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thecheeseoracle · 5 months ago
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Alien Poppy Character Sheet (。・∀・)ノ゙
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I finished it! Went through several hours' worth of space music while finishing this lol. I wasn't sure what else to add to the second page so it's a little bland but I'll update it when I have more ideas :> Maybe I'll make a sheet with Alien Trolls' language
Astro Brozone is next... ( •̀ ω •́ )
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seungkw1 · 7 months ago
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better late than never — kmg
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♡ pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], best friends to lovers, non-idol au ♡ wc: 2.7k ♡ warnings: size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), riding, unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, mingyu is a boob guy, praise kink if u squint ♡ a/n: written for my bestie <3 and posting just in time for his birthday - happy mingyu day!!
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knock-knock-knock-knock
“come on! let me in!!” 
you approach your front door, but you don’t unlock it yet. 
“what happened to the copy of my key i gave you?” you inquire to the voice on the other side. 
“i forgot it!” 
you turn the deadbolt, opening the door to reveal the man standing outside - the look on his face is sheepish as he stands there, arms full of grocery bags. 
“kim mingyu i asked you to get me three things, not the entire store,” you say incredulously. 
“i saw your fridge the other day. you literally only had cheese, beer, and a jar of pickles in there,” he retorts, shooting you a judgemental look. 
“the three main food groups.”
mingyu rolls his eyes as he enters your apartment. “whatever, i'm cooking you dinner. a real dinner.”
“aye aye captain,” you say as you jokingly salute him. 
you met mingyu freshman year of college, when he burst through the door of your dorm room - thinking it was his own (he was on the wrong floor). his eyes turned wide as saucers as he realized his mistake. 
“SORRY,” he blurted out before fleeing out of the room. he was gone before you had even processed what happened. 
the next day he returned - this time knocking first. you opened the door to see the tall man, holding two packs of ramen. 
“sorry about yesterday,” he apologized, still a bit embarrassed. “i'm an idiot and thought i was on the sixth floor.”
“you're not an idiot, mistakes happen. it's okay,” you assured him amiably. 
“thanks, i’m glad you’re not mad at me or anything,” he replied with a smile. he extended the ramen to you. “it’s not much but i just… felt like i should bring a gift for some reason?” he told you, looking like he was second guessing himself as the words came out of his mouth. 
“ooo it’s the good kind too,” you replied eagerly as you took the ramen from him. “you wanna have one right now?”
he looked surprised, but delighted at your suggestion. 
“actually that would be awesome, those were my last two,” he admits with a laugh. you grin back at him. 
“well, come on in. again.”
and so mingyu inadvertently became your best friend. if not for the dorm incident, you probably never would have even crossed paths with him - he was your typical business bro, while you were majoring in psychology and literature. but, something just clicked between you two. 
a handful of years later now, he’s still your closest friend. and here he is, in your kitchen, grabbing the appropriate pots, pans, and utensils to get started on his spaghetti carbonara. as independent of a person as you are, you're not particularly the best chef - so you're grateful for his culinary expertise and willingness to make food for you. 
over dinner, mingyu is his usual chatty self. he tells you about his day, about how his neighbor has picked up the irritating hobby of learning to play the trumpet, about the dog he met yesterday while at the park, about his new coworker who seems to like him a little too much. 
“well, is she cute?” you ask nonchalantly, swirling the wine in your glass.  
“huh?” your question seems to catch him off guard. “i don't know. i mean, i've never thought about it.”
“bullshit,” you tell him, taking a big sip. 
“it's true!”
“right. well think about it, is she?”
“she's conventionally attractive i guess. i don't know why it matters though,” he says sincerely. 
“well if she likes you and she’s cute, you should ask her out.”
“that would be extremely unprofessional,” he scoffs, appalled at your suggestion. “besides, she's not my type.”
“what, is she weird or something?”
“no. and besides, i like weird. but i definitely don't see her like that.”
“what do you mean, you like weird?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. 
“i mean, you’re weird. and i like you.” he says it matter-of-factly, as if he was telling you the grass is green. 
“okay well obviously you don't want to date me,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “but come on, you haven't dated anyone in years. i'm trying to help to you here.”
the expression on his face changes, but you can't quite decipher what he’s thinking. 
“i don't need help.”
you give him a weird look. 
“not like that!” he quickly insists. “i just mean, don't worry about me, i’m fine.”
“ooookay, whatever you say gyu.”
his face remains calm, but you notice the corners of his mouth twitch upward slightly. normally, he’s not a fan of the nickname, but you know you're the only one who's allowed to call him that. he’s told you before. 
“well, what about you?” he asks suddenly. 
you look at him while chewing a big bite of pasta, confused. “what about me what?”
“are you, like… seeing anybody these days?” 
he speaks timidly, as if treading on eggshells. 
“why? are you asking me out?”
“ha ha, very funny,” he says sarcastically. he then shrugs. “i was just curious.”
“i actually did go on a date last week,” you admit. he looks up, surprised. 
“really? how'd it go?”
“surprisingly, really good,” you tell him.
“that's good. you have a long history of terrible first dates.”
“it was a second date, actually.”
mingyu pauses. “and you didn't tell me about the first one? fake as hell.”
“oh shut the fuck up,” you tease back, grinning at him. 
he picks up the bottle of wine sitting on the table. “should we finish this?” he asks. 
“duh.”
he removes the cork, pouring you another glass before refilling his own. 
after the delicious meal, you begin to clean up the kitchen, but mingyu quickly gets up and takes the dishes from your hands. 
“i got it.”
“you did all the cooking, let me do it,” you tell him. 
“nope,” he insists, already scrubbing plates. 
you help anyway, but mingyu is fast. the kitchen is sparkling within ten minutes. 
“damn, this looks better that it did before you got here,” you remark as you start the dishwasher. 
“don't go on a third date.”
you freeze. you look back at mingyu - he's reclining against the kitchen counter. his face, sincere. 
“what?” you ask hesitantly. 
“i said, don't go on a third date.”
he rises, walking toward you. he stops inches away from you, extending his arms, leaning his palms on the counter on either side of you. his face hovers above yours, his warm eyes locked onto yours. 
“gyu, are you drunk?” you ask, knowing full well he's not. your heart is suddenly pounding. 
“i'm not.” he brings his hand up to your chin, tilting your face upwards. “can i kiss you?”
you’re stunned, standing motionless, breathing deeply as he strokes your jawline softly with his thumb. sure, you’d thought about the possibility of dating mingyu before. more than once, even. and you figured he’d probably thought about dating you before. but truly, you never thought he had serious feelings for you. 
but here you are, pinned against your kitchen counter by your best friend. your best friend, who happens to be incredibly attractive. and the way your heart is racing - you really do want to kiss him right now. 
you try to think logically, rationalizing whether this is a good decision, but the emotional part of your brain takes control. you kiss him. you kiss him - and he kisses you, and you stand there, in your best friend’s arms, kissing each other, as if you'd both been waiting for this moment for years. and deep down, you know you have been. 
mingyu grabs hold of you, pulling you up onto the counter. you wrap your arms around his waist, running your hands slowly up and down his torso, feeling his toned body through his soft shirt. he caresses you gently, kissing you still - you're suspended in time, just the two of you, bodies connected like never before. you suddenly cannot believe you've spent years with this man and never once made out with him - but better late than never. 
he softly brings his hands to your sides. your lips finally part - you instantly miss the sensation. he slides his hands under your shirt, pausing right before he reaches your breasts.  
“can i touch them?” he asks, his voice breathy. you nod fervously. he caresses your over your bra, kissing you again as he squeezes your tits in his large hands. you inadvertently let out a soft moan. mingyu grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you. he looks at you in awe. 
“you're so perfect.” 
he is utterly gushing and swooning over you right now. you feel your heart skip a beat. 
you slip your hands under his shirt, running your hands over his abs and chest. he pulls his shirt off too, standing there before you. you've seen mingyu shirtless before, but not like this. his muscles are striking, perfectly sculpted - his golden, sunkissed skin glows beautifully. you feel a sudden, strong carnal urge to lick him, kiss him, bite him all over. 
you look up at him - the look in his eyes reciprocating your desire. you hop off the counter, taking his hands in yours. you pull his arms, tugging him in the direction of your room. his cheeks turns flush as he realizes your intent - a roguish grin spreads across his face, revealing his pointy canines you’ve always loved.
mingyu wastes no time taking your pants off as you throw yourself onto the bed, reclining against the soft pillows. he gazes at you lustfully as you lay there in your lingerie, unzipping his pants and pulling them off as fast as humanly possible. you feel throbbing in your core at the sight of him standing there - his light gray underwear doing absolutely nothing to disguise the prominent erection underneath. 
he crawls into bed, his body hovering above yours. you wrap your arms around his broad torso, pulling his large frame into yours as you begin to move your hips, grinding against his cock - the wet spot on your panties grows as you rub your cunt against him. it was clear from the moment he took his pants off that he is big, but feeling its length, its thickness, against your clothed pussy is making you clench around nothing - making you wish you were clenching around him instead. 
mingyu gently grabs your arms, pinning them next to your head as he interlocks his fingers with yours. his lips lightly graze against yours. 
“are you sure you want to do this?” he asks softly. you nod immediately. 
“yeah.”
he buries his head into the crook of your neck, kissing you repeatedly. he gradually makes his way down your body, his hands moving to take your bra off, but he pauses.
“can i-”
“you can do whatever you want to me,” you interject.
you feel his cock twitch. “oh god, don't tell me that.”
he unclasps the hook, letting out a moan at the sight of your bare tits. immediately he takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud before taking it between his lips. he sucks on your tit like his life depends on it - his hand squeezing and pinching the other as his cock grinds against your core. you're gone already - a moaning mess, putty in his hands. he eventually switches sides, cool air hitting the wetness remaining on your nipple. you get the feeling mingyu could suck your tits forever. 
he eventually moves on, planting kisses down your stomach as he situates himself between your legs. he kisses your inner thighs - slowly approaching your core, but not touching you just yet. you whimper as he finally touches his lips to your clit over your thoroughly wet underwear. he licks you slowly, his tongue running over the thin fabric several times before he slips his finger underneath, pulling your underwear aside, exposing your soaked core. he groans at the sight of it. 
“fuck, just as pretty as i imagined.”
you part your lips to say something, but your words become lost - instantly replaced with cries of pleasure as he begins eating you out. you run your fingers through his hair, grasping onto it as he sucks repeatedly on your clit. he places a large hand on your belly, applying pressure, as he takes two fingers to your pussy, slipping them in with ease. you moan as he begins to fuck you, your hips beginning to buck. 
“more,” you beg. 
you cry out as he adds a third finger - your cunt has never felt so full, but you know this is nothing compared to how his cock would feel in you. he continues sucking your clit, heat rising in your lower stomach as you feel yourself nearing orgasm. you writhe in pleasure, screaming mingyu’s name as he makes you cum - and he makes you cum hard. 
your head spins as you come down from your powerful high. as you catch your breath mingyu crawls back up, laying against you, his radiant body heat making your skin turn hot. he strokes your cheek, pressing his lips hungrily against yours once more. 
“can you… will you ride me?”
your pussy throbs at the mere thought. wordlessly you nod. mingyu reaches down, sliding your panties off before discarding his own underwear. you gasp softly as his cock springs free. you reach down, taking hold of it - its size making your hand appear tiny in comparison. he leans his head back, sighing as you stroke his length, your palm becoming wet with his precum.
you give him a push, rolling over on top of him. his tip grazes your wet cunt as you straddle him, his eyes locked onto yours intensely. you sit up, taking his cock in your hand, rubbing it against your folds a few times, before finally slipping it inside. you slowly lower yourself onto it, whining softly as its thickness stretches you. mingyu groans as you bottom out, sitting entirely on his cock. you haven’t even moved yet, but his breathing is heavy, inhaling deeply as he reaches up to grab onto your breasts. you begin to ride him, slowly moving your hips up and down, his cock filling you up beyond anything you could’ve imagined. you gradually increase your pace, both of you moaning at the overwhelming sensation, until you are fully bouncing on his cock, your palms resting against his muscular chest to steady yourself as you unravel over him. 
mingyu begins to whimper. “you’re so fucking hot,” he utters between heavy breaths. “you’re gonna make me cum.” 
you ride him relentlessly, crying out at how good he feels inside you. his eyes close as he releases, thrusting his hips powerfully as he cums in your pussy - the warmth of his cum filling you up. your pace slows, riding him gently as he finishes, his moans tapering off as he begins to come down. you settle onto his cock, laying on him as you kiss him. he kisses you back lovingly, one hand running through your hair, the other caressing the small of your back. you lay there for a while, his chest rising up and down as he breathes deeply. your heartbeat slows, pounding heavily in your chest as you recover.
slowly, he finally pulls out. you roll to his side, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace, squeezing him with all your might. he giggles. 
“mingyu?” you ask softly after several moments of silence.
“hm?”
“you should’ve told me sooner.”
he sighs. “i wanted to - many times. but i didn’t want to risk our friendship. i didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“i think… i think i’ve always loved you. i just never realized it.”
mingyu smiles. he gives you a kiss on the forehead.
“so… what does this mean? for us,” he asks you.
you look up - his warm eyes are fixated on you, optimistic, awaiting your answer.
“well, i really don’t think anything is going to change.” a nervous look washes over his face - you quickly add, “except that we fuck now and also i want you to be my boyfriend.”
he closes his eyes, letting out a laugh. he pulls you closer into his embrace.
“i like the sound of that.”
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yndrgrl · 1 year ago
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katsuki bakugo has a glow up during summer break, & now he has a lot of girls' attention
fluff. ooc! bakugo. bits of jealousy. sfw. x reader. acquaintances to lovers. long ass fic.
a/n: the horny content will continue after this message :) also i kinda got nerdy so just ignore my rambles about fighting haha
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the whispers & murmurs buzzed like bugs throughout the halls of u.a. you couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard lower classmen gush about how good katsuki looks, how he definitely had a summer glow up.
it's not that he was bad looking before, that's just not the case. so, when you heard that he somehow got hotter over the span of a few months, you grew curious.
your best friend, ochaco, began to rave about him. "no, you don't understand, y/n. have you seen him yet?"
"i haven't yet, but it doesn't matter! he's still rude as hell!" you told her. "besides, aren't you still going after midoriya?"
"yeah, but i can still appreciate attractive people," she retorted, shoving the rest of her her breakfast-on-the-go in her mouth. you fished your phone out of your school cardigan pocket to change your music when, like a kdrama (or a shitty fanfic), you ran into something-- no, someone.
speak of the devil. "oi! watch it!" the abrasive blonde spun around & met your eyes. his harden glare soften oh so subtly.
"i'm sorry," you quaintly apologized. it's the first day & the first hour of the next 180 days, & you're not going to get in a fight.
"it's whatever, just make sure where you're going next time," katsuki responded. his tone was still harsh, yet what he said was almost nice.
he walked off into the both of yours' classroom, leaving you & ochaco stunned. you both stared at each other, mouths agape. "what just happened?" she finally spat out.
"i have no idea."
"WAS HE JUST NICE?"
a week later, you sat in class, listening to mr. aizawa drone on about something so utterly boring, you'd rather stick your head in a toilet & flush it yourself. you let your eyes wander around the class. for the most part, everyone stayed the same.
then, your eyes landed on katsuki, who was seated by the window. now that you had time to think about it, he did change. his jawline was a tad sharper, his hair appeared more soft, & his shirt clung onto every inch of his upper body. he definitely bulked up during the summer.
his skin is clear, he must've also began caring for a sense of style because his fingers displayed grunge rings, & his eyes were somehow a darker, more alluring shade of crimson. wait, his eyes... were staring at you.
no, he was staring at you staring at him.
god, you felt like a creep. you were expecting him to yell at you, scowl through gritted teeth, but no. he didn't do any of that. he shot you a smirk, then went back to jotting notes.
confusion settled in after embarrassment. you couldn't help that a light pink dusted your cheeks. it wasn't noticeable though, thank goodness.
the subtle, weird antics didn't stop. maybe he's just playing with me or something, you wondered. or maybe i'm looking too much into thinks.
when passing him in the halls, he'd acknowledge you by giving you a small nod-- even if his friends were talking his ears off. he'd hold the doors open for you & only you, but would walk away quickly. he was treating you differently then he treats everyone else, & you don't know why.
"bakugo~" a girl you barely recognized greeted. "you look handsome today!"
he & his friends sat on the other side of your friends' long table. you were the closest to his squad, only three seats away from them. they could hear your conversations, but that means you could hear theirs.
"shut it, & eat your food," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. with his chopsticks, he picked at his bento box.
"ooo~ what did you pack?" she pressed as she inched closer to him. "aww, did your mom make that?"
"no, i did," he raised his voice. she wouldn't take the hint though.
she merely giggled, asking, "could you feed it to me? i wanna try some~" she crossed her arms under her breasts to intensify her cleavage. she was picture perfect, to say the least. any other guy would be drooling at the sight of her.
not bakugo though. he was goal-oriented, focused on the future, & not into dating from what you gathered. a small part of you is bummed out that he isn't interested in romance. he was practically everything you wanted in a guy after all-- just minus the whole "jerk" part.
"what are you looking at, bakugo?" you didn't realize you were staring -once again- until the girl whipped her head around & caught your gaze. her cattish smile dropped into a thin line. "quit staring, idiot-"
"don't call her that, bitch."
both yours & her eyes widened at the quickness & unexpected defensiveness spewed by bakugo. he stuck some of his egg omelette in his mouth, unbothered.
"wh-what? i don't think i heard you, bakugo."
he swallowed his food, ran his tongue across his top teeth, and started to pick up more food with his chopsticks, reiterating, "don't talk to y/n like that, got it?" he put the food in his mouth.
she scoffed, humiliated. "i have to leave," she said, voice dropping at least an octave. your eyes trailed her as she sat with her friends, & they immediately began gossiping. how could you tell? the way they all looked back at you with a nasty expression on their faces.
you returned your attention back to bakugo, who had both your friends & his friends floored with what just happened. "thanks for that," you started. "you really didn't have to do that."
"i know i didn't, but someone had to shut her up."
you replied, "i mean, i'm sure there was a nicer way."
"i tried," he told you with that small smirk on his face again. "she didn't get the hint, i have to be more obvious."
"yeah, in more ways than one," a friend on his side, sero, snickered.
"hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" classic katsuki, reverting back to yelling.
ever since that happened, your friends haven't stopped talking about it since. "guys, c'mon. it's almost been a week," you groaned. you were all getting ready in the school locker room to do hand-to-hand, no quirk combat with a celebrated instructor.
"i think bakugo likes you~" ochaco teased in a sing-songy voice.
you tried to reason, "maybe he was just annoyed with her, & it has nothing to do with me."
"i don't know, y/n," momo laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "he seemed pretty into you."
"no way, not bakugo-"
"well, why not bakugo?" mina, who just so happened to be good friends with said man, asked while she slipped on her shoes.
"because we all know what he's like. he doesn't really scream the dating type, you know?" you grabbed a water bottle & locked your back into your locker.
mina shrugged, & ochaco said, "you said one time that bakugo was the closest to your type... do you like him?"
"WHAT?"
the rest of the conversation was cut short when tsuyu pointed out they should be in the training room by now, causing all the girls to scramble out of the locker room.
the instructor, once the bell rang, introduced himself. he was a nice man seemingly. he was a well-seasoned martial artist who knew what he was talking about.
after his brief speech, he had his assistant -a younger, more egotistical guy- be his dummy when explaining a move. "does anyone have any questions?" he asked. no one answered. "cool, find a partner, & try it out."
everyone scurried to find their partners. pair by pair, no one chose you... all except-
"hey you, be my partner," bakugo practically demanded.
"me?"
"no, the wall behind you. yes, you, y/n," he joked, the same smirk only you get to see on his face. this time, however, it was a full-blown smirk.
"are you sure?"
"yeah," he scoffed, dragging you by the arm to an empty space. he studied how your face contorted from surprise to concern. "listen, if you think you're gonna drag me down or whatever, you're not-"
"no, it's not that," you interrupted. you felt your pride inflate slightly.
"then what is it?"
"i just don't want to hurt you."
it was his turn to be shocked. what did you mean by that?
the first hour went by, techniques were taught, & moves were learned. however, now it was the time that really put things to the test: open spar. it was at this time in training when things got heated. everyone in the room gives it their all no matter what, so the atmosphere turns into something animalistic, yet so empowering.
but before that, is a small water break. speaking of water, where did you leave yours? you swear you brought it in. bakugo must've seen how confused you appeared when he offered (or told you), "here, take some of mine."
too thirsty to even care the open-mouthed expressions from your peers, you took the bottle from his outstretched hand. "thank you!" you cheered, taking a few sips then handing it back to him.
"was that even enough? you barely drank anything," he jested. it sounded like he was teasing you, but, again, he said something like he cared about your well-being.
"yeah, i'll be fine. the worst that can happen is i'll faint."
"you better not. i need a good training partner."
"oh whatever, you're getting a good training partner."
suddenly, the instructor boomed, "water break is over! get back with your partner for sparring!"
once everyone huddled back with their partners & got situated, the instructor explained briefly that everyone will be grappling ("no striking" he repeated ten times as well) five minute rounds, switch partners, another five minute round, & so on so forth. "alright got it?"
"yes sir!"
"good," he nodded to his assistant, who got the stop watch ready, "3, 2, 1, go!"
yoy & katsuki go into your stances. one thing about being shorter than him is that, in the game of wrestling, you're at in advantage at first. "don't go easy on me," you told him, it was meant as a warning
"i was just about to tell you i wasn't." the moment he finished, he took a double-leg shot. it was executed near flawless-- emphasis on the near.
you sprawled your legs back, collapsing your body on top of his. you drove your shoulder into his neck, which resulted in bakugo's face smushed against the mat. he might be strong, but no one's neck is that strong to hold up an entire person. you heard him audibly groan "fuck!"
you caught his arm & his head with one of yours. the two of you were on your knees, but your goal was to get him flat, stomach down. with his trapped arm & leg, you pulled him out from under you & quickly sped towards his back. you mounted him, keeping yourself close to his. you gazed up at your instructor, who gave you a knowing nod of approval.
like a good fighter, katsuki sprung his head up. he missed your nose, instead having his skull collide with your cheek. it hurt, but you had to keep going. "since when did you learn how to wrestle?"
"what do you mean?" you thought everyone knew. you swore that you've mentioned it in front of the class.
"you're fucking good, you know that?" he praised as he fought of your hands.
"you're not too bad yourself," you told him before you crossbody locked him.
"no, i'm being serious. you're too damn good. you're gonna be my partner every time we grapple."
you & bakugo, now you call him katsuki, have only grown closer since then. he would take time out of his study session to ensure you understood the material. before he could finish, the library assistant -a girl around your age- would ask if he needed help with anything, shy blush on her face.
other times he'd walk with you back to your dorms when a group of girls would ask for his number.
it was a constant occurrence; girls notice him, ask for something, then ultimately get rejected. it wasn't in a nice way either. he always degraded & humiliated them, but they'd let him because of how handsome he was.
it was a saturday afternoon where you & katsuki got food from a nearby convenience store & sat in the park. no scheduled training or overwhelming amounts of homework. he insisted on paying for you, & who are you to reject free food?
"okay, but i really have to ask," you started, eating your food, "why aren't you dating anyone?"
"i don't know," he simply put it, downing a bottle of a protein drink.
"you do know, you're just not telling me." you actually didn't know if that was true, you were just bluffing.
"fine, i'm just waiting for a some girl to realize i like her," he admitted so nonchalantly, as if he didn't drop a mind bomb.
your mood dampened. he was your dream guy, the more you hung out with him. you might have developed a crush on him, yet you didn't even realize he liked anyone else.
"no way! who?" you had to sound enthused or he would know something was up.
"no one, forget i said anything," he cleared.
"i want to know~ i can help find out her favorite flowers or something so you can confess!"
"really?" he asked, brow quirked. you nodded your head.
"tch, alright. what's your favorite flower?"
that didn't make any sense. "what?"
"you said that you're gonna help me confess, so what's your favorite flower?"
"katsuki, i don't think she has the same favorite flower than me."
"oh my god, you're so fuckin' dense," he muttered under his breath. "i want to know your favorite flower, y/n, so i can confess." his cheeks reddened as he gave you intense stare, studying your expression. it was still confused.
"confess to who-" he cut you off by putting his hand behind your head & pulling you into a kiss. it was gentle, passionate, & truly shocking to you.
"confess to you, idiot," he panted when the two of you pulled away. "i'm already here," he said with a fuck-it attitude.
"y/n, i've liked you for a long time, a really long time. i thought i made it obvious but you never really caught on cuz you're a dumbass or something."
you laughed, & he smiled at you.
he continued, "so then shitty hair told me i had to make it even more obvious, so that's what i've been doing this entire year."
"but all those girls-"
"yeah well i didn't know i was getting a fan club this year. honestly, they don't fuckin' matter though. what matters is you & i," he told you, his face still so close to yours. "so tell me, if you feel the same."
"i-i do," you stuttered out. in your defense, you were not used to such close proximity to anyone, let alone a sculpture chiseled by ancient greeks themselves.
"say it again," he said, voice deep & eyes half lidded. "i need to hear it again."
"i do, katsuki," you repeated per his request. "i really, really like you."
he pulled you into another kiss, & you both felt each other smile. it felt right.
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lulunothulu · 3 months ago
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“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 10
Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader
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Summary: after Bradley and Nat in vote themselves over and you tell Nat you and Jake almost kissed, Natasha had the great plan of playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Other than feelings being caught? 👀
Content: drinking, some swearing, definitely some tom-foolery, mild smut (touching), fingering, fluff
Word Count: who even knows 😂
A/N: just like the last chapter, you don’t have to read the whole “A Bullseye to the Heart” series. This can be read alone! (However I would read the last one bc it adds more to this one) ENJOY!!! 💗🤠
Chapter 10
“I cannot believe you did this,” you whisper to Natasha.
“You thank me later after you and Bagman are getting hot and heavy,” she whispers back, causing you to slap her arm. Natasha chuckles before clearing her throat for Bradley and Jake to listen. “The rules are, you spin the beer bottle, whoever you land on has to choose either kissing you, seven minutes on heaven, or passing. But you only get two passes!”
Jake and Bradley nod.
“So if you land on Jake three times, and you’ve already skipped him twice, you have to kiss him or seven minutes in heaven,” you tell Bradley.
Bradley smiles, taking a swig of his beer and winking at Jake. “Oh, I plan on planting one on him.”
“Gross,” Natasha laughs. “Okay, let’s get started.”
After an intense game of rock, paper, scissors, Bradley gets to be the first one to spin the bottle. Fortunately for Jake, it lands on Natasha who sits across from him.
“What’re you choosing, Nat?” Jake asks, eyes on you.
“Imma choose kiss,” she responds, getting up from her sitting position on the floor and crawling to Bradley who welcomes her with open arms.
With one swift peck on the lips, Natasha laughs. “That tickled. Okay my turn!”
She spins, landing on you.
“Oh miss Y/N,” she sing-songs. “What’re you choosing?”
You smile at her and wink. “I think I’ll kiss you, my love.”
“It’s not like you haven’t before,” she smiles.
“Wait what?” Jake asks.
You move to your left and plant a firm kiss on Natasha’s lips, smiling when she squeezes your left boob.
“Ah just like old times,” she says when you pull away.
“Old times?!” Jake practically squeaks.
“Hush, it’s Y/N’s turn,” Nat says.
To your right, Bradley tells Jake the short but hilarious story of the time you and Natasha got so drunk, you made out. Jake’s eyes widen and he blushes, adjusting himself in his shorts.
You take the time to spin the bottle, watching as it spins for a few seconds before landing between Jake and Bradley.
“Ooo, spinners choice!” Natasha slurs. “Who’s it gonna be, Bullseye?”
You take a swig of your beer, looking between Jake and Bradley.
As much as it would be funny to see Jake get jealous that you’re kissing Bradley, you’d rather not kiss the man who was like a brother to you.
“Jake,” you declare. Jake’s eyes sparkle in delight as you crawl your way to him and ask, “What’re you choosing, Bagman?”
“Kiss,” he says simply before grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.
They’re soft, and expertly moving along with yours as you deepen the kiss by pressing yourself into him more.
Around you, Bradley and Natasha whoop and holler, causing you to pull away. You crawl backwards back to your spot on the floor and smile when Jake’s eyes linger on you.
“Alright, Jakey Poo,” Bradley nudges. “Your up.”
———
Three rounds later, two used passes from both you and Jake in order to not kiss Bradley, and one kiss between Bradley and Jake, it’s finally your turn to choose what you want to do with Jake when the bottle finally lands on you again.
“Seven minutes,” you say, a smile forming on your lips .
“We’ll be here.” Natasha winks at you before pulling Bradley’s arm and asking Jake , “Can Bradley borrow some swim trucks? We wanna go for a swim.”
“It’s only seven minutes,” Bradley interjects. Natasha gives him a death glare before he connect the dots and smiles.
“Sure, in the top drawer,” Jake points in his room, eyes solely on you.
You lead Jake into your room, watching as he closes the door behind him and sets a timer on his phone.
“So, Bullseye,” Jake starts, looking up from the phone with a smile before setting it on your drawer.
However, he never gets to finish what he was going to say because your lips are on his, arms wrapped around his neck.
You surprised yourself—Jake too, at that.
You’d fully expected to be shy and wait for him to kiss you, but the moment his eyes landed on yours you felt the warmth and determination fill your veins.
Jake was surprised but he loved that you were being bold. Must’ve been the liquid courage.
He pulls away, blue-green eyes bright and smile wide.
“How long have you been waiting to do that?”
“Since our first kiss,” you breathe.
Jake smiles, bringing your lips to his and body close again.
You couldn’t believe you were in his arms, kissing him, touching him. You snaked am arm to Jake’s chest, feeling his heart beat steady against your palm. You could feel his hard abs on your own, his dick hardening against your hips. Almost as if on cue, you could feel your core moisten—you were ready for him if he wanted you. You moan in to his mouth when his hands slide down your back and land on your ass, his light squeeze sending you straight to the edge but not quite over.
“Jake,” you mutter into his lips.
“Yes?” He responds, pulling away slightly and eyes searching your opened ones.
“Can you touch me?”
Jake breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought you were gonna tell me to stop.”
You laugh, about to say something else when he pulls you into another deep kiss.
This time, however, his hands wander your body. They leave your ass momentarily, trailing up the curves of your waist in a slow and passionate way—like he wanted to take his time with you.
And he did.
Jake wanted to touch every inch of your body—explore it, relish in it—before he even got to taste it. He trailed his hand up to your neck again, pulling you back a bit before walking you to the edge of the bed. “Sit for me.”
You obey, loving the way his eyes darken in lust. Your eyes follow as he squats before you, large hands landing on your thighs and sliding up and down. The motion alone sent chills down your spine.
“Did you purposely wear that shirt?” He asks, looking down at the Texas Longhorns shirt you definitely forgot you were wearing.
You nod, a smile forming on your lips.
“I let you borrow that months ago,” he says, voice gravely and deep. “I love seeing you in my shirt.”
“Yeah?” You ask. The alcohol pushes you to add, “I love seeing the way you react when I wear your shirt.”
“And how is that, Sweetheart?”
Jake’s eyes are practically oozing with need and you know it. The look sends another shiver down your spine, your nipples peaking below the orange cotton fabric. You move your hands over them, suddenly realizing he can probably see them.
He does, his eyes dart from your hands—now trying to hide your nipples—and back up to your eyes.
“Move your hands,” he orders.
You listen, placing them on the bed by your hips.
Jake’s hands wander up your thighs and hips, then linger on the fabric to the base of the shirt. He twitters with it, tugging it lightly and watching how your nipples poke out even more as he pulls the fabric.
“Can I undress you?” He asks.
“Yes,” you breathe, your voice hoarse.
———
Instantly, Jake is tugging his shirt off your body, delight filling his chest and sparking down to the tip of his dick. You’ve just said the magic words and was more than ready to act.
As soon as the t-shirt is over your head and in his fingers, he tosses to the side. His eyes drop to your breasts, full and heavy—perfect. Your nipples are pebbled and perked, just waiting for his mouth to wrap around them.
He stops himself, though. Letting his hands fall back onto your hips and slowly slide up the soft skin of your waist, finally—painfully—landing on the soft mounds of your breasts.
He hears you suck in a breath, smiling when he flicks his gaze to your eyes. Something like wonder flashes behind them and he moves his fingers to your nipples, squeezing them lightly. When you moan, he softly twiddles them between his index finger and thumb, sending another wave of moans straight to his ears.
He was already hard, his dick pressing into the silky material of the athletic shorts he’s wearing. Your moans were enough to make him cum, but he willd himself to wait. He needed to be touched by you or inside you if he was going to release.
Jake goes back to cupping your left breast, watching as you give him a confused look before bringing his lips to the soft skin around your nipple.
He kisses you at first, testing the suctioning to see what you’d do and each time, a soft moan leaves your parted lips. He moves to that peaked nipple, flicking his tongue on the surface at first. When you shudder, he wraps his mouth completely around it, lightly sucking.
“Jesus, Jake,” you lightly moan. He pulls away, doing the same to the other nipple and chuckling when you mutter, “Fuck me.”
He pulls away, leaving your once warmed nipples cold and begging to be touched again. He pulls his shirt off, grabbing the back of the shirt and pulling it forward, before tossing it along with yours.
“I figured it would be fair if I evened the playing field,” he shrugs when you raise a brow. Your laughter fills his ears and sending a warm tang down to his stomach.
Before long, he’s pressing his lips to yours again, laying you gently onto the bed, and lying between your legs. Your bare chest presses against his, warm and soft.
You curl your legs around his torso, pressing his hips into your own and groaning into his mouth when you feel his hardness against you.
Jake feels you take your nails down his back and imagines the scratches you must be forming back there. He wanted everyone who saw him undressed to know you were his.
You didn’t know it yet, but you were.
Kissing down your cheek and neck, Jake makes his way down, softly pecking your collarbone and breasts. When he reaches your stomach you let out a giggle, making him look up from where he’s hovering.
“Are you ticklish?” He asks with a smile.
“No shit,” you giggle.
Your sass makes him smile, nuzzling his nose into the side of your stomach, making you erupt in a snorting laughter.
“I’ll have to come back to that another time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hip. “I love the sound of your laugh.”
Jake works his way to your shorts, playing with the elastic before looking to you for approval. When you nod, he slowly pulls the silky material down your hips and thighs. When he looks at you again, he finds a lacy black thong waiting for him and leaving not much to the imagination.
Jake was floored. Not only were you gorgeous, but your pussy was as well—from what he could see. He kisses over the spot where your scar is, lingering a little longer than he had with the rest of your body.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers into your skin.
He kisses down your hips to the pelvic area over your clit.
“Everything about you is just how I imagined it,” he continues.
“You’ve imagined it?” You ask, propping yourself in your elbows.
Jake looks up from between you legs, a small nod and a sheepish grin forming. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for three months.”
You only smile, bringing yourself closer to to his face and kissing him softly.
“So touch me then.”
———
You watch as Jake’s eyes gleam in excitement as he lowers himself back to your core, kissing over the flimsy fabric of your thong.
Each kiss sends a ripple through your core and up your spine, your pussy getting wetter by the second.
Jake notices and grins up at you. “You’re so wet I can taste you through the lacy fabric.”
You open your mouth to respond but he stops you by slowly licking over the material, warm and gentle. You suck in a breath, arching your back a bit before your eyes land on his.
His are full of amusement.
He likes this.
“Can I remove these?” He asks you, fingering the waistband of your thong.
“Please do,” you grin.
Without a word, Jake grabs the flimsy waistband and starts to pull it down. You raise your legs to help him pass your ass and he sucks in a breath. At that moment, your pussy—in all its glory—was right in his face.
He fully removes the underwear and tosses it behind him blindly, eyes only on your gleaming folds. Gently, he brings his fingers to your entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness before bring his fingers to his mouth and sucking the taste of you off.
“You taste delicious,” he tells you.
“Thank yo—”
You don’t get to finish because his face is buried in your cunt. Kissing and sucking at first but then lapping and flicking with his tongue. He starts front he bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking lightly.
“Oh my god,” you moan.
“You like when I lick your pretty pussy?” He asks.
You nod, unable to speak because he’s lowered his head back onto you, licking and sucking for dear life.
Pleasure rings all over your body, your legs starting to buckle and shake around Jake’s head. You feel his hand roam to your entrance and sigh a moan when a finger enters you.
Jake pumps his finger in and out of you in a rhythmic manner, your walls clenching around him. You feel his pace quicken as he sucks and licks your clit, sending you back to edge you were so close to reaching before.
“I’m so close!” You tell him, bucking your hips to match with his pulsing. “Don’t stop, Jake!”
He pulls his mouth away from you before sneaking a second finger inside you.
“Say what you want, baby,” he instructs. “Call my name.”
He returns to his spot, mouth licking and sucking your clit, fingers deep and pulsing in your clenched cunt.
“Fuck!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut and then opening. You take your fingers into Jake’s hair, pulling slightly and bucking your hips harder into his face. “Please make me cum, Jake!”
Jake hums into you, sending a wave of vibration to your clit and sealing the last deal you needed to finally cum.
Electricity flares through you, stars and planets align, and you swear you heard an angel sing. Your orgasm ripples through you, Jake lapping up every single drop of it. He only stops when you’re a shaking mess under him.
You pull him up by pulling his face to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.
He was right, you were delicious.
You push him back before smiling and saying, “Your turn.”
But when he’s about to speak, his timer goes off.
“Turn it off,” you whine at him.
Jake chuckles before standing from the bed and walking to his phone. He turns the alarm off before walking back to the bed and kissing you.
“Let’s go check on Nat and Bradshaw,” he tells you. Then, with a wink and devastatingly cocky smirk, “You can pay me back later.”
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k-hotchoisan · 1 year ago
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Helloooo Congrats on the milestone~
25. Sex with all 8 members or 5some with your top 4 members? I haveee to know!!
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25. Sex with all 8 members or 5some with your top 4 members?
I be picking my men like I’m picking strawberries,, and it has come to,,, San, Woo, Hwa and Mingi!! Crazy ass combo i KNOWWWW 😐😐
Hope you enjoy though! 🩷 and thank u for the congratulations! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)~
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Warnings/Genres: smut, Drabble, 5some, multiple partners, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (ooo that’s a lil… dangerous don’t u think), slight humiliation, double penetration
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3
K’s 500 this or that? Masterlist here!
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You don’t know how long it has been. Time didn’t seem to exist, especially when you’re being fucked dumb by Mingi’s fat cock from below. The boys before you showed zero mercy, with Wooyoung licking and sucking your left nipple and San on your right—twirling, sucking, fondling.
You don’t know how many times you’ve cummed on Mingi’s dick but every time he pushes his cockhead into your tight cunt, you’re back to square one and he has your thighs shaking so much despite holding them up.
“Look at our baby girl, so fucked out just from Mingi’s cock. How many times have you cummed on him already?” Seonghwa asks. Your eyebrows are scrunched, and you’re only staring at his lips, craving for something to devour, and Seonghwa doesn’t let it go unnoticed.
You hear Mingi’s groans as you clench around him, and your abdomen flexes, pushing your body forward from the sheer amount of pleasure pulsing through you. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point, only sobs and incoherent babbles leaving your lips.
“God, princess, you’re so fuckin tight”, Mingi grunts into your ear as your orgasm hits you another time, your cunt fluttering uncontrollably around his cock as he spills his cum right into your hole. His moans and breaths are ragged as he’s whispering dirty things into your ears.
“Such a cute little slut, cumming so much from being watched by them when I’m fucking you dumb?”
You nod. You love the attention you got from all four boys when they play and pass you around like their favourite fucktoy. You love it when they’re slightly rough with you, especially Mingi and Seonghwa.
Mingi pulls out from you and lays you down, letting the three men before you watch as you’re jolting from the aftershocks from your orgasm, and the way Mingi’s load is seeping out of your hole. San doesn’t hesitate to push two fingers in, and your back arches slightly, a whimper leaving your lips as you feel Mingi rub your cheek with his thumb.
You squirm a little as San pulls his fingers out, grazing against your swollen clit, causing you to jolt again.
Wooyoung then has your legs hooked around his waist as he towers over you, pumping his cock as he looks over at your decorated body. You are still panting, your fingers pressing onto your lips, acting all innocent as your gaze meets Wooyoung’s lust-filled one.
“Fuck, I wanna break her so bad”, Wooyoung sighs, as he pushes his cock into you, and your eyes roll back as he fills you up, Mingi’s cum leaking right out of you. Mingi’s cum only adds on to how easy it is for Wooyoung’s cock to slip right into you, before he starts pounding your brains out.
Seonghwa and San are by each of your side as they fuck into their hands, cocks aimed right at your mouth.
Wooyoung folds your legs to reach a deeper spot in you, and your cunt only pulls him deeper in, as his moans climb and octave.
“Such a good cocksleeve”, San hums, trying to maintain his composure even though he’s in pleasure, fucking his hand and relishing the way Wooyoung is fucking you.
“Of course she is, she’s our y/n after all. Only good girls are good cocksleeves, aren’t they, Angel?” Seonghwa smiles.
“Don’t ask her, she’s so fucked out from her mind. So fucking adorable”, Mingi laughs, slapping your cheek lightly as your eyes roll back again.
Wooyoung cups your jaw as he leans in to collide his lips with yours, drinking every dirty moan that spills out of you as he’s rhythmic thrusts become more like ruts. At this point you don’t even know what’s leaking onto his cock—your cream or Mingi’s cum, or both, but you didn’t want to think about it because soon enough, Wooyoung has you filled up with his, as he moans right into your ear, jerking into your cunt every few seconds. You’re clawing at his shoulders from the way he’s pulsing into your cunt.
“Oh my fuck. I can never get tired of this pussy. So fucking good”, Wooyoung exhales, catching his breath.
Seonghwa now looks a little irritated, even though he’s hiding it. He really wants to fuck you so good and dumb, and you see it in his eyes.
You stare at Seonghwa, then San, with your doe eyes, before your fingers tug your folds open, your sopping cunt spilling more cum.
“I wanna fuck you both”, you whine.
San strokes your head. “You sure, Angel?” And you nod, involuntarily shivering as another load of cum leaks out of you, and Seonghwa almost completely loses his composure.
“Safe word okay?” Seonghwa whispers as he kisses the back of your ear as he sits you on his lap. San is snuggled right in front of you and you feel his broad chest brushing against your nipples.
Gods, San is so fucking handsome. He loves backshots but you always want to face him when he fucks you just so you could admire his face while he does so. Seonghwa’s length sinks in first, as he coaxes you to relax. He’s kissing your neck, sucking against the sensitive spots as San pushes himself in next, and you gasp, which turns into a sob. San is rubbing your sides, telling you that you’re doing so well, and that you’re such a good girl for wanting to take both their cocks.
A drawn out sigh leaves San’s lips when he’s almost to the hilt, and he doesn’t want to push you any further.
“How are you feeling, babe?” Seonghwa asks, stroking your thighs as he fights back the feeling of wanting to just burst into your cunt as his cock rubs against your walls and San’s own cock.
“So full”, you sigh, feeling the bulge on your lower body.
“Great, because you’re gonna be left even more filled when we’re done.”
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years ago
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cowboy!reader likes pop music I've decided. he also drives a truck that looks like it's a fossil yet runs perfectly fine. he knows about horses and will try to talk about old wild west movies whenever. definitely loved woody from toy story as a kid. 1000% baby talks dogs. goes to pride parades in full colorful cowboy outfit. can do bird calls back. stress eats sunflower seeds instead of smoking. the list of ideas goes on really
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More (Not) Allergies
Okay, so I've only focused on the pop music for this one. Also it directly follows from 'Alergies (Not Really)' (which wasn't titled earlier but it was the one with Mia in). But I do have them all noted down (I'm working on the sunflower seeds on at the moment).
EDIT: Sunflower seeds one is now done and available here
Warnings: minor sad reader
Word count: 621
PART ONE
Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23
"Hey, where's your cattleman?" Spencer asked as you sat down in your usual seat. 
"I er, I need to find a new one."
"Did you lose it? We've probably got time to find it before we take off-" Spencer said, already starting to stand up.
"Nah, I didn't lose it. I gave it to Mia," You said. "I'll go lookin' for a new one tomorrow,"
"Isn't that your favourite one?" JJ asked, turning to you.
"Yes ma'am," You answered, 
“Wait, is this the one you wouldn’t let any of us try on?” Derek asked, looking up from his ipod.
“That would be the one,” You said with a small nod.
“Oh man, you must be getting withdrawal,”
“A little,” You joked. "She's a special kid. Plus, I think she might’ve tried to steal it off me anyway. Y’know she called me old? Three times? Imma spring chicken,"
"I don't know about that," Emily teased, "You're nearly thirty,"
"'Scuse me ma'am, Imma spring chicken."
When the conversation dialled down, you sighed slightly, sliding your hands into your pocket out of boredom. You furrowed your eyebrows when your fingers brushed against a small chain. You gently removed it from your pocket.
"Where'd you get that chain?" You asked, seeing Mia fiddle with it, running her fingers along the links. 
She shrugged, "I found it on the floor a few years ago," 
"'s pretty," You commented, she looked at you in disbelief. "What?"
"I wore it once, it turned my skin green," 
"Maybe you're just a zombie." You said with a shrug
"Rich coming from you old man."
"Hey, you okay?" You look up at JJ in confusion and she motioned to your eyes, red and brimmed with tears.
"Oh, yeah," You clear your throat wiping your eyes slightly, "Allergies."
She has a knowing look on her face, but goes along with it. "Allergies are the worst,"
"Tell me about it." You muttered. 
"But," She whispered, despite the team chatting amongst themselves, "If you are… upset or concerned about anything, I'm always here if you want to talk about it." 
You pause for a moment, brushing your thumb against the chain as you frowned. "I-" You paused, "I dunno," You stuff the chain into your pocket as you looked at JJ, giving her a small smile. "'M fine," You gave her a nod, "Just missing ma cattleman, is all," 
"Uh-huh," JJ said with a raised eyebrow before she gave you a small smile, dropping the subject (not wanting to push you). "Alright, well, I believe we are all going for drinks, you should join us."
You look unsure for a moment before nodding, "A'right," You said, "Just don't tell my Mama I'm getting drunk,"
“Ooo cowboy’s finally gonna get drunk?” Derek asked with a grin, “How about you sing some good ol’ country music for us?”
“It’s gonna take a lotta shots to get to that point,” 
“Well, we have tomorrow off,” Rossi smirked. 
God damnit. 
“Y’all do know I don’t just listen to country, right?”
“Yeah, okay,” Emily grinned, “What else do you listen to?”
“I started listenin’ to er, what’s her name?... Arianna Grande, she’s a’right,” You said with a nod, furrowing your eyebrows as the team all let out a laugh (minus Spencer, who was just a bit confused). “What?”
“You listen to Arianna Grande?”
“She’s good!” You argue, “N’ she hits the whistle tones well. I listen to Dua Lipa ‘n’ Selena Gomez sometimes too,”
“Oh my god…”
“What?”
“You have the music taste of a teenage girl!” Derek snorted loudly.
“JJ, defend me here,” You said, turning to JJ.
“Sorry cowboy,” She teased, “They’re right…” You groaned, letting your head fall to the back of your seat. 
“God damnit.”
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artemis1214 · 1 month ago
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Esme and ???? WIP Wednesday
Time for @man--eater WIP Wednesday!!
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Spoilers Ahead for Book Three: 'A Siren's Purpose'
Warnings: Smut
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He leans over and tucks a lock of her dark curls behind her ear, “How are you so heavenly even as a sinner?” he whispers, lost in her emerald eyes. Esme’s gaze softens as she stares back at him, lowering her eyes slightly to meet his, “You should be more careful…” He inches forward, “I'm just tellin’ the truth.” 
Esme looks down at him, her heart thumping uncomfortably in her chest. She knew that she shouldn’t do what her body was demanding that she act on. All the men she had laid with before her restored memories meant nothing to her, her loyalty was always to her husband as soon as they were reunited. In their human lives together, she never laid with anyone else. He was the only person she needed, the only one to bring her to true satisfaction. 
But he doesn’t want her. 
Right?
“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” Esme whispers against his lips as he slowly snakes his way closer to her face, “Why don’t you show me then, hm?” He smirks.
That was the final straw. 
He’s a magnet and she’s drawn too fast, latching her fists tightly in the collar of his suit as she invades his personal space, “You know that he won’t like this…” She says in a low, dangerous, tone. “Since when have I ever cared about what that piece of shit thinks?” He mumbles back to her, lacing his fingers in her hair at the back of her head, tugging just enough to make her release a small gasp from her throat. He pulls her close and closes the space between them, kissing her softly and nipping at her bottom lip. He heard a small groan from her throat, a sound that appeared almost primal and dark. He pulls back, raising an eyebrow, “Ooo, what was that?” He smirks, a low chuckle erupting from him. 
“You usually talk this much?” She questions with a mischievous smirk as she nudges him towards the bed, causing him to stumble back and sit. Her hands push him further, flattening his back against the mattress. She straddles his waist and rests herself against his pelvis, leaning forward to kiss along his neck. Her mind has completely shut off, allowing her body to act on autopilot and submit to the lustful desires that she had been harboring for this man for the past year. She sits back up, her core rubbing against his heat. “Oh god, you’re so hard, is this all for me?” 
There’s a beat before he responds, “Do you usually talk this much?”
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I wish I could show y'all more, but it would reveal who this person is and ruin the surprise.
Who do we think it is??
~ Artemis 🦌💗
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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 day ago
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Trix Week Day 6: The Dark Forest
Summary: After they fall into the Black Willow's tears, Valtor cannot change the Trix back into adults.
Valtor says that he is not a babysitter and that they can show themselves out. 
He had worked for the better part of a month to reverse the reversal that the Black Willow had bestowed upon them. But he says that it isn’t worth the time sink that it has become. That he has sunk too much time already on a task that is futile. “At any rate, you’ll grow up again.” 
That is definitely true but it will take years. 
Exactly a decade. Icy is only eight years old. Darcy is just a few minutes behind. And Stormy is behind by a year.
But Icy and Darcy have been alive for 18 years and Stormy for 17 of them. 
It is with deep dread that Icy realizes that the spell has changed them not just on a physical level but in mind as well. Darcy has probably realized it well before her—she works with the psyche and the mind after all. 
It starts with the stomping of a foot. 
An impulse, really. 
But the impulses become harder to resist.
That is the first of it—a loss of her emotional regulation, not that she was the best at that to begin with. Not that Stormy wasn’t already even worse. It is when Darcy starts whining and throwing temper tantrums that she knows that the three of them are in trouble.
Soon Icy feels herself losing bits of knowledge; lessons that she learned in Cloud Tower, basic spells, chunks of her vocabulary…
Soon Icy starts to find holes in her memories. Details that had once been so vivid, now like to elude her. And Darcy and Stormy have trouble filling them in for her. They lose bits and pieces of their own memories. 
Icy swallows hard. She supposes that she should have seen it coming. That the Black Willow’s tears were more potent than just taking their bodies back several years. Should have known that the tears were potent enough to reverse time fully and completely. 
She likes to think that she has put up a respectable resistance but she can only do so much against such powerful magic. She is fighting a battle that she cannot win. She is only delaying the inevitable. She knows as much when she talks to Stormy who is more or less a child for real.
And maybe it is for the best. 
The three of them, they had promising futures as witches and they had tossed it aside for power. For world domination that had slipped through their fingers. 
Maybe this is what the three of them needed; a chance to start over. A blank slate. 
But the three of them; they are still and always will be who they have always been. Powerlust is still in Icy’s nature as much as a manipulative streak is in Darcy’s and an uncontrollable temper is in Stormy’s. 
But there are things beyond their predispositions, factors outside of their own nature. 
.oOo.
It is dark—this is of no consequence to Darcy. Darcy is rather content here in this place. 
It is raining hard, this bothers Stormy none. Stormy rather enjoys sapling in the puddles.
Nights get quite cold here. Icy sleeps very well.
But there are creatures here. Horrible groaning things. 
Things that scream.
Things that screech.
Things that threaten to pry them out of each other’s arms and into the forest where their eyes can be plucked and harvested. 
Things that give them nightmares.
Things that pull at their hair and leave scratches on their arms and legs. 
Critters that scuttle and crawl over them and try to get in their mouths as they try to sleep.
The forest doesn’t seem to have an end. And the three of them don’t seem to have a sense of direction. They have been wandering for days and their bellies are starting to rumble. Their faces are streaked with dirt and their clothes are muddy, their socks are soggy and it makes their feet all wrinkly. Icy decides that she would rather walk without shoes and socks but that makes stepping on pointy rocks worse than it had been. Regardless, her sisters follow in her lead. At least she thinks that they are sisters, they have been together for as long as she can remember. But she doesn’t remember much.
“I’m really tired, Icy.” Says Stormy rubbing her eyes.
“You’re going to get us out of here, right?” Darcy asks. 
The expect a lot from her. 
They look up to her. Probably because she is the oldest of them. 
And she can’t disappoint them so she tells them that she will and that she already knows the right way to go even if she doesn’t think that it is true. 
It is on the second day, when Stormy starts coughing and sniffling, that they start to doubt her. 
They don’t realize that they have already survived the Dark Forest once.
It is on the third day that they see a ray of light penetrating the holloway. And the two of them follow her towards it.
They don’t realize that they have done this before ten years ago.
They don’t realize that they had already come out of the Dark Forest muddy and hungry and sick and weary. 
This time three frightened little girls emerge from the Dark Forest on a different side. A side with bright rays of sunshine and sweet smelling grass and butterflies and bumblebees to fill it. This time three terrified children find themselves shaking and crying at the gates of Alfea college.
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enchantedchocolatebars · 11 months ago
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Fic request: After kid Philip meets kid Amelie Blight in the bonesborough library, he talks to Caleb and Evelyn about her.
The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince (Part 2 to "Philip... That's A Cute Name" Amelie [art of her here and here] belongs to @dannystarsstuff / @starishome)
After story time had concluded at the Kid's Corner, Philip and Amelie were both seated at a table together with books.
Philip's smile couldn't be contained as Amity presented her book to him.
It was a picture book with a cute hard cover titled, "The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince".
"It's one of my favorite books here," Amelie would admit with a small smile followed by a soft giggle as she flipped to the glossy title page.
"I always borrow it every time I come here."
Philip's eyes grew wide as they sparkled.
"Ooo, cool!" The brunette would comment enthusiastically.
"What's it about?" He asked his friend with his listening ears on.
He was really interested in what Amelie had to say.
After another giggle, Amelie spoke again as she turned to the first page, which depicted a round pink kitten standing on her two stubby legs with a crown on her head in a castle.
Being a cat, she had a cute cat-like smile on her face.
"It's about a kitty princess...," She began as she flips to the next page, which illustrates the kitten leaving her castle with a travel backpack on her back. "... Who ventures from her castle to find a prince."
The next couple of pages that Amelia turns show the cute kitty princess on her travels.
"She travels far and wide in her search for him. Her efforts to find him involve walking on land, taking a boat, going into the woods, trudging through snow, and even going inside the mouth of a monster."
The next page makes Amelie and Philip laugh.
It shows the kitty taking a cat nap. "She then takes a brief break."
Amelie then turns to the next page, which reveals that the kitten has found her prince, who's a witch.
Both the witch prince and the pink kitten princess are thrilled to see each other. "But then, she finally finds him!"
Amelie turns to the next page, which shows a pastel illustration of the prince giving the kitten a gentle hug as she snuggles into his loving embrace as small red hearts form a big heart around them.
Amelie flips to the last and final page of the story.
It shows the prince and kitten happily sharing a bowl of milk together in her castle, with the prince on his hands and knees.
"And they live happily ever after."
She closes the book and smiles.
"The end."
"Wow!" Philip beams, his eyes big with excitement. "That story was so good! I really liked it a lot! Can I show you my book?"
Amelie nods.
Philip picks up his book, a hardback with only three pages, titled "The Ant", which shows a stock image of an ant on the cover.
He then presents Amelie with the first page, which depicts the same realistic ant from the cover using its mandibles to nibble on a single leaf.
When the next page is turned, the ant is now gigantic.
On the final page, the giant ant is terrorizing a small village that is on fire.
The witches in the story scream and run away as a meteor falls in the background.
Philip closes the book with a cheery smile. "The end!"
Amelie giggles before placing a small, sweet kiss on Philip's cheek, causing the boy to blush.
He had such a silly and peculiar taste in books.
She liked it.
She liked him.
A lot.
"Amelie!" A loud, voice called out Amelie and Philip looked to see a woman standing in the middle of the room with the same minty hair as Amelie's.
She was dressed in business attire.
Some library visitors gave her a glare, while others pressed a finger to their lips, but she simply ignored them.
"Say goodbye to your friend, darling. It's time for us to leave."
"Who's she?" Philip asked Amelie as she stood up from her seat.
"My mom," Amelie replied, pushing her chair in.
It was apparent that she was sad to be departing from Philip.
"I have to go now." Her mouth corners slowly move up in a small smile. "But hey, maybe we can see each other again next Saturday. Are you planning on coming back?"
Philip nodded. "Mm-hmm! If my brother brings me!" The brunette was certain that Caleb would if he asked really nicely.
Amelie gave a gentle giggle. "Nice! You know, I really liked your ant book. Would it be alright if I checked it out at the front desk and took it home with me?"
She picked up her kitten book. "I'll let you borrow this," She playfully bargained with a hum.
"Deal!" Philip said with happy a grin as the two exchanged books.
"Thank you! Goodbye Philip, see you next time!" Amelie told him with a wink, his book in her hand as she took off to her mother.
"Bye, Amelie!" As Philip watched her leave, a hand went to hold the cheek that she had kissed.
He smiled softly.
...
"... And so she let me borrow this book! It's her favorite!"
Philip happily explained to Caleb and Evelyn as they walked home at sunset after the Bonesborough Library had closed.
"Aww!" Evelyn gushed, holding her cheeks. Young love is so adorable, she thought.
"I see!" Caleb was intrigued by what his brother had told him. "This Amelie girl seems very kind based on what you told us."
Philip nodded in agreement. "She is!" He said with a smile. "Can we come to the library next Saturday so I can see her again?"
Caleb gently ruffled Philip's hair and chuckled. "Of course we can, Pip."
His baby brother making a new friend made the elder very happy.
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sc0tters · 6 months ago
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ooo yes! cam getting upset with the woman but sidney for not just reassuring her and believing her. instead he’s mad accusing of her of not loving him and that the coworker doesn’t even like him like that
Camille knew she shouldn’t have felt weird watching the edits of an interview where Sidney was talking to her. It had come up on Instagram and at first she thought it was sweet but until see saw the comment that people thought the journalist was his wife with the way he was looking at her.
That sent Camille spiralling as she had met the girl just three weeks prior, of course right next to Sidney as they spoke with her laughing as she caressed his arm. Camille knew she might not have felt as weird if she was happy but in that moment she was seeing a drop dead gorgeous girl next to her husband as she was still feeling guilty for not losing all of the baby weight she held.
So it took her weeks to finally muster up the courage to tell Sidney about it “you aren’t ready yet?” Sidney asked as he saw the girl staring at an old picture of them together on their first date where Rosie was asleep in her stroller by the table “can I be honest with you?” Camille asked as she got up tying her robe shut.
He nodded as he crossed his arms “could you step back from being so friendly with Rachel?” Camille pleaded wanting to go into reason before he was quick to shut her down “you really gonna start this shit again?” It turned out that Rachel had told Sidney that Camille came to her and said that she felt as if the journalist didn’t respect the ring on his finger. The part Rachel left out was when Camille said that she knew it wasn’t the case so she wanted to understand how they became so close.
Sidney pinched the bridge of his nose “you’re gonna act like I’m too busy with some other girl when your work has left you out of this bed for months!” It was true that the two of them hadn’t had sex in a while but that was because she didn’t feel comfortable in her skin and didn’t need to feel his hands all over it “so I can’t get pissed off if I don’t fuck you?” She asked giving him a look to choose his words wisely.
He rolled his eyes “maybe you should stay home from the dinner if you are just gonna sit there and accuse me.” He proposed but that only fueled the fire beneath her “yeah Sid go fuck her real good while you’re out there.” Camille spat as she walked back into the bathroom letting the door shut behind her.
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wordy-little-witch · 6 months ago
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I love your headcanons and thoughts!
Can we hear more about Bronwyn D. Clown?
How the Strawhats think of her or more about her personality and what she wants to be?
If that's okay?
Yeah of course!! Winnie is my little cutie patootie and I love her so much I'm soft ♡♡
So it's very evident from an early age that she's very opinionated. She also inherited Buggy's sweet tooth, which is absolutely adorable and funny as heck bc as a tiny tot, they introduced new foods fairly frequently with time between to check for any allergies ((None that they know of btw)). When they introduced her to ice cream, she went a little feral and it was to the laughter and amusement of her parents. She did the whole OoO face and just straight up grabbed the ice cream, double fisted and face planted into it. It was hilarious and adorable.
As she gets older, she begins mellowing out. She's not hesitant about having her own opinions, but she's by and large rather soft spoken. She's pretty quiet all in all, but when she speaks, she has a way of projecting her words and being HEARD. She loves the circus just like her baba, and she takes to aerial silks like a fish to water. She enjoys darker, richer colors like her dad and papa, but patterns like baba. Essentially think dark carnival aesthetic.
As for thoughts of others about her, I'll itemize the list lol
Rayleigh
- absolutely wrapped around her little finger. All she has to do is flutter those lashes, pout a little, and go "grandpa-" and he's folding like a house of cards. Absolutely spoils her rotten. Unashamed of it. Is the type to pick her up like "aww, poor thing, are your parents being mean to my princess? How terrible, let grandpa help-"
Shanks
- he loves her so much, and they somehow manage to both have an It's On Sight policy (/hj). From an early age, Winnie has enjoyed gently bullying him, and he's so soft about it because she reminds him so much of how Buggy was a child, just a little more mellowed out. It starts with an elephant to the face. He always overreact to get a laugh from her, up to and including getting "beat up" and hitting the ground, groaning and pleading for mercy. He's very much the fun uncle and his responsibility is.... touch and go. Will absolutely keep her safe and protect her with his life; will also not hesitate to be like ".... you wanna try this-?" And offer a 5 year old a sip of rum. Can only babysit if Benn, Yassop or Hongo are there as well. Kind of stupid, but full of love.
Luffy
- COUSIN
- is not trusted to babysit until Winnie is about 10 and even then it is preferred to have another adult on hand. He sees her for the first time when she's about three or four, and he's just mesmerized ((and also a little thrown off because her dark hair is wavy and the freckles and glare make his chest ache a little)).
- doesn't even question the baby making logistic of a few men together, just goes "Oh neat, can we play?" Buggy is soft and refuses to admit it. He also refuses to admit that the scrapbook for Winnie's growth includes more than a few pictures of playtime with "Lulu", and a few of some inpromptu naptimes.
Speaking of nap times-
Zoro
- is actually a decent responsible party, and is semi awkward because he refuses to think of Mihawk as anything other than a begrudging mentor ((he's his dad, but he will Not admit it)). Looks at Winnie like "oh... a goth clown.... yeah that checks out I guess." 11/10, will protect, but also fairly hands off. Most of the time spent together is either play fighting, training, or naps.
Nami
- aww, cute kid~ she isn't all too fond of children personally. She loves kids from a distance, and she'll protect them with everything she has, but she likes them in small doses. Winnie is the same with most social settings, she likes people when she's in the mood for people. They both love treasure though, shiny things and dress up. Girls Trips.
Usopp
- Story Teller Extraordinaire!! Loves kids, best babysitter, the main one Buggy actually trusts 110%. Honestly Usopp is one of the best to handle her, he can match the energy levels of the day and is good at engagement.
Sanji
- lowkey uncomfortable with kids, but Winnie is a good kid. Will protect, will make fun snacks, absolutely down for princess tea parties and monster tea parties, makes the themed snacks without hesitation. He adores her.
Chopper
- Friend Shaped. They get up to hijinks together. Slightly over protective but for good reason! Shenanigans Pal
Robin
- enjoys being Winnie's favorite strawhat auntie if only because Crocodile is So Awkward About It. Spoils the girl rotten. Equally macabre as Winnie. Ironically also passes as a relative to her. Gets mistaken as Winnie's mother on occasion. Is THRIVING while teaching a small child swears and the science behind mummification.
Franky
- Weird Big Brother/Uncle Man, loved by children, let's Winnie decorate his mechanical parts with fridge magnets. Taught her how to spray paint. They go on graffiti adventures.
Brook
- will die again before allowing harm to befall a child. Finally has met his match for puns!! They love skeleton jokes and Winnie even gives him new material. Gallow humor besties. They absolutely go APESHIT on Halloween. It becomes smth of a tradition. Halloween is coming up? Cross Guild and the Strawhats are picking an island for a meet up so Winnie and Brook can go feral on the poor townsfolk (/hj) ((dw it's all ethically sourced, they wouldn't scare and traumatized GOOD people.))
Jimbei
- Oh That Is A Tiny Human
- decently amicable with Mihawk, less so with Crocodile but still civil and respectful. Ironically, he rather enjoys Buggy's company, and their daughter is simply Very Cute. Is happy to he assigned uncle by proxy, and the first time this tiny little pink nosed girl called him "unc'a Jimmy", he simply exploded and hugged her. Responsible but fun uncle - a little bit of an enabler but within reason. She can cause mayhem and mischief, but nothing Too Far. Honestly, has vague Wine Aunt meets Nerf Gun Uncle energy. Absolutely would carry her in a baby carrier with matching sunglasses and Starbucks. Now allowed to dress her up though, his taste in prints is atrocious.
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outsideratheart · 2 years ago
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14 Christmas party with nuria rabano
The British invasion. That is the nickname the fans have given you, Lucy and Kiera. After the summer you three had all eyes were on you when you arrived in in Barcelona and it made you nervous. Manchester City was all you ever knew so starting fresh was very daunting. You had a new apartment, new daily routines, new training regimes and new room mates on away days although the last one you didn't mind as much because you were roomed with Nuria Rabano and she was like a breath of fresh air.
It wasn't that you had a bad reputation or anything like that but unlike many of your new team mates, you had never met her before. Besides from Keira and Lucy, she is the person that you opened yourself up to the most.
You wouldn't say you had a crush because you wasn't 5 years old but there was something there and you were waiting for the right time to address it.
"So Romeo what's your plan? Buy her a drink, ask her to dance, accidently walk under the mistletoe or maybe all three?" Lucy has been teasing you mercilessly ever you since you confided in her.
"Luce, leave her alone" and of course, one lucy knew it meant Keira also knew.
"I don't have one. Every time I plan something I end up bailing so tonight I am going to have fun, hopefully with Nuria and then we'll see where things go"
You hated how complicated you made things for yourself. All you had to do was tell her that you like her, that is it. Even though you spent several nights in a hotel room together, that was as team mates and the conversation you wanted to have with her would hopefully end with you possibly being something more.
When you arrived at the restaurant Nuria shouted you over whilst patting the seat next to her. The blush that appeared on your face at the thought of her saving you a seat must have been obvious.
"Thank you"
Nuria, being the spaniard that she is, hugs you and kisses both of your cheeks. It wasn't strange for this to happen, all of the team did it when they were off the pitch but the way it made you feel was foreign and something that only happened when you were around her.
"Claro"
The two of you begin your own conversation about what you had planned over the Christmas break, then the topic turned to food as you were handed menus.
Whilst your Spanish was improving you did still struggle with some things. Food items being one of them especially if you had never heard of them before, not even the english equivalent.
"Do you mind ordering for me?" you whisper to Nuria.
"What would you like? There is fish, meat, a few vegetable dishes. Ooo this is one of my favourites" she points a dish.
"Whatever you recommend, you have good taste" you say.
"Yes, I do"
Whilst her words were innocent there was something in the way Nuria responded that gave you butterflies, it was almost as if she was talking about you but you didn't want to get your hopes up.
Nuria orders for you and when your meal comes you are still none the wiser as to what you have. 
“Trust me, you will like it” she says rather confidently.
She was right to be confident, the food is delicious. It was so nice that Nuria ended up eating some and you hers so as the night went on you are sharing meals and feeding each other. Your team mates watch the cute interaction between the two of you all whilst wonder when one of you will make the first move.
Everyone finishes eating but the the drinks keep flowing. You see Mapi and Lucy scheming in the corner and by the way they look at you it is obvious it involves you.
“Who’s up for a game?” Lucy asks.
“What a good idea!” Mapi says “how about truth or dare?”
Many questions gets asked and dares are completed by the time it is your turn. You know it doesn’t matter which you pick, they will include Nuria so you choose truth.
“If you had to kiss someone on the team who would it be?” 
“Nuria” you answer a little too quickly.
“Really?” Nuria asks in shock and you nod eagerly.
“Why?” Lucy asks you.
“No, no” you shake your finger “No follow ups, you know the rules” 
Throughout the rest of the night Nuria is quiet. It’s almost as if she is avoiding you. 
Not wanting the night to end, the team move onto a club not too far from the restaurant.
You see her standing alone at the bar and know this is your chance.
“I’m sorry if what I said earlier made you uncomfortable” 
“You didn’t, I wasn’t. It was a stupid game, I know you didn’t mean it” 
Your eyes widen as you realise what the issue is. Nuria wanted what you said to be true, not something you said because you felt like you had to.
You try to think what you can say to prove to her that you meant what you said. In the end you let your actions do the talking. You cup her cheeks and kiss her. It isn’t overly passionate but it doesn’t have to be. When you pull away you see Nuria with a huge grin on her face.
“I meant it Nuria and I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while” 
“It took you look enough” 
It wasn’t the response you expected but it let’s you know that she feels the same way.
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enid-rhees · 1 year ago
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7 minutes in heaven with Enid! Carl, and a few others are there (aged up ofc). Enid n' reader ends up getting chosen, anddd you take it from there boo ;D.
Afterwards Carl just teasing them nonstop about it because I mean c'mon, it's Carl- ✋
(plus the three are besties, er- well, Enid and reader are obvi more than "besties" 🤭)
reader, Enid and Carl will ALWAYS be bffs like they have an unbreakable bond 🫶🏻 tysm for another request! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻🫶🏻
warnings: SMUT, fingering. MINORS DNI.
A/N: hope you all enjoy! as always, requests are open! just read pinned if you’d like to req! and also, this takes place in the 6 year time skip
you were all adults now, but that didn’t stop you all from doing everything you wanted to do as a teen. everything that had been taken away from you, but you were now able to finally experience it.
“okay, okay!” Lydia exclaimed, “we spin the bottle twice. whichever two it lands on has to go inside that bedroom for seven minutes.” she explained, pointing down at the bottle that sat in the middle of everyone.
“and what do we do in those seven minutes?” Carl questioned. “well, it usually leads to the two people who are chosen to have sex. or just have a lot of sexual tension between them.” Lydia explained to him.
“ready?” she asked all of you. you all nodded, and Lydia spun the bottle for the first time. it spun for a few seconds, and then it landed on you.
your heart dropped for a moment, and you looked up at Enid. she was already looking at you, with the same expression as you; terrified.
“ooo, Y/N.” Lydia laughed. “okay, one more spin. lets see who it’s gonna be.” she smiled, spinning it once more.
it felt as if the bottle was taking longer than last time, making you extremely anxious. it slowed down, and then landed on Enid, but just barely.
Lydia clapped excitedly, “both of you! in that bedroom. remember… seven minutes is all you have. make sure it use it wiselyyy.” she sang, pushing both of towards the bedroom. Lydia closed the door, and you could hear her quietly giggling.
“jokes on them,” Enid mumbled, grabbing your shirt and pulling you into her. your lips connected with ease and she pushed you towards the bed.
you and Enid had been secretly seeing each other for months, only showing affection when no one was around at all. this was your little secret.
you fell back on the bed, and Enid wasted no time crawling on top of you. she kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of marks down your chest.
Enid then pulled down your shorts and underwear in one go. “she said seven minutes. but i can make you cum so much quicker than that.” she whispered, making your core ache with anticipation.
she ran her hand up and down your folds, gathering your wetness on her fingers. a shaky breath left your lips at the contact. “ready, love?” you nodded your head impatiently.
Enid sunk two fingers into you, watching the way your jaw dropped and moans left your mouth. she smirked, moving her fingers faster. “mhm, Enid!” you moaned out.
“good. tell them exactly how i’m making you feel. let them know how i’ve been making you scream my name for months without anyone knowing.” you whined at her words, panting heavily.
she added a third finger, knowing the effect it would have on you. “you’re so pretty like this, you know? all so fucked out just from my fingers.”
“Enid!” you moaned. “i’m coming. please… Enid.” you whimpered, moving your hips with her fingers. she pushed your hips down, now plunging her fingers into you.
a scream left your lips as your orgasm overcame you. your legs shook as Enid continued push her fingers in to ride out your high.
Enid let you calm down for a few minutes before she helped you get your clothes back on. she looked up at the clock above the door. “look at that.” she smiled. “three minutes to spare.”
she pressed her lips to yours softly. the two of you made out until Lydia opened the door, smirking at the two of you. “come on out.”
when you walked out, it was hard to avoid the look that Carl was giving both of you. you sat back down, this time Enid sitting next to you.
“so,” he started, clicking his tongue. you shut your eyes, sighing. “screaming her name for months, huh?”
“please shut it, Grimes.”
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pearthery · 1 year ago
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will there be more chapters for your potpurri au? no pressure, just curious!
hopefully one day!!! i did have a ginzura-themed draft set in the potpourri au (it's still there ahaha i just haven't added to it in a long while) which was titled something like actually the strawberry flavour in your strawberry milk is really just sugar and red dye. i only got so far as ginzura bullying haggard old man hasegawa-san before i lost the plot of it but i aim one day to finish it!!! actually here is a snippet ahaha
After a long day at work ferrying customers back and forth through the endless streams of urban traffic, Taizou slams shut the driver's door to his cab, rolls his shoulders back and his head up, and then nearly bursts into tears. 
"Please stop sitting there," he begs to the demon perched on the wall outside his house. "Please. It gives me a heart attack." 
Yoshida-san's devil child, the one that the man dotes on incessantly, the one that likes to wheedle snacks from Taizou's sweet, innocent wife, the one that has tormented Taizou relentlessly without him even lifting a finger at least three times a week ever since their paths had tragically crossed, stares down dolefully. 
"Hatsu doesn't mind," says Gintoki. "Besides. What's it my fault if pathetic old men die early? An old man who dies from something as lame as a heart attack is like a piece of dog crap stinking things up on the boot of society. An old man who dies from a heart attack is probably dying from something else already anyway, like crappy convenience store cigarettes or the weight of their own failures or their sunglasses leeching out all of their braincells like a cursed object."
"That's Hatsu-san to you," says Taizou, for lack of anything else. 
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, old men like that are already like zombies anyway. Even if they die, they'll still get up and go back home and leech off Hatsu." Gintoki pinches around the outsides of his nostrils thoughtfully, probably in search of stray boogers.
Taizou drags his hands down his face. He heaves a large sigh. His blood pressure has been climbing upwards for years at this point. "Aren't you too old to be doing things like this? Don't you have to get home? Don't you have anything better to do? Don't you have too much homework to be bullying poor, working men just trying to get by? God help me." 
"Pft," says Gintoki, twelve years old and mean as hell. "As if God would listen to dog crap like you." 
ooo
The first thing to ask, obviously, is why Gintoki is here.
"It's because he's run away from home again," explains Katsura-kun, politely letting himself into the kitchen through the back door. He gestures over at Gintoki (rifling through Taizou's refridgerator shelves for sweet treats) and beams at Hatsu (heading out to the garden) when she pats him on the head, even though the kid's almost as tall as she is now. 
"Yeah," says Gintoki. He settles down at the table with a cup of chocolate mousse. 
Taizou gazes wearily at the scene. 
"Don't just come into my house like that. Who even invited you? And you. I was going to eat that. I was going to have that for dessert tonight." 
Gintoki's eyes go wide and he makes a noise of surprise. "Hm? Oh, this l'il thing? Sorry. It just looked so lonely in the back of your fridge. I thought I'd keep it company. Anyway, I'm a growing boy, so I need all the sugar I can get." 
"I put it up at the front so I could take it out for dessert. I was really looking forward to that."
"It's probably better that you don't eat too much sugar anyway, old man," Gintoki adds. "I heard too much sweet stuff is bad for geezers."
"You know what. Fine. Go ahead," says Taizou.
"If you're hungry or peckish," says Katsura-kun, "then I'm not sure Hasegawa-san's pantry is the best place. It would really have been better for you to stay home and let Yoshida-san stuff you with, what's that he's been baking a lot recently? I think they were lemon rosemary cookies." He pauses and looks to his left, where Gintoki nods absently into his chocolate mousse. 
"Yes, that's right. Lemon rosemary shortbread cookies. They were quite good actually. Yoshida-san gave me a container to take home. I stopped by their house after school, that's why," he says to Taizou, whose expression must be showing the confusion bouncing around his brain. "He even sat me down to discuss the symbolism of the ingredients he used. He said: half a cup of sugar for the sweetness of existence, half a teaspoon of vanilla extract, a quarter of a teaspoon of salt for the tears shed in existence, a cup of butter, smooth and slippery, like all the things that slip out of your grasp—"
"Hey, what do you mean my pantry's not the best place?," says Taizou after a moment of realisation. "I work hard to feed myself and my wife, you know that, you brats? This whole day I was driving around rude, shithead city people who smoke in my cab and spill disgusting sticky soft drinks on my seats, and this is what I come home to?" 
"You're the shithead who smokes in your cab," says Gintoki. "If your car smells like smoke, then that's because you're stinking it up in the first place, so it's your own fault."
"Are you really a little kid?" says Taizou. "Why do you have such a crude mouth for a kid? Why is everything you say so mean?"
"Hey, you're the one who said 'shithead' in the first place. I'm just repeating what you said. I'm an impressionable young boy, so you should be watching your mouth, actually. You should be a good role model." 
"Don't your neighbours smoke? I see Tatsugoro-san with his pipe around all the time, are you this mean to him? Are you this mean to Ayano-san? You aren't, are you? You're only this mean to me. I'm the only one you call a pathetic old man, aren't I? I'm the only one you unleash all of your insults on, aren't I? You only call me dog crap on the boot of society." 
"—two cups of all-purpose flour, soft and bright, for all the things that are so delicate that they can be blown away in a single breath, rosemary for fidelity and remembrance, oh Gintoki, what have I done that I don't deserve your fidelity, oh Gintoki, remember me, won't you Gintoki, wherever you have gone to, away from me, preserve the memory of me in your soul, even when you so evidently can no longer stand to look at my face—"
"Shoyo has a dumb face," says Gintoki to Katsura-kun. "And I'm just going to stay at your house for a week or two. I go to your house all the time."
"Well, you forget that Yoshida-san is possessed by a thousand spirits of melodrama," says Katsura-kun. "Also, lastly, lemon for bitterness. That said, I have a container for you as well, Gintoki."
Gintoki wrinkles his nose. "I don't want it, thanks." 
"I'll take it," says Taizou, having been demolished by a middle schooler. "I need a pick-me-up." The container is swiftly slid across to him. "Thanks."
He opens the lid to find resting on top of the pile of warm biscuits a small square note embossed with spiky leaves around the edge. It's covered with pen drawings of hearts and sad faces and reads: FOR MY STINKY LITTLE SWEETPEA WHO IS ALWAYS WELCOME TO COME BACK HOME AT ANYTIME HE DECIDES TO RETURN HOME MOST HOPEFULLY SOON. <3.
"I wonder what Hatsu's doing outside," says Taizou. If he arches his neck, he can glimpse through the window. She's tending to the flowerbeds, it looks like. She pulls out a couple of weeds. Katsura-kun looks as if he knows exactly what is contained in Gintoki's care package (kid probably watched the note be written) and is politely ignoring it. Gintoki's face is very bland.
"Looks like there's some paper in here. With some writing on it. And some little pictures." He takes a bite out of what really is a good biscuit, sweet and buttery and still warm. Yoshida-san seriously is a good baker. "So these are kind of like fortune cookies, yeah?"
"Huh, says Katsura-kun. "I didn't get anything in mine."
"Huh," says Taizou, with maximum discretion. "Weird. Maybe something happened at the fortune cookie factory and they had a mix-up. Welp, since I'm an old geezer and I've had enough of both sorts 'a fortune, good or bad, in my lifetime, I guess you kids can have mine."
Silently, he folds up the note. Gintoki's hand is already open and outreached, though he refuses to look at it. Underneath that note is another one, which is a mournfully calligraphed poem about the temporary nature of happiness and domestic bliss that has additionally been annotated. He passes that one over as well.
"Anyway, Katsura-kun," he continues, "what was that recipe? Can you say it again, or maybe write it down? Hatsu might like it. She's mentioned wanting to try her hand at baking these days." 
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I know most of the funny musics you've listed already, but I don't know willow and Yoko Shimomura and Danny Baranowsky and Shiro SAGISU and Masayoshi Takanaka and Lena Raine and Dios and Akintoye and Imogen Heap and Des Rocs and Sarah & the Safe Word and The Sonder Bombs and Rina Sawayama and The Beths and Silversun Pickups(?) and IDKHBTFM and Tancred and the three Starkid musicals(?) Where do you recommend that I start? Is there 1 song from each that you strongly recommend that I open my ears to? :-0
YOU BET I DO OMG OMG
Thank you for the excuse to Musicpost mwehehehehehe
Since it's so many artists, I will send one song each and give a lil bit of info.
WILLOW (aka Willow Smith) Sapphic and an absolute rock star. Her music is generally really high quality punky rock with a poppy appeal.
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Yoko Shimomura Probably the greatest video game composer of all time hands down no fucking contest. She's the genius behind the Kingdom Hearts sountrack, and has also contributed her expertise to Final Fantasy XV, the Mario and Luigi games, Mario RPG and Secrets of Mana. Her music can be grand and orchestral or quiet and sweet or energetic and wiggly, and her use of character motifs is something to behold.
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Danny Baranowsky Another video game composer, Danny B is known best for his work on Meat Boy, Binding of Isaac and Crypt of the Necrodancer. His tracks have an unmatched energy, from BoI's quiet melodic horror to Necrodancer's get up and boogie beats. And of course, Meat Boy's wiggletastic MOVE YOUR MEAT, BOY tunes.
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Shiro SAGISU An anime composer whose work on Evangelion and Bleach is beyond description. And like, I wouldn't recommend either of the SHOWS, but his music is absolutely fucking unreal. Especially his heavy use of Spanish guitar in the Arrancar Arc of Bleach alongside his usual heavy orchestral violins and pianos.
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Masayoshi Takanaka A rock and city pop musician in the 80s and 90s, whose music I've heard described as "surf-dude J-rock" which, yeah, accurate. But some of his later stuff is also really experimental, getting a bit into grunge or orchestral rock.
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Lena Raine A composer who's made some songs for recent Minecraft updates, but most people know her best for the soundtrack to Celeste. Which is utterly fantastic, it's BEAUTIFUL, managing to capture both the grand scale of the mountain climb and the heavily personal emotional stakes of our protagonist Madeline. Heavy use of gorgeous synth alongside piano and drums and guitar makes the whole soundtrack SOUND magical and otherworldly, which fits the game well.
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Dios I discovered Dios through their guitarist, Ichika Nito, whose riffs on Youtube are unmatched. Magic hands, I swear. But Dios's vocalist, Tanaka, also has one of the most unique singing voices I've ever heard, he's got almost an Italian or Spanish rolling cadence to some of his phrases. The guy's also just got a fantastic voice, and Dios's songs are extremely solid poppy rock.
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Akintoye A fantastic lyricist with an incredibly fast and articulate voice, a great sense of rhythm and flow, he's also just one of the most charismatic singers / rappers I've ever heard. His energy is absolutely addicting, and he's got such catchy layered melodies it's SO hard to not wiggle my fingers off my hands when listening.
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Imogen Heap Most people recognize her from OOO WHATCHA SAY, OOO THAT YOU ONLY MEANT WELL, WELL OF COURSE YOU DID and like. Hide and Seek is an underrated song tbh but Speak for Yourself and Eclipse are just in general fantastic albums. It's impossible for me to describe her genre so I'm just gonna say...music that my very white hippie mom listens to all the time.
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Des Rocs A modern day classic rock star. Not much else to say beyond that he's unreal talented.
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Thinking about Tenko, Akihime, and Yume returning from assignment together and all three are unscathed, Kyojuro is just so proud! His reward for them? Allowing them to use him in whatever way they desire.
frothing at the mouth rn. i have this image in my mind of a post-mugen train kyo that retired due to his injuries, and waits at home while his hashira wives are out demon slaying still.
this is more of a ramble than actual writing
yume belongs to @renhoeku and akihime belongs to @herohibiscus
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Kyojuro has a lot of faith in his wives' abilities, and he's their biggest cheerleader. But that doesn't mean he doesn't worry, especially now that he isn't able to rush to their aid any longer with the state of his body. So there are some days he's holding his breath, becoming anxious when they return later than they intended. And with demons only becoming more dangerous over time, his beloveds often return looking worse for wear.
He's very much like a cat, getting all bristly when his wives are due to return to the front lines again. So when all three of them are called upon for a joint mission, you can bet Kyojuro lays the affection on thicker than usual. Just in case it’s the last time he sees them.
Akihime, Tenko, and Yume's saccharine promises to return are often enough to satisfy him, sweetened further by goodbye kisses that leave his face sticky with lipstick prints afterward and a warm feeling in his chest. However, as they're bidding him goodbye this time around, he proposes an idea.
"Return to me unscathed, and I'll reward you," he chuckles breathlessly, drawing all three pairs of eyes back to him.
"Ooo, what kind of reward?" Tenko drawls, fingers tracing shapes across his chest, his summer yukata tugged loose enough to expose his pecs and thigh, which Akihime has her own hand resting upon. His wives have him surrounded, encircling him in a group hug on the engawa. They’re all in uniform, swords at their hips. A part of Kyojuro feels envious, feels something missing now that he can’t do the same.
"Yes, tell us!" Yume prods, her green eyes just barely peeking over his shoulder where she's embracing him from behind.
“I’ll let you use me to your heart’s content. In whatever way you desire,” Kyojuro all but purrs, and instantly Akihime and Yume’s cheeks alight with pink blushes. Tenko’s carmine eyes widen and then take on that mischievous glimmer that makes his spine tingle.
“DEAL!” all three women exclaim in unison, kissing his exposed skin more enthusiastically.
By the end of their assignment, they’re all but racing one another to the Rengoku estate, giggling all the way there. And when they finally arrive, Kyojuro can’t help but feel like prey when he notices three pairs of eyes sizing him up, and not a scratch to be seen on his beloveds.
“Oh, Kyojurooo!” his wives call, already shedding layers with every step, swords clattering to the floor. Kyojuro has the sense to look nervous as they approach, only to burst into joyous laughter as he’s tackled to the floor.
Tenko catches his head at the last moment before it impacts the floor to cushion its fall.
“My loves have returned! And without so much as a scratch on you, I am overjoyed!”
Kyojuro finds himself on his back, though it’s being blown out by a faux cock strapped to Tenko’s hips. Her purposefully brutal thrusts aim directly for his prostate, turning his limbs into gelatin on contact.
Akihime has claimed his weeping cock as her own, bouncing on it as if her life depended on it. Her head is fuzzy from the pleasure as Kyojuro fills her completely, and Tenko’s cool fingers rub circles around her sensitive clit from behind. Her long brown-green ponytail bobs with every thrust, nimble fingers intertwined with Yume’s, who has taken her own seat upon Kyojuro’s face. The short girl grinds against his nose and tongue with fervor, already looking glossy-eyed at finally being filled by something.
Kyojuro can do nothing but writhe and moan helplessly against Yume’s hot sex, honey-colored eyes rolling to the back of his head as Akihime clenches around his cock at the same time Tenko’s strap scrapes against his sensitive walls just right. His face is covered in Yume’s slick and his own drool, and his textured hands clutch at the flesh of the dark-haired woman’s hips, pulling her down further onto his face.
Kyojuro is easily overwhelmed by all the stimuli, crying out pathetically as he trembles and seizes with his first orgasm of the night. Akihime makes sure to milk him of every drop of cum, riding him relentlessly even as his high fizzles out, uncaring for how sensitive his cock is after cumming.
Tenko’s thrusts only slow to accommodate how he clenches madly around the toy as he’s in the throes of orgasm. Only to pick up again as his balls empty into his other wife’s greedy cunt. His tongue slurs sloppily over Yume’s pussy.
Suffice it to say he’s throughly used and cumming dry by the end of the night 😌
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