#jokes aside its so sweet i love them

[gerrykeaysbathmat]

Rereading atyd immediately after the first read through is realizing that Sirius watches Remus just as much as Remus watches him. And just in general. They're both incredibly observant, and it seems to be even more so when it comes to each other 🥺

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[princessbrunette]

In need fathers day with baby daddy rafe, pretty pretty please princess 💕

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you always felt nervous going to tannyhill. not that you felt unwelcome, everyone in his life made it clear that rafe’s baby was of utmost importance to them — so with that came the kind and supportive treatment toward you. however, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden. if rafe wanted to be around you and his kid 24/7, he would do so — hell, he’d get back with you. due to feeling like this, your palms were all sweaty by the time you’d reached the front door, card tucked under you and baby carrier weighing down your arm.

he looks surprised to see you when he opens the door. still in his shirt and slacks, it’s clear to you that rafe had buried himself in work today. it only then occurs to you that father’s day might be difficult for him, giving his circumstances at all. you inwardly wince.

“uh, hey.” he eyes you, itching his cheek and peering into the baby carrier.

you clear your throat, bashfully holding out the card. he takes it in silence and you place the carrier down, picking up your sleepy baby and holding her to your chest. “happy father’s day, daddy.” you smile, voice soft as to not disturb your child too much. he softens a little, blinking.

“that today?” he breathes and you stiffen a little. surely he knew?

“uh, yeah. we got you a card, wanted to let you spend some time with her today if you’re not too busy.”

“if i’m not too— listen i’m never too busy to see my kid okay? or you. i’m— i’m never too busy to… see my family… and stuff.” it’s awkward, the sentiment too soft for his liking and he looks down, staring at the sweet, milk-plumped angel in your arms. “let me…” he reaches out and takes her, her fat little fists immediately stretching for him and curling into the material of his shirt making your heart swell. he was always oddly a natural at this, handling her so well. it always filled you with a strange kind of sadness, one that regressed you slightly to something more scolded and childlike because your own father hadn’t offered you that same generosity. yet, you were thrilled your baby would receive that love even if you weren’t together with her father.

“come in, please.” he stands aside, holding the door for you before picking up the carrier in his other hand— effortlessly walking it with the baby to the living room. “you walked here?” he converses, setting the carrier down and placing the baby back inside, crouching down to stroke her tummy with the side of his finger.

“took the bus. no way im walking with that heavy thing.” you chuckle quietly and he swivels his head to glance at you.

“should’ve told me you were coming i would have got you. y’know i really don’t like you getting on the bus with her, it’s not safe alright, there’s all kinds of lunatics out there.”

“we survived.” you shrug, and there’s a short silence before he stands up, reaching for the card and opening it up. you fiddle with the hem of your dress awkwardly. you never quite knew what to do around rafe these days.

you watch as he reads the contents. ‘to daddy, thanks for being the best and always looking after me. can’t wait to be able to tell you myself how much i love you.’ you sign it off as your daughter, but his eyes linger over it, your sweet handwriting scrawled around the brightly coloured paper — almost for a moment like you were saying it yourself.

“and before you ask, yes she said all of that herself.” you joke to ease the tension and he snaps out of it, looking up at you with a chuckle.

“our little wordsmith, huh?” he smirks, wandering over to the mantelpiece and displaying the card. it filled you with some kind of pride, though it wasn’t about you. “look uh…” he strokes his jaw, glancing over at the baby. “let me take you both out for dinner, yeah? my treat.”

“your treat? rafe its father’s day, we’re supposed to be treating you—”

“i know, alright but… i’m supposed to be looking after you, right? looking… looking after you both.” he corrects himself, walking closer to you until he was basically looming over you, eyes wide. “and— and i know this is a hard day for you too, alright— shit, it’s a hard day for me. gotta bond as a family at some point, you know that right?”

you nod, feeling a weight off your shoulders a little at the way the tension fizzles out.

“you sure? i don’t wanna take up your time—”

your incessant apologising makes his eyes flutter in irritation and he takes your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him as he ducks his neck down to be more at your level.

“you’re not… yeah? you’re not. so quit.”

you blink all dumb, not realising how badly you missed his hands on you even if it was just as an innocent gesture and you nod, not trusting your voice. you try not to overthink the way he leaves his hands there for a moment as he glances over at your baby, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheekbone for a second before pulling away and patting his pockets. “has she slept?”

your brain malfunctions so it takes you a second, but soon you choke out a “y—yeah. had her afternoon nap she’s just still waking up.”

“good. i know somewhere quiet, got a host there who owes me a favour.” he strides to the carrier and lifts it before turning back towards you, blinking at you obviously. “well are you coming or— or what?”

“yeah. yes. i’m coming.”

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[starmapz]

man's best friend - r. sukuna

❦ biker!ryomen sukuna x biker!f!reader [non-curse au]

❦ oneshot

❝ you know those videos of people falling in love with the pet they didn't want? yeah, turns out your husband sukuna could be the star of one of them. ❞

❦ cw ; 18+ only. mdni. sexual themes. fluff! husband!sukuna. soft!sukuna. part of the love & company series of oneshots but can be read separately.

❦ words ; 1.8k.

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Shutting the door behind you, you kick your boots off and pad slowly into the house. “Ryo!” You call out in search of your husband, peeking into the kitchen.

He rounds the corner in only a pair of gray sweatpants, every peak and valley of his washboard abs on display. If it were any other day, you would be jumping him in a heartbeat and he knows it. So when you don’t, even as your eyes trail down his body, he approaches you suspiciously.

“Who are you n’ what did you do with my wife?” He asks, a hint of playfulness decorating his tone. He eyes your outfit, still in your riding gear aside from your boots and helmet. You haven’t taken off your leather jacket yet, which is odd.

When his gaze lands on your chest, he narrows his eyes. “You get a third tit at work today?” He asks as he realizes you have a lump hidden beneath your coat. You can’t help your giggles at his stupid joke, shaking your head. The lump shuffles beneath your coat and his eyes go wide.

“You did not,” he deadpans, searching your expression.

Oh, but you did.

“Okay listen, I know you didn’t want a pet until we got a bigger place, but hear me out!” You plead as the lump shuffles more before it finally pokes its tiny little face out from your coat.

Facing Sukuna is the tiniest, most disheveled bundle of fur he’s ever seen. The little kitten is pure black, hair sticking out in every direction and wide green eyes that take in the world as the little furball tilts its head curiously at your husband with a pathetic mewl.

“No. No way, that thing’s gotta be covered in fleas. We talked about a dog,” he shakes his head. “Where did you even find it?”

“Ryo, come on!” You pout at him with a look entirely too similar to the kitten and his glare flickers between the two of you. “I found it in the bushes outside work and my co-worker said it’d been there for a while. I couldn’t leave it!” You insist, pulling the furball gently from within your jacket to hold them tightly to your chest.

He’s probably right about the fleas, but how could you not immediately fall in love with the little kitty as it calmly abides to you holding it like a baby, chewing softly on your gloved thumb as you hold it up to Sukuna.

“We don’t even need a big place to get a cat!” You insist. The kitten stops chewing on your thumb, rounded green eyes turning to stare up at Sukuna as it mewls pleadingly. Sukuna has half a mind to wonder if the kitten can understand you because between the two of you pouting at him, he thinks you have to be conspiring specifically to get him to break.

He sighs dramatically, rubbing the crease between his brows. “Fine. But it’s your responsibility.”

And how is Sukuna ever meant to resist his beautiful wife with the way your eyes light up?

Of course, you knew from the moment you brought the bundle of soot home that Sukuna would cave. What you didn’t expect was the way their dynamic shifted.

After getting cleaned up and visiting the vet, you discovered she’s a sweet little girl and insisted on naming her Jiji, after the cat from Kiki’s Delivery Service. Your husband had more… creative name choices. Pawasaki and Yameowha were among the worst of his horrible bike-related names, but Ducati had to be the one that really took the cake for the one that made you groan the most.

… And it also happened to be the one that stuck.

“Kuna! Have you seen Cati?” At least Cati sounds close to Kitty, right? Peering into the living room, you catch a glimpse of Sukuna laid out over the couch in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, his arms folded back behind his head and his eyes trained on the TV.

“Yeah, she’s in here,” he replies nonchalantly. Stepping into the room, you look around for her but she’s nowhere to be found. Turning to Sukuna finally, your lips purse and your heart absolutely soars at the sight of the little kitty curled right into the crook of Sukuna’s neck, almost invisible buried in his hoodie.

“Oh. My. God,” you gasp, pulling out your phone to take a photo, which quickly becomes thirty photos to Sukuna’s dismay as his smirk becomes a scowl by the fifteenth. “You two are the cutest things I’ve ever seen. This is gonna be my wallpaper.”

It doesn’t take long for the two to warm up to one another either. Ducati is like his shadow, always following right behind him even as he brushes her off. She’s constantly rubbing against his ankles and mewing for his attention. He doesn’t pay her much mind at first, but his resolve crumbles after only a few weeks.

Brushing your teeth one morning before work, Sukuna walks into the washroom in a red hoodie to grab his razor. As he slips past you, your jaw drops at the realization that Ducati’s little tail is poking out from his hood.

“No way,” you barely manage to mumble through the toothpaste and toothbrush, spitting it out and darting back to your room to grab your phone. It hardly matters that you have toothpaste on your lips still when you need a photo of this right now.

“Your camera roll must be mostly photos of her,” he chides, plugging his razor in.

“You say that like it’s a problem.”

A puff of air leaves his nose in a laugh as he watches your mirth through the mirror. Who is he to deny his wife of having a camera roll full of photos where you can barely make out where your kitten’s limbs start and end?

The day everything changed was when you woke up early enough to see their morning routine. Sukuna got up early to work out and have breakfast before work, while you would practically rush out the door, but your body had other plans today.

The sun warms your cheek as it peeks over the horizon and with a yawn you realize your alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Usually you would just flip over, but a morning with your husband sounds even better.

Slowly shuffling down the hall, you blink sleep from your eyes as you make your way into the kitchen in time to see what might be the funniest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Sukuna sits down at the table with a breakfast burrito on one plate and another smaller plate in his other hand. He sets it down at the chair beside him with some coffee and your jaw drops when you realize what’s on the smaller plate.

It’s Ducati’s fucking breakfast. He pulls the chair beside him out and pats it before pushing her plate to the edge of the table so that she can reach it.

“No fucking way,” you breathe out. Like a deer in the headlights, Sukuna’s eyes widen, before his expression hardens.

“What? She’s hungry,” he grunts like any of this is normal by any means and he isn’t the cheesiest cat dad on the planet. To think he was a dog person a few months ago.

You burst into laughter as his tough-guy persona crumbles. You may be his princess, but that cat is his queen.

“I need to get my phone, oh my god-”

“Don’t you dare!” He roars, but you’re already racing back to the bedroom in a flurry of giggles. Sukuna sighs, slumping back in the chair as he stares at the ceiling.

“You’re such a sucker,” you tease as you snap another dozen photos of the pair to add to your collection.

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, holding his hand up to block the camera’s view of him as though the tattoos on his wrist don’t spell out exactly who he is.

You found out a week later that the next step from breakfast at the table is apparently coming with you on dates.

Finishing up your makeup for your beach day with your husband, you bound over to the door with your duffle bag of towels, sunglasses, and sunscreen ready to go. Sukuna, on the other hand, packed very differently.

Kneeling on the ground, Ducati’s on her side, her fluffy black tail happily swishing back and forth as Sukuna adjusts a harness on her.

“Kuna, as cute as that is, I don’t wanna lose her,” you gently scold, deciding you have to put your foot down when it comes to your cat joining you on your beach date.

“We won’t lose her,” he gruffs, scooping her up into his arms. “She has a tracker tag. It’s connected to my phone.”

You have to stifle a laugh. “Right, of course. That’s super normal. Normal people do this with their cats.”

Sukuna glowers, heat rising from his neck up to his cheeks. To think that this is the same man who cuffed you to your bed frame last night that’s now brimming with embarrassment. “She likes being outside,” he grumbles.

“I know she does but I thought the front yard would be as far as she would go,” you sigh, unable to help your smile. “Fine, Ryo. She can join us, but you better watch her like a hawk.”

“Promise, princess,” he agrees, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Your hickeys r’ showing, by the way.”

You shrug. “My makeup would come off in the water anyway if I tried to cover them and I know you like them,” you smirk. Something dark flashes in his eyes, his free hand that isn’t supporting Ducati in his arms reaching out to rest on your waist. His fingers tighten, his grip sinking into the plush of your skin as he pulls you into him.

“I like when people know you’re mine,” he purrs, eyes lidded. 

“That’s good, because now,” you begin, a gleam in your eye that he recognizes all too well, “people will know that I’m with the big burly biker and his tiny little kitty,” you tease with a grin as you push off of his chest, adjusting your duffle bag over your shoulder. “Come on, you big sucker. Let’s go to the beach.”

Of course, you’ve seen the videos and stories of men who didn’t want a pet later becoming said pet’s best friend, but you could never have imagined that would be your hardened and often cold husband. Especially given that when you had discussed getting a pet, he wanted a big dog like a Rottweiler or a German Shepherd.

Like many other times over the course of your life, he surprises you at every turn as you find him in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl of Cheerios with Ducati atop his shoulders. Another time, you find him doing pushups in your bedroom with the cat laying on his back, earning a raised brow. On rare occasions, he even calls both of you ‘his girls’.

Turns out, Sukuna is a cat guy. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way, even if it means you’re not Ducati’s favorite.

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❦ a/n ; was feeling inspired since i adopted my cat a year ago tomorrow and couldn't help but think this would suit this sukuna really well <3 as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are super super appreciated <33

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[celestiliall]

"Down, Boy!"

cw: phainon x reader, shameless reader, phainon being a fool in love, embarrassing situation, secondhand embarrassment, mydei being the victim of the thirdwheel and tired of his friends' antics, highschool au, comedy, fluff.

note: I made this as a joke cause I was inspired by that trend on tik tok, so enjoy :3

Being on your phone 24/7 meant that you were already knowledgeable enough on how to use social media in the current era. Being on social media, meant that you would always found yourself keeping up with the latest trends, depending on how you organized your fyp.

For example, Tik Tok.

Everytime you had nothing to do, your finger would automatically pressed on the logo of the app, so that you would be able to scroll through your fyp in order to indulge yourself by watching through all kinds of videos, each of them bringing a side to one of your current interests.

Until you came across an illustrated slideshow, about two fictional characters; one of them ordering the other to get down, whilst saying "Down, boy!" And the other who was told the order, eventually following what the former said by getting down on the floor, looking up at them as if they were a dog who was trained to follow whatever its master told it to do.

You loved this kind of contents, it just bring out a funny side to the community you were in—with how everybody in the comments would say their thoughts about it and proceeded to joke around, as if this was a common thing (which it was). And it was fictional, so there wasn't anything remotely bad about it, so long as real life people don't do them.

Which begged the thought...

When you found these videos, all of them having followed the same trend of making their favorite fictional characters being paired up, you couldn't help but find yourself thinking of your boyfriend, who had been nothing but sweet and devoted to you. Sometimes, he would be too devoted, despite you not expecting him to.

Just like a golden-retriever.

Despite not wanting to think about it at first, you couldn't help but imagine how it would be like if both of you ended up being these fictional characters in the slideshow, with you telling your boyfriend, Phainon, to get down on his knees, seeing if he would actually follow what you said or not.

Just for the fun of it. Not because you had a thing of telling your boyfriend whatever you wanted him to do in order to satisfy that interesting mind of yours—oh no, that would be bad.

...But would it?

"Down, boy!" A loud and authoritative voice suddenly called out, ringing throughout the already emptied classroom. The suddenness in your tone made the two tall figures who had been busy arguing with eachother just for the sake of it—to stop and looked at you with stunned faces plastered on their expressions.

The three of you were busy cleaning the classroom after school ended since all of you had cleaning duty today. Aside from you, you were accompanied by two opposite-attracted figures who had been nothing but lousy teenagers, mostly caused by the white-haired boy, Phainon, aka your boyfriend—who wouldn't keep his mouth shut toward the strawberry-blonde haired boy, Mydei, who just wanted to get this over with and head home.

Staring at them from the side, you heaved out a quiet sigh upon their childish antics, shaking your head at the sight. So, in an effort to silenced them up for good, your mind was suddenly reminded back to the thought of that specific trend. In the midst of their increased banter, you turned your back, wondering if you should actually do it or not.

Which you shouldn't, your half-mind continued to tell you so—but the thought of doing it made you to actually reconsider, despite the humiliation that you would feel if the attempt turned out to be a failure. Not to mention, how there was a third figure who would be on the scene. Mydei.

Putting a finger under your chin, your eyes shut closed to continue considering whether or not this was the right course of action (it wasn't). But hearing how their voices started to grew louder, you ended up being swayed by your own thoughts. With a tightened grip on the broom you were holding, you turned on your heels, before screaming out the words that you had been wanting to say—specifically, to your boyfriend.

Along with your words, your unoccupied hand moved up to point a finger toward the ground, emphasizing your words to get Phainon to get down on the floor, just like how the characters in the trend did. Looking at him with a serious expression, you made sure to not turn your gaze toward Mydei in order to lessen up the humiliation that would creep up later if your attempt failed.

The room instantly fell silent with your sudden exclamation, with how both figures looked at you with bewilderment written all over their faces. Both of them wondering on what you meant and the reason on why you would do this so suddenly.

The first one to break the silence was your tough-looking friend, Mydei, who was more dumfounded than your boyfriend, looking at you with a frown surprise. "What–" He was about to ask on what you were actually doing, perplexed on why you would say something so bold all of a sudden. But then–

As if on instinct, Phainon, who was standing close to him, suddenly crouched down on the floor, both of his hands holding the broom up in order to stabilize himself. Despite not saying anything, his action received quite interesting reactions from both individuals.

Both you and Mydei were shocked to see his actual compliance, turning your heads down onto the white-haired boy who was looking up at you now, staring at you with a serious but compliance in his eyes. One feeling proud of his compliance toward your order, while the other–

"Dude... Why would you–"

"Oh my god, you actually did what I said!" Your exclamation overshadowed Mydei's words, covering your mouth with a hint of joy creeping up on your expression. "I didn't think you were actually going to do it, but...!"

Having been too excited, you ended up rambling on about the reason you decided to do this by explaining the origin of the idea, the same goofy smile you held on your lips remained fixed; completely oblivious to the actual matter you were supposed to be taking account after seeing your boyfriend doing what you actually told him to do.

Perhaps, you had already expected for him to comply, given that Phainon would always be so head over heels for you from time-to-time, if not—often.

In the midst of your continued ramblings, Mydei turned his focus back onto his white-haired friend who hadn't moved an inch from his spot on the ground, looking at him with confusion in his eyes due to his questionable behavior.

"You..." He muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with exasperation. "Why would you actually follow what they said? You could've just said no, or just continued to be surprised like I did–" He started to protest, before his words got cut off once again—but this time, coming from Phainon's breathed chuckle.

"I couldn't help it, y'know?" He replied, tearing his gaze away from you to look up, in order to see his friend's face. "The way they said it... It's as if an invisible string had been attached onto my body." He bluffed, before laughing softly. "...making me to end up doing what they told me to do."

Despite Phainon's answer for doing what he did, it was evident from Mydei's expression that he didn't believe a single word coming from this guy's mouth. Heck, even thinking that he made absolutely no sense at all. But alas, he couldn't do anything except to let out another sigh, crossing his arms with annoyance upon both of his friends' behaviors.

Seeing his friend's reaction, Phainon laughed again, before diverting his attention back toward the person in front of him—who had been rambling non-stop on why they ended up doing what they did. The sight of his lover being excited like this, it couldn't help but make his lips curved up into another smile, albeit more sincere.

If only Mydei knew... that one of the reasons on why he ended up following what you said; was because the frown you held when you exclaimed those words to him...

It made him unable to disobey you, to disappoint you.

The furrowed eyebrows, the authoritative tone–

Everything.

Everything about you made him unable to hold himself back from surrendering to you fully, having been too enamored to question himself on why he did what he had to do.

Having been too in love with you.

Although, Phainon's sure—that if Mydei heard the actual reasons behind his compliance, the guy would definitely give him a harsh smack on the head for being so foolish, for being so hopelessly attached with you.

But, who cares? As long as it's you, he wouldn't have it any other way.

For he had made it his mission to satisfy your needs, in order to get an endearing reaction from you in return. The person he loved, until death do them part.

[fluffylino]

ghostface ! hyunjin

little did you know you'd end up bumping into someone unexpected at a halloween party

-suggestive? so flirtatious istg

you weren't this type of person. the type of person in college to actively go seeking out parties and big frat parties. infact thats what you'd probably prefer avoiding. classmates and seniors drinking till they pass out or doing god knows what in bathrooms.

it was scary to be amongst so many people yet deep down you really wished you could experience a party like this. atleast for once in your life.

a recently made friend encouraging you to join her and her group of five friends. you weren't exactly on that level of closeness to go out with them but they genuinely were sweet. you felt like you could trust them. however they weren't as much into halloween as you.

you were wild on the inside. god knows what they'd ever say if they ever found out you found ghostface attractive.

not the killing and gore and all. just the idea of a mask like that. hiding someone's appearance completely.

yet all one could see was their physical figure, mannerisms and...their voice.

"you've never watched scream? the 1996 film?" you questioned, voice raising in pitch as they all shook their heads.

"oh is it that ghostface dude you keep mentioning?"

"technically yeah...imagine bumping into somebody wearing that whole outfit...here..in this place"

you said, getting a little anxious as you saw the classmates dressed up as various characters. some a little too gory and drenched in fake blood.

it was a halloween party afterall.

"I really hope he's there..." another friend chimes in. her cheeks visibly turning red. her and her huge ass crush on this guy.

"hm and if he is? what you gonna do with him" you can't help but tease her. nudging her shoulder and wriggling your eyebrows mischieviously. she laughed nervously.

"shhh what are you saying! dirty dirty!" her eyes widening. internally you questioned the innocence of this poor girl. she wasn't the type to think dirty thoughts.

"you think hyunjin will really be here?"

she whispered, looping her arm around yours. both of yall walking past people and into the house. streamers and decorations all over. lights dimmed down and occasionally flashing. the music louder than expected.

"..hwang? hm i don't know" you mumbled, feeling a bit shaky. guilt setting in slowly.

the thing was...you may have had a teeny weeny crush on him as well. however you pushed it aside when you found out she liked him like crazy. she described it as falling in love with him completely. it was a little too extreme but you simply laughed along. knowing all too well that they had never even spoken once in the previous semester.

hyunjin was a senior by a year or three. watching him from afar in the canteen. heart thumping faster than usual when he glanced your way too many times to be casual.

"he's looking at me, isn't he?" she'd always blush and say, trying to avoid him in all the possible ways.

a little delusion because it took only a few instances for you to figure out that he was...looking at you everytime you either walked to buy some coffee or whenever you'd be laughing and cracking jokes.

but you never know? maybe you just thought he knew your existence.

its only when the music gets louder and more people start coming in do things get overwhelming. grabbing a few shots of soju and downing it quicker than ever.

"we're gonna go there okay?" she slurs, waving goodbye and running off somewhere amidst the crowd with the other three. you hum to yourself, smacking your forehead. beginning to feel the alcohol kick in.

just when you think you should leave, your eyes land upon a mask. worn by someone who looks absolutely sculpted.

no flowy robe to match the creepy mask yet the way his arms looked in a tank top the stranger wore was worth drooling over.

looking away quickly when he turns his head towards you.

"god-...f-fuck he's hot..." you mumble breathlessly to yourself. cheeks burning and body on fire.

trying to steal another glance at the stranger. however he had vanished. was he in the crowd or did he go to the kitchen or backyard or-

"looking for me, honey?"

neck spinning to the side to come face to face with the elongated mouth and downward eyes of the spooky mask. a choked out shout leaving you.

"u-uh i-...i m-mean" you don't even know what you're saying at this point.

its the way he's leaning over you. towering above you.

"sooo you got a boyfriend?"

his voice goes straight to your core. its insane how turned on you are. realising he's playing along. reciting lines from the film.

"why? you wanna ask me out on a date?"

dragging your syllables. its the alcohol thats talking now. growing more confident and comfortable with this supposed stranger.

"maybe..."

the mask tilts comically.

leaning down even lower. that is until he sits on the short table opposite to you. carelessly dropping a few leftover candies on the ground. its a mess anyways.

he moves closer. thick thighs on either side of yours. his elbows resting on his knees as he seems to stare back.

expressions hidden under the damn mask. seeing just a sliver of his eyes under the mesh.

"you're pretty...pretty hot to not have one" muffled behind the mask. you can hear him breathe.

eyes trailing down to his arms unconciously.

"you think i'm hot? even though i'm dressed up as joker?" you chuckle. blushing incredibly hard.

because for some reason this stranger felt familiar. his mannerisms and his physique.

"even hotter, baby"

his voice. you've heard it before. you feel like you know this man's voice. no wonder you were enthralled. why couldn't you pinpoint who it belonged to?

"do i know you?" you sit up quickly. mimicking 'ghostface' who sat infront of you.

moving closer till his body heat engulfed you.

"mh do you?"

he tilts his head, humming condescendingly. goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands carefully rest on your knees.

"cause I definitely know you honey"

again.

your heart races.

unconciously leaning into him.

"you do? i see this little game you're playing" you tease. placing your hands on top of his. he lets you.

"m'not playing any games sweetie"

the man laughs lowly. shoulders shaking and neck arching to look down at you. growing more and more interested.

"yeah? then why don't you show me whose under this mask"

gently placing your index under his chin. his hands resting higher on your thighs now.

"oh i couldn't. that would ruin the fun wouldn't it."

allowing you to play around with the edge of the mask. edging him on mercilessly.

"what if i said i wouldn't mind it staying on"

you whisper, eyes meeting his briefly. arousal pooling in your abdomen.

whoever this was. you knew him for sure.

"while we talk? or did you mean during sex? please do tell, doll"

his voice drops an octave lower and you let your instincts kick in. forcing you to your limits with his teasing.

pushing the mask up just enough to kiss him senselessly.

it takes him by surprise, and you find yourself clinging onto him. his hands sliding higher to hold your waist.

quite literally using his strength to pull you right onto his lap. the low table creaks at the weight of two .

(lord have mercy we must stay focused brothers we MUST STAY FOCUSED AAA sorry i had to lolz)

"f-fuck...who are you..." you whisper, nose brushing against his. he huffs out a breath. choosing to kiss you with more fervour.

your fingers slipping under the mask.

shakily pushing it higher until your heart throbs. but that isn't the only thing throbbing when you see his uncovered face.

hyunjin.

"y-you...hyu-njin" going absolutely speechless as it sets in.

you're kissing hwang hyunjin.

the senior you thought you'd never even have the courage to talk to.

the mild taste of peach soju on his tongue. quietly opening your mouth for him to trail his tongue over your bottom lip.

the dark mesh falling over your face when you let go of the mask to fist at his fluffy hair. you could run your fingers through his hair.

his grip on your thighs strong enough to firmly keep you planted directly over where you could feel him.

getting worked up with how affected you were.

the feeling of his hands, his hair, his hot mouth moving passionately...his covered length....

"your friend. tell her you're with me, baby"

hyunjin pants out, nudging his lips to the corner of your mouth. your eyes widen, heart pounding.

"tell her im kissing you"

it felt like you were committing a sin. but you just couldn't bring yourself to care that much.

"tell her...i don't plan on letting you go home anytime soon"

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ha ha ha ha ha ha ha surprise!

its a late halloween present but who cares! ghostface hyunjin has made an appearance acjwugsbsjskskshs~

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[meiluu]

Dreamin’ about cowboys

Tyler Owens / Reader(Female) cw: SMUT 18+, FLUFF, domestic, pregnancy. a.n: no joke after I came home from watching the new twisters movie I took a nap and had one of the most vivid dreams about being pregnant on a cute cottage/farmhouse while being cuddled by Glen Powell/Tyler Owens. So uh, that’s the main inspo for this, give thanks to my weird but amazing subconsciousness.

*not edited, sorry for any mistakes*

The warm rays of sunlight kept you comfortably cozy while you sat in a rocking chair on your front porch, nursing some homemade sweet tea. And there making his way to you was your handsome cowboy. Cheeks flushed from the rush of adrenaline he’d gotten while chasing his latest tornado. Signature smile across his face as he quickly made his way up the steps of your beautiful home.

With a bit of difficulty you’re able to get up and meet him halfway. Strong and familiar arms wrap themselves around you, Tyler’s stubble tickling your neck as he buries himself into your embrace. “Missed you, how’re my girls doin’” pulling away, Tyler’s warm and calloused hand gently cups your rounded stomach, softly caressing the bump.

“Oh you know, constantly hungry for the weirdest of things and aching in places I didn’t know I could ache in.” Your words elicit a laugh out of the cowboy. “But besides all of that, we're good. Just missed you.” Reaching a hand up to his stubbly cheek pressing a kiss to his warm skin. One of his hands linger on the small of your back while the other pushes a rebellious piece of hair behind your ear, gently cupping your cheek. Leaning down to you, lips meeting your own. Your heart flutters within your chest, no matter how many times you kissed it still felt like your first time. Mouths dancing together, your hands reach up to tug on his soft wind tussled hair. A soft groan rumbles from within his chest, and as your kisses deepen Tyler is quickly lifting you off your feet so effortlessly.

House memorized like the back of his hand, he makes his way to your shared bedroom. Setting you down with the utmost care on the plush comforter below. Pulling away from your mouth, you watch as Tyler leans back a stares at you. Jade green eyes roam over your figure, "God its like you get more and more beautiful everyday." His words are nothing but honest, full of adoration for you. You feel your cheeks blush at his words, upon seeing your pink cheeks a mischievous smirk makes its way onto his gorgeous face. Rough hands caress your body's newfound curves making their way to the front of your simple milkmaid dress. Undoing the little bow keeping your breasts from spilling out.

The soft fabric gives way and is pushed aside by Tyler's hands, leaning back down he kisses every inch of skin within reach. Leaving behind little love bites for you to admire in the mirror tomorrow morning. Making his way up your chest, to your neck then taking your sweet lips back to his. His hands continue to lovingly massage your sides, paying extra attention to your hips that spend all day holding and cradling your baby girl.

One hand wonders downward, going underneath the skirt of your dress going right where you need him most. Pulling off your panties, throwing them over the side of the bed. A whimper tumbles from your kiss swollen lips as Tyler begins to swirl your clit, fingers gathering your embarrassing amount of slick. Then he is sinking a finger inside, then two. Your left hand tangles into the comforter while your other tightly grips onto Tyler's arm that still dutifully holding onto your waist.

"Tyler, I need you." you can't help the desperation within your voice. "I know baby, but I gotta stretch you out first." a needy whine leaves you at his words, a pout forming onto your lips. And its takes everything within Tyler to not immediately give into you. But it wouldn't be long before he'd have you moaning and panting out his name as he gave you everything you wanted.

Fingers rubbing up against your sensitive walls, curling up perfectly to hit the one spot within you that has you keening out in pleasure. A soft groan leaves Tyler as your walls clamp down upon his fingers, a telltale sign that you were close. "Come on baby, need you to cum around my fingers. Then I'm all yours." Voice husky with strained lust.

Tyler watches with rapt attention as your hips grind down onto his hand, fingers going in and out of your pretty cunt. The noises from your squelching cunt fills the air around you, accompanied by your breathy moans and Tyler's muffled groans. You feel that all too familiar heat creeping down your spine, twisting that metaphorical ball of pleasure that sits so heavily down past your navel. Then not a moment later are you baring down upon Tyler's fingers cunt clenching rhythmically around him as he continues to fuck his fingers into your spasming cunt.

Tyler watches as your breathing slowly evens out as your come down from your high, then he's slowly pulling his fingers from you. Then he's tearing off his clothes carelessly discarding them to the side, with nothing left to take off he helps you out of your dress. Crawling up to where his face is right above yours, muscled arms boxing in your head. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him, shielding you from the chill from your bedroom.

"Ty please."

"I know baby, I know."

Green eyes watch as his precum covered cock, sinks into you. Eyes rolling back into his head at the euphoric feeling of your warm and wet cunt that welcomes him so perfectly. Hips picking up into a deep and measured pace, perfect for pushing those heavenly moans from your lips while also giving just the right amount of pleasure to both of you. Your hands abandon the comforter to latch onto Tyler's strong back, relishing in the warmth he brings as you fingers feel his muscles tighten beneath your palms. Tyler lets his head fall to rest right beside your ear, filling your head with his filthy words and noises.

"Always take me so well."

"Just like that baby."

"Fuck, baby can you hear just how wet you are?"

Each husky phrase that tumbles from his mouth has you arching your back up into him, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. With every thrust in and out of you, your cunt squeezes down on him trying to keep him in. Your sweet sounds of pleasure ring through Tyler's ears, lighting a trail of white hot pleasure down his spine leading down towards his heavy balls that are just begging to fill you up. As if you weren't already pregnant, if Tyler could he'd get you pregnant again. Seeing you so beautiful with your belly swollen with your baby had lit an insatiable fire within him that would probably never be snuffed out. You were always breathtakingly gorgeous but when you had gotten pregnant it was game over, Tyler didn't know you could get more stunning and yet you always prove him wrong.

"Ty- I'm close." a moan interrupts your words halfway through saying them, but good thing Tyler knew your body just as well as you and could already feel your cunt getting tighter and tighter as you neared your second orgasm of the night. "I'm right there with you." rushing his words out as he groans out as you tighten up again around him. One of Tylers hands leaves its spot beside your head quickly bringing it down to swirl your clit, not a moment later are you falling in bliss as you cum hard around Tyler's still pistoning cock. A waterfall of curses leaves Tyler as feels himself swell then cum just right behind you. Warmth fills your lower belly as Tyler continues to slowly grind into you, riding out both of your highs, eventually coming to a stop.

Your eyes hazy with leftover pleasure watch as Tylers sculpted body rises, watching him watch as his spend dribbles out of you as he pulls his softening cock from you. Pupils blown wide as a hearty groan fills the space around you both. The vision in front of him is seared into his mind, and he'd make sure of it. His eyes take in you flushed face that traveled to the tops of your swollen breasts, kiss bitten skin, tussled hair, you were a fuckin vision he'd spend the rest of his life admiring.

Giving you a sweet kiss, he announces that he's going to the bathroom. A little while later does he come back with a warm wash cloth, with gentle hands does he wipe you down. Getting you comfortable in bed, he grabs one of his large pj shirts for you and a pair of boxers for himself. Grabbing you, Tyler tucks you beneath his chin as your face rest against his chest. Sleep quickly lulls you both under, as the moon rise higher into the night sky.

As the sun peaks above the horizon are you waking up, your little one seeming hellbent on rising along with the sun. Shuffling with sleepiness still clinging to you, you head to the bathroom then back into your bedroom. Pulling on some panties and a loose pair of shorts, muffling a laugh at the utter disarray you and Tyler left behind last night. Somehow your cowboys boxers had ended up hanging off your vanity, deciding to just leave it there, knowing that when he woke up he'd get a good laugh out of it.

With soft footsteps you head towards the kitchen, prepping up a cup of warm tea. Something you've had to switch to while being pregnant, no coffee until after giving birth. Once the your warm cup is in your hands do you head out back to your couch swing that Tyler had set up last spring. Settling down into the soft cushions, watching as the sun begins to rise higher and higher above the horizon. When you're halfway done with your cup do you hear Tylers footsteps making their way to you. Turning your head, you can't help the wide smile that pulls at your cheeks. Tylers hair looks like a tornado has hit it, clad in some baggy sweatpants. "Good mornin'." his voice is still husky with sleep, "Good morning." Your eyes follow him has he sits down next to you, then he's pulling you into his lap wrapping you up in his embrace. Snuggling deeper into his warmth, you both sit in the quiet of the early morning watching as the sun announces to the world that a new day has started. And you wouldn't wanna be anywhere but right here in your home with the man that you love with all your being right next you. With a warm and protective hand caressing your baby pump, your daughter fluttering beneath the familiar hand of her daddy.

[ginxyy]

More Then Friends, Always Yours

“I only see him as a friend” thats the biggest lie ive ever said

You lie to yourself, and everyone else, with a fragile smile and delicate laughter. “Oh, Jihoon? I only see him as a friend.” The words flutter off your tongue like butterflies, light and airy, but they are the biggest lie you’ve ever told. Each syllable undulates with an undercurrent of desperation, a need to suppress the love that curls itself around your heart like ivy. You know the truth; your friends know the truth; even Jihoon, in the depths of his obliviousness, might feel something whispering beneath the surface.

Your days are painted in shades of yearning. Every time you catch Jihoon glancing your way, his laughter ringing like music in the air, you feel the familiar ache in your chest. He stands there, effortlessly captivating in his casual charm, and you can’t help but admire the way the world seems to orbit around him. But you have mastered the art of restraint at least, you try to convince yourself of that. You knew, early on, that this beautiful creature was simply too unattainable, an ethereal being who belonged to the limelight of the stage, while you faded gently into the shadows of his fan club.

Yet how can one merely be friends with someone who ignites a fire within you every time they reach for their drink, every time they laugh at a joke you’ve thrown, or every time he tilts his head, eyes shining with mischief? You spend your days together, sharing your laughter amidst passionate conversations, discussing dreams with glee. You’ve found yourself hanging on his every word, fretting over the inflection of his voice, scrutinizing every innocent touch as if it were a precarious promise.

Your friends notice the way your gaze lingers longer than is appropriate, the way your heart skips a beat when he walks into the room. They nudge you playfully and whisper sweet nothings, teasing your heartstrings and pulling them taut. “You love him,” they say, referring to Jihoon with fondness that stings because it’s true. But instead of gamely admitting it, you brush their concerns aside with a wave of your hand. “No, no, it’s not like that at all,” you lie once again, loving him in silence with every breath but failing to breathe the words into existence.

Then, one fateful evening, everything changes.

It was a rainy night, the kind that makes the world feel small and cozy. The sky enveloped the earth in its tender embrace, droplets cascading down panes of glass, blurring the outside world. Curious, you peek outside the window, watching a fascinating dance as water falls effortlessly from the heavens. It pulls you into a comfort zone, and all you desire is a peaceful night in a warm blanket and your favorite rom-com to escape into.

But, as fate would have it, Jihoon had plans of his own.

You receive a call at 2 a.m., your heart racing as you recognize his name lighting up your screen. “Where are you?” you whisper, the urgency pulling you to the edge of your thoughts. His slurred words dance around your ears, “Can you open the door? I need to talk to you.” A knot forms in your stomach as you scramble to gather your senses, tossing aside any lingering sleep.

As you open the door, the image that greets you is deeply romantic and utterly chaotic. Jihoon stands there, slightly disheveled, the faint smell of alcohol wafting in the air, eyes glossy and alive. Even in this state, he radiates charm you wonder for a fleeting moment if he understands the hold he has over you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call,” he stammers, teetering slightly. Your heart thuds ominously in your chest, and all those stolen glances and hidden feelings come rushing to the surface.

He steps inside, leaning against the wall for support, his vulnerability both enchanting and terrifying. You urge him into a seat and fetch him some water, caught between laughter and concern. “You really shouldn’t drink so much,” you say, finding your voice through the whirlwind of emotions. He just grins sheepishly, mischief dancing in his luminous eyes.

And then, everything spirals out of your control.

As you sit beside him, the silence wraps around you both like a soft blanket. It’s intoxicating, the way he gazes at you, like he’s trying to piece together every fragment of your existence. And suddenly, Jihoon leans closer, his breath fanning against your skin. Your heart races an insane symphony of thumping organs, all while questioning your reality. “You know,” he murmurs, the words slurring slightly, “I don’t think you see me as a friend.”

Time hangs delicately in the air. Your mind races wildly, processing his words, replaying every moment leading up to this. You could pull back, remind him of the façade you’ve built, of the lie that has woven itself into your life. But the longing, buried so deep, whispers hope, swaying you further into the depths of passion.

Before you can construct your thoughts, Jihoon closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours. It’s a soft collision at first, questioning, as if he is daring to believe in the connection that has always lingered just beyond the reach of words. You find yourself responding instinctively, every barrier that once held you captive crumbling like sandcastles against the tide.

It feels electric and raw he’s warm, alive, anchored where you’ve always ached to reach. You lean into him, heart pounding as you discover the truth you’ve hidden all this time. You only see him as a friend? It was a lie you told because you were terrified to admit how deeply you cared for him.

The kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in his warmth, finally surrendering to the truth: you are utterly, irrevocably in love with him. It was never just friendship, not with every heartbeat echoing his name, not with the shivers that wracked your spine each time he laughed.

When you finally pull away, breathless and bewildered, the revelation settles in. Jihoon’s eyes are wide with surprise, mingled with a hint of vulnerability. “I’m so glad I came,” he whispers, his voice a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty.

The moment hangs suspended in the air, a fragile thread woven with anticipation and desire. Jihoon’s whisper lingers in your mind, but before you can respond, his lips find yours again, and this time, there’s nothing soft or tentative about it. His kiss is urgent, fueled by a desperation that leaves you breathless. He presses closer, his hands gripping your waist as though anchoring himself to you.

A shiver races down your spine as his teeth graze your bottom lip, coaxing a gasp from you. Seizing the moment, his tongue brushes against yours, a teasing caress that ignites a fire in your core. You clutch at his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you pull him even closer. Jihoon moans into your mouth, a deep, guttural sound that sends heat pooling low in your belly.

You’re vaguely aware of the room around you, the muted sound of rain against the window, but all of it fades into insignificance as Jihoon consumes every ounce of your attention. His hands move from your waist to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his lap. The shift in position sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you can feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against you.

You grind against him instinctively, eliciting another low moan from Jihoon that vibrates through your entire body. The friction between you is maddening, every movement stoking the flames of desire higher. His hands roam your body, sliding under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. His touch is hot, almost searing, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“God,” he mutters against your lips, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You pull back just enough to look into his eyes, and what you see there steals the air from your lungs. His gaze is dark, filled with unspoken longing and raw emotion. It’s as though every wall he’s ever built has crumbled, leaving nothing but vulnerability and hunger in its place.

“I think I do,” you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. You shift against him again, unable to resist the way his body reacts to yours, the way his breath hitches as you roll your hips. His hands grip your waist tighter, and he pulls you closer, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down the column of your neck.

The sensation of his lips on your skin is almost too much to bear. He alternates between gentle kisses and sharp nips, his tongue soothing the faint sting each time. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he groans against your neck, his breath hot and uneven.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Jihoon murmurs, his voice rough and filled with desire. He shifts beneath you, adjusting your position so you’re straddling him fully. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, and the feel of his palms against your bare skin sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“Then don’t,” you reply, the words leaving your lips before you can second-guess them. You capture his mouth again, pouring everything you’ve been holding back into the kiss. Jihoon responds with equal fervor, his hands exploring every inch of you they can reach.

Your movements become more frantic, the need to be closer to him overwhelming. You press yourself against him, your hips rocking in a rhythm that has both of you gasping. Jihoon’s hands slide up your back, his fingers deftly finding the clasp of your bra. He hesitates for a split second, his gaze meeting yours as if seeking permission.

When you nod, his eyes darken further, and he makes quick work of removing the barrier. His hands return to your body, exploring with an urgency that leaves you trembling. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of need pulls you deeper into the moment, and you know there’s no turning back.

Jihoon’s kisses grow hungrier, his hands exploring your body with a fervor that makes your head spin. You can feel the restraint slipping from him, his need for you becoming all-consuming. He pulls away slightly, his breathing ragged as he looks at you with an intensity that sends a shiver straight to your core.

“I need…” His voice cracks, thick with desperation. He buries his face against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he whispers, “Please. Let me taste you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the raw desire in his voice nearly undoing you. He shifts, his hands sliding to your hips as he presses a series of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower still. Before you can process what’s happening, Jihoon slips off the couch, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“Jihoon…” you murmur, your voice trembling, but he looks up at you with a pleading expression that steals the words from your lips.

“Let me,” he begs, his hands gently parting your knees as he positions himself between them. His eyes are dark and hungry, his lips slightly swollen from your kisses. “I want to make you feel good. Please.”

The vulnerability in his voice is matched by the determination in his touch, and you nod, unable to deny him or yourself. Jihoon wastes no time, his hands sliding up your thighs as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and tugs them down, his eyes never leaving yours.

You lift your hips to help him, your heart racing as the cool air brushes against your heated skin. Jihoon’s gaze darkens as he takes you in, his lips parting slightly as if he’s in awe. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice reverent.

Then his lips are on you, and every coherent thought vanishes. His tongue moves with expert precision, finding the spots that make you gasp and cling to the edge of the couch for support. He alternates between soft, teasing flicks and deep, languid strokes that have you trembling. Jihoon moans against you, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure as his hands grip your thighs, holding you open for him.

“Oh my God, Jihoon…” Your head falls back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls you closer to the edge. He looks up at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the way you’re unraveling beneath his touch. He doubles down, his movements growing more insistent as he chases your release.

It doesn’t take long before the tension building inside you snaps, your body arching as waves of pleasure crash over you. Jihoon doesn’t stop, his tongue and lips coaxing every last tremor from you until you’re left gasping for air.

But he isn’t finished.

Before you can fully recover, Jihoon looks up at you, his mouth glistening and his expression utterly wrecked with need. “One more,” he murmurs, his voice a hoarse plea. “I want to feel you fall apart again.”

You barely have time to process his words before he dives back in, his tongue working you over with a skill and determination that leave you helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. He holds you steady as you writhe beneath him, his moans of appreciation only spurring you on. It’s overwhelming, the way he devotes himself to your pleasure, and soon you’re tumbling over the edge again, crying out his name as your body shudders against his mouth.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, Jihoon is climbing back up your body, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s both tender and heated. You can taste yourself on him, and it only stokes the fire that’s been simmering between you.

“Please,” he whispers against your lips, his voice raw with desperation. “I need you. Ride me. I need to feel you.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and you nod, unable to resist the sheer longing in his voice. Jihoon’s hands are on your hips as you straddle him You sink down onto Jihoon completely, a gasp escaping both of you as your bodies join in perfect, electrifying harmony. He feels incredible inside you, stretching and filling you in ways that make your head spin. You begin to move, slow and deliberate at first, grinding your hips against him, and Jihoon’s head falls back with a low, guttural groan.

His hands grip your hips, trembling slightly as though he’s barely holding himself together. “You… you feel unreal,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “I—God, I love this. I love you.”

The words tumble out of him so suddenly, so raw and unfiltered, that it takes you a moment to process them. You stop moving for a second, your chest tightening as you look at him. His eyes snap open, wide and vulnerable, panic flickering across his face as if he’s afraid he’s ruined everything.

“I mean it,” he continues, his hands tightening on your waist. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and seeing you like this, feeling you like this God, it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. You’re everything.”

Emotion swells in your chest, but before you can respond, Jihoon pulls you down into a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of his passion and love into it. His hands roam your body, sliding up your back, tangling in your hair, and gripping your thighs as if he can’t get enough of you. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice trembling with sincerity. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I love the way you move, the way you feel around me. Please don’t stop.”

The combination of his sweet words and the desperate edge in his voice ignites something deep inside you, and you begin to move again, faster this time, riding him with abandon. Jihoon completely loses himself, his head falling forward to rest against your chest as a cascade of moans and broken words spills from his lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasps, his voice wrecked. “So fucking gorgeous. I love seeing you like this on top of me, taking me, making me feel so good. I—oh, God… please don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby. You’re going to ruin me.”

Your hands find their way to his hair, threading through the soft strands, and when you tug gently, his reaction is immediate and visceral. Jihoon cries out, his hands flying to your hips to pull you closer, harder against him. “Fuck,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. “Do that again. Please. Pull my hair. I love it.”

You obey, tugging a little harder this time, and Jihoon’s response is nothing short of breathtaking. His hips buck up to meet yours, his eyes rolling back as he clings to you like you’re the only thing grounding him. “I can’t—God, I can’t think when you do that. You make me crazy. You’re so fucking good to me.”

His words become a torrent, a mix of sweet confessions and dirty praises that leaves you both breathless. “You’re perfect,” he pants, his hands exploring every inch of your body. “So tight, so warm. I’ve dreamed about this about you so many times, but nothing comes close to the real thing. You’re mine, right? Please tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Jihoon,” you whisper, your own voice breaking with emotion. “I’ve always been yours.”

That’s all it takes to completely undo him. Jihoon’s hands grip your hips with bruising intensity, his lips crashing into yours as he thrusts up to meet your movements, his desperation driving him deeper, harder. His words come in a frantic, broken stream, a testament to how thoroughly you’ve unraveled him.

“Ride me, baby. Take what you need. I’ll give you anything everything,” he moans, his voice barely coherent. “You’re so good, so fucking good. I love you. I love you so much.”

Your pace quickens, your hands tugging at his hair as you both chase the edge together. Jihoon’s hands are everywhere on your thighs, your waist, your back, unable to stay still as he tries to memorize every moment, every sensation. His lips brush against your skin, murmuring praise and love and filthy promises that make your heart race.

When you finally fall over the edge, it’s with a shattering cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Jihoon follows moments later, his release spilling into you as his head falls back, a moan of pure ecstasy tearing from his throat. He looks utterly wrecked, his chest heaving as he gazes up at you with so much love and adoration that it nearly takes your breath away.

He pulls you down into his arms, holding you close as you both come down from the high together. “I meant every word,” he whispers, his voice soft but unwavering. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I’m never letting you go.”

The morning sunlight streams through the blinds of Jihoon’s studio, warm and golden, casting a cozy glow over the room. You’re perched on a stool near the soundboard, sipping on coffee while Jihoon hovers over his keyboard, pretending to work.

But he’s not fooling anyone.

Every few seconds, you catch him glancing your way, his lips quirking up in a grin he can’t quite suppress. He’s trying to be discreet, but his hand finds yours under the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that sends shivers up your spine. When he’s sure no one’s looking, he leans over to press a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his grin widening when you swat at him playfully.

“Jihoon,” you murmur, half-laughing. “Focus.”

“I am focusing,” he replies with a mock-serious expression, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “I’m focusing on how gorgeous you look right now.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush all the same. He’s incorrigible, and as much as you want to protest, you can’t deny how much you love his newfound confidence in showing you affection.

The door to the studio swings open, and his bandmates file in one by one, filling the space with their usual energy. Jihoon straightens up, trying to school his expression into something more neutral, but his hand lingers on your thigh for just a second too long before he pulls it back.

“Morning,” one of them calls, tossing a water bottle onto the couch before plopping down. Another, Mingyu, squints at Jihoon, a knowing smirk creeping across his face. “Wow, Jihoon. You look… really chipper today.”

Jihoon shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Just a good day, I guess.”

“Uh-huh,” Mingyu drawls, his eyes flicking to you and back to Jihoon. “And does this ‘good day’ have anything to do with the fact that you can’t stop staring at her?”

Jihoon’s ears turn red, but he tries to play it cool, casually leaning back in his chair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on,” Mingyu says, grinning. “You’re practically glowing. It’s disgusting, really.”

Another bandmate, Soonyoung, perks up at the exchange, his gaze darting between you and Jihoon. “Wait a second,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Are you guys…?”

You try to hide your smile behind your coffee cup, but Jihoon’s bandmates are relentless. The teasing intensifies, with exaggerated gasps, dramatic gestures, and a chorus of “finally!” echoing through the room. Jihoon rubs the back of his neck, clearly torn between embarrassment and pride.

“Alright, alright,” he says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He turns to you, his eyes softening as he reaches for your hand. “You’re not mad if I say it, right?”

“Not at all,” you reply, your heart fluttering.

Jihoon takes a deep breath before turning back to his bandmates, his expression firm but laced with a hint of nervousness. “Yes, okay? She’s my girlfriend. Happy now?”

The room erupts into cheers and applause, the bandmates high-fiving each other like they’ve won a prize. “Took you long enough!” one of them shouts, while another adds, “I was starting to think this day would never come!”

Amid the chaos, Jihoon looks at you, his face a mixture of exasperation and adoration. “They’re impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. But then his expression softens, and he tugs you closer, his hands sliding around your waist.

“I love you,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear this time. His gaze locks onto yours, earnest and unshakable. “I’m not hiding it anymore. I love you.”

The teasing fades into the background as Jihoon leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s soft but filled with meaning. His hands stay steady on your waist, grounding you as the moment stretches on. When you pull back, breathless and a little dazed, his bandmates are cheering again, but you barely notice.

All you can focus on is Jihoon and the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

Jihoon leans his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your waist as the noise of his bandmates fades into the background. He smiles soft, unguarded, and completely full of love. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, “I used to think my music was the best way to tell a story, but then you came along and proved me wrong. You’re my favorite song, and I want to play you for the rest of my life.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his words. “That’s cheesy, Jihoon.”

“Yeah,” he admits, his grin widening, “but it’s true. And if you think that’s bad, wait until I start writing songs about you.”

The thought makes your heart swell, and you can’t resist kissing him again, ignoring the teasing whistles from the rest of the room. As far as you’re concerned, the rest of the world can wait. Right now, this moment is just for the two of you.

[mariusrenathyrs-crashout]

I love you Frostbek, I love you. I love you couple who are polar opposites to one another; and yet direct reflections of one another. Foils if you will.

Frost who is the stoic, hyper intelligent, logical and responsible one of the group. The refined, confident, and resolute strategist that all of his friends look to for guidance, for logical reassurance and a plan. Who has learned to compartmentalize his emotions and holds logic and reasoning as the key to the universe and all its vast knowledge. Who's greatest fear is being forgotten and left behind, who knows it is his mind that people tend to value rather than his personhood. Who was taught to hold nothing but his mind in importance, to disconnect himself from all relationships and material things as he is so close to ascending if not for his earthly attachments; and yet he has a bag filled with useless trinkets and literally weighs over 100 lbs in weight as he collects and gathers and hoards. Who is afraid of the Krew one day leaving him behind because if they finally come to their senses and realize what a stick in the mud he is, how he doesn't know everything, if his intelligence and use one day runs dry - who will he return to? The Monastery where he can once again live in isolation and silence after years of joyful laughter and Gricko's ocarina song?

Torbek who is emotional, trusting, gullible and earnest to a fault. The sweet, clumsy and hope filled person who never takes for granted the slightest bit of kindness or sliver of happiness. Who had been neglected and left in isolation for so many years of his life and hasn't ever been able to practice or learn social cues until late adulthood. Who holds people so close to his heart, even the ones that shouldn't earn that honor he holds and cherishes. Who had been treated as a tool or a thing rather than a man and who throws himself at every problem with his body and his life because he has been taught if he is not of use then he is nothing at all, that nobody wants to try and fix a thing broken beyond repair. Who is so afraid to be let go and left alone that he clings so fiercely to people who at times broke his trust and harmed him greatly, and yet he still moves with them with a forgiving heart though a bit more jaded mind. Who holds pretty much nothing on his person aside from ratty clothes and an old hobo bindle, who never had a home or sense of stability, who slept in the trash and abused his body as actively as others abused him. Who fears his friends keep him around for the use of his Witchlight and pity rather than love and comradery.

They're afraid of being alone, afraid of not being of use, afraid it's all fake and will come to an end. They struggle with emotional intelligence - Frost struggling with expression and Torbek struggling to vocalize his needs - both stumbling over words and comfort - Frost not saying anything at all, Torbek fumbling his words and sometimes making it worse. They want comfort and companionship and stability, to stay with the people they love; but to expect one day they'll lag behind. They stand up for one another and protect each other and the group with their whole hearts, they're uncles to Hootsie and best friends to Gricko. Frost is kind to Torbek in a way no others are and Torbek fascinates Frost in ways no other has before. Frost thinks Torbek's drawing of the group is sweet. He tried to catch Torbek when he was shrunk and keep him safe, he apologized to Torbek several times for being mean, he is a psychic user who can look into people's minds. Torbek looks up to Frost in many ways and speaks his praises actively, he jokes with Frost and cried just as Frost cried during the Jabberwock fight, he finds Frost uniquely kind yet firm, stoic yet supportive, he's a man with few memories and a mind like a locked door.

THEY CAN UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER IN WAYS SO UNIQUE TO THEM, A DYNAMIC ALL THEIR OWN.

[kaivenom]

I'm obsessed with your writings about the one piece DILFs, can we get the dilfs cockwarming with specifically a male reader? Reader approaches them to ask about doing it or when the guys would want to do it? Whichever you'd rather explore ✨

Male!reader cockwarming the One Piece Dilfs HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: ohhh, what i see here? A challenge? I accept... Jokes aside, i am a woman and i try to make the hcs as neutral as posible so everyone can identify themselves so this is new, i hope i do It right.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

Surprisingly is a really current activity.

He stays away from you long periods of time so when he cames back, both of you want to be close to each other... To the point of being really really close.

Now Its almost like a normal things, you miss him and get a little horny and lonely so you go to where he is, get naked and sit on his lap.

Like a clock, he understands what you want and instantly gets hard (even if he Will never admit that you have that power over him).

You sink yourself over his cock with a groan from both and stay that way all day, asking you how your days went or just listen to the silence.

Sometimes you fall asleep, other times you feel a little playful and start to move slowly... To Heat him Up, either to not get Up or tu go fuck you.

The first time It happened he started at you blankly, not really knowing where you got that idea, but when he saw the desperate look on your eyes and the bulge on your pants, he decided to indulge you.

The surprise it's that he loves It, and when he is outside on a job he just dreams about getting home to you and just spent all day with you ass on his cock.

Thatˋs your unique way to be together and spent time, sometimes ending Up on other things.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Lets be real, probably he was the one to proposed It.

But supposing that you gained the confidence to tell him about this, he Will see It as a challenge.

He Will challenge you to stay still as long as possible but that is really difficult when he is jerking you off and smacking his hips onto you form time to time.

And this situation happens a couple of times, always trying to push you out of your limits.

But one day he started to loose interest, not in the cockwarming but onto the teasing, he realised that he just liked to have you on his lap and talk about stupid things.

But he still IS a bastard so expect a smack, a thrust, or a teasing on your cock.

Sr. Crocodile

He spents too much time on the job, and you started to get needy and annoyed at his work addiction.

So, one day you went to him at work and he thought "nice, now i can rest a little, i am really tired", but when you put his hand on your pants and sat on his lap, he sighted, he understands your point but work gets him tired.

The thing he didn't expected was for you to stay still on his lap, he for sure thought that you were going to ride him, but this sensation it's not that bad.

It's the good about sex and your perfect ass but without needing to waste an energy that he doesn't have.

So now, from time to time, you get a call from his Office and you go to leave something, but you just stay there talking sweet things to him while he is burried inside you.

He simply loves It, cause he can see you and take a taste of you but still be in good shape to continue the day... But this doesn't mean that he won't go home and finish business.

Smoker

When he got ascended on his job, you started to see him really, really stressed and somehow, you came Up with that idea.

You approached him and proposed that, he turned into a tomato and say no.

But later that week, when he was on the verge of a collapse from the stress, he called you and accepted the request.

From that moment, when you sat on his lap while was laying in bed, It became his little moment of peace, plus if you give him a massage.

The view of your body on top of him and your ass pressing against his cock just makes It imposible for him to think on anything else.

It just gives him what he needs to keep going with his day and job.

It has come to the point that even on the morning, when he didn't leave to work yet, that he just wants a little session of cockwarming to start te day.

Akagami Shanks

You both Saw It at the first time on a sex tape, It was interesting in theory.

But when you tried, Shanks didn't get It and started to get a little impatient, laughing nervously while trying to thrust into you.

"I dont get It."

"It's supposed to be intimate, we are supposed to be like this to connect more." you said while locking your hips.

"i am with my dick on your ass, i can't be more connected than this." You looked at him annoyed.

"Idiot." You were about to stand Up but he stopped you with little kisses.

"Sorry, tell me something to distract." But he couldn't get distracted for much time.

It's not something that happens usually, but when you are in the mod, he tries to indulge you into this. Even when he didn't last long and end Up fucking you afterwards, he tries.

[sylusbelovedart]

Yes, Kitten ? (Sylus x MC)

Disclaimer : MC has a cat girl. I tried to picture Sylus as best as I could, sorry if it's a bit OOC.

↑ Those are the insipiration btw. I just wanted to write a soft drabble about Sylus being loved by a kitten (knowing how much cats love to hate him). I imagine Sylus would be really happy to be loved by a kitten that keeps seeking him out and being clingy towards him, though he might be a bit shocked at first. And the fact that that cat is yours just makes it better. He just wished you would act the same towards him.

TW : there is none, it's just fluff.

You've never thought of getting a cat for yourself, really. Considering your job and the amount of time it took from you, you always thought having a cat would be irresponsable.

You took a breather after fighting wanderers all day. As you laid down to rest, you heard a rustle being the bushes. On alert and pissed that another wanderer may have found you, you pointed your gun towards it, unmoving. You tried to steady your breath and focused on reacting at the right time. As it was moving closer and closer to you, you tightened the grip around your gun. You nearly pressed on the trigger but stopped right before shooting.

It wasn't a wanderer.

But a frightened kitten, meowling loudly as it made its way to you. It scratched your leg, pleading.

And for some reason, your heart ached for this sweet furrball.

You promised yourself that you won't keep it, you just wanted to help it. You took it to the vet the next morning. After a health checkup, the vet informed you that the stray kitten was in fact a girl and that she was doing well. "You just need to carefully feed her with some nutritive food and give her the antibiotics needed to reduce the infection in her wounds". And you promised yourself that no matter how much that cute kitten was clinging to you, you would bring her to a shelter where she would be taken care off. But no matter how much you tried, she kept screaming and crying, begging you to keep her. So you gave in. You grew found of her and loved her, trying to make as much time for her as possible. You couldn’t help but spoil her rotten.

And as cute and lovely she was to you, you knew her to not be very kind to strangers. She easily gets scared, and won't hesitate to hiss and scratch. None of your friends or coworkers managed to get close to her, aside from Tara who managed to pat her for a bit but your kitten never willingly let herself be carried. And they would all joke about how much she ressembles you. You often pretended to be offended and point out how nice and helpful you were to everyone. But your friends brushed it all off, "like owner, like pet" they would say.

As your kitten was nestled in your arms in front of them, Nero kept staring at her, sadness plastered on his face, sighing loudly.

"Well, be grateful to at least be around her. She doesn't like people" you said pointing your finger at him, as if to make your point across "she is picky with who she lets close".

"That's exactly what I mean" he responded deadpan and then he looked back at your kitten with grief, his shoulders slumped "but she is so cute, do you think she will come to love me one day ?" he asked pouting, thrusting out is lower lip so much it made you laugh a little.

"I do wonder which one of you she will come to love first." You asked yourself patting your kitten’s head.

---

That's why the first time you let Sylus into your appartment, you were slightly anxious. It’s not the first time Sylus came by, but it wasn't just your home now. You hoped your kitten won't be too scared of him considering his intimidating aura or pissed by his arrogance. You knew Sylus was an absolute sweetheart to animals, but you were still scared of what your kitten’s first impression of him will be. You didn't mind her not liking people in general but you still wished she would accept Sylus, or least tolerate him.

And because people kept pointing out how much you're both alike, your first encounter with Sylus kept replaying in you mind and you winced at the thought. Yeah, we might have to work on it a little.

Arriving at your front door, you explained once again to Sylus how to act in front of your kitten. "She is scared of everyone, really. Please don't take it to heart, just give her some time."

"As if I have never dealt with another fierce kitten before" he teased, his head on your shoulder "And a stubborn one at that" he continued kissing your cheek.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder lightly "you're silly" you rolled your eyes "but I'm being serious now".

Sylus looked at you, smiling "your worry too much, it can't be that bad. Should I use my own methods on her ? Would gifts help sooth her ? Or is she as merciless as her master is ?" he nudges his nose against your cheek, teasing. That man, really.

"As long as you don't scare her" you said back, whispering at his lips "I don't mind your methods" you kissed him and unlocked your door. He raised a brow at your, a challenging look on his face.

Your could hear your kitten already meowling on the other side of the door. As soon as you opened it, she rubbed herself against your leg, happy to see you back home. You immediatly crouched down to pat her and take her in you arms, entering the appartment to let Sylus come in behind you.

"I guess it’s time for some presentation" you turned to face Sylus "Sylus, this is my sweet angel" you said kissing her lightly "and sweet angel, this is my boyfriend Sylus".

Sylus stared at your cat at first, as if trying to understand its way of thinking. He then tried to approach her but she hissed back at him and growled. Unbothered by her reaction towards him and seemingly used to this kind of treatment, Sylus just huffed and crossed his arms "You spoil her too much. She has your bad attitude"

You mouth fell open, shocked "No she doesn’t. She is the sweetest. She is just picky."

"And in my book" Sylus took a higher pitch "it’s called ‘like owner, like pet’".

You blinked, your mouth agape. Did he just mock you ?

You narrowed your eyes at him "Your horse has terrible temper. My kitten is just picky. She's being careful, that’s not the same" you pointed your finger menacingly at him "beware or I am making her chase you out of my appartment"

"I am soo scared." He said slowly approaching you, a mischevious look on his eyes.

Not wanting to give in to his antics. You turn your back at him and put down your kitten on the couch. You take off your coat gesturing Sylus to do the same. As you passed by him, you approached him and yank him down to meet your eyes "don't forget you're in my territory now. And contrary to last time, I have backup."

"Your territory ? I thought we already settled that last time" you couldn't help but blush, remembering the make-out session you both had on your kitchen counter 'last time'.

"You've been warned" you tried to glare at him but you knew Sylus wouldn't be frightened by it. You pushed him back, wanting to get away from him before giving in. That man might be the death of you someday.

Trying to ignore the flush of your face and your agitated state, you went to the sink to wash your hands. After gaining some sense of composure, you tried to change the subject "Is there anything you want to eat in particular tonight ?" you asked him.

"What are you proposing ?" from the corner of your eyes you saw Sylus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring at you.

"Let me take a look" you opened the frigde, trying to act as normal and calm as possible and ignoring your loud heartbeats. His teasing always got you but seeing him so confortable in your own appartment did things to you.

"I can make some salad, if you want" you craved for something light and fresh "but not sure I have something for dessert though" you said a little bit embarrassed "I ate everything yesterday".

"I don’t mind. I’m sure we could settle for something sweet for the dessert."

You gulped dryly, almost chocking on your own spit. Yup, definitily the death of you.

As you took out the ingredients from the fridge, Sylus came next to you to wash his hand. He signed you to let him help you wash the vegetables. As you were patiently waiting for him, you heard your cat meowling loudly. Pretty scared that something might have happened or that she was angry by Sylus apparence in your kitchen, your searched for her worriedly. And as you looked for her, you saw her standing next to Sylus, looking at him with the most pleading eyes you’ve seen her make to someone. 

Sylus first look at her then at you, his eyebrows raised, a playful look on his face. Then she meowled again more loudly, rubbing herself against Sylus' leg. She never did that and certainly not to a stranger. You tried to brush it off.

"She can be quite a lot, sorry."

Sylus shook his head, laughing "it’s fine. I guess I won’t have only one kitten to take care of tonight"

If you could pretend to not be affected by his words earlier, you certainly were know. But you cat's meowls helped you keep you grounded and not embarrass yourself in front of him.

You called her out, distressed by her tantrum, hoping she would get the message. "Be nice" you grumbled softly "he is a guest". As you scolded her, Sylus crounched down to pat her. "Be careful, she could scratch you. Or bite you". For some reason you felt incredibly defensive towards each of them.

Sylus smiled at you, softened by your care for him. He presented once again his fingers to your kitten for her to sniff before she eagirly rubbed herself against his hand, purring loudly. He patted her a bit before she tried to jump into his arms, a paw against his tight and another on his torso. He quickly lifted her up as she nestled against him. You looked at the both of them dumbfounded and at a loss of words. Everything was working better than you imagined.

He looked at your with raised eyebrows, his eyes wide and surprised, his smile growing bigger. You couldn’t help but stare at him and the way he was so gentle with her. You rarely saw the happy look Sylus' had on his face right now, one of the purest sight you've seen since meeting him. But his expression quickly changed into a cocky one as he looked back at you. "I guess I won't have to work my way through her heart that much. Like owner, like pet, huh ?"

You prayed for God to have mercy on your soul, because this sight nearly made you combust. As surprised as you were, seeing them bounding really stired up something inside of you. Those two might be the death of you tonight.

"I guess she doesn’t hate you" you said lightly, shrugging off your shoulders trying to play it cool and stay focused on the task at hand. As if you weren't scared earlier that your cat might try to make Sylus her next meal.

"I’m pretty sure she adores me at this point" he said almost purring. With Sylus smart mouth and confidence back, you knew you won't hear the end of it. You looked back at both of them and it reminded you of the time you and Sylus went to feed the cats. "Do you want to feed her ?"

Sylus looked at you "whatever the kitten wants" he said as he scratched her chin. You were sure he wasn’t only talking about her. "She does deserve a reward after for being so sweet and polite after all" he walked away and searched for something in his blazer. He took out a can of food, the same brand you told him your kitten loved. "her food is right here" you said pointing at your cat food spot "you can feed her there". You absoluteley didn’t mind your cat eating in the kitchen, but your heart couldn’t stand the both of them right now. You took a good minute to compose yourself before returning to your task.

-----

"Come here, kitten" you suddenly straighten up as Sylus calls out for you, his voice soft and velvety.

You walked towards him nonchalantly, trying to come up with some sly retort. Once you arrived in the livingroom, you stopped completely in your tracks.

Sylus wasn’t actually calling out for you.

He was slouched over your kitten, his hands gently spread towards her. She didn’t even fight against his graps and just let herself be put on his laps. You felt your face turn red from embarrassment.

Sylus just used the same nickname for you to your cat, it's fine, you told yourself. You wanted to make a run from it, to escape the awkwardness that situation might bring if Sylus sees you. But as you turned around, Sylus eyes landed on you. By the look on your face, he frowned and stood up, ready to come and help you.

He nearly asked you what was wrong but Sylus was a clever man. Too clever for your own good in that situation. Seeing with the way you looked at both him and your kitten ? He quickly understood. Damn him.

"So you can come to me if I actually call out for you, kitten ?" He tapped a finger against his temple, his smirk too wide for your liking "that’s tremendous information. I'm keeping that in mind for next time."

You bite the inside of your cheek trying to hold yourself back and not embarrass yourself further. But you knew you failed miserably as your entire face was flushed red. You didn't dare to look at Sylus and just turned around.

"The intel I have on you would make rampage in the dark web. Don’t act so smooth as if you don’t have anything to hide. I pretty sure your soft spot for straight kittens would please your ennemies. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you both were good since I didn't hear from you for some time"

"Wouldn't that be a good sign ?"

"I don't know. Maybe she would have biten off that smug tongue of yours."

Sylus didn't say anything back but you knew he was ecstatic. "Well, I'm going back to the kitchen. Tell me if you need anything."

----

You felt Sylus arms wrap around you, his lips kissing the back of your head.

"You will always be my favorite kitten." he whispered into your ear.

"How come ? you know other kitten ? How many ?" you tried to sound mad but a smile spread accross your face when you felt Sylus pressing himself further against you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Not much really. One's a cute furball" your kitten meowled loudly as if she knew you two were talking about her "But... the other, this one I can't seem to get away from… and she is the one I adore" he said sweetly, turning you around to kiss you, blocking you against the kitchen counter.

"And-" you said trying to part your lips from him "you think that will-" Sylus put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss "make me-" he slipped his tongue between your lips.

After a moment he finally parted slightly from you "forgive you ?"

Sylus kisses always felt good. Gosh his lips of his were blessed and crafted by God himself but cursed and polished by some sort of demon. Something about his kisses were soft and sweet but also deeply passionate and dizzying, always making you breathless.

"How should I earn your forgiveness then, my lady ?" he asked teasingly, brushing your nose with his.

"I don't know" you bite your lips looking up at him, you wanted him to work for it "should i even consider forgiving you ?"

Sylus slightly frowned. You smiled, hugging his waist "what do you have in mind ?"

"Anything you want" he whispered against your lips.

"Shouldn't you be careful before making this kind of proposal ?"

Sylus tucked your hair behind your ear, a beautiful smile drawing on his features. "Do you plan on finally being greedy with me ? I wouldn't ask for much."

You pretended to think for a little. "And if I say I just wanted to cuddle and watch films ? Would you mind ?"

"Sounds amazing to me, sweetheart." he said kissing you once again.

Sylus never mind going by your every whims and demands. He actually loved it. As much as you loved spoiling your cat, Sylus loved spoiling his own kitten rotten. Having you asking him for things, spending time with him, leaning on him, clinging to him was more than he could ever ask for. And God knew he didn't ask for much. So he didn't mind you making a fuss or acting mad or being greedy, because nothing made him happier than seeing you finally claiming him as your own.

[curly-fry-3]

hey curly would love to see dean's daughter and uncle sammy interact!! wholesome goodness galore please!!

𖦹Bad Day𖦹

summary𖦹 Sam helps you cheer up from a bad day

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader

word count𖦹 1,066

notes𖦹 ok I totally nerded out in the last half sorry if you don't care about batman lol hope you like it

not proofread

You were having a bad day, and your uncle Sammy knew it. He knew it would be rough for you before you even woke up, Dean wasn't gonna be home in time for your “weekly shred bedrotting time”-as you liked to call it. In fact, your dad wasn't gonna be home till the next day, his hunt taking longer than expected. So, it was no surprise to Sam when you came home from school all dejected. 

When you walked through the door of the bunker you immediately put your bag down and slipped your shoes off, not caring if they were in the middle of the walkway. “Sammy” you call out searching for a response. When you're met with silence you head to the kitchen to find something sweet, what a year today has been. 

You have your head in the fridge when you hear movement behind you and turn around to find your uncle making his way into the room. “Hey sammy” you say while shutting the fridge behind you.

“Hey kid, how was school” Sam responds

You roll your eyes and huff in annoyance, “you know, the worst”

He smiles at your answer, “you know, I could think of a couple ways to make your day better”

You lean against the counter with a questioning look “What are you gonna do, cause I could really go for some pie right now” 

He smiles knowingly “Well it's not pie, but i got some cake and ice cream”

Your face lights up, “you better not be joking”

“Why would I joke about this? That would just be cruel” He asks “I also got out the DVDs, you can pick what movie we watch”

You jump up from your position against the counter in excitement “Omg girls night”

He crosses his arms and gives you a look of confusion “Girls night?”

“Shut up and accept it” Your expression shifts to a playful smirk “if it's girls night can I braid your hair”

Sam pauses for a second “what?”

“Pleeeasseeee” you beg “ it's so much easier to braid someone else's hair and yours is so soft and long” You eagerly explain

He pretends to think it over “fine” 

You clap your hands together in excitement “yay! Ok so you get the desert ready and i'll get the tv on and the hairbrush out”

He smiles fondly at your excitement then agrees to your plan with a nod. While you left to set up in the Dean cave, Sam got to work at plating your sweet treats. He also prepared some regular food cause he knew you would want something savory after. He was glad you were so excited and that he was able to lift your mood, that's the whole reason he planned this. Sam didn't want you to have such a bad week, he could tell that Dean's absence was taking its toll on you–usually you two were attached at the hip.  

When he walked into the Dean cave, balancing multiple plates in his arms, You were waiting for him with the TV already on. He hands you your cake, setting aside your dinner, and sits on the couch next to you, looking up at the TV. “Lego Batman?” He asks with a smile

You look at him with a fake hurt expression “it is a cinematic masterpiece. Also I'm literally batman.”

He chuckles lightly “you literally aren't”

“Oh really, you can test me on this, im literally him” You say while picking up your spoon to dig into your cake

He puts his hands up in defence “ wow you want me to test you ok….ummm…name five robins”

You roll your eyes “that's easy; Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Stephenie, and Duke. Boom that's more than five, it's all of them” you finish with triumphantly taking a bite

He smiles smugly “your forgot one”

You look at him confused “no I didn't” you say with a stuffed mouth.

“Bruce's clone” He corrects

You swallow your food “That totally doesn't count”

Sam shakes his head in disagreement “oh, it totally does”

You roll your eyes and start the movie, accepting that you won't win this one. He lightly smiles at your defeat and turns to watch the movie. Before you both could lock in to the TV you turn back to sam and say “you're a nerd, and i'm still batman”

He turns to you and smiles “ok”

After that you both were silent throughout the film. When you were done with your dessert you had moved on to the dinner Sam had brought, claiming that the cake was too sweet,  just as he suspected you would. When you were done eating you had cuddled closer to Sam on the couch for the remainder of the movie, your knees to your chest and your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around the back of the couch.

After the movie You decided it was time to do sams hair. You forced him to sit on the ground in front of the couch as you got to work, sitting on the firm cousins behind him. “Thanks for this sammy” You say while separating his hair into sections.

He tries to look back at you to respond but you force his head forward so you can continue working on his hair. “For what?” He asks.

“I know you planned this night for me cause Dad isn't here, it's really sweet and I really liked it so, thanks” You answer

“Of course kid…You know, I really liked it two–even though lego batman isn't comic accurate” He teases

You sigh and continue to work on his hair, “ok that gets me a little frustrated too but the humor and homoerratic relationship between the joker and batman makeup for that”

You can feel him roll his eyes as he responds “whatever you say”

The night ends with you and Sam asleep on the couch, his hair braided, the TV left on, And dirty dishes left out. When Dean comes home the next morning and finds the state that you two are in he takes a couple (dozen) photos before waking you up and leading you back to your bed. Dean was sad he wasn't able to see you yesterday but if it meant that he would find you and Sam cuddled up like that, he would be ok doing it again.

sorry if there are any typos

@areswasneverhere

[miyaz6ki]

If it's alright, may I ask for ZZZ Anton, Von Lycaon, and Billy Kid with a rather renowned g/n patissier s/o? Someone is known for having creative dessert concepts, and enjoys presenting it to them to try (Even though Billy cannot Eat.) Thank you very much! :]]

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𝜗𝜚 synopsis. tasty treats, and its all for him! what? what do you mean you have a business to run?!

𝜗𝜚 pairings. anton, billy kid, & lycaon x gn!reader (seperately)

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. firm believer that these three + wise have sweet teeth (or tooths idk) ALSO SORRY FOR LATE REPLY WHEN I RECEIVED THIS REQ I GOT WRITER'S BLOCKKK

anton who wants to be your taste tester, bad and good treats because anything from you is a gift (even when he's throwing up at the toilet)

jokes aside, but anton definitely would love anything you gave him, especially with all the silly little candy on top of the cake, or the tasty frosting you let him try as he watched you from behind while you decorated a cake for a rich couple's anniversary

anton is very enthusiastic about trying your decorations. oh? they're plastic? *choking*

he's a real sweetheart for everything you make. please give him a slice or two after work is over, he'd really like that. or even just a simple treat.

whenever people come over to the shop while he's there, he's definitely flexing about how your his s/o. get him a shirt with those exact words while he's at it.

anton appreciates you so much. keep feeding him till you're both old and wrinkly :p

billy who loves your cooking. he compliments it, even when you know he can't try them

but i know that billy is someone who loves acts of service & physical touch. you know he can't feel them but you do it anyway. that's sweeter than any cake you've made.

billy falls in love all over again each time you give him hugs from behind, even when he jumps in surprise. you know what will fix it? a cupcake! come on come on! give it here!

he treasures everything you give him, ranging from small treats you let him model for (for advertisement), or the huge cakes he wishes he could taste. billy loves them either way

even if billy can't feel your touch, or experience the chance to eat your delicious pastries.. he really appreciates the thought you put into it, even on his birthdays, you bake him silly little pastries and cakes.

billy will praise your work a lot, he knows how much time, and passion you put into each piece, and knows it'll make whoever eats it happy. that's enough for him to ponder on what it could taste like.

lycaon is willing to help you advertise, he knows everyone will love a tasty pastry with a side of fluff

definitely very good at recommending you to others (him n his connections through victoria housekeeping >_o).

lycaon who loves every flavor you let him try, always asking him if its good or not, even when you know he'll say it's the best.. because it comes from you

lycaon who'll eat even your burnt, or ruined pastries (as long as edible) to make you feel better. stands his ground on him willing to taste anything you make, because nothing else can match the passion you put into your pastries

looks at you so lovingly from behind while you work hard to come up with something unique for next week's special. lycaon will help you come up with names for them if you'd really like, he knows a thing or two that would catch people's eye.

lycaon knows you overwork yourself sometimes, finding you asleep, face beside your newest treat. carries you bridal style to your room- the one you share with him. planting a peck on your forehead.

lycaon praises you for your passion, but is concerned you'll put it over your health one day. a day where he isn't there. very adamant on not letting you work past 5 hours on weekends

lycaon who's really caring for you, n loves you so much !!!!

THIS WAS SO CUTE I SHOULDVE DONE IT EARLIER11!!!

[lustfulslxt]

hi yk that one vid of matt where its like boston matt and hes scratching his arm with his phone in his hand... can you make a fic where matt and y/n fuck in the bedroom and then they walk out into the kitchen and they start cooking dinner or something and have y/n make the video

Wind Down - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : nsfw

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After a long week of seemingly never-ending work, I am finally able to make my way to my boyfriend's house. He's who I always run to when I have a rough day, so after the treacherous week I had, he's exactly what I need. Since we're both free this weekend, he invited me over for a little relaxing slumber party.

We both just finished school, and since summer started, we have been so busy with working and trying to stack money before moving forward with our careers. Saying that, the last couple of months have been exhausting, neither of us really having a well-deserved and much needed break. So, when he texted me and told me to come over, and that he's got snacks and movies for us, I was beyond ecstatic.

Within ten minutes of leaving my house, I'm pulling up to his. I park beside their minivan and grab my overnight bag, quickly making my way through the back, towards the backdoor. Before I can even open it, it's opened for me, revealing Matthew.

"Hi, princess." He smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him for a kiss.

"Hey, baby." I smile, planting another sweet kiss on his lips.

"Ugh." He groans, pulling me into his arms, squeezing me. "I've missed you."

"I know." I whine, enjoying his warm embrace. "Everything's been so chaotic. I was thrilled when I got your text."

He grabs my bag and ushers me upstairs, following close behind me. "Of course. I knew we both have this weekend off and I just want to spend it with you."

Once we get to the kitchen, I interlock our hands and place my head on his shoulder. He's always been the best boyfriend, and I'm so thankful for him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, with our hands still connected, and walks us to his bedroom. There, on the bed, are all of our favorite snacks and drinks.

I turn to him with a huge grin, "You're seriously the best. What would I do without you?"

"Simply cease to exist." He jokes, earning a playful shove from me.

We both giggle, me skipping to the bed while he sets my bag aside and gets his TV ready to play a movie. I gather all the snacks up and push them aside, making room for both of us to cuddle.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, joining me on the bed.

I shrug, "Eh, not really. But if you are, we can eat something real quick."

"No, I'm all good. I was just making sure." He replies, getting under the covers with me.

He lies on his back, me curled up at his side with one of my thighs wrapped around him. I place my head on his chest, and watch him flicker through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch. His scent fills my nostrils, making me feel all warm and giddy inside. He always smells so good. I slip my left hand under his shirt, resting it on his abdomen, rubbing soft circles just how he likes.

"God, I've missed you." He mutters, kissing the top of my head and pulling me closer to him.

He sets the remote down on his nightstand table and turns to face me. Closing his eyes, he pulls me flush against him and buries his head in the crook of my neck.

"No movie?" I question, closing my eyes and indulging in the warmth he's providing.

"Not unless you really want to watch something." He says, his eyes fluttering down at me. "I just wanna lay here with you."

I smile and place a kiss on his lips, burying my face in his chest. "That's completely fine by me."

He grins, snuggling impossibly closer to me, both of us finding solace in one another. His hand sneaks up my shirt and rubs my back up and down, the heat of his hand causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and hike my leg up higher, desperate to be as close as possible. Time like these, I just want to live in his skin.

"I love you, Matty." I whisper against his cheek, the side of my face now against his.

"I love you more, pretty girl." He responds, planting his lips on mine.

It was a soft, but meaningful, kiss. His lips always move so tenderly against mine, both of us savoring the feeling it never fails to bring. We pull away, cheeky smiles adorning both of our mouths, before going back in. Our lips blend perfectly, moving together in a delicate and loving manner. My hands tangle in his hair, massaging his scalp the way I know he loves.

He pulls away and looks me in the eyes, quickly putting our mouths back together more desperately than before. His hands continue to roam along my back, my shirt riding up the higher he goes. One of his hands reaches the back of my neck, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues glide over each other with ease before he's exploring my whole mouth with his. After a moment, he pulls away, tugging my bottom lip in the process. It didn't take long for the heat to grow in my core, suddenly needing him in another way rather than just cuddles.

"You're so perfect, baby." He groans against my lips, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Matt." I breathe in a slightly whiny voice.

His eyes stare into mine, and I know he can read it all over my face. I need him so bad. He gently flips me onto my back, hovering over me and putting our lips together again. His hands slip up my shirt once more, softly gripping my waist and caressing my curves. It only takes him a second to decide to remove my shirt altogether. I slightly lean forward, assisting him in removing the piece of clothing. The moment my shirt hits the floor, his is also on the way down.

I pull him back down to me, our lips meeting in a feverish and heated kiss. My hands run up his bare torso, feeling the definition of his body beneath my fingertips. He turns my head to the side a bit, his lips trailing down my cheek and to my neck. He flicks his tongue along the sensitive skin, latching his lips around it. Nibbling and sucking all over, leaving me needy and breathless. He continues working his mouth lower, now peppering open mouthed kissed along my shoulder and collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

His hands never leave my body once, him straddling one of my legs with his knee pressed directly into my core. The small gesture is enough to have me clenching around nothing, excited to be filled. I can feel his dick growing, the bulge pressing against my inner thigh. I loop my fingers in the waistband of his pants, attempting to tug them down. He reluctantly pulls away from me, leaning back to remove the rest of his clothing. I do the same, both of us tossing them aside with our shirts.

The sight of his erect dick, his tip red and secreting the slightest dribble of precum had my mouth watering. His hands engulf my breasts, kneading them as his mouth takes turn sucking each nipple. The way his hands and mouth work against my skin, and the feeling of his dick brushing against my clit, has me softly moaning beneath him.

"Please, Matt." I moan out, slightly lifting my hips to grind against him.

"I know, baby, I know." He assures, pulling back.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking up and down, closing his eyes at the sensation. He leans forward, sliding his member in between my slick folds, coating it with my arousal. He aligns himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in just enough for his tip to be buried in me, before he's pulling back out.

"Don't tease." I whine, my hands clenching the sheets beneath us.

He slightly chuckles, pushing back in, this time all the way. I gasp, feeling the hard muscle deep inside me as he bottoms out. He stills, letting both of us adjust, his teeth biting on his bottom lip from the pleasure. After just a moment, he begins pumping in and out of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my back arching off the bed. His strokes are slow, but hard, my boobs shaking with every movement.

He reaches forward, gripping plush skin on my chest, pinching the sensitive buds. Soft moans emit from my mouth left and right, my face turning to the side from the overwhelming pleasure. He grasps my jaw, turning my face back to him. He gazes down at me, studying my features, his thrusts gaining power, but keeping the slow pace.

"Always look so fucking pretty under me like this." He groans out, his hair dangling in front of his face.

"Mm, you fuck me so good, baby." I moan out, my nails digging into his bare back.

He smashes his lips onto mine, his hand still gripping my jaw as he fucks into me. He kisses me so deeply that it leaves me breathless. I'm on cloud nine. I can feel every vein that runs along his cock as he slowly pumps his member in and out of me, hitting my g-spot over and over again. The lewd sounds of my arousal and our skin slapping rings through the air, making this moment all the more delicious.

"Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me. So tight and wet." He moans, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier. "Whose is it?"

I can't comprehend anything, my mind hazy with pleasure. Pornographic moans fall from my mouth, repeatedly. I can feel my orgasm sneaking up on me, causing me to clench around his dick.

"I asked you a question." He growls, his hand on my jaw turning me to look at him. "Whose pussy is this?"

"F-fuck." I whine out, "Yours. It's yours, Matt. All yours."

"Oh fuck-" He moans into my neck, his breath heavy. "You're goddamn right it is. All mine."

His thrusts speed up, him chasing our highs. My thighs clench around his waist and I can feel him throbbing inside of me. His tongue dances along the sweaty skin of my neck, teasing the sensitive bit. His panting and moaning in my ear, along with his deep strokes, push me over the edge. My legs begin to tremble, my head thrown back, nails digging into his back muscles. With a loud moan, I'm releasing onto his cock.

"Such a good girl, baby." He moans, his thrusts now completely abandoning their previous rhythm.

With just a few more pumps, his hips are sputtering and he's emptying his seed into me with a loud groan. He continues slowly fucking into me, riding both of our highs out, before he comes to a halt. He gently pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me. Both of us have erratic breaths, our cheeks flushed a rosy, pink color. Our skin is slick with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead, mine stuck to my neck.

"That was, wow." He pants.

"Matt." I breathe, causing him to look over at me. "I'm hungry now."

He bursts into laughter, making me join him. He leans over and places a sweet kiss on my cheek before getting up, grabbing my hand and helping me to stand.

"Let's get dressed. We can make something to eat, then shower and actually watch a movie this time." He suggests.

I nod in agreement, quickly dressing myself as he does the same. Combing my hair out with my fingers, I follow him out into the kitchen. He rounds the counter and opens the fridge, browsing for something to eat.

"Hey, do you wanna make a pizza?" He asks, looking back at me with raised eyebrows.

"Ooo, yes!" I cheese, "I'm just gonna go pee real quick. Get everything out and we can start when I get back."

He nods and does so as I make my way to the bathroom. I quickly go pee and wash my hands, heading back out to start out food. On the counter lays a baking sheet and a Totino's frozen pizza. I laugh upon seeing it.

"I figured we could just make this, since it's late and I know we're both tired. But if you don't want to, we can make a homemade one. It's up to you, princess."

I smile at him, "This is perfectly fine."

He smiles back and goes to preheat the oven. I take the frozen pizza out of the wrapper and place it on the baking sheet, then sit down on one of the bar stools while waiting for the oven to reach temperature. Matt comes and sits beside me, pulling his phone out to keep him occupied.

He looks so cute and so handsome. His hair falling over his face so delicately, his lips so pretty and pink. I pull my phone out, opening snapchat and start recording him. He doesn't have to do much of anything at all to make my heart flutter. He reaches back and scratches his back, suddenly catching my eye and seeing me record him. He flashes me a smile as I grin at him.

"You're so handsome, baby." I tell him, ending the video.

"Thank you, princess." He says, pecking my lips.

Once the oven preheats, we place the pizza in and set a timer for when it should be done. After it finishes, we run to his room with a plate and get in bed, eager to eat and watch a movie. This is exactly what I needed after the week I had. Matthew never fails to make me forget about everything else, instead, showing me a good time and making loving memories that I'll cherish forever.

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a/n : hii, this was kinda just short and sweet! i hope it was still enjoyable! and sooo sorry for the wait, still tryna get back into my grove :))) love uuu x

[aviradasa]

Hii!, can add this to the Aaravos introduces you to his daughter Ark.

I request a plantonic reader and leola fluff. Like Aaravos goes out for the day and so it leads to a leola and reader day, and at the end of the day, when Aaravos gets home, it's just them in a pillow fort cuddling🥺💖💗

YESSSSS this is really short but sweet. I hope you enjoy it! PS THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD

Mom and Leola day!

Aaravos x Mom!reader

@delusional-mushroom @imsimping4life @josmarney23

When Aaravos left early in the morning, you really had no idea what to do to keep leola entertained.

You were still new to this

Then you had an idea.

It was a Rainey day, and you and leola shared a love for it, so once she was awake and ready for the day, you guys went outside

You both ran barefoot through the wet grassy fields playing together.

Jumping in puddles, using magic to splash each other with the rain, dancing.

You both had a lot of fun out there. But then the thunder and lightning came so you both decided to head inside.

Once you got in and got dried off you started to make some food

Leola was very invested and wanted to help you, so you let her stir the food and helped her plate it.

You both had a good laugh talking about odd things over the meal. Leola was also having a lot of fun joking about her father's cooking.

He's a dork, but that's ok.

After eating, leola practically dragged you to her toys, and while you both were playing, she mentioned that she was sad her favorite doll didn't have a doll friend

Which gave you another brilliant idea.

You told her to wait right there and ran to grab a small sewing kit Aaravos had

Yeah, you knew it was for magic stuff, but who cares

The doll probably won't be cursed?

Right?

You grabbed some fabric, and you sat with leola and carefully stitched together a small little doll friend for her other one just to her liking.

It's was a cute little guy made out of maroon fabric and stuffed with hay with one button and one purple crystal for eyes, and it had a small smile.

Yes, its head was a little too big for it's body but leola didn't mind.

After it was done she immediately grabbed it and started floating around the room while you chuckled.

You were just delighted she was so happy.

After a while of introducing the dolls to each other and playing with them, it started to get late, and leola was begging you to make a fort.

And how could you say no to that.

So you stayed up past her bedtime, building a fort from pillows and blankets.

And as you both got settled inside with a book of leolas choice, she cuddled up to your side, hugging her new doll as you began to read.

When Aaravos got home about an hour later, he thought it was odd he couldn't find you both anywhere. But before he could start to worry, he saw the cracked door leading to leolas room with an odd glow coming from it.

He peaked in seeing the structure you both had built and chuckled a bit as he walked in, pulling aside the blanket you had turned into a door to reveal leola and you asleep an open book on your lap and leola curled up on your side cuddling her doll

which was the source of the glowing. He chuckled a bit once more, realizing what fabric you made it out of. It was going to be used in a dream spell, but he sees you found better use for it.

Aaravos stood their for a moment with a smile on his face before closing the fort back up and heading out into his own room.

Making sure that he never forgets the memory of the most important people in his life in such an adorable moment.

[kerink]

okay, i finished the book of bill and i wasn't going to make this post because i was sure someone already had, but i was asked to make it anyway so here we go. my compilation of the billford content:

SONGS

three songs have been identified in relation to bill and ford:

the first is "we'll meet again" by vera lynn, which is about the singer wishing well to the listener before they travel, and promising to return home to them soon. this song comes up twice, first when bill sang it to ford in the fearamid and then again at the start of the book of bill, where ford says he still gets it stuck in his head upon waking up, giving the impression they both are singing it to each other at different points.

the second is a 1960s song by james and bobby; when you search this, the first song that comes up is "i'm your puppet." the meaning of this song is really straightforward, especially within the context of these two, but you can read this if you'd like. i believe this is the song ford is whistling in his dream before he's confronted by bill's previous victims. during this scene, he's sitting in a birch tree clearing (the tree commonly associated with bill) and sketching a yellow meadowlark.

as an aside, something interesting about the meadowlark is that its chest marking has a very peculiar resemblance...

the third is "sweet dreams (are made of this)" by the eurythmics. after bill tries for days if not weeks to talk to ford about the portal, bill resorts to violence and spends the night abusing ford's body and reputation. when ford wakes up, this is the song bill left playing for him.

as an aside, i think it's interesting that the first draft of the song was played on a black and yellow synthesizer.

HOW TO TRICK EVERYONE INTO LOVING YOU

there is an entire section in the book dedicated to bill outlining his dating tips. of the 8 tips bill gives, he uses 3 of them on ford. EDIT: he uses 5 of them

the first is "the love cage," which pretty much ver batum outlines what happened in the fearamid during weirdmageddon.

the second is "vulnerability," where bill advises you tell your date 1) how no one can relate to you and 2) that you have a tragic back story, both of which he does in one fell swoop.

as an aside, this is a fun chance to peek at bill being an unreliable narrator in some kind of mobius double bluff. when you read these two sections back to back, it appears bill is lying to ford to gain his trust, especially if you also just watched the previous video. however, earlier in the book, it's implied that the genocide of his dimension was traumatic and something he wishes he could undo, and later in the book, after ford leaves him, bill gets drunk and attempts to call his mother, sobbing. this gives the impression that bill was indeed being vulnerable with ford here but doesn't want us, the reader, to know it.

the third is "good ol'-fashioned valentines," where bill provides some cheap and easy gift-giving advice. he then follows this advice for ford's birthday.

as an aside, i think it's funny bill brings up cats here. who belongs to whom, william?

BREAKUP

them both accusing each other of cheating:

a callback to stan's season 1 joke: "my ex-wife still misses me, but her aim is getting better:"

this amazing lower back tattoo bill made him get:

bill totally being fine and normal and great after ford leaves him for good. in fact, he's doing so well that he got drunk and took himself to dinner to celebrate. he's not upset. he's not upset.

and let's not forget mabel calling it like it is, as always:

MISC

and finally, here are some various tidbits i just enjoyed:

ford's a cipherholic attracted to things that hurt him lmfao

can you just give him a normal compliment jesus

the tattoo reads "if lost return to bill"

also the "the rats were his idea? i get it now." get what baby hm? hm? hm? implying we WERE supposed to "get" something from it

fated i guess

not tonight dear i have a headache

in conclusion, i definitely think bill is more in love with obsessed with ford than ford is with bill at this point. probably because ford's had a third of his life to come to terms with their partnership, while 30 years to an immortal being is imperceptible. given what we saw with "the love cage" and with how bill tells ford it's not too late to join the henchmaniacs during weirdmageddon, he's probably still trying to get ford back. in his own insane, demonic way.

as an aside, i do think it's interesting that the end of the book implies bill blames stan for turning ford away from him. especially since what he cites is what happens at the end of the show, implying bill thought he still had a chance during weirdmageddon

anyway, thanks for reading! if i missed anything, please let me know!