Zoro raises an eyebrow. Could it be that Sanji got abused by men in the past?

"Then why do you want a man now?" Usopp asked. "Because I believe in fairytales. Call me a hopeless romantic. Not that I want to hook up right away but I am just thinking of what a great romantic relationship with a man would look and feel like," says Sanji.

One cannot help but kind of feel bad for Sanji. At least they can now understand his behaviour. "Wait…so are you saying that the whole gentleman thing was an act?!" says Brook.

Sanji shakes his head as he sips some wine. "Wrong. Being a gentleman is still a part of my DNA. I will always be that unapologetic flirt and pervert. The difference is that I have multiple layers to me, parts that I ignored right up till this point."

"Multiple layers huh?"

Sanji glares at Zoro and smirks at him. "Classified information Marimo."

"Have you ever slept with a man before?" Franky asked.

A devilish smirk brightens up the cook's face, a facial expression that will continue to haunt Zoro all the days of his life. "Hell yes. Loads of times. Hell I have been gang banged before at the Baratie."

Zoro and Law’s eyes widen in shock at that revelation. So the cook is THAT wild?! "No way!!" Franky exclaims and chuckles. Robin laughs because she always suspected that Sanji was that naughty. Chopper, Luffy, Brook's jaws drop at that revelation. Usopp falls over laughing because he knew. Nami gasps because he did not realize how nasty Sanji actually was.

Sanji meanwhile lights a cigarette and acts as though he did not just say what he said."Do not be fooled by my looks. I can be naughty when I feel like it. I can literally go hardcore if I want to."

"Really? And how many guys banged you that day?" All eyes fall on Zoro at that question. So he was curious. Sani's smirk broadened. "About 10 of them."

Jaws drop at that one. "So you are that wild?!" says Zoro. Sanji grins mischievously, slowly gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the swordsman and leans down to his ear so that only Zoro could hear. "You wanna find out tonight?"

The entire crew snicker because they all knew just how much both men seriously wanted each other. Law nudges Zoro. "Go get him." he says to Zoro who sighs and then gets up and then hoists Sanji onto his shoulder. "Oh you are in a big trouble cook." Sanji giggles as Zoro drags him off to his room. Talk about an explosive beginning to a brand new chapter.

[or13m]

Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 017

Laser tag was terrifying.

"Starlight, you got to duck faster than that," Moon teased in his raspy voice, patting your plush-filled head as if you were a child.

You shoved his fingers away with a roll of your eyes. It was irritating enough that he kept pulling you around like a rag doll--no matter how literal that was--but did he have to rub salt in the wound while he was at it?

"It's hard to move around in this body," you argued, readjusting the sensor that had been tied around your neck in place of the bell for this rousing game of tag. Thankfully, Monty had managed to miss his shot, but it was only by the skin of your teeth that you had avoided it. The nighttime animatronic that was on your team proved to have much faster reflexes than the lot of them. A given, considering he doubled as security for the building.

"Practice makes perfect!" Sun's voice piped up from Moon's mouth before the lunar bot could stop him. He slapped his hand over his teeth the second the words left his voicebox, an irritated expression replacing the earlier amusement.

You frowned. It hadn't escaped your notice that your two best friends had been jumping back and forth more than usual--even without physically switching. It worried you, but Peter had seemed to know what was going on and had left them to their own devices for the remainder of the night. Moon and Sun themselves were unwilling to divulge any further information to either you or the others, leaving you to stew in your curiosity and concern for however long this situation took to be resolved.

"That's cheating, crater-face!" Monty's voice screeched from the other side of a thick pillar. You could just imagine his tail whipping behind him with irritation and his teeth gnashing together in Moon's general direction. The daycare attendant rolled his eyes, mouth curving into an impish grin.

"Dodging is part of the game, lizard!" he sneered, giggling when he got the intended response for his little nickname: snarling and sputtering about how he was an ALLIGATOR; not a damn lizard!

"I think he meant how you are wearing your receiver, dude," Bonnie interjected from wherever he was hiding.

You watched Moon as he hummed, his left pupil rapidly expanding and shrinking before returning to its usual size. The reluctance to answer the bunny was clear, but Sun was probably encouraging him to keep the peace. For your sake, if nothing else.

Still, you couldn't blame Monty for his agitation. Your gaze flicked to the tip of Moon's hat where the tag for the laser gun had been tied. Normally, it was supposed to be hung around the neck or fastened to the wrist. Both were difficult targets on their own, but this area was set aside for the older kids to give them more of a challenge. Moon had just decided to up the ante further, declaring that there were no "official" rules against it.

This statement did not please the gator, but Freddy did agree with the daycare bot. The directions advised how to place the targets, but the rules only stated that they had to be "in plain sight". So as long as the tag wasn't inside Moonie's hat, then he was fine with it. Chica was ecstatic with the ruling if her cheering was anything to go by while both Roxy and Monty made noises of begrudging acceptance. Hearing some fur and clothing rustle, you could only imagine how much more of a pain this game would become...

Warm silicone wrapped around your waist before you were lifted up to your friend's neck ruffles. You settled into the stiff red fabric, both arms wrapping around the thick metal that made up their neck with Moon's nightcap at your back. Confused, you looked up at the scarlet eyelights staring down at you, searching for an answer to this new position.

"Practice later. Win now," was all he said, his teeth glowing in the blacklight as he grinned big.

You rolled your eyes at his competitiveness, but couldn't keep the smile from forming on your own face. He was just as giddy as Sun when it came to the things that he enjoyed.

Giggling like a madman, Moon scrambled up a wall when Monty suddenly swung around the corner. You clung tightly to him at the movement, surprised that the gator had moved so quietly in the dark room despite his large size and tendency to make as much noise as possible. Moon's hat flopped in front of your face, blocking your view of the sprawling arena below you. Growled curses and insults followed the two of you while Moon made his escape to the top of the structures. You only knew that trouble was incoming based solely on the noise of metal claws scraping along another surface further ahead.

"Poor choice, Lad," Foxy's voice taunted, the sound of a laser gun charging up soon following. You peeked out from beneath the dark-blue cloth that was doing a pretty good job as cover, only to freeze at the sight of the fox captain blocking Moon's path atop the wall. The blacklight did wonders to up the creep factor of your robotic friends, reminding you quite strongly of the games based off their horrific pasts.

Not only were their fangs glowing--a bright white with an odd green outline--but so were the optics of their eyes. Pinpricks of either a sinister red or a brilliant silver.

Foxy's eyes were of the red variety.

If you had a spine, you were sure you'd be feeling a cold chill sweep down it at the sight. For the briefest of moments, you saw a different Foxy standing there. One with ragged brown pants and no captain's coat or hat. His fur was torn and dirty, and his jaw was not quite right, hanging at an odd angle. A blink later and the image was gone, replaced with the Foxy you knew. You didn't even have time to register the strangeness of what you'd just witnessed before Moon veered to the left to dive into a tunnel below. Having expected the jester to stick as close to the roof as possible--something he was prone to doing--Foxy grumbled out a few choice words himself before leaping down to follow.

Foxy didn't stand a chance in catching up. Not with Moon in charge of the body and being in his element. The blacklight didn't seem to have any effect on his vision, either--unlike the fluorescent bulbs throughout the rest of the plex--leaving him unimpeded as he slipped through the complex system of tunnels and slides, as silent as a ghost. It didn't take him long to find an opening to slither out of, making sure the coast was clear before hiding behind yet another foam play structure to wait out this game of hide and seek. His shoulders shook with the effort to keep his giggles muted when the shouts of his pursuers rang out in the dark. They must have stumbled upon another team of two and had surprised each other. The ensuing shootout was distant enough to be safe from any stray shots, but close enough that you could hear Chica and Roxy whoop in victory.

"Two down, four to go," you whispered, keeping your voice low since you lacked the knowledge on the others' positions. "You know, it would be easier to win this thing if you'd just taken the gun?" Your deadpan expression said it all when you turned to your gleeful companion.

"No fun," the lunar bot tittered, waving off your criticism. "Made a deal with the bunny that we could win without one."

You rolled your eyes, but didn't argue. Moon wouldn't listen to you anyway. He never listened to Sunny and the daytime animatronic was basically a brother to him!

It didn't take long for the game to come down to just Moon and Freddy. Apparently, Bonnie and Chica had pulled the classic cartoon move of backing up into one another, getting spooked, and taking each other out with trigger-happy fingers and lucky aims. You had made the fatal error of laughing at the debacle, making yourself the perfect target for Roxy. The wolf, herself, was quick to meet her own end at the hands of Moon who tricked Freddy into shooting at his shadow when he landed noisily in front of her.

Roxy dropped you into Bonnie's lap--him being the first Glamrock she passed--before stomping off to join Monty in the arcade to blow off steam. Chica and Foxy were nowhere to be seen, leaving you and the bunny alone in the laser tag lobby.

"Um, hi?" you greeted, embarrassed at the unceremonious way you'd been dumped onto him. Roxy was a tough nut to crack and you still weren't sure what to make of her, but Bonnie had seemed friendly enough. 

"How did you get tagged with MOON on your team?" the purple bassist asked with wide eyes. The lack of a returned greeting had your cloth brows raising before a giggle slipped past your lips.

Bonnie was clearly the type to get straight to the point. Come to think of it, it wasn't too different from when you'd first seen him upon your impromptu arrival at the Plex. He had straight up chased after you without so much as a "hello".

"Well, I was supposed to stay quiet while Moon went after Freddy..." you admitted with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck. The bunny helped you right yourself before letting you slide off his legs to reach the floor he was sitting on. While you didn't mind Sun and Moon getting all touchy with you, having the others do so made you uneasy. "But I couldn't help myself when you and Chica ran into each other. It was like something out of Scooby-Doo!" you snickered, replaying the incident in your mind. You muttered an apology to the animatronic you sat beside to quell any hard feelings. Luckily for you, Bonnie was a laidback kind of guy who simply waved off your giddiness with a grin of his own.

"Aw, yeah," he snorted at the memory of his embarrassing loss. "Guess I'm a bit rusty." He gave you a look, waggling his brows to emphasize the pun. The display got you laughing harder. You didn't see the way his expression flickered briefly to one of relief before reverting to amusement. The pictures Peter had shown them just hours ago were still fresh in his mind. The hospital bed and tangle of wires had made you--your real body--look so fragile and lifeless. Neither he nor Monty had much faith in Chica's plan to return you to your body, but that was a bridge that they could cross when they got to it. He was more concerned about your lack of reaction to the discovery of you being, technically, alive. You had been quiet during the revelation, and had even avoided any discussion of it afterwards. Granted, Chica had enacted her plan shortly afterwards, but it was still unnerving to see how you were bottling everything up.

Dealing with emotional baggage in an unhealthy way was bad enough for a human, but it was a thousand times worse for a soul not bound by a physical form...

"Why does Moonie hate you?"

"Huh?" Bonnie perked up, tuning back in to his surroundings at the sound of your voice. He saw you looking up at him with curiosity written all over your face. It wasn't the first time he found it strange to see what should have been the static smile and eyes of a doll crinkled into a very-human expression.

It wasn't like he or his friends had any room to criticize that...

"Hate me?" he repeated. It wasn't until he muttered those words that you realized just how rudely you had worded that. Ignoring that, it was just plain rude to even ASK the question! Before you could walk back your prying, the Glamrock began to speak.

"He definitely took it the hardest out of all of us," he hummed with a sad glaze to his eyes. "I probably remind him of the...the one who caused the whole mess..." He let the words hang in the air, reluctant to elaborate.

Decaying yellow fur, a toothy grin, and merciless dead eyes flashed in your mind's eye before you could stop it. With a shake of your head, you dispelled the image. While the desire to learn more burned on the tip of your tongue, you kept your prying to a minimum. It was clear that none of the animatronics wanted to talk about their past. And you couldn't blame them, especially if the games were true. If Bonnie triggered Moon--and, by extension, Sun--into remembering the things they'd done, then Springtrap and, maybe, even Vanny were more than just figments of an indie dev's imagination...

You just hoped that they were prepared for the fans of the series to swarm them tomorrow...

"So ARE you and the daycare attendant dating?"

Your face went up in flames, your head snapping up to him so fast that, had you been in your body, you'd no doubt have strained your neck. "Wh-what makes you say tha-that?!"

Bonnie's somber expression instantly turned devious at the sight of your flustered state. It had you questioning if it was really the Glamrock rockstar you were speaking to right now or your lunar friend/crush somehow sneaking into his hardware.

"Oh, no reason," he played it off as if it were merely a repeat of what Chica had asked days ago, but you weren't buying it. That impish grin was all too familiar a sight and you weren't about to let your guard down. The bunny may seem like a sweet and innocent marshmallow on the outside, but maybe the older fanfics you'd read with the first set of animatronics had nailed his mischievous nature? You just hoped the "Casanova" part wasn't something you'd have to deal with...

"What about Mr. Naughty?"

You choked on nothing at his mention of Moon, coughing harder when he burst into laughter at your reaction. A few gentle pats to your back later, and you finally gave him an incredulous look. "What the--?" you nearly cursed before remembering how Sun always chastised you for it. "fudge." More chuckles from the bunny at your self-censoring which had you rolling your eyes.

"He always says 'Naughty Child' at misbehaving kids," he explained, mimicking Moon's raspy voice and clawed hands. "Plus, he IS an adult, as are you. I've seen his search history..." he droned off, his gaze slipping away from you for a second before coming back with a smirk.

Your face was no doubt cherry-red, but decided that you very much did NOT want to know how HE knew what Moon had looked up on the internet that would earn him such a title. You struggled to keep your mind out of the gutter, passing over the subject of their "adult" lives and going straight to the relationship questions. They seemed like much safer subjects to deal with...

"Sun, Moon, and I are not dating," you sighed before looking down at your hands. The nubs that made up your fingers and thumbs clenched and unclenched in your lap. A frown curved your "lips" at the feel of felt and cotton rather than the blood and flesh you should be. You had more important things to deal with before your love life. Besides, those two should be with someone who could touch and feel their touch. Not someone who could disappear or go crazy at the drop of a hat.

Like Bonnie and Monty, you didn't believe that you'd be able to return to your body either...

Before you knew it, you were being dragged into a hug by the purple bunny sitting beside you. He had bent down to your level and hunched over to give you a gentle squeeze with one hand and your face smooshed against his cheek. You were stunned for a moment, feeling the warmth from his inner mechanics through the metal and silicone before he pulled away. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, a thunderous thud came from in front of you two. The telltale jingling of bells gave away who had just shown up.

"Moon?" You craned your neck back in order to see your friend's face. The scarlet of his optics glowed brilliantly in the black pools of his sockets, but they were not trained on you. Instead, they stared straight at the bunny beside you. Puzzled, you looked from Moon to Bonnie and back again, confused as to what was going on. Moon was grinning but it didn't look like his normal, mirthful expression. The Glamrock, meanwhile, seemed frozen in place, as if your dear friend was a predator and Bonnie was the prey.

"Congratulations, Moondrop!" Freddy's voice bellowed into the lobby, breaking up the tense atmosphere that had been created by the two animatronics. "What a clever use of mirrors and shadows! I never would have thought that the laser could tag my own sensor in such a way." He continued to speak as he strode into the room to join his two companions, grinning all the while. He was either blissfully unaware of the uncomfortable vibes in the air or simply ignoring them. Whatever the case, his entrance put a definitive end to whatever had been going on.

"Oh? Moonie won?" you broke free from your stupor, a grin spreading on your lips. "I knew it! Congrats, Moonie!" The bot seemed to snap out of whatever trance he'd been in, kneeling down to stretch out his arms towards you with a softer grin. With a smile, you hopped into his hold, grabbing onto his ruffles when he cradled your doll form to his chest. While this tiny body had its downfalls, you couldn't lie and say that you didn't like how safe Moon and Sun made you feel when they held you like this. It was probably the only way you could pretend that you meant something MORE to them than "just a friend"...

"Haha...yeah," Bonnie gave a strained chuckle before clearing his throat with a cough. You could feel Moon's arms tighten around you, but you didn't have much time to worry as the bunny continued. "Um, Chica's having a movie marathon in the theatre in like--now! Um, we better get going! Don't wanna miss it, yeah?" Before anyone could say anything, Bonnie took off like a bullet to said theatre. Even Freddy was surprised by his friend's abrupt departure, but easily regained his composure.

"Well, we best be on our way then. We have a couple of hours before we must recharge for our grand opening!" the bear declared with a smile before following Bonnie's trail. Before you knew it, you were alone with your best friends once more.

With a dramatic sigh, you flopped over Moon's arms, going full ragdoll on him. The lunar animatronic snickered at your actions, seeing how much Sun was starting to rub off on you. He briefly wondered if you'd picked up any traits of his as he dragged his feet towards the others' location.

'Of course they did!' Sun chided him from inside their mind. 'Ever since they got into that doll, they've been climbing the outside of the jungle gym exactly like you! It takes hours to get them down!' Moon's grin widened at his counterpart's words, feeling pride swell in his chest. Granted, your size aided you a lot in being able to squeeze through the small squares to get past Sun's attempts to grab you, but it was still admirable to escape the energetic bot's long limbs. Thanks to how tangled his code was with Sun's, he could feel that the daycare attendant wasn't too annoyed with you. Your shenanigans may be frustrating for him, but there was still a fondness there that Moon shared whenever it came to you.

A fondness that Moon, at least, was learning fast had grown far past that...

He and Sun both listened as you spoke about how you'd long depleted your social battery and hoped that this was the final event for the night. They were happy to hear that you liked their little family, but you just needed to get used to them in short doses first. They agreed that Chica and her antics were quite a lot to handle for first-timers, especially for those who were socially-stunted as you were.

It didn't take long for their thoughts to turn to Bonnie when you quieted down the closer you got to the theatre. Even Sun frowned in their shared space at the memory of the bunny holding you so close to his face. For the first time ever, it hadn't been the memory of a similar animatronic that had nearly tripped their Eclipse protocol to go online, but the fact that someone that wasn't THEM had been pawing at THEIR Starshine.

'We should just tell them, Sun,' Moon tried to coax his other half, already knowing the answer, but needing to try nonetheless.

'NO!' came the expected response. Moon had to bite back an exasperated sigh so as to not worry you, but it didn't make the situation any better. He'd been arguing with Sun about confessing their feelings for some time now. He could just fess up himself, but he knew how unfair that would be to Sunny and didn't want to exclude or expose him.

'What if they feel the same?' he tried once more, using logic, but was quickly put down with the same tactic.

'What if they don't?' the solar bot's voice was strained. 'What if they are disgusted by us?' Before Sun could spiral any further, Moon interrupted.

'They haven't been disgusted by us so far and they know about the games and the books and all of it.'

'That's not what I mean and you know it!'

Moon rolled his eyes, deciding to drop the matter for another time as he entered the theatre. He plopped into a seat beside Foxy, taking care to stay as far from the perverted bunny as possible before settling you into his lap. Like you, he was hoping this night would end soon. He'd much rather deal with screaming kids and annoying parents all day than love troubles and annoying glitches.

His scarlet eyes glanced down at you, his annoyed expression melting away at the sight of you curled up in his lap and playing with the bells on one of his wrists. He doubted you even realized that you were doing it. Your eyes were focused on the movie screen as the title of some movie Chica had picked out faded in, but your fingers were fiddling with their ribbons and bells without conscious thought.

After Peter fixed them, he would try to convince Sun again...