#pan!c pop

[akkivee]

not all characters got a magical girl transformation scene in rhyme anima but here’s to hoping that all of nagosaka will get a magical girl transformation scene

[deadghosy]

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐮!𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐎𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟑

[part 1] [part 2]

It’s shown a sunny day, birds are chirping, Tom sipping his daily coffee before hell breaks out. Apparently for this episode, the team will have two new recruits apparently. Y/N slides into the scene wrapping her arm around the tall riddle.

“Heyyy boss….” Y/N says with her usual smile. Tom shrugs off her arm and glances at her with slight irritation. “What do you want now Miss L/N?” Y/N awkwardly stood there and opened her mouth. “So I—" “no you won’t get a bonus.” Tom says interrupting her. Y/N dropped her jaw in disbelief and then pouts. “HEY! I wasn’t gonna ask that dick— *ahem* I mean Mr.Riddle…I heard we were getting new interns?”

Tom nods, sitting his mug down. Turning towards the female who is shorter than him, he leans down and looks directly into her eyes. Y/N gulps, backing up a little with heated cheeks.

“They should be coming soon…” Tom says, he then leaves a slight flustered [h/c] female in the break room who started to look behind her. “Damn….why the cold ones always hot.” She says groaning and leaving the break room.

The next frame shows a shiny black car pulls up to the parking lot. A blond male exits out first, and then another one comes out with brunette hair.

The next scene shows two neat men, one with blonde hair and one with brown hair. The blonde man has starry eyes and moles while the other has freckles scattered on his face and dark brown eyes. They stood in front of the camera to introduce themself.

“Hello I’m Ominis Gaunt, and I’m blind.” Ominis says, twirling his cane on his flat palm. The brunette male smirked looking at the camera.

“And im Sebastian Sallow, I’m not blind.” The camera cuts off as Ominis smacks the back of Sebastian’s head.

The scene shows Y/N holding a stapler as Lorenzo holds her back from throwing it at a certain brown haired male who flipped her off. He was also getting held back by his friend Theodore. Most of the cast was watching as Tom and Draco just stood there tired of this bullshit. Pansy was yelling “fight! Fight! Fight!” As Blaise just recorded it all.

Ominis and Sebastian terribly walked into the mist of a heated rivalry. Y/N thrown the stapler, aiming to hit Mattheo. Only for Ominis to block the way towards the Riddle brother. Sebastian quickly moved out of the way.

Ominis dodges the stapler thrown at him. Silence airs out the room as the camera pans from the blonde male and the others. Ominis’s quick reflex makes the rest of the crew drop their jaw except for Sebastian who was munching on peanuts.

“He’s blind.” Sebastian says bluntly. The rest of you look in disbelief at the brunette who shrugged and walked off frame.

Next scene shows you are talking to Sebastian as mattheo sips his mug slowly. Theodore stands by his friend with a raised brow. “You jealous mate?” Mattheo chokes on his drink, wiping the remaining liquid off his lips and sitting the cup down. “Are you crazy?! Me? Jealous of that punk?” Theodore nodded, “uh, yeah?” Mattheo glared at his dear friend. The camera focuses on you putting your hand on Sebastian’s arm. Mattheo immediately snapped his head at you two.

“….okay maybe I am.” He says, his hand clinching. Theodore looks at the camera, breaking the fourth wall as he looks at the reader reading this.

The scene shows Theodore alone as he stands in front of the camera, “okay is it bad I think mattheo and Sebastian are the same but different??” You then come out of nowhere, popping behind Theodore who flinched from your existence. “Yeah! Mattheo is street smart and Sebastian is like book smart.” You said smiling.

“…where did you even come from??” The tall Slytherin questioned you while you just smiled. “I came from my mom. Duhhhh.” Theodore rolled his eyes. “Alright then.”

“But yeah, it’s like that saying of same person, different fonts.” Theodore says calling it out as the camera turns to look at Mattheo who is eyeing you from the corner with Sebastian.

Theodore grabs the camera, making it face him again. “He’s an idiot for this little "I hate y/n act. When clearly he loves hers it’s pathetic….” The camera then cuts off to mattheo grabbing you from the other brunette who raised a brow and smirked.

A/N: hey! I did this on my own time and was bored. So let me know if you want more parts or want this in a series! Love ya, and don’t be a stranger <3

[ilyoomi]

kageyama x gn! reader

“good evening folks, tonight we’ll have the most anticipated match in pool C. japan vs argentina!”

the crowd cheered loudly as the cameras panned to the players in the olympic court. the sports commentator was giving a shoutout to each of the players from the argentina team and paid special attention to the famous setter.

“-and over here, we have team japan.” the crowd went wild as the cameras showed the players. “I don’t know about you, but I have eyes for player kageyama, who represented Japan last season as well. oh, but I don’t see him?”

the camera was looking for him, as the commentator tried to stall time. “I heard he got married earlier this year.” one of the commentators stated. “ah yes, the wedding of the year. held so beautifully at the infamous lake como.”

“he took everyone by surprise with the sudden announcement. the whole nation was rooting for him after the splendid performance in the last olympics. I wonder how much better he has become over the years.”

“oh, there he is.” the commentator said as the camera finally zoomed into him standing by the stands. “oh, he seems to be calling for someone and would you look at that? he’s not alone.” one of them commented.

tobio waved to you from below the stands and motioned for you to come to him. your eyes rounded as you were just as surprised, he had never called you like this especially not publicly with this much eyes on him.

nervous, you marched down the small step of stairs and you were clueless why he handed you a tape.

all the while you dated him, tobio was the type to have a specific care for his hands, and he was meticulous enough to do it on his own. he would cut his fingernails, shape them, and even tape them all on his own.

the only one thing he allowed you to do to his hands was massage them. you looked at him with a question in mind.

“tape them for me, please.” he said so sweetly. you felt your cheeks heat up at the small request. you’ve seen him do it numerous times, but you’ve never asked to do it yourself. though you admit, you were curious to try it once.

tobio only taped two of his fingers, and he would leave the fingertips bare. you smiled, taking the tape from him and wrapped it around his two pinky fingers. both of you were quiet the whole time, but you couldn’t hide your hands from shaking.

you were nervous to watch the match, and you were nervous with all the eyes on both of you.

“there, is this okay?” you asked, facing up to look at him. he wasn’t even looking at his fingers, his eyes were solely focused on you. his smitten look made your heart race. “yeah, it’s nice.” he gave you a small smile.

he didn’t let go of your hands though. “good luck with your game, don’t injure yourself.” you smiled, squeezing his hands.

tobio took both of your hands to his lips and gave them a kiss, the gesture melted you. “make sure you look at me.” he stated before kissing your ring finger and touched the ring hung around his neck before putting it in his shirt.

he gave you one last look before marching back to his team, leaving you there with butterflies loose in your stomach.

“ah, how fun is it to be young and in love.” the commentator stated as the whole crowd cheered in agreement.

“let the games begin!”

jpn vs arg yesterday was so fun to watch! im still not over the miya twins move that japan pulled 😭

ishikawa my love

this scene just popped into my head bcs im so down bad for japan’s captain, but dont forget to support them on 3rd august! (welp, that was traumatising)

[milkbobatyun]

our final night

pairing: geto x gn!reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: no one promised tomorrow would come without a mishap, so he came to you, to love you and be next to you, even if it was just for one final night

word count: 551

C O N T E N T W A R N I N G : mentions of alcohol, jjk spoilers

a/n: geto is my fav jjk character frfr :( he needed a happy ending. gege must now pay for my therapy cus wtf was that whole thing (◞‸◟；)

ever since that incident, geto suguru had been secluding himself from everyone else. the last person to have ever seen him was gojo. he was kind enough to send you a final text message.

‘let’s break up.’

so the last thing you expected was to see him in the middle of the night, at your doorstep.

the thump of knocking against your door had aroused your attention. despite it being the ungodly hour of 2 in the morning, you found yourself unable to sleep, instead sitting with a warm mug of hot chocolate, a sappy rom com playing on the tv, while you drew sketches in your book.

cautiously, you peered through the peep-hole, hoping it wasn’t some mass murderer who had decided you were their next target. instead, there stood geto, hair dishevelled and escaping his usual hairstyle.

without hesitation, you threw open the door, ushering him inside before someone saw. seeing his condition, your heart wrenched painfully. he had dark shadows haunting the bottom of his eyes, the smell of alcohol clinging to him.

geto stumbled into your house, large form slumping over your shoulder as you nearly buckled under his weight.

“i told myself i wouldn’t come back,” he mumbled into your shoulder, words slurring with the effect of the alcohol. “but i didn’t know where else to go, i had no one else to turn to.”

you were silent, lending an ear to his inner-most thoughts, allowing him to spill all the emotions he had been building up inside. he righted himself with an effort, gently cupping your face with his larger hands.

“it was stupid of me,” geto sighed, eyes downcast with sadness. “i know i told you that i wanted to break up but…” he broke off with a sigh.

tears glistened in his eyes as his stare bore into yours. “you’re too important to me. i love you so much, but when you’re with me, i’ll only drag you down.”

the sorrow lingered in the air, like the remenents of a burning stick of incense. that was the last thing geto remembered saying before sleep invaded his senses, leaving you to settle this late night visitor into suitable accommodations.

when he awoke, the sunlight was streaming through the curtains, warming his face. he was covered in a fluffy orange blanket, a pattern of chibi black cats adorned with witch hats dancing across the fabric.

a past conversation whispered into his ear as he stared holes into the blanket.

the cats, they look like you, dangerously adorable, you had teased, a delighted smile on your face. geto’s was adorned with a put-out pout, arms crossed against his chest as he dramatically huffed his offence at your comment. that night, it had taken you many kisses and whispered apologies as you tried to win back his favour. needless to say, it didn’t take long before your teddy bear of a boyfriend relented into your pleas.

geto was shaken from his thoughts by the loud pop and sizzle of food frying in a pan. the enticing scent of pancakes wafted from the kitchen, accompanied by the soft melody of your cheerful humming.

maybe, just for one day, he could pretend that everything was just fine.

when it comes time to say goodbye, maybe he could die with a smile.

taglist (open): @yeonjunsfox

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobayun 2024 / づ ♡

[annievrse]

apron makeover

sanji x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sanji's apron looked a little plain... w/c: 0.9k c/w: a little bit suggestive (it's literally sanji), reader referred to as 'my lady'.

"Is it to your liking, my love?"

Humming, you nod. "It's perfect. Thank you, baby."

Sanji's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson as he turns back to the sink, scrubbing at a pan. The galley is empty, with the rest of the crew on the deck celebrating another successful fight. The Sunny breaks through waves slower than usual, and the constant threat from the world is a distant thought for the night.

The only sounds are the ding of the spoon in your hand on the ceramic plate, the slosh of the water in the sink, and the faraway laughter of your friends.

The delicate sweetness of the dessert your boyfriend prepared you fills your body with a warmness only he can elicit. You're content, and with that comes the overwhelming appreciation you have for your cook.

"I love you," You say, the words tumbling from your lips as you stare at his back. Sanji glances over his shoulder, his cheeks pink and mouth pulled into a wide grin.

"I love you more, my darling."

Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly at him. Sanji chuckles lightly and places the clean pan on the side of the sink. He turns to face you and leans against the counter.

As you lick your spoon clean, an idea pops into your head. The apron he wears looks a little plain with its all-white material, and although Sanji thinks it exudes professionalism, you think differently.

Giggling, you slide from the bar stool and rush to the storage cupboard. Sanji calls your name as you rummage through the stuff, but when you find what you're looking for, you slam the door shut and lunge for the plain apron the cook wears.

"What are you doing?" Sanji mutters, his voice light and airy at how close you are. Your gaze is wide with excitement, and Sanji would be lying if he said it didn't excite him, too (not that he ever lied about such things when it comes to you).

With a pot of black paint and a small paintbrush from Usopp's stash, you decide against taking the apron directly from his body, and sit on a dining chair. "Come here."

Sanji raises an eyebrow but complies, standing between your thighs.

He'd let you do anything to him.

Dipping the paintbrush into the paint, you lean up slightly to start the lettering at the top of the apron. And when the first line of paint contacts the material, Sanji throws all previous opinions on professionalism out of his mind.

Paint whatever you want, he thinks, I'm your canvas.

"Hold still," You mumble, splaying your free hand on his stomach to flatten the fabric of his apron. The cook freezes, his body tingling everywhere you touch him over his clothes.

"I-I don't think we should do this in the galley—"

"Sanji," You giggle, pausing your painting to look up at him. The lovesick expression on his face makes your heart melt. "I'm just writing something, okay? It is of utmost importance that this be done right here and now."

Your boyfriend nods, fists balling at his sides. He's trying his best not to distract you from your very important work, but how your eyebrows furrow and the tip of your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth has his chest hurting with restraint.

The paintbrush moves from the top of the garment to the middle and then lower. Your hand moves across his torso and down to his hip bone, the words taking up more space than you anticipated.

Sanji is so very clearly struggling with his sharp inhales and jerking abdomen, and you decide you've tortured him enough.

"Baby—"

"Done!" You say, leaning back to admire your work. "You look so hot."

Sanji splutters, his eyes turning into literal hearts at your words. "I would never disagree with a lady, my love, but I'd say that you—"

"Sanji," You smile, standing from the chair. Your hands find his clammy ones, and you tug him to the window. His reflection stares back at him, and a laugh tumbles from his lips, his ears turning a concerning shade of red.

Mr. Good Lookin' is Cookin'

You brush his hair from his eyes and kiss his cheek. "It's perfect, don't you think?"

Sanji opens his mouth to answer when the door slams into the wall.

"Oh, please," Comes Zoro's voice from the doorway. He has a disgusted, pained expression on his face that makes you giggle. "What curse has he put on you?"

You laugh, and Sanji sighs, turning toward the swordsman. "Just admit you're jealous and walk away, mosshead."

Rolling his eyes, Zoro stalks into the kitchen and pokes through the cupboard for a beer. He shrugs at its warm temperature and cracks it open. "Would love a cold one."

Sanji's eyes narrow. "And I would love it if you pissed off."

Before he leaves, Zoro looks the cook up and down and shakes his head disapprovingly.

Smiling, you grab your boyfriend's hand as he lunges. "Goodnight, Zoro."

The swordsman throws his hand up as he exits, the door swinging closed behind him.

Sanji scoffs and turns back to you, his gaze immediately melting at the sight of you. His hands grip your waist firmly. "What do you say we head to the back of the ship? I've heard it's pretty empty this time of night."

Tilting your head, you circle your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. "I'd say that's a perfect idea, Mr. Good Lookin'."

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Banana brownie cake

Ingredients:

6 ripe bananas

240 grams of almond or peanut butter (1 cup)

1 table spoon of coconut oil

3 drops of vanilla extract

160 grams of cocoa powder (2/3 cup)

chocolate chips and/or thinly sliced almonds as sprinkles

1. heat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius/400 F

2. mix it all together in a bowl, first with a spoon to smoosh the bananas, then use a mixer for 2 minutes to get a nice, even consistency

3. put a baking sheet on a baking pan, pour the mix in

4. sprinkle chocolate chips and/or thinly sliced almonds on top before popping it in the oven for 25 minutes on 180 C or 350 F

5. wait for it to cool

Enjoy!

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hello! I read your Daredevil Darling fic for Macaque and loved it so much! I was wondering if you would do it for Wukong too to have his perspective on it

Pairing: Wukong x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: You've had it up to here with your boyfriend, now it's time to show him that you're not a wimp. Warnings/Tags: Slight angst, implied self-harm, well, not really implied when it's clear as day-, argument, self-deprecation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 900+ words

"You're officially an idiot."

"How can you be so stupid?" 

"Why the fuck did you do that?" 

And many other things you began spewing out as you awaited for your second execution. Exaggerations aside, you were totally and utterly fucked when your boyfriend arrives. 

How did you end up lying in the middle of your living room with both hands wrapped in gauze? Well, it all started when you and Wukong were in a little iffy mood with each other during date night at his place. From playing video games together, to board games, then finally playing truth or dare, which ended terribly. The two of you had a mean streak going on, neither of you were backing down from the most atrocious dares that were said. 

"You better give up now, buttercup, I just can't lose."

"Says you! I dare you to lick the bottom of the couch while doing a handstand using your nails only!" 

"Pfft, fine! Then you have to hold a hot pan that's been in the oven for ten seconds! Oh wait, I forgot, you can't." 

"I can!" 

"Nuh uh." "Yuh huh!" "Nuh uh." "Yuh huh!" "Nuh uh." "Yuh HUH-!" 

You get the picture. 

That one sentence stuck with you during your little fight with Wukong and set off the rest of the events that resulted in you almost frying your hands off.

"Look, peaches, it's not like I'm saying you can't do some pretty amazing ultra cool stuff, but you're not…well, me…soooo, please don't get yourself hurt cause you wanna act all high and mighty." 

Maybe he was right. Now you feel pretty shitty after trying to prove him wrong days after that eventful night. If it wasn't for Mei barging into your apartment/home to drag you out to hangout, you wouldn't have been able to call for help, much less leave your apartment without damaging your hands even more. After tending to your burns with her help and begging her not to call an ambulance, you were left to await Wukong's arrival after Mei had decided to contact him instead. 

The slam from your front door made you wince as you looked in the direction blocked by your sofa. Wukong's face popped around the furniture as he lowered his gaze onto your pitiful form; you were laid out on your rug with a pillow under your head and bandaged arms resting on your stomach. Mei slowly appeared out from behind your boyfriend tapping both of her index fingers together, she mumbled a farewell before booking it out of your place. 

Wukong knelt beside you and placed a hand over your left one. His touch was gentle enough to not cause you to hiss in pain from the applied pressure as he poked around your injury. 

"I-"

"I don't want to hear it." 

You clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brow as Wukong continued staring at your hands, his expression tight and void of any emotion that would suggest that he was upset. No,  no, if anything he looked..disappointed?

You felt sick to your stomach. You would have greatly preferred him screaming obscenities at you than…whatever this was.

You couldn't hold your gaze on him anymore and opted to stare at the ceiling. 

Wukong took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, he rubbed the side of his head as he carefully examined your hands. 

"I don't know what possessed you into doing this or…or thinking this is alright, but I know damn well it better not be because of some stupid dare that I joked about days ago." 

"How was I supposed to know you were joking," You grumbled under your breath.

Wukong stared at you. 

You glared back. 

Wukong narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

Your gaze wavered as the need to blink caused you to look away first. 

"..." Wukong called out your name sternly. When you didn't turn to look at him, Wukong threw his hands up in defeat. "Why do…this? Out of everything you could've done-!"

"-and not take the chance to prove that I'm able to do things like you? Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty, please let me hear all about how fucking weak I am," Your nose crinkled as you fought back the sting in your eyes, but that didn't stop your voice from cracking. 

 

"...are you…?" Wukong blinked back his shock as he shook his head and was so frustrated he could only stammer the rest of his words out. "Are you serious? I don't…no, I…why would I think you're weak-"

Wukong paused as he recalled what he had said that day, his eyes squeezed shut as he placed a hand on your bicep. 

"Oh no, hun, no, no…I'm-"

You sniffed as you shrugged off his hand. Wukong's frown deepened as he reached for you again, but decided to keep his hands to himself. 

"Why didn't you tell me? Or better yet, shut me up? Y'know I say dumb stuff sometimes, I-" Wukong bit his lip. Finding the words to articulate the feelings stirring in his heart was tough. "-I'm sorry, alright? I probably should've taken the taunts down a notch,  but I'm not a mind reader, I couldn't have known it'd bother you this much when you haven't said anything to me…and…and you usually handle my teasing well! I…I'm sorry, I really am." 

If his soft pleas didn't rope you in already, then him curling up beside you with his tail around your ankle did. Not to mention the onslaught of cheesy compliments he began whispering to you. Your cheeks were practically as hot as the pan you burned yourself with as Wukong added kisses with each sorry. You glanced at him and sighed after a few seconds of his overwhelming display of affection.

"Can you…help me till 'm better?" 

"Of course," Wukong smiled as you carefully scooted closer to him. "Anything for you, peaches, just…please let me know if I'm being a jerk next time" 

"Alright," You snorted as you placed your head against Wukong's chest. Wukong made sure he wasn't putting pressure on your hands as he carried you from the floor and walked you over to your bedroom. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight!!

[enbyenvy666]

happy birthday?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

a little birthday fluff for the great explosion murder god <3

CONTENT WARNINGS - aged up!Bakugo x GN!Reader, cooking accidents (cutting and hitting hand with a meat tenderizer, almost setting kitchen on fire), minor flooding, no beta we die like men w/c - 1.1k

Katsuki wasn’t a fan of his birthday, he just didn’t care for it. Growing up, his parents would force him to go out to dinner with his family, seeing aunts and uncles he didn’t like, bratty little cousins that screamed through dinner and wiping his grandma’s gaudy lipstick off his cheek. He hated pretending to appreciate the presents they gave him, even though the gifts made it clear his family knew nothing about him. Kamui Woods socks, really Pop?

“I just want a night in with my partner, a’right?” He said when you asked him what he wanted to do this year. You were going to make it the best night in ever then. Spicy chicken katsudon for dinner (his favourite), purin for dessert (another favourite), and while you were making it all, he would be relaxing in the bath you had made for him, and after you had eaten, you were going to cuddle on the couch watching his favourite movies. It was going to be perfect.

But you were held back at work, taking away crucial hours needed to cook. Compromising by buying the purin instead of making it, you were stuck behind an older woman who insisted on paying for her groceries with loose change, counting them out loud as she placed each coin on the counter. Then you were caught in stand-still traffic after finally getting out of the store. While debating slamming your head through the windshield, hoping it would wake you up from this nightmare, your phone rang. 

“Happy Birthday Kats!” you called cheerily as if you weren’t experiencing living hell at that moment. 

“Thanks, baby,” he replied, sounding despondent. Your brow furrowed, staring down at your phone with concern as if the picture of him on the screen could see you.

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah just… rough day. I’ll be home early ‘kay? Can’t stand another second reading through paperwork,” he grumbled, and you could almost hear his deep scowl. Your stomach dropped when you realised that meant you had even less time to prepare for his magical evening, but traffic was starting to clear, giving you a glimmer of hope. 

“Of course baby, I’ll see you soon!” You legally raced home, barely giving yourself a moment before rushing to the bathroom and turning on the water. Running to the kitchen next, you tied an apron over your work clothes and began cooking. Your decision to make everything from scratch was, at the time, fueled by love, but now you were regretting it. Even the garlic had to be crushed by hand. Of course, more things had to go wrong though, a slip with a knife and a mash with the tenderizer, leaving your hand bleeding and bruised. Slapping the cutlet into the pan, you sighed- oh shit! The bath!

Running upstairs, you saw the water creeping into the hallway. Turning the water off and fetching a mop, you quickly started soaking up the mess. You filled up a whole bucket but not even half of the water was soaked up. Tipping the water into the now empty tub, the scent of smoke peaked over the damp smell of the bathroom. Sprinting downstairs, your wet socks made you slip as you rounded a corner, elbow smacking into the hard floor. Tingles shot up into your fingers as you hit your funny bone, but you had to ignore it along with the ache that accompanied it as you scrambled to your feet again. 

The kitchen wasn’t ablaze, thankfully, but a concerning amount of smoke was rising from the pan. Sliding it off the burner didn’t do much, so you flipped the cutlet to get some heat off of it, to reveal not only the charred chicken breast but more smoke quickly rose from it. At the worst possible moment, the smoking alarm began blaring, the ringing piercing your eardrums. With shouts of frustration and calls for the device to shut up, you grabbed a teatowel and waved it in the air around the alarm. You were too short to reach the button to turn it off, but maybe if you got a broom or a mop- the bathroom! 

In your panic of trying to decide whether to clear the smoke or to continue to mop the bathroom and hope the fire alarm would eventually tire itself out, the front door opened. With a clear look into the kitchen, Katsuki stood in the doorway, a briefcase containing his hero costume in one hand, grenade gauntlets in the other, watching you run around while waving a towel over your head. Your work clothes were unkempt, your hair a mess, a bandage on your hand and your soaked socks were leaving wet footprints on the floor.

When your gaze finally caught his, your shoulders slumped in defeat and the alarm stopped ringing as the opened door allowed smoke to escape. He dropped his stuff to the floor, taking slow steps towards the kitchen. You didn’t notice him cracking a smile as you looked at the disaster around you. Not wanting him to see your failure throughout the kitchen, you met him halfway. 

“I’m so sorry Katsuki, I tried making katsudon but I burnt the chicken because I flooded the bathroom, and I had to buy the purin from the store because I didn’t have time to make it, and I know the gelatin one isn’t your favourite but it was all they had-” your ramble ceased when you heard the blonde hero begin to chuckle. Maybe it was because of the tears that brimmed your eyes, but his smile had him glowing. It was a sight you rarely got to see, his genuine laugh something you rarely heard, but both were beautiful. He reached for you, his strong hands on your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

“It’s okay, idiot,” he snickered as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms quickly wrapped around him, squeezing him close, almost sobbing into his chest.  “‘m just happy to come home t’ you.”

“I didn’t ruin your birthday, did I?” You asked quietly with a sniffle, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Of course not,” he tsked, pulling back to look down at you as he still held you in his arms. Your palms lay flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadily under your palm. 

“Let’s order in instead, how’s Italian sound?” 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. Katsuki’s soft palm cupped your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking the stressed bag under your eye. After a soft but quick kiss, he took your hand, squeezing it as his gorgeous smile morphed into his usual handsome smirk. 

“Let’s go clean up that bathroom. And how about we leave the cooking to me from now on eh?”

[sundewhasaudhd]

I'd love to hear your dsmp headcanons when you have the time!

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I have multiple notes on my Notes app for this moment

TW: mentions of suicide, mentions of starving oneself, mentions of self harm

Tommy: aroace, he/him, 17, 6’1”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD, prosthetic leg. No voice claim yet. Very skinny and scrawny, like he would struggle to lift a gallon of milk. But also insanely fast. Demi god (through Kristen).

Tubbo: queer, trans ftm, he/bee, 18, 5’7”, AuDHD, dyslexia, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: David from Hilda. Pretty buff, I’ve also been seeing I good amount of chubby c!Tubbo designs, so I might do that as well. Goat hybrid.

Ranboo: pan, enby, they/them+neos, 18, 8’5”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, body dysphoria. Voice claim: Freckle from Lackadaisy. The most twink to ever twink, y’know, on account of being half enderman. Half enderman, half love god.

Wilbur: bi, he/him, 23, 6’6”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD. Voice claim: Red Guy from DHMIS. Another twink. Doesn’t help that he barely eats most days (most of the time it’s just because of the ADHD, but he has tried to starve himself as an [unsuccessful] suicide attempt). Demi god (through Kristen).

Techno: aroace, he/him, 23, 6’3”, AuDHD, social anxiety, depression. Voice claim: Sun Wukong from LMK. Buff. That’s all I have to say. Piglin.

Phil: bi, polyamorous, he/him, immortal, 5’11”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Bandit from Bluey. Again, same as c!Techno. Buff. Human that was gifted immortality, pointy ears, crow wings, and stick antler thingys.

Jack: bi-curious, probably not cis, he/him, 19, 5’9”, AuDHD, probably physically disabled as well, I need to think about my c!Jack design some more. Voice claim: Gyro from DuckTales 2016. Cyborg.

Niki: bi, demigirl, she/they, 29, 5’6”, AuDHD, anxiety. Voice claim: Bubblegum from Adventure Time. Fat and buff. Half demon, half human.

Fundy: gay, trans ftm, he/him, 16, 6’3”, AuDHD, anxiety, dyslexia. Voice claim: Steven from Steven Universe Future. Half fox hybrid, half siren.

Eret: bi, polyamorous, genderfluid, any pronouns, immortal, 6’3”, AuDHD, dyslexia dyspraxia, depression. Voice claim: Aaravos from Dragon Prince. Pretty curvy. Semi god (child of a demi god, that demi god being Herobrine).

Foolish: pan, agender, he/they+neos, immortal, 7’8”. Voice claim: Raine from The Owl House. Buff. Demi god.

Charlie: aroace, agender, he/it, immortal, 5’9” AuDHD. No voice claim yet. CHONKY :D. Plus sized c!Charlie my beloved. Walking piece of goo Normal human.

Quackity: gay, ambiamorous, trans ftm, he/him, 21, 5’8”, depression, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: Whizzer from Falsettos 2016. Duck hybrid.

Purpled: ace, polysexual, enby, they/he/star, 18, 5’8”. Voice claim: Louie from DuckTales 2016. Alien.

Punz: bi, agender, he/they, 25, 6’0”, ADHD. Voice claim: Zane from Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. Gold hybrid.

Ponk: gay, transfem, genderfluid, any pronouns, she/he preference, 34, 5’7”, ADHD, prosthetic arm. Voice claim: Mikey from ROTTMNT. Half lemon fairy, half human.

Sam: omni, male preference, bigender, he/they, 35, 7’4”. Voice claim: Raph from ROTTMNT. Creeper hybrid.

Dream: unlabeled, he/they+neos, 23, 6’2”, ADHD. Voice claim: Macaque from LMK. “Powerless” god.

George: gay, transmasc, any pronouns, they/he preference, 24, 5’8”, autism. Voice claim: Philip from The Owl House. Half mushroom fairy, half human.

Sapnap: pan, ambiamorous, he/him, 21, 5’10”. Voice claim: Finn from Adventure Time. Pretty buff. Half demon, half human.

Karl: ace, polysexual, ambiamorous, he/swirl/pop, 21, 5’11”, AuDHD. Voice claim: Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (idk wtf to call it).

Bad: bi, demisexual and romantic, he/they/it, 36, 9’6”. Voice claim: Moxxie from Helluva Boss. Demon.

Skeppy: gay, transmasc, demiboy, he/it, 34, 5’7”. Voice claim: Percy from Lightning Thief the Musical. Diamond hybrid.

Puffy: bi, transfem, any pronouns, she/her preference, 31, 6’9”, OCD, prosthetic leg. Voice claim: Annapantsu. Goat hybrid.

Hannah: lesbian, trans mtf, she/her, 22, 5’4”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Katara from ATLA. Rose fairy.

Aimsey: lesbian, enby, any pronouns, 20, 4’11”, AuDHD, uses a walking stick. Voice claim: Hilda from Hilda. Bunny hybrid.

Boomer: bi, trigender, he/they/she, 23, 5’9”, ADHD. Voice claim: Ed from The Owl House. Frog hybrid.

Connor: ace, gay, he/zap/blast, 22, 5’7”, autism. Voice claim: Sea Hawk from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (still don’t know what to call it).

Schlatt: gay, he/him, 36, 6’3”. Voice claim: Haymitch from The Hunger Games. Goat hybrid.

Michaelmcchill: bi, he/him, 33, 6’2”, autism. Voice claim: Jake from Adventure Time. Panther hybrid.

Eryn: bi, demiboy, he/they/sharp/it, 16, 5’10”, ADHD. Voice claim: Leo from ROTTMNT. Half demon, half human.

CPK: pan, genderfluid, he/they/she/it/swish, immortal, 6’4”. Voice claim: Terry from Dragon Prince. Kitsune.

Callahan: gay, he/him, immortal, 5’7”, mute. Voice claim: no one. He’s mute. Demi god.

Alyssa: lesbian, she/it, 24, 5’5”. Voice claim: Sasha from Amphibia. Some sort of hybrid, I haven’t decided yet.

Tina: bi, trans mtf, she/her, 23, 5’3”. Voice claim: Candy from Gravity Falls. Half demon, half human.

Antfrost: gay, he/him, 29, 5’7”. Voice claim: Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. Cat hybrid.

Hbomb: gay, he/she, 17, 5’8”. Voice claim: Launchpad from DuckTales 2016. Cat hybrid.

Vikk: bi, he/him, 38, 5’8”. Voice claim: Mr. Boonchuy from Amphibia. Parrot hybrid.

Lazar: probably queer in some way, he/him, 63, 5’10”. Voice claim: Fergus McDuck from DuckTales 2016. Gingerbread man.

Miscellaneous headcanons:

Cuddling with Quackity helps Wilbur sleep.

Whenever Tommy or Wilbur think about death, they play with the white streak in their hair 

When Dream was little, he used to draw his smile (TM) on stuff to “claim it”. Like, toys and shit like that.

The Syndicate gave each other hair styling tips.

The reason Quackity always wears a beanie is to cover his ears. For trauma reasons.

Tommy’s cardigan is made of Friend’s wool.

Sometimes Fundy, Foolish, and Sam spend the night at Las Nevadas, so they all have their own rooms there.

When Purpled winks, he winks both eyes on one side.

Karl has a bunch of those goofy ahh socks with like, fruit on them. You know want I’m talking about.

Dream’s birth name is Clay but he changed once more people started arriving in the SMP.

Techno plays violin and is teaching Ranboo.

Dream’s walking speed is the same as the speed walking of everyone else.

Bee duo wears their rings on their horns because Tubbo’s ring finger is busted and they wanted to match.

Fundy calls Eret dad, but not Wilbur. (Rip)

Ranboo’s a soprano.

Aimsey’s hair turns white in the winter.

Burger duo have to keep an eye on each other when they use knifes at the van. For… reasons.

Peer pressure duo practice controlled breathing together.

Techno’s bruh is a vocal stim.

Little Fundy used to jokingly bow at Eret.

Techno has reading glasses.

Techno’s hair gets really tangly if he doesn’t brush it after a day.

Callahan uses ASL to communicate and Alyssa’s his translator.

All of the fandom songs are written by the characters.

Ghostbur put stickers on his guitar.

Tubbo played softball/baseball growing up.

When Dream was in prison, he tallied the days he was there in the shape of a smile.

Wilbur sings and plays guitar to help Tommy fall asleep.

Charlie cries “human bits”.

Bad became really against swearing after he adopted Sapnap.

Wilbur taught Quackity how to play guitar.

Sam just saw George and Quackity all alone on the street and just adopted them.

Dream wears contacts.

Purpled’s UFO crashed on Earth when he was a little, so they don’t really remember anything about his home planet .

Tommy watches Bluey.

Tommy mainly listens to audiobooks.

Aimsey draws on their arm.

Kristen gave Phil immortality so they could always be together, but that caused him to only have one live.

Puffy and Schlatt are half siblings.

Quackity has a Medusa tattoo .

Before Quackity gave everyone in Las Nevadas rooms, Purpled slept in the van with Wilbur.

Boomer watches MHA.

Dream got a spider web tattoo on his elbow after prison break.

Hannah watches Miraculous.

Jack made Tommy and Wilbur matching chats.

It doesn’t matter how much sleep he actually got, Wilbur looks tired no matter what.

Fundy listens to the High School Musical soundtrack.

Karl was/is in the WoF and Warrior Cats fandoms.

Tommy sings Welcome Home and My L’Manburg to himself to help him fell asleep and/or destress.

Niki taught Tommy how to sew after Exile.

Every time Jack loses a life, he becomes more cyborg.

Phil started growing his hair out after Techno died.

Wilbur is that one annoying ass person that sings happy birthday well (everyone knows you’re not supposed to sing happy birthday well).

Wilbur masked for most of his time on the SMP (especially during the elections and Pogtopia) and only really unmasked after the people he was really close with.

Dream has retractable fingernail claws because of his limited shapeshifting abilities.

Sally and Milo are besties.

That’s it. I hope you like em :3

[forkfulofflavor]

Creamy Garlic Bread Soup with Homemade Croutons Ingredients: Garlic Bread Soup 14 ounces day-old French bread, cubed 8 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth 1 medium yellow onion, diced 2 bay leaves 1 teaspoon thyme 2 teaspoons olive oil 2 tablespoons minced garlic 1 teaspoon salt Dash of pepper 1/2 cup heavy whipping cream 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese Homemade Croutons 2 cups French bread, cut into 1-inch cubes 3 tablespoons butter, melted 1 tablespoon minced garlic 1 teaspoon basil 1/2 teaspoon salt Directions: Homemade Croutons Preheat oven to 350°F (175°C). Cut French bread into 1-inch cubes. In a small dish, melt butter and stir in minced garlic. Drizzle the garlic butter over the bread cubes, sprinkle with basil and salt, and toss to coat. Arrange bread cubes on a baking pan in a single layer. Bake for 15 minutes, stirring halfway through. Set aside. Garlic Bread Soup Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium heat. Once hot, add the onion, thyme, bay leaves, salt, and pepper. Cook for 7-8 minutes, or until the onions start to brown. Add the minced garlic and cook for another 30-60 seconds, until fragrant. Pour in the chicken broth and bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and cook for 15 minutes. Remove the bay leaves. Whisk in the bread cubes and heavy whipping cream. Allow the bread to absorb the liquid at a simmer for about 5 minutes. Using an immersion blender, blend the soup until smooth and creamy. Whisk in the grated Parmesan cheese. Serve the soup hot with homemade croutons on top. Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cooking Time: 45 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour | Calories: 410 kcal | Servings: 6 This Creamy Garlic Bread Soup brings together the rich, savory flavors of garlic bread in a warming, comforting bowl. Made with a base of day-old French bread, slow-cooked onions, and aromatic garlic, this soup is creamy, flavorful, and perfect for chilly days. Topped with freshly grated Parmesan and crunchy homemade garlic-basil croutons, each spoonful offers a delicious combination of creaminess and crunch. Ideal for a cozy lunch or dinner, this soup is easy to prepare and full of comforting flavors. Serve it with a garnish of fresh basil or parsley for a pop of color, and enjoy the warming, satisfying taste of this unique and delicious soup that’s sure to be a hit with garlic lovers everywhere.

[shukein]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿(𝘀): 𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗮, 𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿: 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭.𝟬𝗸

𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂

today was like any normal day. when there was no lessons to attend to, no errands to run, just a normal day sleeping in the dorm. [name], in the midst of the early morning, could be found in the dorm's kitchen, cooking something nutritious that he and his other three idiots friends could eat.

he'd hum a quiet tune, his gaze focused on the eggs that slowly turned white in the pan, not yet realizing somebody walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, but a loud yawn did catch his attention.

"Mrah? Oh, henchman! You're up early..." the tired grim spoke, his tiny paws rubbing his eyes as he jumped onto the counter, wanting to see what the male was cooking.

"Hm, good morning, Grim. Are the others awake?" [name] inquires, placing the cooked eggs onto a plate as he grabs the pack of raw ham, given generously by Sam at his shop.

"Mm, no." "Ah, well could you go and wake 'em up for me?" [name] queries, placing a few slices into the pan, listening to the satisfying sound of it sizzling.

"Ugh... fine, but only because I get an excuse to hit Ace on the face." and with that, the small creature ascends back up the stairs, followed with a loud scream from ace and deuce, who soon enough chased the weasel down the stairs.

"Get back here, you stupid raccoon!" ace exclaims, chasing grim around the lounge along with deuce, who soon stops when he notices [name] cooking in the kitchen.

"Ah, morning, [Name]. What're you makin'?" deuce walks up behind the [h/c] boy, peering over his shoulder to see what was in the pan. "Eggs and ham. You think you can make some toast for us?"

deuce nods silently, grabbing bread from the cabinet and placing two into the toaster. he'd wait patiently for the bread to pop out of the toaster, having small conversations with the [h/c].

ace soon walks into the kitchen, holding grim from his neck as the latter would scratch at his hand, causing the red-head to hiss and yell at the weasel. "Oi, [Name]! Control your stupid cat here!"

"I'm not a cat! I am the Great Grim! Unhand me now!" [name] merely ignores the two, grabbing out the last few slices of ham out of the pan and placing them on another plate.

"Deuce, mind bringing some plates for us and the toast, please?" he'd grab the plate of eggs, walking past his two bickering friends and sparing his blue haired friend a glance before leaving the kitchen and walking into the lounge.

"Uh, yeah sure," deuce grabs the other slices of toast out of the toaster, placing them on a side plate before grabbing four other plates, heading into the lounge after the [h/c]. all the while ace and grim continued fighting with each other.

but the two soon joins in, hair and fur completely ruffled and a mess as they take a seat down on the ground as far away from each other as possible. "Mm, the food looks good! Nice job, [Name]!"

ace would complement, dishing out some ham and egg onto his plate, grabbing a toast as well as he takes a bite, a hum of satisfaction erupting from him.

"Yeah, maybe you could make me a delicious tuna sandwich, henchman!" grim pitches in, his paws reaching out to take a slice of ham before devouring it.

"Right, anyways, what do you think you got on Crewel's assignment?" [name] suddenly brings up, taking a bite of his toast as he spares the three a short glance.

ace groans in annoyance, simply rolling his eyes as he takes another bite of his food, "Ugh, don't even remind me. I don't wanna think about it." "Well, I bet I got an easy 100!" grim speaks up, a smug grin etched onto his lips.

"Oh, please, your barely passing his class." "Says you, Deuce, you get straight D's, I don't wanna hear you talk about me not passing!" [name] sighs as deuce and grim begin to bicker this time. ace leans back, staring at the [h/c].

"What about, [Name]? What d'you think you got?" [name] hums in thought, tapping his index finger onto the table, "Maybe and 80? I asked Azul and Riddle for help, so I'd hope I get something higher than a 70."

"What!? You cheater! You got Riddle to help you out?" ace and grim yell out in unison, eyes widened in shock. "And Azul didn't make you sign a contract for it?" deuce pitches in, equally shocked as the other two.

"Mhm. I made a promise to Riddle that I'd make him a strawberry tart, as well as helping Cater out with painting the roses for the next unbirthday party. As for Azul... well, I owe him a favor, so, no contracts needed for it."

"Ah, lucky. Though, I probably wouldn't ask that octopus for help. He'd force me to sign a contract, and I learned from my mistakes." ace would say gloomily, grabbing another slice of ham.

"Yeah, and if I were to ask Riddle for help, he'd chew me out for not understanding..." deuce mutters, equally as gloomy as he slowly chews his food.

"Ugh, [Name]! Why couldn't you have taken me with you so they could've helped me out too!?" grim exclaims, huffing out as his small paws slam against the table.

"Hm? I told you, but you said you could do it yourself. Besides, who was the one that said they got an 'easy 100' just a minute ago?" [name] responds, grabbing another egg and eating it.

"Hey! Don't use my words against me!" grim yells, exclaiming a loud groan of annoyance as he lays his body on the floor.

"Hah... whatever, at least I know I'm not the only one who probably failed..." deuce would say, leaning his body against the couch as he was seemingly finished with his food.

"Oi, don't lump me in with you and this guy, I never said I failed, I just didn't want to think about that stupid assignment." ace grumbles, glaring at the blue haired boy as he points down at the beastman who laid still on the floor.

"Ace, you barely pass Crewel's class either, I think it's fair that Deuce can lump you in with him and Grim." [name] would say, playfully rolling his eyes as he grabs the dirty dishes and heading into the kitchen.

"Huh?! What's that supposed to mean?" "Yeah, henchman! Explain yourself!" "I said what I said. You're all idiots."

"Huh?!"

©SHUKEIN. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2024

[virisdescently]

WORTH THE WAIT

— ⟡ draco malfoy x f!reader

✎ summary: the slytherin gang decides to play truth or dare.

• notes: set in 6th year, mentions of alcohol, mentions of prison, gets a little heated but not much

The Slytherin common room was peaceful as the six 6th years sat in silence, each in their own little world. Pansy and Daphne were sprawled across the floor, magazines in hand as they skimmed through the pages mindlessly. Theodore sat in the arm chair studying for the upcoming History of Magic exam while Blaise laid on the couch across from him, resting his eyes. On the other couch, Draco sat deep in thought with (Y/n) next to him reading a book. The six of them were used to relaxing and unwinding nights like this, having been friends since childhood.

“I’m bored” Pansy nonchalantly announced. The others turned their heads to her.

“Pans, you’re always bored unless you’ve got gin in your system” Daphne teases. Pansy slightly chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Very funny, Daph” said the raven-haired girl, sighing. Pansy clicked her tongue, thinking of activities to cure her boredom. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Pansy announced, sitting up, “let’s play truth or dare!”

“We aren’t 13 anymore, Pansy” Draco said, rolling his eyes. He’d been in quite the pissy mood lately. Nobody knew exactly why, but everyone figured it had something to do with his father’s imprisonment.

“You don’t have to be 13 to have fun with your friends, Draco” Pansy said, huffing at the blonde boy.

“I for one think it’s a great idea, Pansy” Daphne chimed in, now sitting up as well. Pansy smiled at her.

“I knew I could count on you, Daph” Pansy said, “what about you, (Y/n)? Up for a bit of fun?” Pansy leaned toward the (y/h/c) girl, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

“Oh, why the hell not” (Y/n) said smiling, putting her book down next to her. Pansy and Daphne smiled as they began to bother the boys about joining in on the game.

“Blaise? Theodore?” Daphne prompted. Theodore set his notes aside as turned to the blonde girl.

“I suppose a study break is in order” he said smiling, and Blaise nodded, sitting up on the couch.

“I guess I’ll join, as long as Mr. Grumpy-pants over here does too” Blaise said, smirking at his friend. He knew that Draco was stressing about something, and figured the game could distract the blonde from his worries. Draco turned his head to Blaise, a look of do I have to? written on his face. Blaise then returned with his own look that said yes, mate, c’mon don’t be a party pooper.

“Fine, I’ll join - but only because I wouldn’t want Blaise to bother me for the next bloody hour about this” said Draco. Blaise laughed as the others rolled their eyes at the blonde’s stubborn nature.

“It’ll be fun, Draco, you’ll see” said Daphne, playfully winking at her gloomy friend. Draco returned with an eye roll of his own. Daphne thought that if he would’ve done it once more, his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head. She slightly giggled at the thought.

“Shall we begin?” asked Theodore. Pansy nodded eagerly.

“I’ll go first” she said, “Daphne, truth or dare?”

“Truth” Daphne responded. Pansy smirked.

“Is it true you had a thing for Neville Longbottom last year?” Daphne gasped and playfully shoved Pansy.

“How did you know about that?!” exclaimed Daphne. Pansy chuckled.

“So it is true, then?” she prompted.

“Yes, but I don’t have a thing for him anymore - and stop dodging my question! How did you know?!” Daphne inquired.

Pansy gave her a mischievous smile and said, “a girl never tells her secrets.” Daphne shook her head in disbelief. Pansy always had a way of finding out gossip before anyone else. It was like a sixth sense or a superpower.

The game went on for a few minutes, with the group sharing some laughs and giggles. Even Draco seemed to finally relax and enjoy himself. It came time for Blaise to ask a question.

“(Y/n), truth or dare?” he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. (Y/n) shot him a warning glance, hoping he didn’t make her do or say anything too stupid.

“Dare” she responded. Whatever idea Blaise had, the curious side of her wanted to know - even if it meant embarrassing herself.

“Hm… let’s see” Blaise pretended to ponder, “oh, I know! (Y/n), I dare you to give Draco hear a kiss.” Blaise’s smile was as big as could be, while (Y/n) was rendered nearly speechless and Draco’s eyes went wide, involuntarily blushing a crimson red.

Blaise knew that his best mate harbored deep feelings for the (y/h/c) girl. Ever since 2nd year, he’d had to listen to Draco’s long, drawn-out speeches about how much he adored (Y/n), and judging by the way (Y/n) always seemed to care for Draco in a different way than the others, he suspected she reciprocated Draco’s feelings. Besides, everyone always figured the two would end up together at some point, this was just Blaise’s way of hurrying up the process.

“I- uh- well, I suppose if Draco is okay with it” (Y/n) said, gaining some composure, “it would be silly to use a chicken so early in the game.” Blaise wasn’t buying her reasoning for wanting to complete the dare, but he had no complaints.

“Well, a dare is a dare, right (Y/n)?” Draco said smirking, putting on a nonchalant and cocky facade, even though internally he was panicked. He was finally about to kiss the girl of his dreams after years of pining and waiting. He wanted this kiss to be absolutely perfect.

“I suppose so” said (Y/n), blushing madly as she smiled at Draco. Truth be told, (Y/n) always had a bit of a thing for the blonde. He somehow managed to capture her heart with his sarcastic remarks and signature smirks, as well as his caring and protective nature that he tries oh so hard to conceal in front of others.

“Well, get to the kissing!” Pansy interrupted the awkward staring between the two anxious teens. Draco gave (Y/n) one more smirk, before cupping her face and leaning in to begin the dare.

“Are you sure about this, (Y/n/n)?” Draco whispered, his breathe fanning across (Y/n) cheek. She nodded bashfully and smiled sweetly.

“I am, Dray” she whispered back, making Draco blush at the use of his nickname, “kiss me.”

That was all Draco needed to hear before connecting his lips with hers. The world around the two seemed to stop for both Slytherins as their lips met for the first time. Neither of them were prepared for the intensity of the kiss, caused by the years of waiting and pining from both ends. Draco felt like a starving man who had finally eaten a ravishing meal, while (Y/n) felt like everything in her life just clicked. Before she knew of her attraction to the boy, whereas now she was certain he was her home.

Beginning passionately, yet gently, the kiss soon morphed into more, as their tongues danced together while their lips told stories of love and lust. Draco’s hand slid down from (Y/n)’s cheek down to her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He needed more of her. He needed her forever.

Ahem. A noise of discontent suddenly interrupted Draco and (Y/n)’s intense make out session. (Y/n) leaped back from Draco, and turned around to see her friends looking at the two with knowing looks on their faces.

“You know we are right here, correct?” Theodore said. He had a look of slight irritation on his face, but deep down he was happy his friends seemed to enjoy the kiss so much. It was about time those two got together, he thought. It seemed as if Pansy was thinking the same thing, as she had a small smirk on her face.

“Sorry” mumbled Draco. He slowly removed his hand from (Y/n’s) side and turned to face the others. His cheeks were decorated a dark red, even darker than before, and he was slightly embarrassed at how intimate he got with (Y/n) in front of their friends. Surely was worth it though, he thought, smiling to himself.

“To be fair, the dare was for us to kiss” (Y/n) said, shrugging. Blaise chuckled.

“Yes, I dared you two to kiss, not have a pg-13 make-out session in front of all of us” he said laughing. Daphne giggled from beside him.

“I mean for Merlin’s sake, get a room!” she said, still giggling. Pansy looked at her and gave her a sly look.

“You know, (Y/n), Daphne and I could always gather up the other girls for a day in Hogsmeade if you two do indeed need one” the raven-haired girl said winking. The other three bursted out laughing as Draco and (Y/n) mentally face-palmed.

“Very funny, Pansy” (Y/n) said, although deep down she was hoping she would be taking Pansy up on the offer.

After everyone settled down, the game continued for another few minutes before Blaise announced he’d be retiring to bed.

“I think I’ll join you, Blaise” Theodore said, following Blaise towards the dormitories, “big exam tomorrow. Need my beauty sleep.”

“You are such a nerd, Theodore” Daphne giggled. Theodore shot her a playful eye roll before the two boys disappeared into their dorms.

“We should probably get to bed too, Daph” Pansy said, “we barely studied at all and if we want any chance of being sharp, we better listen to Theo.”

“I guess he is the exam whizz” Daphne said, getting up and following Pansy to the girl’s dormitories, “you coming, (Y/n)?”

“I‘ll be there shortly, I want to study for just a bit more” said (Y/n), who was hoping Draco would join her. The girls shrugged and bid the two a goodnight before going to their dorm.

Once they were alone, Draco and (Y/n) sat in a tense silence. They both so desperately wanted to talk about the kiss, but neither knew how to bring it up. Finally, (Y/n) decided to break the silence.

“So…” she began, unsure how to bring it up. She turned to Draco to look at him, a smile on her face. Draco returned with a small smile of his own.

“So” he responded, “that was… fun.” He blushed as he awaited the (y/h/c) girl’s response.

“Definitely” she chuckled. They subconsciously scooted closer to each other, wanting to be as close to each other as possible.

“Um… look, (y/n)” Draco began, finally deciding to put down his walls and talk to her about how he felt, “I really like you. And not just in the way you think. I mean I really, really like you. I know that the kiss may have been just a dare to you, but to me, it was so much more. I just thought you should know that.”

Draco looked at (Y/n) with a look of want and nervousness on his face. His heart was beating twice the rate it normally was, and all he wanted was for her sweet touch to soothe him of his worries, and let him know she felt the same.

Like the angel she is, (Y/n) granted his wish, putting a gentle hand on his arm, rubbing gentle and calming circles on his shoulders. She smiled at him with a look of warmth and light in her eyes that could’ve illuminated the entire room.

“Dray…” she said, letting her other hand come up and stroke his cheek, “I feel the same way. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you, I just never knew how you felt.”

Draco looked deeply into her (y/e/c) eyes, and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

“Well, now you know” he smirked. With that, he closed the gap between their lips. Their mouths danced together in harmony and the two finally said everything they’d been holding in for the past few years. Their kiss continued for what seemed like hours, although neither teen seemed to mind. Once they finally pulled away, both had big cheeky grins and bright red cheeks.

“I guess all we needed was a push from Blaise” (Y/n) said giggling, “perhaps if he’d dared us sooner we wouldn’t have had to wait so long.” Draco chuckled.

“Well love, it certainly was worth the wait.”

[aspiringtrashpanda]

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DAY 26 Prompt: Horror Movie/Game C/W: Mind control, attempted drowning 1.9k

Day 26 - Horror Game/Movie

The title screen of Siren Seaside: Paradise Shores practically emanated sunshine. The beautifully rendered waves lapped at a sandy shore, a rhythmic rush of water timed to the motions. Gulls cawed in the background, looping a predetermined route through fluffy clouds slowly panning to the right, slipping behind the row of tropical, fruit-bearing trees that led away from the golden beach. 

You couldn’t hit PLAY any faster, excited to start the cozy seaside-life RPG that had popped up on your D.D.D. overnight. Levi must have sent an invite code to your device sometime after midnight, the code meant to automatically install the game. 

He knew you were a fan of slice-of-life games, farming simulators and the like, so a gesture such as this wasn’t that odd. If anything, he had given you something to look forward to after classes ended. 

Now comfortable in your casual clothes, your uniform draped over one of the many chairs in your room, you decided to get right to Siren Seaside. Perching on the edge of your mattress, you figured you could relocate later, once you got a feel for the gameplay and what was required to progress. 

A cute little gull in a sailor’s cap flew down from the picturesque sky, stuck the landing in the sand and waved to the little avatar you had designed to resemble yourself. 

“Welcome to Paradise Shores!” The bird squawked. “We’re so happy you could join us.”

You smiled down at your D.D.D. screen, the gull’s cheery dance a fleeting moment before it deflated. An animated exhale told you the bird was disappointed. “See, Paradise Shores has fallen on some hard times lately…But surely, you can help us!”

The jingling music seemed to swell in the background as the bird perked up. It was a pleasant melody, all marimba, bass, and the soft tap of a snare. It was certainly evocative of a vacation. What you wouldn’t give for a piña colada in a coconut husk, right about now. 

“The island goddess is upset with us, for we’ve been too busy to worship at her altar…” Lifting its speckled wing to rub at its brow, careful not to knock its tiny sailor’s hat, it shot you a sheepish grin. With new enthusiasm, it explained, “That’s where you come in! If you can appease the goddess with some foraged offerings, she’s sure to breathe new life into Paradise Shores!”

The screen swiped to the next part of the tutorial, a graphic of waves pulling in the tide as instructions popped up onto your screen, as well as a request to grant access to other apps on your D.D.D.

FIRST TASK: Earn Paradise Points by moving throughout your world. Siren Seaside requires access to your camera, location, and fitness data to promote interacting with your reality to progress in game. Try taking a few steps while looking through your camera! 

You did as you were asked, rising from your bed and navigating through your room, through the lens of your D.D.D. You laughed, watching as the screen shifted with your movements. If you stepped towards the left, shifted your body in the same direction, you could make out a path leading into the island’s jungle. Swinging the device to the right pointed towards the pier. 

There was a voice singing along to the music now. Something low and jolly, harmonizing nicely with the brisk marimba. It resonated in your bones, an almost familiar nostalgia to the notes singing incomprehensible lyrics. 

Your gut told you to head for the pier. 

Stepping out of your room, you navigated towards your goal while walking through the House of Lamentation. You learned quickly that it didn’t matter what direction in which you were stepping in your reality. As long as you kept the screen angled to your destination in-game, then you progressed towards the pier. 

You were starting to notice a twang to the voice chanting in the music. It warmed your heart, the quirky little intonation choices the musician made. The melody seemed to swell with every step towards the waves that lapped at the legs of the pier, nearly knocking the pastel barnacles from the support beams. It was almost mesmerizing, the way the sea moved with the music, cresting at the highest note of the melodic malloting and falling away at the command of the voice.

The ocean itself glittered like jewels, freshly polished and examined beneath a spotlight. The seabreeze dusted your cheeks, cool and salty, and you wanted nothing more than to just submerge yourself into the water. It had been so long since you had been to the beach. Memories of dipping your toes into the shallows, laughing as you were sprayed by a nearby wave when it crashed onto the shore, flashed behind your eyes. 

Life was easier back then, wasn’t it?

You wet your dry, chapped lips, watching the water on the screen undulate in time to the steady beat of the soundtrack. You had a sports drink in the fridge, didn’t you? That would certainly quench your thirst. 

Allowing the tap of the snare, the clash of the hi-hat to accent the clap of your feet against the ground, you molded your movements to the melody swimming through your mind. Two steps forward, two pretty lines, almost cooed, by that achingly familiar voice. You stepped to the right–the music didn’t like that.

But the left? The marimba jingled in delight. 

Your throat itched, and no matter how much saliva you managed to swallow, it wasn’t enough. You were thirsty. So very thirsty. Longing for those better times, those beach days long gone where you could sip lemonade while the waves lapped at your ankles, at your waist, at your collarbones.

You were almost in the kitchen, the sports drink beckoning you. One sip and you’d be there, upon tropical shores. You were so parched, dehydrated, left to shrivel up and die in the scorching savannah in the southern region of the Devildom. That calming voice, the voice that promised relief. 

You just needed to reach into the fridge. 

One more step, and you would quench your thirst, dip your toes into the metaphorical ocean within the bottle. The voice encouraged you, praised your resolve. You were doing so well. You were going to get everything you wanted.

Just one.

More.

Step.

“H-HEY!” 

It was a distant sound, barely even perceptible as you settled into the cool bliss of the game, spirals of blue cradling your limbs and satisfying that pesky thirst. Oh, how sweet the taste of the drink, of the gentle crooning in your ear. Drink, it sang. Drink, and you will find peace. The way you sunk into the abyss, supported by those sugary sounds of comfort, floating in what you knew to be the heaven you had always longed for…Why, this game knew you better than you knew yourself.

SPLASH!

A flash of indigo, a tug on the collar of your shirt. Everything moved so slowly, sluggishly, like you were being pulled through mud. You felt the fingers dig into your wrist to check your pulse. You felt the quivering lips on your own, breathing life into your lungs. 

Next thing you knew, you were spewing water from your lungs, oxygen scorching the inside of your chest as your eyes flew open. 

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” Leviathan nails dug into your shoulders, frenzied eyes glistening as tears tracked down his face. Looming over you, he nearly eclipsed the pretty undulation of the aquarium reflection on his ceiling. 

You blinked. Your eyes stung, your lashes wet and your sinuses on fire. Each inhale shocked your system, and you barely dislodged his grip to roll over before you spit up water into his face. 

“I…” Speaking hurt. It hurt so much. But Levi was crouched there, confusion clashing the panic in his amber gaze, and you knew you had to explain. With a cough, you tried again, “I thought I was in the kitchen? I was so thirsty.”

Levi glanced around his room, as if he thought he was missing something. “Why would you think you’re in the kitchen?!” 

Spluttering, all you could manage was a meek, “How did you know where to find me?” 

“Because you passed everyone like a zombie and they’re freaking the Devildom out!” Levi threw up his arms, his aura overwhelming, pressing into you from where he paced around his room. It was oppressive, all fear and paranoia and the slightest pinch of betrayal. 

The world seemed fuzzy, as if you were peering in from outside your body. What happened? Why were you drenched? Why were you in Levi’s room? 

Why was he losing his shit? 

“Seriously!” His canines glinted in the blue light of the aquarium, “What were you thinking?”

Your tongue heavy in your mouth, it took effort to respond, “I was playing Siren Seaside… I was headed towards the pier…”

Brilliant eyes flicked to the D.D.D. glitching in the vice grip of your hand, water damage frying its insides. “Siren Seaside? Where did you hear about that?”

“You didn’t install it for me?”

“N-no?”

Something inside you went cold, an ice cube plopped into your stomach. Your voice dropping, piecing the puzzle together as you admitted, “It was on my D.D.D. when I woke up…”

“That’s because it’s cursed. It’s a cursed game!” Though Levi voiced your realization aloud, it failed to soothe your humiliation, your terror. “It’s meant to trick players into drowning themselves!” 

“Oh.” You answered dumbly, gooseflesh erupting over your forearms, creeping up your neck. You blinked your aching eyes, finally acknowledging the smudges and handprints on the glass of Levi’s massive aquarium. 

You supposed it made sense. Sirens were known to lure people to their death by drawing them in with a dangerous melody. You should have realized that. Hell, you had witnessed Levi and Beel struggle through making a cocktail while listening to Lucifer’s recording of a siren’s song. How had you missed something so obvious? 

Though the song, the voice, had felt so familiar. That’s what had mesmerized you, wasn’t it? That comforting twang, that gentle laugh. The game had used a voice that you associated with safety.

“I’m…” Levi’s breath ghosted over your ear, and you heard him plop down behind you. Before you could ask him what he was doing, his arms wound around your waist, pulled your spine to his chest. His long legs–sweatpants damp from the unavoidable splash of tugging you from the tank–bracketed yours, his entire frame curling around you as if to protect you from further harm. “I’m so glad I caught you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He was trembling, you could feel his bones rattling against yours. Squeezing you tight, he nuzzled his face into the column of your throat, and you could have sworn you heard him whine something solemn and mournful. 

“Levi!” You protested, his grip around your middle turning a little too demon, “I can’t breathe!”

“Gah! S-sorry!” With a yelp, he loosened his arms, but refused to move from his position. It hurt your heart–Leviathan wasn’t the most physically affectionate of your housemates. You must have really scared him to prompt such a reaction. 

Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he gestured to the device flickering in your hand. In a commanding voice, low and rather unlike him, Levi insisted,  “Now, give me your D.D.D. We’re putting it in rice and deleting that game right away.”

As he grumbled to himself, his octave reflective of his distress, you couldn’t help but think…

That pretty crooning that harmonized beneath the marimba hadn’t sounded that different. 

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OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[marksbear]

So in the spirit of Valentine’s Day I would like to request Ghost x male reader fic. Ghost and the reader are off for Valentine’s Day and the reader has the whole day planned. First it’s breakfast in bed, then it’s a nice lunch, and last but not least a good home cooked dinner with a little bit of wine. After dinner male reader takes Ghost to their room has him strip, then ties him down, cuts him, chokes him, marks him, degrades him, all while edging him and ruining his orgasm when he gets close. After a while of that the male reader overstimulates and breeds the ever living shit out of him. At the end of the session they are both a mess but the reader gets them cleaned up quickly and the fall asleep in each others arms.

P.s. I hope your health is improving and your not pushing yourself to hard. Also make sure to eat and drink properly. Love ya. 🖤🖤🖤

In favor of the holidays I popped my pussy making this fic for you my friend. Thank you for the little message at the end. To give you news i'm feeling a bit better! I love you too! 🤎🐻🤎

Probably like one of the longest things I ever wrote.

Warnings! HEAVY SMUT, knife kink, name carving, edging, overstimulating, degrading, choking, teasing, handjobs.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X TOP MALE READER

The day before Valentines Price gives the boys a day off, so they can be with family, friends, etc.

Simon is the one driving home as Y/n is deep in his phone in the passenger seat. "Don't you think it's too late to be Valentine shopping." Ghost says glancing at Y/n's phone.

"Yeah, but hey cut me some slack. I'm gonna make tomorrow perfect. For both of us because we deserve it." Y/n answers with a cheesy smile making Simon smile also.

The car ride home was full of conversation and laughter. Both partners talked to the other about whatever was on their mind until they reached home. As they get out of the car Y/n carries all of their bags inside.

"Should we cook or order something?" Y/n asks looking around the house making sure everything's in order. "Let's cook." Simon says taking off his mask ruffling his own hair a bit. "Alright, lets make F/c." Y/n says getting the pans while Simon gets the ingredients for the food. The two cooked side by side helping the other when needed.

Once the food was half way done Y/n gets an idea. "Hey love? Can you take over real quick?" Simon gives Y/n a side eye, but shakes his head yes grumbling something under his breath. "Thanks. I'll be right back." Y/n washes his hands real fast before giving Simon a kiss on the cheek as another thank you. Y/n leaves the kitchen walking to their bedroom before making sure Simon isn't following him or something he closes the door.

Y/n gets on his knees and looks under the bed getting a red heart shaped box from under it. stands up before putting it on his dresser. Y/n goes to his bag zipping it open picking up two knives one big and one small. Y/n puts the knives one on the right side and the other on the left. After that Y/n goes back to his bag getting out a black rope, the one he usually uses on the field. Y/n puts the rope in the middle of the box smiling to himself. Y/n closes the box finding some stuff to decorate it with before putting it in his night dresser.

Y/n walks out of the room going back into the kitchen. "What did I miss?" Y/n asks stalking up behind Simon. Y/n lays his chin on Simon's shoulder watching him cook.

Simon stops what he was doing and turns over to Y/n facing him. Y/n looks down at him with a smile. "I don't trust that smile, Y/n." Simon says feeling Y/n's hands at his waist. Y/n lowers his head giving Simon a passionate kiss using his hands to lift Simon off the ground moving to a clear counter laying Simon on it.

Simon spreads open his legs before wrapping them around Y/n's waist. Y/n stands in between his legs biting down on his neck. Simon tries to move his hands into Y/n's hair, but Y/n stops him holding his wrist down pinning him onto the counter.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me Simon." Y/n darkly says looking into Simon's brown eyes.

Y/n looks down at Simon's hard cock with a smirk and lets go of him walking away from his partner going back to the food. Simon groans getting off the counter walking up behind Y/n grinding onto him for friction.

"Go set the table." Y/n orders him with a smirk. "But--- Yes sir." Simon stops himself from arguing getting clean plates and utensils and setting up the table. Y/n serves the food and puts the leftovers inside a container.

Y/n sits down on his chair watching Simon getting both of them something to drink. Simon sits down in the seat next to Y/n trying to eat the food without trembling. "Fucking hell Simon, come here." Once Simon hears those words out of Y/n's mouth he rushes into his lap.

"Since you only messed up once, i'll let it slide. But do it again you're getting punished." Y/n unbuckles Simon's pants throwing the belt on the floor. Y/n pulls down Simon's pants alongside his underwear pulling them down until Simon's hard cock is out.

"Let's say this is your early Valentines gift." Y/n mumbles against Simon's neck wrapping his hand on his cock giving it a few lazy tugs before jerking him off properly.

Timeskip! Next day!

Y/n walks to the bedroom carefully holding the tray of food. Y/n creaks the door open quietly poking his head inside making sure his partner is still asleep. Y/n uses his foot to open the door fully and walks to Simon's side of the bed putting the tray on the nightstand.

"There." Y/n says mentally before leaving the room. After a while Y/n comes back with orange juice and a bright bouquet of red roses mixed with white. Y/n puts the juice on the tray before putting the flowers next to it.

"Y/n?" Simon's groggily voice rings out catching Y/n's attention. "Good morning love." Y/n says kissing Simon all over his face until he wakes up. "Y/n! I'm awake enough with the kisses." Simon says moving Y/n's face away from his own.

"I made you some breakfast." Y/n tells him helping Simon sit up and lay on the back board. "Jesus Christ ." Simon says with a groan and smile. Y/n puts the tray on Simon's lap.

"Oh here I forgot this." Y/n goes to his bag and takes out a black teddy bear wearing a skull mask. "Soap gave me this suggestion." "Course he did." Simon responds back rolling his eyes in the process. Simon stares at the food with a smile stuck on his face. Y/n sits on the bed next to Simon picking up the fork and stabs it into the sausage lifting it up to Simon's mouth.

"Now you're feeding me?" Simon says in his sarcastic tone opening his mouth letting Y/n feed him. "Shut up and let me spoil you." Y/n says getting more of the food putting it inside Simon's mouth.

"I love ya." Simon says looking to his side smiling at Y/n. "I love you too." Y/n kisses Simon passionately. Y/n pulls away with a smile.

After Simon is done with his food him and Y/n get dressed. "I forgot to thank you for the flowers Y/n." Simon says looking at the bouquet. "No need to thank me. It's Valentine's day i'm just showing you my love." Y/n responds back putting his shoes on.

"Where are we even going." Simon asks walking out of the front door with Y/n following shortly after him.

"An Zoo! But don't worry it's a special one. After that we're gonna have lunch eating with the penguins." Y/n tells him locking the house door behind him.

"Let's just have fun Simon. Relax I got everything under control. Or planned really."

TIMESKIP

It's night by the time Y/n and Simon come back home.

Y/n unlocks the front door opening it for Simon. "After you." Y/n says earning a sarcastic "Thank you." from Simon. Y/n follows in after shutting the door behind him.

"Go to the table alright." Y/n goes into the kitchen already getting the stuff out to cook with.

As Y/n is in the kitchen cooking, Simon finds some romantic candles and lights them putting them around the dinning room. Simon goes into the cabinets getting the most expensive/ fancy wine out. Simon walks inside the kitchen getting two wine glasses out, before walking back into the dining room.

After about twenty minutes or so Y/n comes into the dinning room holding plates of food. "Here ya go~" Y/n says playfully giving one plate to Simon before sitting down next to him. The two of them eat in comfortable silence. It was like there wasn't anything to talk about after from what they did today and either didn't mind it.

Y/n picks up his wine class and raises it up. "A toast. A toast to you and me. to Another perfect Valentine. Cheers." Ghost raises his own glass and clicks it to Y/n's before sipping the drink.

"I got one more surprise for us both to enjoy." Y/n says with a smirk knowing Simon would most definitely enjoy it. "Y/n you already have done so much today, there's really no need." Simon says remembering all of the things Y/n had done. (Even when Y/n almost bought him a penguin.) "Oh shut up. Cmon lets g. Forget everything here we are gonna finish the dinner tomorrow." Y/n says standing out of the chair, Y/n picks up his wine taking a big swing of it while Simon does the same following Y/n.

Y/n takes both glasses setting them down on a dresser before pulling Simon into the bedroom. Y/n shuts the door and turns around staring Simon down. "Strip Simon." Y/n orders walking to his own nightstand opening it pulling out the red heart shaped box out and laying it down on the end of the bed. "Good. I thought sluts like you couldn't listen." Y/n says. "Now, sit on the bed hands behind your back. And legs straight out "

Simon quickly does what hes told laying down in the middle of the bed hands behind his back. Y/n opens the red box grabbing the rope before tying Simon up roughly. Y/n lets out a stiff laugh looking down at Simon. "You're so fucking pathetic. You look so worthless. Letting me treat you like a cheap whore which you are and only going to be." Y/n holds Simon's jaw in a tight grip making him look up at him.

"You love it when I treat you like this huh? Like a cheap toy?" Y/n asks with a smirk on his face. Simon only nods his head yes. In one quick motion Y/n grabs Simon's throat choking him, pinning him to the head board. "Use your words." Y/n whispers into Simon's ear listening to him try to speak. Only gasp and failed words come out of Simon's mouth from needing air.

Y/n lets go of Simon watching Simon try to catch his breath. Y/n eyes travel down on Simon's body until Simon's hard cock catches his attention. "What a fucking slut. You're hard just from that? You're more pathetic than I thought." Y/n teases before getting the box from the edge of the bed.

"I'm not done playing with you yet. Since you're all hard and everything you can wait until i'm done playing. Alright?" "Yes sir." Simon responds back weakly.

Y/n opens the box revealing one big and one small knife Y/n mostly uses for battle. Y/n takes the small one doing a cool knife trick showing it off to Simon. "I'm gonna mark you as mine. Mine and mine only Simon." Y/n says looking for a place to start.

"Lets start with your shoulders. I'm only gonna use the big one just to cut you."

Y/n carefully begins to carve his name into Simon's shoulder. Y/n watches Simon squirm and move around while he tries to work. Y/n moves to the other shoulder carving his L/n into it. Y/n licks all of some blood off Simon's shoulders with a smirk.

Y/n begins to carve his initials into Simon's chest and stomach. Making sure each muscle had his initial. Simon's cock twitch and ache precum already leaking out of the tip making his cock look shiny and all wet.

Once Y/n decides Simon was done with the small knife he picks up the big one. "This one is for just cutting you." Y/n says cutting Simon's thigh as an example. "See, not bad. Because whores like you are into this. You love me treating you like an enemy cutting you." Y/n says with a smirk before cutting Simon all over his body.

"Y-Y/n!~ Pl--ease just fuck me already!" Simon finally cries out with a moan throwing his head back from the pleasure. Y/n puts his hand on Simon's throat forcing him to look at him. Slowly Y/n squeeze and squeeze choking Simon lightly.

"Please Y/n! I-I can't take it anymore..." Simon says groggily from needing air feeling his cock begins to ache. Y/n lets go of Simon's throat before guiding his hand down until he reaches Simon's cock. Y/n uses the precum on Simon's cock to make his hand wet then wraps his hand around Simon's cock jerking him off at a fast pace.

Simon thrust his hips into Y/n's fist eyes watering from pleasure. It doesn't take Simon long until he feels his cock twitch in Y/n's hands. "Y/n! Y/n! I'm bout to cum! going to cum!" Simon moans out squeezing his eyes shut feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n pulls his hand away with a light chuckle before getting off the bed.

"See you in like two or one hour! Depends how long the move is." Y/n says getting a vibrator and lube. Y/n opens the lube and applies it on the toy before moving the toy into Simon slowly.

"Better not cum. If you actually do what you're told i'll breed you nice and deep." Y/n says turning on the vibrator and setting it on its highest setting "Love ya! My own personal fuck toy." Y/n gives Simon a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room and out of the house.

Little timeskip!

After a few hours Y/n comes back into the house holding a tub of popcorn and other leftover snacks he brought with him. Y/n set them all down on the counter before walking into his shared bedroom.

Y/n opens the door seeing Simon moan and whimper tugging on the rope while his legs and thighs tremble.

"And I thought you honesty couldn't do it."

Simon whips his head to the side looking at Y/n's body in the door frame. Y/n walks inside the room shutting it behind him before taking off his own clothes.

"I think you proved me wrong. Little dumb whores like you actually has a brain." Y/n says once hes fully naked. Y/n picks up the control for the vibrator and turns it off.

Y/n unties Simon's legs spreading them wide open before pulling out the vibrator out of Simon slowly. Y/n sits in between Simon's legs lining up his cock to Simon's hole. Y/n thrust his tip inside of Simon before thrusting the rest of his cock inside of him. Simon shoots his load as soon as Y/n was inside of him. Simon paints his stomach and chest white with a long moan escaping his lips. From being edged for hours Simon felt like he was in heaven when he came. Y/n pays no attention and doesn't even give Simon a break from just cumming snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

Y/n pulling out just to slam right back into Simon causing him to moan and scream. Simon's face becomes ruined with tears and drool. Simon's body is moving up at down from Y/n's thrust.

Simon's hard cock is covered in his own cum making the scene even more erotic to look at. Y/n abuses Simon's hole as if he was only a toy not caring about how fast and rough he's being. "B-Breed me! fuckin breed! use me! Plea--se~ just use me. I wanna be your slut! I'm your fuckin slut!" Simon moans out feeling his cock twitch again.

Ghost's moans sounded like he was a pornstar. But his moans were fully real. "Gah!~ Y/n! harder! harder please fuck me harder!" Simon screams throwing his head back.

"Sooo good! Y/n your fuckin me so good!"~Simon listens to the bed creak and shake from Y/n's thrust. And he loves it. He hopes that their neighbors can hear him. He loves the way Y/n makes him feel and he isn't afraid of saying it (or really moaning it.) Simon cums again even harder from his last load even some landing onto Y/n.

The grip Y/n has on Simon's waist is most likely going to bruise, but neither of them didn't care.

Thrust after thrust Y/n feels his orgasm nearing. At this point Simon could barely keep his eyes open. "Breed me! Cum inside me! Please please please breed me Y/n!" Simon begs feeling Y/n's cock twitch inside him. Y/n lowers his body so he's able to kiss Simon. The two makeout sloppily moaning into the others mouth. Y/n finally cums deep inside Simon. Y/n paints Simon's walls white pulling away from the heated makeout laying his head on shoulder as slowly thrust into him.

After Y/n rides out his high he pulls out watching his own load leak out of Simon before finding a plug to keep it all inside.

Simon breathes heavy on the bed watching Y/n walk around the room getting towels for the both of them. Y/n quickly unties Simon and cleans the mess of his stomach and chest.

Y/n begins to clean his own body before putting the towels in a basket to get washed later.

Simon is quick to wrap his arms around Y/n like Y/n was a branch and he was the koala. Y/n wraps his arms around Simon holding him in the same hold Simon has him.

THE END

[shes4twnksinatrnchct]

Hell of a Show

Jake Kiszka x fem oc

Fifteen years after resigning from Greta Van Fleet, for reasons undisclosed to the public, Coley Payne is asked by her former band members to tell her side of the story.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, angst, fluff, first love, drug and alcohol abuse, mental health struggles, character death, familial grief, reference to sexual situations, *explicit sexual situations (smut warnings will be mentioned pertaining to each chapter it occurs in).

Words: 3k

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The Beginning: Interlude i

2039

She can’t keep her concentration. 

Not when he’s glancing around her house with the curiosity of a child, brown eyes scanning around the walls littered with years of photographs, decor, memorabilia, and souvenirs.

One photo in particular catches his eye. 

Possibly one of the first pictures she had taken after leaving the band consists of her holding a seven-year-old Collins on her hip while Kayce holds six-year-old Rhett on his back, the twelve-year-old in the picture smiling ear to ear with his aunt in front of the house she now lives in. 

It was bought without Jake’s knowledge in December of 2023, and was kept from him until the brief break in the tour after they finished their European leg. 

“I’m assuming that’s move-in day?” He points to the photo he’s so transfixed on, and she pokes her head from the kitchen to take a look. 

“Yeah.” She nods, clearing her throat with the discomfort of the conversation before ducking back into hiding, eyeing the frozen lasagna in the oven. 

He pieces together what parts of her life he hasn’t been here in person to witness…everything from vacations through various stages of her niece and nephews lives, to prom pictures, to photos of weddings he was invited to but couldn’t attend due to scheduling conflicts. 

Kayce’s, Collins’, and Rhett’s senior portraits are closer toward the hallway, and although they’re even older now than when the pictures were taken, it still blows his mind to think how fast time has flown by, and hurts his heart to think that he’s missed so much of it with her. 

 “Shit,” He hears her say under her breath, the top of the oven burning her hand, causing her to nearly drop the pan. 

Stepping into the kitchen, he sees another smaller fan perched on the kitchen counter, blowing on her and causing the stray strands of her hair to billow in its breeze. 

She’s chunking the lasagna onto the stovetop, discarding the hot pads from her hands, and examining her wound. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” She continues to herself, hissing through her teeth while her facial expression shifts at the sight of the very top layer of her skin rolled back.  

“Did you burn yourself?” He asks, making his way to her. 

“A little but it’s fine.” Coley assures him, flatly.

“Get some mustard on it.” He advises, and she rolls her jaw. 

“I don’t want mustard on it.” She insists, and he rolls his eyes and moves to her fridge to grab the yellow bottle anyway. “Mkay, I know you’re hard at hearing now since you’ve shot your eardrums through the years, but I said—”

“—I know what you said. And I also know you’re just gonna sit there and whine about it hurting instead of doing something about it.” He quickly rebuttals, popping the top of the bottle, and she holds her hand to her chest. 

“...Does it burn?” She inquires of him, raising her brows. 

“Not any worse than what it already does.” He shrugs, the woman still looking at him unconvinced. “If I have to fight you like I had to when you stepped on glass at the lake, I will.” 

Deciding not to have a rerun of him practically sitting on her while using his dad’s pocket knife to get the shard of broken bottle from the sole of her foot, Coley holds her hand out to him for him to generously graze her burn with a dollop of mustard. 

She’d seen him do it to himself over years of him getting burned cooking, but didn’t think it would actually work. 

Jake waits patiently for her mumbled out, “Thanks,” before he’s replacing the bottle in the fridge.

He’s about to step back to the living room, feeling an icy (regardless of the house being so obnoxiously hot his shirt is beginning to stick to his skin) unwelcome from her, despite the fact she invited him inside after he gave her a little more insight as to what the band is working on with Connie, until he sees her open a cabinet above her head and stand on her toes trying to reach a plate because her niece enjoys being tall and putting things out of her aunt’s reach.

Coley’s bracing herself on the counter to climb onto it when Jake steps behind her and reaches over her head.

She nearly melts to the floor from his close proximity, his warmth against her back, allowing her to get a good whiff of his cologne mingling with the same way he’s smelt since they were teenagers.

Jake’s struggling not to acknowledge that she’s nearly bent over the counter, her knee hiked from where she was about to hoist herself up.

“Thanks.” She says as soon as he hands her three plates and steps back so she can go back to standing.

“No problem.” He assures her with ease, hoping it’s enough to disguise the breath he’s struggling to catch while thinking of the most unattractive things he can to try to eliminate the discomfort below his belt.

“Can you go back there and knock on the last door on the left and tell Collins dinner’s ready?” Coley asks him, needing him to get away from her momentarily.

“Yeah,” He gladly takes the opportunity to escape, and steps to the hallway, a large smile soon overtaking his face. 

The whole hall is like a shrine to her time with the band. 

It’s paid tribute to with pictures of her, him, and the guys from their years of performing and touring—none of which fall in a particular order. 

He cringes at the couple of ones from their earlier shows, horrified with his hair and his clothes before taking note that his brothers are also very much styled like dorks—he’s sure Coley probably thinks as much of herself, too, but he’s too biased to think she never looked good. 

Then, of course, he makes the mistake of not looking away from the wall of the memories, stepping along the wood floors to take in many of the other pictures of later shows. 

One that he’s surprised to see is of their last show together. 

After the high of playing one of his dream venues, in the midst of taking a final bow and waving farewell, he kissed her. 

The silhouette of such is casually framed on her wall. 

It was public knowledge by that point that they were a couple, but never had they dragged their private life onto the stage aside from some looks and silent flirting. 

He assumed this would be the last picture he’d stumble across in her home—or at least without his face scribbled out of it. 

Collins' door swings open, the young woman stopping when she sees him, curiously stepping to his side to see what he’s looking at. 

One might argue it was perhaps one of the last few normal moments they shared together before it all went to hell. 

“God, that was forever ago.” She mumbles, gazing around at the photos surrounding it with gray eyes. “So much has changed since then.”

The ones that she’s in all range from infant to seven years old. 

Collins can tell which ones are post-accident or pre-accident just based on whether her mother or father is present in any of them with her or her brothers…Jake can tell the difference between pre or post-accident based on how exhausted Coley looks despite the smile on her face in every picture. 

“Your aunt said dinner’s ready.” He tells her, pulling his gaze from the photo that elicits the memory of the moment. 

“…I told her I was going out with Dominic.” Collins sighs at her aunt’s lack of listening skills. 

“Glad to know that hasn’t changed .” Jake says to her in reference to Coley only hearing half of what she wants to. 

“Tell me about it.” Collins scoffs, stepping to the kitchen. “Dominic’s about to be here.” She continues while her aunt blinks at her with a blank expression on her face. “I told you last night, remember?”

“Um, given the circumstances it kinda slipped my mind.” Coley scoffs, motioning toward the hallway that Jake’s making his way back up to join them. “What time are you gonna be home?” 

“Late.” Collins shrugs. 

“Where are you going?” Her aunt asks, next. 

“We haven’t decided yet.”

“When you do decide, please let me know.” 

“If it doesn’t slip my mind, given the circumstances.” Collins assures her, hearing the horn of her boyfriend’s car outside. “Bye, see you later,” She hugs at her aunt’s shoulders. 

“Bye. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye, Jake.” She pipes in passing. 

“Bye, Collie.” He says without a second thought, her childhood nick-name being the only thing he’s ever called her by unless she was in trouble for something. 

Collins smiles to herself upon hearing it as she walks to the door, while Coley tenses up. 

“He just honks the horn and she goes?” Jake asks once Collins has shut the door, locking it behind her. 

“Yes, Jake.” Coley replies while he takes the extra plate and puts it back up since it’s just the two of them, now.

“Kind of a dick move.” He mumbles, turning to face her.

 “Not everybody can be the pillar of chivalry that you are, Jake.” Coley’s voice is nothing short of smart-ass. 

He leans against the counter, forcing himself not to get any closer to her despite wanting nothing more, and her skin grows warm when she notices that he’s watching her. 

Jake doesn’t dare comment on the lack of sides, or bread, to accompany the lasagna, but one thing he can’t help but ask as she hands him over a plate of the pasta is, “Do you have any wine?” 

Coley pauses, knowing that he surely knows that she does. 

Cigarettes were tossed out twenty years ago, and she could cut back on drinking beer and hard liquor, but wine was a vice that she’d never not have access to. 

But it feels like a trap to get it out, now, because it’s like giving a mouse a cookie—especially when the cookie is wearing a shirt that’s not buttoned as it should be, and has a couple necklaces tucked behind one another splayed across the smooth skin of its chest.  

Yes…if one gives Coley and Jake wine, they’re going to reminisce, realize they miss one another, and decide they’re wearing too many clothes. 

At least that’s how the story went the last time they saw one another. 

“I do…but you need to be able to drive home tonight.” She quips, making it perfectly clear that his welcome does indeed have an expiration date. 

“Ouch.” He hisses through his teeth sarcastically, “Is your boyfriend gonna be home soon or something?” 

“If I had a boyfriend, you wouldn’t be in my house.” She promises him. 

He could easily dig up the past, throw in a comment or two that would irritate her even more, but he just keeps his mouth shut. 

“I have beer.” Coley offers, next, knowing he won’t turn that down.

She pauses and reaches into the fridge, grabbing a bottle and grabbing the bottle-opener that’s magnetized to the refrigerator. 

A soft hiss is let loose from the cap being unsealed, and she doesn’t look at him as she hands the drink over to him, too distracted with putting the bottle-opener back where it was. 

She glances at him momentarily when he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a sip, his throat shifting with his swallow that has her eyes practically paralyzed in a daze that is miraculously broken before he can notice her staring.

Coley merely pretends to have been busy the whole time, reaching for a paper towel to gently wipe the mustard off the back of her hand so she can’t smear it all over her kitchen in the midst of not paying attention to anything but him. 

They’re soon seated at the table, and Jake stabs around at the lasagna, forcing himself to eat a few bites of it to avoid being rude. 

It doesn't go unnoticed, Coley finally poking fun at him with an over-dramatic, “You’re being so brave, right now,” for him daring to at least try it. 

“Ha.” He flatly lets out, looking at her unamused before he cracks a grin. “I haven’t had frozen lasagna since that night Sherri had Collins—or was it Rhett? And we went to help her out since Trace worked nights.” 

Coley had forgotten about that in the midst of all that’s unfolded since then, and her eyes light up as a laugh falls from her lips. 

“And I burnt half of it?”  She adds, and he nods.

“I thought that was gonna finish your sister off, I’m gonna be honest.” He tells her, and she cackles. 

Sherri had awful baby blues at the time, that’s why Coley insisted on helping her as much as she could. 

Jake was an unsuspecting victim that night, wanting to tag along to spend the night and help out at Sherri’s and Trace’s with a newborn Collins. 

The two Payne sisters were both in tears before eight o’clock because Coley severely misread the instructions, and her older sister cried because Coley was crying—leaving Jake and Kayce to keep their mouth’s shut because neither of them were listening to their repeated attempt to reassure them it was going to be okay. 

  It was also the night she and Jake learned to be extremely meticulous about safe sex. 

“That night was the best birth control ever.” She rubs her forehead while he scoffs out through a grin, “Yeah, that fake baby you and Josh had to take care of for two weeks our Senior year was a breeze compared to just one night with a real one.”

“Oh, God, that was a nightmare.” Coley groans, recalling that Josh tried to ditch the simulated baby with her more times than not. “That made me so happy that there was never going to be a chance of him and I having a kid together.”

“Hey, we gotta give him credit. He did pretty damn good with the kids.” Jake takes up for his twin brother. “I think we all did given the very little amount of preparation we had and how fucking young we all were.”

Coley can’t argue it, especially with how sudden all of it happened. 

“Yeah, we did.” She agrees, an awkwardness soon finding them in the silence when the natural point to make, next, is also how suddenly it ended.

But Jake doesn’t dare speak about that, not again, wanting to avoid another fight like the last one they had. 

He’d known her since they were thirteen, and he knew she tended to make rash decisions—if she believed them to be the best option—without letting anyone else know she’d made them until she absolutely had to.  

She finishes her food and heads back to the kitchen with her plate when his phone rings, pulling him out of the room for a couple moments to be berated by his twin brother.  

When he returns to the kitchen, she’s drying their plates off from washing them and offering them to him to put back in the cabinet.

Clearing his throat, he puts them away and says, “I should get going.” 

“Is your girlfriend wanting you home?” Coley downplays her own curiosity as teasing sarcasm, and he pretends he doesn’t notice. 

“Just a ‘61 Gibson and a cat.” He retorts. 

“Does the Gibson feed the cat while you’re running around the world?” 

“You used to not mind all that running around the world.” Jake reminds her partially stern, raising his brows as he steps out of her way while she wipes down the counters.  

“Yeah, well, things change. Responsibilities change.” She offers up a hard pill for either of them to swallow, even fifteen years later. 

Again, he finds himself unable to argue with her out of not wanting to start another fight. 

“I’m supposed to meet Josh at the studio in a few hours and he’s actually gonna be on time—supposedly.” He explains, rubbing at his nose while she replies with a, “Ah,” to which he adds, “Our project meeting is two weeks from Saturday. We’re gonna meet at my house. I can get Josh to send you my address.”

“Are you afraid of having my number in your phone?” Coley teases, not realizing he actually is, wanting to spare her the drunk phone calls in the middle of the night to ask why they aren’t together anymore. 

Jake only laughs her off, not answering her question before she’s asking, “Is it mandatory?” 

“No, but if you don’t show up Josh will probably come find you.” He warns. 

It wouldn’t be the first time his brother has had to hunt her down and drag her practically kicking and screaming to attend meetings. 

“What time do I need to get there?” Coley sighs out, finally looking at him again once she deems the kitchen cleaned up, crossing her arms.

It adds a strain to her glistening chest through her tank-top, and he has to use the will of God himself not to allow his eyes to even dare fall to the exposed skin. 

“Well, it’s set for five o'clock—we’re eating dinner there—but you can show up anytime you want to.” 

“So, it’s set for five o’clock but won’t start until nine o’clock because that is five o’clock Josh-time?” She double-checks, and Jake’s smile practically ignites the room they’re in. 

“Yes.” He nods. “And you can, um, invite Collins and the boys if you want to—for dinner. I know Jules is coming with Danny, so they’ll get to see her if they come.”

“Okay, I’ll let them know.” She agrees. 

“Thanks for dinner.” Jake adds. 

“Thanks for not telling me it was shit.” Coley replies, following him while he grabs his keys and heads to the door, letting out a quiet laugh at her words. 

“Well, I hope your A/C gets fixed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my clothes on next time if it doesn’t.” He sighs once they get onto the porch. 

“There is no ‘next time’.” She shakes her head. 

“…Right.” He shrugs, telling her what she wants to hear while holding an air of mischief in his words. 

“Jake, seriously, no more visits.” She states while he unlocks his car. 

“Okay.” He nods, his tone sarcastic. 

“Jake, no more.” Coley warns and he cranks his car, rolling the window down after he shuts the door to call out, “So, same time next month! Got it!” 

Giving up, she rolls her eyes and throws her two middle fingers up that he gladly returns while backing out of the drive. 

There’s a sense of accomplishment he can’t but feel when the last thing he sees before pulling off is her smile.

That accomplishment lasts only so long before it’s taken over by the same overwhelming thought that she’s asking herself as well: 

“What the hell are you doing?”

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