#sponge bob caps

[eustasskidagenda]

Okay, this post is not based on a request. I kept thinking about it for hours and finally decided to write it down: how the OP characters would text their s/o. So here are some texting headcanons for some of my favorite characters: Eustass Kid, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo. I'll probably write a part 2 with my other beloved characters: Luffy, Marco, Killer, and Robin. :D

☆Texting HCs for Kid, Law, Sanji, Zoro & Sabo

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, Kid is cursing, fluff, funny, partly nsfw, mention of alcohol for Zoro 

WC : 2k

Kid

Your name/photo in his contacts: mine. With a photo of your ass, obviously. And when he's mad at you, he renames you mid(ge).

Such a brat.

His wallpaper: a cool photo of his motorbike (I'm sorry but Kid is that kind of man in love with his own bike/car. But it's okay, he's still my favorite.) Or, a pic of your ass.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: your ass, random photos of your face when he’s teasing you, his bike, and some punk stuff (music, makeup, outfit etc.)

His fav emoji : none.

He likes to send really, really shorts messages. Like : 

"Hi" "u know" "i have an idea" "So listen:"

Goddam Kid, just write the WHOLE sentence in one message.

He's sending you random pictures of his torso, just to flex with his big tiddies.

And you have to respond with a heart emoji and praise him each time.

If you want, he's more than willing to send dick pick too. 

Again, you have to praise him. Even if the pictures are absolutely non-aesthetic. He's blessing you with his cock after all. 

"Babe, you don't know how to take beautiful pics of your dick." "WTF SHUT UP???????? It's MY dick???!!! OF COURSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL??!!!" 

Yeah, Kid is clearly using extra punctuation. 

Oh, sure, each morning, you receive a mirror selfie of his outfit of the day. Such a punk fashion icon. "Rate my outfit on a scale of amazing to amazing" 

He doesn't use emojis because they sound too soft and stupid. "em0teS aRe f0r s0fT b0ys Y/N"

If you complain about his messages looking cold, he might use random emotes to annoy you like "UgH iF U wAnt 🦬" (with that stupid dumb sponge bob meme)

Whenever he calls you, it seems like he's yelling through the phone. 

He likes using caps lock like "HEY Y/N, WANNA FUCK TONIGHT??????" 

He's sending you random punk/rock music. And you have to listen and react to every single music, otherwise he's so pissed off. He is sharing his world with you, the less you can do is interact with him. 

He also loves sending some pics of what he's working on, because Kid likes to repare/custom some cars or motorbike. 

And last thing, I like the idea of Kid Pirates being a punk music band, so sure, Kid loves to send you some videos of him playing guitar. "My fingers are skilled in three things : music, crafting and fingering you all the fucking day long"

His phone is so damaged because he throws it every time he gets angry (like every two minutes).

Law

Your name/photo in his contacts: y/n-ya. With a cursed picture of you. Just to tease you with it. 

His wallpaper: nothing, just the random by default home screen. In his view, wallpapers are useless and pointless.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: random pictures you took of him, emo memes, and boring stuff about medicine or basic hygiene rules for Luffy. And a guide to "how to stop screaming and how to control your anger: a guide for children" for Kid. 

His favorite emoji: 🖕🏻

Whenever you annoy him with a stupid joke or a prank you saw on TikTok, his immediate reaction is to block you. He's so annoyed, please, leave him alone. He is immediately aware that it is a prank. Luffy always does the same to him before you do.

He's never using capital, it's for the emo aesthetic, like 'I hate bread'. Nope. But ✨"i hate bread."✨, yeah, much better

And yes, he uses "." everytime, it's for the dark and tired emo aesthetic. 

He always leaves a group conversation as soon as you include him. Please, he's so pissed off by those kinds of things. 

He's able to leave your message seen for days. Just because he was busy and forgot about what you said. If you need an answer, sure, try to call him. He always keeps his phone in silent mode. 

He likes to send you cool articles that he reads. Especially about medicine, tattoos or nerd stuff like movies, books, games etc.

"wanna go to a date tattoo with me tomorrow?" 

That kind of question is clearly his love language

He enjoys teasing you with random photos of his tattooed fingers or chest. "I bet you miss these fingers." And yeah, he's clearing curling his fingers on the pic like he would do when they are inside you. He's really good at teasing you with photos. 

Kid and Luffy steal his phone whenever he's with them. So be ready to receive a lot of ugly pictures of Law (taken by the chaotic duo), middle fingers from Kid, and blurry meat pictures from Luffy. 

Poor Law deserves a break.

Sanji 

Your name/photos in his contacts : 💗💘🛐Mon Amour (my love)🛐💘💗 With the most beautiful picture of you. 

His wallpaper : a cute couple photo.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery : a lot of cooking videos or photos, you, aesthetic pic of the sky and a private album with some hot nudes that you sent to him.

His favorites emojis : 💘💗💖🛐💍🧎🌺🌸🌹🫦🥰😘🧑🏻‍🍳🍽🍷🥘 (yeah, Sanji LOVES emojis)

He's always texting you back. If he can't reply within a second, he won't open the text. Sanji, leaving his beautiful s/o with that awful "seen"? Never. 

All the mornings "good morning sweetheart 💘" and all the evenings "sleep well sweetheart, dream about me 💖"

He wants to take a cute and aesthetic pic of the both of you all the days. 

He bombards you with pictures of his cooking. It's cute, but also annoying because he can't help but send extra long texts. He describes every single action he did, along with recipes and tips. 

He enjoys seeing your outfit of the day. He can attempt to match his clothes to yours. 

Random "I love you 💖" and "if no one told you you were pretty today : you're the prettiest 🥰" 

He enjoys sending you cooking videos. "We should eat this tonight. What do you think? 🧑🏻‍🍳"

He's pretty good at sexting. He knows how to take aesthetic photo of his hands, back, or mouth. Not just an ugly dick pick (Kid, Zoro, I'm looking at you). And he also likes to leave you some message like.

I would sit you down on this table if you were with me right now. You know, the one in your kitchen where he had dinner with your parents yesterday? I would gently kiss your neck, fondle your chest, and slowly kneel between your legs until you shout my name. You would pull on my hair, begging me to keep going until you cum repeatedly on my face.  👅 "

And if you send him a nude, well, he's going to die from a nosebleed.

Rest in peace, Sanji. 

Zoro

Your name/photos in his contacts : "y/n". You pick a picture for him because Zoro and phones are not compatible.

His wallpaper : a cool katana

What kind of pictures in his gallery : gym selfies, katanas and alcohol (all with ugly quality)

His fav emojis : 👍🏻 and 😴 Like:

"hey Zoro, you're alright" 👍🏻

"Zoro, wanna hang out?" 😴

"Babe, what are you doing?" 😴

"… am i annoying you?" 👍🏻

He can responds to absolutely anything with those two emojis. 

Zero is so oblivious, so let's be honest: he is not good at using phones. Almost every day, he forgets his phone at home. And even if he didn't forget about it, it's probably on silent mode or just off.

He doesn’t know how to use the keyboard, so prepare yourself for coded-message like "o!. @= sp⛑t t🧹day???/!df🆎e !!"He can't even use the excuse "my cat walked on my keyboard", he just sucks with technology.

Your messages are often "seen ✔️" and that's all. Not because he wants to be mean, just... he didn't understand the concept of answering every text. He takes all of your messages as random information. Like "Hey, I'd love to see you tonight!". Well. OK. Message understood. That's all.

The only application he has on his phone is Google Maps. Even with it, he still gets lost. "Turn left." Without a doubt, he turns right. 

Once, he tried to please you with a dick pic. But the photo was just terrible: bad luminosity, an ugly close-up of his cock, blurred as fuck, and you can see the dirty tissue behind him.

He doesn't answer when you call him because he's either asleep or at the gym (or drunk).

Once, he also tried to send you a voice message, but it was just the sound of the wind. He forgot to talk closer to the microphone.

Sabo 

Your name/photos in his contacts : "my revolutionary 🎩💛". With a beautiful pic of your smiling face. 

His wallpaper : a symbol of revolution. 

What kind of pictures in his gallery : petition screenshots, his brothers, you, anti-capitalist memes and a private album with some hot pic of you (naughty Sabo)

His fav emojis : 🔥✨🖕🏻💛✊🏻😡😏😎🤩👉🏻👌🏻🫵🏻

Sabo is... complicate. Sometimes, he doesn't answer for WEEKS. And sometimes he's extra chatty. And when he's chatty well...

Sabo is always spamming you with petition links. "Save the dolphins", "save the monkeys", "fuck capitalism", "for the resignation of *insert random politician name*" 

"Hey sweetheart, manifestation tomorrow. See you there!! 🫵🏻" 

When it's not petitions, it's probably videos or articles. Sabo is a pure revolutionary. Be prepared to receive lengthy texts when he wants to fight for a cause. It's cute, honestly. He's really involved and passionate. 

"You, me, on a trip tomorrow?! 😏"

Sabo has a knack for surprising you with trips, so prepare yourself. This man craves adventure and surprises. He wants you to join his crazy journey. 

Sometimes, he's using proper grammar and punctuation, sometimes he's using a lot of !!!!!!!!??????? And caps lock. Especially when he's furious about something.  He makes a lot of typo errors because he's always in a rush while typing.

Let's fught  *figrt *fijkt *FUCK *LET'S FIGHT (and fuck)

He enjoys taking pictures of you unexpectedly because it makes you seem more natural. 

"So… sweetheart… we have a new roommate" with a cute pic of a dog/frog/duck/snail/whatever. Sabo has a kind heart. If he sees a wounded or abandoned animal, he feels obliged to adopt it.

And regarding spicy texts… 

Sabo is a kinky boy. So sure, he's thirsty when it comes to sexting/nudes. As a revolutionary, he is also very careful. He always asks you first before sending you nude or spicy texts. If you're willing, then prepare yourself.

A bunch of nudes. Since he's good with them, he won't display his dick in a weird and unattractive angle to you. He enjoys showing you his hands when he's wearing his gloves. Or a mirror photo of his back.

"I know you will scratch it when I'll fuck you tonight 😏"

You're not forced to send him nude or spicy texts back. He respects your boundaries without exception. And if you send him a photo anyway, he's also really nice. Always a comment like "your ass is soooooo good with this angle. I can't believe I'm that lucky 🥵" and if he wants to save a photo for his collection, he's always asking if it's okay with you.

"Sweetie, i have a new toy for you… 💛"

We all know what he's talking about. Naughty Sabo.

[ducktoonsfanart]

Ducktales Crew in spacesuits in space on the Moon - Ducktales kids, teenagers and adults on the Moon - Happy Moon Landing and Happy Independence Day of the USA - Gift for my friend - Ducktales in Space (Ducktales AU) - Tribute to Ducktales 2017

Although I already drew Ducktales characters in spacesuits on the moon last year, still because of Landing Moon Day which is held on July 20th every year and this year is the 55th anniversary of human walking on the moon, I drew somehow a similar drawing, in my own way, in my own style where the Ducktales characters are on the moon in spacesuits.

Astronauts Neil Armstrong, Edwin Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins who led the Apollo 11 crew in the Saturn V rocket from July 16 to July 24, 1969, with July 20 and 21 being Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon and were the first people to walk on the moon and brought great pride to the USA and to all mankind. July 20 and 21, 1969 were the significant dates when people were on the moon for the first time. And those are the days of Moon Landing. After the crew of Apollo 11, the crew members of Apollo 12-17 will go and walk on the moon, until 1972, except for Apollo 13. Unfortunately, after more than 50 years, people reportedly did not go to the moon due to numerous problems with the construction of further rockets, but lately there is a race to the moon again, so maybe in the near future people will go to the moon again, unless they are faking it. Space travel is back in fashion. And 55 years have passed since the first walk on the moon.

You can see a similar previous drawing here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/732385519766487040/ducktales-crew-in-spacesuits-on-the-moon-in-space

I didn't manage to draw Ducktales characters from head to toe in spacesuits, but certainly the special way I imagine Ducktales 2017 is that they wear spacesuits like Sandy Cheeks from Sponge Bob, I just reshaped it in my own way and these suits can be used and for traveling under water, in volcanic regions and protection against pandemics. Yes, they wear bubble helmets, which are actually glass-proof. Della Duck is driving a lunar rover, like the first astronauts who walked on the moon, and Dewey is holding a banner of the USA flag from where he came from (although it has passed, I certainly dedicate this drawing to Independence Day for my American friends, which is celebrated every 4th July), Huey and Gosalyn hold a banner that reads: "We are the first ducklings on The Moon. One small step for ducklings, one big step for ducks!" If you understand this sentence. ;) And Louie Duck is filming this momentous event with his friends and family on his cell phone. Yes, these boys are wearing backwards baseball caps, since that's kind of how I prefer it in my version of Ducktales 2017 and the Quack Pack Reboot. And Donald and Daisy are here together as they love each other.

This drawing features Della Duck, Donald and Daisy Duck, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, Phooey Duck, Gosalyn Mallard, Webby Vanderquack, Lena De Spell (Sabrewing), May and June Duck. Yes, all together on the moon, and behind them you can see the planet Earth and the stars.

I hope you like this drawing and this idea and feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use these same ideas of mine without mentioning me. Thank you! Also this is dedicated to my friend @ducksinspaceadventure, who organized Moon Landing Day. Happy Independence Day everyone and Happy Moon Landing Day! And the 55th anniversary of walking on the Moon!

[cinnamon-st1ckz]

oh lord o remember this cap edit of bob sponge

[broadsidemagazine]

20-Year-Old Singer Is Bright New Face at Gerde’s Club, written by Robert [Shaprio] Shelton

A bright new face in folk music is appearing at Gerde’s Folk City. Although only 20 years old, Bob Dylan is one of the most distinctive stylists to play a Manhattan cabaret in months. Resembling a cross between a choir boy and a beatnik, Mr. Dylan has a cherubic look and a mop of tousled hair he partly covers with a Huck Finn black corduroy cap. His clothes may need a bit of tailoring, but when he works his guitar, harmonica or piano and composes new songs faster than he can remember them, there is no doubt that he is bursting at the seams with talent.

Mr. Dylan’s voice is anything but pretty. He is consciously trying to recapture the rude beauty of a Southern field hand musing in melody on his porch. All the “husk and bark” are left on his notes and a searing intensity pervades his songs.

Mr. Dylan is both comedian and tragedian. Like a vaudeville actor on the rural circuit, he offers a variety of droll musical monologues: “Talking Bear Mountain” lampoons the over-crowding of an excursion boat, “Talking New York” satirizes his troubles in gaining recognition and “Talking Havah Nagilah” burlesques the folk-music craze and the singer himself.

In his serious vein, Mr. Dylan seems to be performing in a slow-motion film. Elasticized phrases are drawn out until you think they may snap. He rocks his head and body, closes his eyes in reverie and seems to be groping for a word or a mood, then resolves the tension benevolently by finding the word and the mood.

He may mumble the text of “House of the Rising Sun” in a scarcely understandable growl or sob, or clearly enunciate the poetic poignancy of a Blind Lemon Jefferson blues: “One kind favor I ask of you--See that my grave is kept clean.”

Mr. Dylan’s highly personalized approach toward folk song is still evolving. He has been sopping up influences like a sponge. At times, the drama he aims at is off-target melodrama and his stylization threatens to topple over as a mannered excess.

But if not for every taste, his music-making has the mark of originality and inspiration, all the more noteworthy for his youth. Mr. Dylan is vague about his antecedents and birthplace, but it matters less where he has been than where he is going, and that would seem to be straight up.

(The New York Times, September 29, 1961)

[sadboi-in-a-sweater]

Sadboi's Incredibly Strange Multifandom Adventure - Chapter 3: Hello Mario

The next morning, she awoke to the sound of Patrick's snoring. Carefully, she slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, where she found Sponge Bob already up, flipping pancakes. "Ready for another day of jellyfishing?" he asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Sadboi nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "But first, I think we should talk." She pulled out her phone, the screen displaying a map of the multidimensional realms she could now access. "There are so many places to explore, so many friends to help."

Sponge Bob's eyes lit up. "Ooh, like a quest!"

Patrick, still groggy, rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, I like quests. Do we get treasure?"

The French Narrator floated in, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Remember, Sadboi, you are not alone. Your friends here in Bikini Bottom stand with you."

They gathered around the map, pointing out various locations. The conversations grew louder as they debated the merits of visiting different worlds. Sadboi felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. Was she ready to be a hero in these unfamiliar lands?

"Let's start with something a bit closer to home," she suggested, pointing to a nearby dimension. "The Mushroom Kingdom is calling."

The trio looked at each other, then back at the map. "Mushroom Kingdom?" Patrick repeated. "Isn't that where Mario lives?"

"Yes, yes!" Sponge Bob bounced up and down. "We could go and say hello to Toad!"

And with that, the decision was made. The French Narrator nodded in approval. "A wise choice. A land of adventure and friendship, where the brave and the pure of heart are always welcome."

They set off, the vibes from her phone leading the way. The waters of Bikini Bottom grew murky before parting to reveal a shimmering portal. Sadboi took a deep breath and stepped through, the others following closely behind.

On the other side, they emerged in a lush, green landscape. The air was sweet with the scent of mushrooms and flowers. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the towering fungi that made up the trees. The sight of the iconic red-and-white mushroom houses filled her with a sense of wonder.

The first person they encountered was a tiny, blue creature with a mushroom cap on his head. "Hallo, Sadboi!" he exclaimed. "I am Toad! Welcome to the Mushroom Kingdom!"

Sadboi couldn't help but blush. "Hi, Toad. It's a pleasure to meet you. We're here to help if you need it."

Toad's eyes widened. "You heard about the trouble with Bowser?"

"Trouble with Bowser?" Patrick echoed. "Sounds like a job for the Super Mario Bros!"

The French Narrator cleared his throat. "Or perhaps, a job for the Kamen Rider of Bikini Bottom."

Sadboi nodded, gripping her Meta Knight plushie tightly. "We're ready to help," she said, her voice firm. "But we'll need to get to know the lay of the land first."

Toad led them through the colorful world, pointing out the locations of the various power-ups and explaining the culture of the Toad people. As they walked, the vibes grew stronger, signaling trouble ahead.

They soon stumbled upon a group of Goombas causing chaos in a nearby village. The French Narrator whispered, "Your destiny calls, Sadboi. Will you answer?"

Without hesitation, she transformed into her Kamen Rider form. "Henshin!" The blue light enveloped her once again, and she stood tall, her sword at the ready.

The Goombas froze in their tracks, staring up at her in awe. Sponge Bob and Patrick looked on, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

The battle was swift and decisive. With her vibesense and the power of friendship, Sadboi dispatched the Goombas with ease. The villagers cheered as they watched their new hero.

After the victory, they were invited to meet the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. As they approached the castle, the vibes grew stronger, hinting at the greater challenges that lay ahead. But for now, Sadboi felt a warmth in her heart. She had found a place where she could be herself, and where she could make a difference.

The castle doors swung open, revealing a grand hall filled with Toads bustling about, their caps bobbing as they went about their duties. At the far end, a regal figure sat on a throne adorned with gold and sparkling jewels. As they approached, the Toad in question looked up, revealing herself to be none other than the iconic Peach herself.

"Thank you, Sadboi," Peach said with a warm smile. "Your bravery has saved our village from those pesky Goombas."

Sadboi bowed slightly, the weight of her new role as an interdimensional hero sinking in. "It was nothing, really," she replied, trying to sound modest despite her racing heart.

"Oh, but it was," Peach insisted. "We've been facing such trouble with Bowser's latest schemes. Our hero, Mario, has been busy with his own adventures. Perhaps you could lend us a hand?"

Sadboi's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'd be honored," she said, and Sponge Bob and Patrick nodded eagerly in agreement.

The French Narrator stepped forward. "But first, allow us to explore your world and understand the nature of this Bowser."

Peach nodded gravely. "You must speak with the wise old sage, Toadsworth. He will guide you on your quest."

They followed Toad through the castle, the walls lined with portraits of past battles and heroic deeds. Each step echoed through the halls, a reminder of the legacy they were about to become a part of.

Upon reaching Toadsworth's chamber, they found him surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls. He looked up, his eyes widening when he saw the unusual trio. "Ah, you must be the ones the prophecy spoke of," he said in a shaky voice.

Sadboi looked at her friends, then back at Toadsworth. "Prophecy?" she repeated, feeling a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Yes," the old Toad nodded. "The ones who would come from beyond the stars to aid in our time of need. The Kamen Rider of Bikini Bottom, the Sponge of the Seas, and the Star of the Surface."

Sponge Bob and Patrick beamed with pride, while Sadboi felt the pressure mounting. They listened intently as Toadsworth recounted the tale of Bowser's latest plot to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom and the prophecy that foretold their arrival.

The quest laid before them was no simple errand. They would have to collect the scattered Power Stars, hidden across the realm in treacherous lands, to power up the Starship that could take them to Bowser's castle. Each Star was guarded by a formidable boss, a creature twisted by the dark magic of the tyrant.

The French Narrator translated the ancient text for them, his voice carrying the weight of the words. "The path ahead is fraught with peril," he warned, "but with courage and unity, you shall prevail."

Sadboi took a deep breath. "Let's do this," she said, her eyes determined.

Their journey through the Mushroom Kingdom was a whirlwind of excitement and danger. They faced Goombas and Koopas, navigated treacherous mazes, and braved the fiery depths of Lavaland. Each victory brought them closer to their goal, and with every step, their bond grew stronger.

One evening, as they camped in the tranquil Whispering Woods, Sponge Bob and Patrick sat around the fire, roasting marshmallows and sharing their favorite moments from their adventures in Bikini Bottom. Sadboi listened with a smile, feeling more alive than she had in years.

"But why do you call yourself 'Sadboi'?" Peach asked, her curiosity piqued.

Sadboi's smile faltered for a moment. "It's just a name," she said, her eyes drifting to the shadows. "A reminder of where I came from, I guess."

The French Narrator placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But it is also a symbol of the strength you carry within you," he reminded her. "A strength that transcends the boundaries of your past."

The conversation grew quieter as the fire crackled and the stars twinkled above. Each member of the group reflected on their journey thus far. The French Narrator spoke up, his voice a gentle ripple in the calm night. "Sadboi, your past does not define you. It is the choices you make today that shape your destiny."

Sadboi looked up at him, the fire casting a warm glow on her soft pastel blue features. "You're right," she said, her voice steady. "I've been running from my past for too long. It's time to face it, to use it to make the future better."

The next day, they approached the final Star, hidden deep within the hauntingly beautiful Forest of Illusion. The air was thick with magic, the trees whispering secrets that no one dared to repeat. As they ventured further in, the vibes grew intense, and Sadboi's heart raced.

"The final boss is here," she murmured, gripping her Meta Knight plushie tightly. "It's time to end this."

The forest grew darker, the path more treacherous, until finally, they reached a clearing where the last Power Star lay untouched. But as they stepped forward to claim it, a monstrous figure emerged from the shadows—Bowser himself.

The tyrant's eyes gleamed with malice as he sneered at them. "You dare to interfere with my plans?"

Sadboi stepped forward, her vibesense picking up the fear and anger within Bowser's heart. "We're here to stop you," she declared, transforming into her Kamen Rider form.

The battle was fierce, a clash of light and darkness. Bowser's fire breath and heavy stomps met with Sadboi's swift blade and Sponge Bob's surprising agility. Patrick's unorthodox tactics kept the villain on his toes, while the French Narrator offered guidance and encouragement.

Through it all, Sadboi focused on the vibes of those she had met—the joy of the Mushroom Kingdom, the determination of the Toads, and the hope that burned within her own heart. With each strike, she felt the power of her friends and the courage of the heroes she admired in her favorite stories.

As the fight grew more intense, Sadboi found herself face-to-face with Bowser. She could see the infection in his heart, the same darkness that had threatened Hallownest. With a deep breath, she reached out with her vibesense, attempting to purge the corruption.

The effort was immense, her entire being vibrating with the force of her will. The ground shook, the trees bent, and the very air around them crackled with energy. For a moment, it seemed as if she might fail, but then the Power Star pulsed with a brilliant light, responding to her purity of heart.

The light enveloped Bowser, and when it dissipated, he was no longer a monster, but a defeated, weary creature. The infection was gone, and in its place was a glimmer of regret.

"Your power…it's incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Sadboi offered a hand. "The power of friendship is stronger than any darkness," she said, her voice filled with conviction.

Together, they returned to the castle, where the Mushroom Kingdom celebrated their victory. The French Narrator translated the cheers of the Toads into words of praise and thanks.

"You have done well, Sadboi," Peach said, her voice filled with admiration. "With the Power Stars restored, we can now confront Bowser and bring peace to our land."

The journey back to the castle was filled with the joyous sounds of Toads cheering and confetti raining from the sky. The weight of the quest had been lifted, and the vibes of the Mushroom Kingdom were buoyant with hope. Upon their return, they were met with an even greater surprise—Mario himself, standing tall and proud, ready to join their cause.

"Thank you for saving our land, Sadboi," Mario said, his mustache twitching with excitement. "With the Power Stars in hand, we can now challenge Bowser in his own fortress."

Sadboi nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "We're in this together," she said, her voice clear and strong. "For the Mushroom Kingdom, and for all the worlds we're yet to protect."

Mario looked at her with a mix of surprise and respect. "You truly are a hero," he said, clasping her hand firmly. "Let us rest and prepare for the final battle."

The group took their leave and returned to the castle, where they were met with a feast fit for heroes. The French Narrator regaled the Toads with tales of their adventures, while Sadboi couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Despite the joy and camaraderie she had found here, she knew her time in the Mushroom Kingdom was temporary. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge from Sponge Bob. "You okay, buddy?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah," she said with a forced smile, pushing the sadness aside for the moment. "Just thinking about home."

Patrick looked up from his plate of mushroom ravioli. "You know you're always welcome here, right?"

Sadboi's smile grew genuine. "Thanks, guys. That means a lot."

The night passed quickly, and soon it was time for the final assault on Bowser's Castle. The French Narrator had studied the maps and provided them with a strategy, which they discussed in hushed tones as they suited up. The castle loomed in the distance, its spikes glinting menacingly in the moonlight.

As they approached the drawbridge, a cacophony of roars and clanking armor echoed through the night. "Looks like we've got company," Sponge Bob said, his eyes widening at the sight of the many-eyed beasts and fire-breathing plants that lay in wait.

"No time to waste," Sadboi said, transforming into her Kamen Rider form.

The battle was fierce, their path to the castle fraught with Bowser's most fearsome minions. Each step was a testament to their unity and friendship. They fought as one, their abilities complementing each other's as they dodged, weaved, and countered the relentless onslaught.

Finally, they reached the castle's inner sanctum. The air grew thick with anticipation, the very walls seeming to hum with power. Bowser awaited them, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. "So, you've come to challenge me," he sneered.

"We have," Sadboi said, her voice echoing in the vast chamber. "To protect this world, and all the others you wish to conquer."

The final battle was a dance of light and shadow, a symphony of power and will. Bowser threw everything he had at them—fireballs, hammers, and his immense bulk—but the team remained steadfast.

Mario, ever the strategist, found an opening in Bowser's defenses. "Now, Sadboi!" he shouted.

With a fierce yell, Sadboi leaped into the air, her sword gleaming with the light of the Power Stars. She brought it down upon Bowser with all her might. The castle trembled, and for a moment, all was silent.

As the dust settled, Bowser lay defeated. The French Narrator stepped forward, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "Your reign of terror ends now," he said, his words resonating through the hushed chamber.

Bowser looked up at them, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding. "I see," he murmured. "I have been a fool to underestimate the power of friendship."

The French Narrator offered him a hand. "You can still change," he said. "Find your path to redemption."

Bowser took the offered hand, and together, they turned to face the shimmering portal that stood open, beckoning them home.

The Mushroom Kingdom celebrated their victory, the vibes of joy and relief palpable. As they stepped through the portal, Sadboi felt a pang of sadness, but also a newfound strength. She had found friends in the most unexpected of places and had helped save a world.

Back in Bikini Bottom, they shared tales of their adventure with Mr. Krabs and Plankton, who listened with rapt attention. Sponge Bob and Patrick couldn't stop talking about their newfound heroism, while the French Narrator nodded sagely, a proud smile on his face.

The night grew late, and the stars twinkled above them. Sadboi sat on the beach, her Meta Knight plushie by her side. The vibes of the ocean soothed her soul, and she knew that she had found a place where she truly belonged—among the friends she had made in Bikini Bottom. Yet, the call of her newfound destiny was undeniable.

"You're deep in thought," Sponge Bob said, plopping down beside her. "What's up?"

Sadboi sighed, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I've been thinking about home," she confessed. "And the worlds we've left behind."

"You can visit anytime," Patrick assured her, his voice gentle. "We're always here for you, yesyes?"

Sadboi nodded, her smile bittersweet. "But what if I can't come back?"

The French Narrator, who had been quietly observing the scene, spoke up. "Home is where the heart is," he said, his voice a comforting rumble. "And your heart is as vast as the multiverse itself. You have friends in every corner of the cosmos now."

The words resonated within her, and she felt a warmth spread through her. It was true—she had found a family here. Yet, the pull of her duty was strong.

[becoming-not-became]

Sunny

And finally after several cloudy days dawn breaks through like slaves freedfrom their chains and the citybathes and baskslike a sealon some floatsoaking up warmth like soapy sponges bobbing about dishwater and even mountains can be seen in the distance snow caps smiling grinning and greeting like people with brand new dentures

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ Claude was watering the plants he brought for his daughter. He is pretty sure Elizabeth wouldn't notice a thing. She was kind of under the weather lately, and he feels an obligation to be responsible for her. He was surprised at the news to be granpa again. He wore nude shorts and Hawaiian shirts, and a red cap on the head. He changed his style to having a mustache, he was humming while he watered, wearing a pair of neon crocs and sponge bob socks, and he heard the doorbell rang. ❛ Luxxxx! ❜ He yelled and his daughter hadn't answered, and he put the bucket aside, and went to open the door, complaining in French. Once he opened the door, he was surprised by the vision in front of him.

Stella. He slammed the door and open again, thinking he is imagining scenery. ❛ Stellar. Suddenly, you remember that you have a daughter?❜ He touched his mustache proudly, and stepped aside. ❛ Or a husband? ❜ He inquired inspecting the woman he loved so crazily. His gaze drops at her neckline, and he clears his own throat. ❛ You better say your piece before I break this cheap botox of ya. ❜ Claude doesn't like to threaten women, he respects them. He hated himself for somewhat liking her after everything she had done.

Elizabeth on the other hand was napping in her bedroom. Unaware of the ruckus happening in her living room.

──the smile adorning her lips was followed by a nod and she was quick to save her daughter’s number on her phone. It could be the alcohol cruising through her system, or the good mood the smoke they had put her in, but she had a feeling that made she and Liz could look past what had happened and move forward. she had accepted a gift from her, after all. musing, she decided she was going to pay her a visit the following days, and this time as Stella and not masqueraded like some upscale Catwoman. For now, she got lost amidst the crowd, in search of her new adventure for the night, maybe a gentleman to flirt with and pass the time ( or a good looking lady, she was not gonna turn down a hot human based on their gender ).

a couple of days passed and here she was, finally, standing just across Liz’s apartment building. she brought her cigarette to her lips and took a nice, slow, long drag, staring up high, even if it was impossible for her to actually make out anything to where her daughter’s penthouse was located. was she nervous? not quite, but something had her feeling slightly on edge and she did not like the feeling; she tried to shake it off, watched the smoke as she blew it out, then put the cigarette out; stomping on it with her black Yves Saint Laurent scandals.

before she knew it, she was right outside Liz’s door, her hand raised with her characteristic confidence to ring the bell —and still, there was a weight in the pit of her stomach; a pang of…guilt? she waved it off, mentally, a smile adorned her lips as she door opened; bright and, almost, cocky. “good evening,” she greeted with a cheerful drawl, a lilt in her tone.

[brandonwayneb]

TALK OVER TACOMA WA

TALK OVER KITE SURF USA SLAVE MONEY

SKIN FACTORY

SKY PIZZA

Macaroni bar, and grill Barbie and Ken Sai kinetic dragon genetics

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SONIC MOUNTAIN

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MASS MURDERS EXPOSED IN THE USA MAY SEA

MAY FAITH

"BUILD GAY MESH"

"GUILD GUY MAY"

"SMURF SURF AND TURF"

"AGENTS ENGAGED IN HUMAN MUTILATION IN RE SIZE HAIRCUT PENIS BRAIN SHOPS"

TACOMA WA

BIO OPS 24:7 USA INTERNATIONAL EXPOSURE

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BIO OPS

"pretend ur a sonic mountain"

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"pretend you have a pet python"

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"DOWNSIZE ASSASSINATIONS"

"LAB CRIMES INTERNATIONAL"

"STREET LEVEL COPS BOO OPS"

"COPS WITH BOOPS"

"COPS PLAY RUM DUM"

"COPS DUMP FIST BUMP"

"SONIC MOUNTAIN"

"DRAGON BLOOD"

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June 25

PUBLIC ASSASSINATIONS USA

BIO OPS 24:7 CASH COPS COPRSE BRIDGED USA MARS ORBITER

BLOOD MARKET USA TACOMA WA CORRUPT COUNTRY AND USA MARKET EXPOSED CURRENT MIXED MANAGEMENT ASSASSINATIONS SUB CODE BACKGROUND DOUBLE AGENTS IN CLUB CIRCLES SECRET INTERESTS TEAMMATES HALF KNOWLEDGE STAFF AND GENOCIDE HOSTAGES INTERNATIONAL

"CAP MAYOR"

"MAYOR SANDWICH"

"PLAY PYTHON RUM"

"PIE RUN"

"pythagorean theorem"

"GARY"

"LARY"

"DICK"

"HAIRY"

"SCARY TACOMA WA"

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MASS MURDER CHANNELS EXPOSED IN THE USA, THROUGH SPIRITUAL EVOLUTION CONNECTIONS WITH BRANDON BRANDON, DEBASE TACOMA WA

OUTSOURCE TACOMA WA

BRANDON REPORTS THERES EXPOSED INTERNATIONAL AGENTS IN GENOCIDE IN DOUBLE MANAGEMENT MIXED TEAMS IN USA TACOMA WA SECRET DOUBLE AGENTS IN USA HUMAN TRAFFICKING CLUB CODES MIXED HOSTAGE TEAMS

DRAGON NEWS

OUTSOURCE TACOMA

"Rum jokes"

"Phytoplankton jokes"

"sponge bob bed jokes"

"hyper pot psy done jokes"

"paris penis jokes"

"cart wheels jokes"

"cover up hostage jokes"

"cover up mixed unknown teammates jokes"

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"FACE BOOK BLOOPER JOKES"

used as assassination cover ups

and "FREDDY TEDDY" and "BETTY BOOP"

"TREE HUG"

"RAINBOW BUG"

"CASH RUG"

ASSASSINATIONS EXPOSED 24:7 JUNE 25 ON WARDROBES

WAR GLOBALS

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JOKES "ALIENS MEET THE DEVIL"

JOKES "JERSEY SHORE"

MIXED TEAM COVER UPS LIVE

talks of "GIVE DEVIL HAIRCUTS"

ASSASSINATION AND PRE LABS EXPOSED INTERNATIONAL ASSASSINATIONS TOYS R US USA

“PLAY DUMB JEW MAY”

[pinkiepieb-fly]

last one i promise

[forgetmenots0250]

Casper crew + Finney x Tomboyish Nonbinary reader

For each character whose age differs from the other your age will change depending on the character, such as Griffin, Robin, or Vance Also thanks for requesting it was fun writing this

You knew who you wanted to be but there wasn’t really a label for you out there so decided to just not have one

Most couldn’t dissociate you from a boy or a girl and even if you dressed boyish, they couldn’t tell

You even gave vague answers to throw them off your trail

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“Yes” finger guns away

”What’s in your between your legs?”

“Thighs” finger guns away

“What’s in your pants?”

“Sponge bob underwear” finger guns away

“Do you have a penis or a vagina!?”

“Neither” finger guns away

After a whole 3 months of pestering and people asking question that were to the point you actually had to get in a fight with a guy because he thought you were a pretty boy who couldn’t fight and you kindly told him, "I'm not a boy fuck face." (You made him eat shit for that)

People then just started to not care anymore which they put your gender aside and started to look at your talents 

Also, your attractiveness 

You liked music

It just spoke to you that no human emotions or people could ever say

Your violin was your baby and took classes when you were a child and it just stuck

Even though you can play other instruments like the piano and guitar 

Finney

You met Finney when you were invited to a baseball game with a friend 

Unfortunately your other friends weren’t there so it was just you and your friend, your friend group was small since some people you were just uncomfortable with

Most people must stared at you but didn’t really move to talk to you or anything just stared which kinda creeped you out

But unknowingly to you it was actually you were dubbed as “Untouchable” due to you beating up that one guy and threatening people who hurt your friends

Finney was the best and when he won the game you just had to tell him something

“Finney that was amazing! You did amazingly Finney!”

“O-oh thank you. I’m glad you’re here cheering me on” 

Finney was so fucking nervous

You were so attractive and so very making Finney’s heart beat like he ran a marathon and you high fived him, you even complimented him, the most attractive person in the school

You asked for him to sign a baseball because 

“I just want an original one so when your famous I can flaunt it to other fans”

You damn near killed our boy Finney

He gave you his baseball cap as a gift and now you wear it in school and he takes so much pride in being close to you

It even makes him a bit popular 

Robin

You met Robin while going to the movies and he recognized you as Pretty Face from school

Robin sits next to you and try to get a conversation rolling first talking about the movies and then related movies and then interests 

You happily spill about your interests since you don’t get that opportunity everyday but once you realize your ranting you try to apologize but then Robin is just sitting there listening intently smiling softly for a moment before he realizes you stopped talking and asked if you were okay

You were glad that you weren’t annoying him and asked him about his interests which he happily ranted about 

This atmosphere that you had around you made his heart light and made him not even pay attention to the movie and once it was done you asked if he wanted to hang out 

“I really had fun talking to you dude, can we hang out? Maybe bowling or skating?”

“Yeah I had fun talking to you too, skating sounds nice”

“Great! I’ll see you later, same time on Friday at the skating rink!” 

You ran to your sister’s car since she did drop you off and you were worried that if you took any longer get she would embarrass you in front of Robin

Robin was left standing there with your number in his hand and fluttering feeling in his chest 

All he could do was smile as the car drove away 

He was definitely calling you later and making up some bullshit excuse to talk about your favorite horror movie 

Just to hear your voice 

Bruce

You met Bruce when he was at the bike shop 

He was given some money and was sent to get his own bike of his own so he was very indecisive about his choice

Your dad worked there and had been apart of the shop for years so almost everyone knew you as the kid who brought everyone coffee on weekends in the morning 

You were going to visit your dad for his break and found Bruce looking between two bikes 

One was a white one and a blue one, he was really torn between the two and was muttering to himself the pros and cons of both bikes 

“I say the white one it looks nice and it even has a basket”

Bruce jumped out of his skin as he heard a voice right behind him

“WHAT THE FUC- oh hi”

“Oh sorry for giving you a scare, my bad”

“Oh it’s fine, I get scared easily…”

“Really? I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“Well…”

Bruce asked for your number, as awkward as it was 

You two hung out at an arcade and had fun in the shooting games and after grabbed a smoothie and hung out just sitting at the park

Vance

You met Vance at grab n go when he was playing his pinball machine and the guy who bumped into the machine masses him up and ruined his score

Thankfully you deescalated the situation making a deal with Vance that you would buy him something to eat

You got him whatever he wanted, and you got him some fast food

You two got talking and found out that you two shard a love for music, he had an electric guitar that was gifted to him by his mother and you just had to ask for him to play

He was unexpectedly good and liked to listen to his music and even played with him with your own guitar

You loved his hair it was just long and pretty and fluffy, and for what? who gave him that right to look so angelic?

You invited him to your house often and had sleepovers and let him brush your hair and in exchange he let you braid his hair, and it was fucking fantastic

You being the person you are took every opportunity to hug Vance since why not?

You and Vance now hang out annually at grab n go where you just watch Vance play pinball and eat snacks

You and Vance sometimes go to the park and play with the neighborhood stray cats and oddly enough Vance is a cat magnet

Vance literally has 4 cats that just run up to him when they go to the park

You only have one that recognizes you right away and she is your baby

Vance teases you about having the most cats which you just throw your water bottle at him, it's an empty plastic bottle that you forget to refill everyday but just have on hand

Vance was really good at hiding his adoration for you and tried to subtly give hints, but they were so obscure that you couldn't tell what he was trying to say

Billy

You met Billy while he was on his paper route because you were taking some cheesecake to your auntie

He came up behind you making you almost lose control of the bike

“a-AAAH-! FUCK-!”

“Jesus- sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I just wanted to say hi, you okay?”

Y-yeah… I’m fine but what the hell.”

“My bad, how about I buy you a soda as an apology?”

“…Deal but you have to buy me soda for the next week!”

Billy sighed as he knew he was not getting out of this one

“Deal…”

And so how your relationship started

Billy for the next week would buy you soda and would sit next to you in the morning once he was done with his paperboy work

He was always early to school almost an hour early and you came 15 minutes into his hour chatting away and him buying you your soda in the morning

You two would complain about teachers and Billy had tales and tales about his horrible PE teacher while you also had tales and tales of your guitar teacher who was just an ass but you still learned in that class surprisingly

Once it was raining and hadn’t brought your umbrella and you found Billy who was also standing under a hangover with no umbrella

He spotted you first

“Ah (Name)! You stuck in the rain too?”

“Yup, I’m guessing you don’t have one either?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did!”

“Oh wow. I feel so loved here.”

You said that in the most monotone voice you could muster but even still you had a little smile on your face

“Whatever- wait I got an idea”

“What? You gonna hold your jacket above us as we walk?”

“Basically but not technically”

“Wait I was joking-”

“We’ll you got it right out his on!”

Billy hand you his jacket that was somewhat plastic fabric so the rain would roll off

You put on the jacket and Billy crouched down as if to give you a piggy back ride

“Get on!”

“Cool”

You held the jacket out to cover you and Billy and he started to blitz down the sidewalk

“AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?!?!?!?”

You both screamed until you guys got home

Griffin

Griffin was a quiet child and you two met when he was getting bullied but you defended him and even though you got hurt you were able to send the bullies crying

”Are you okay?”

“Am I okay!? Are you okay!?”

“I’m fine, it’ll heal!”

“T-then let me help you bandage it up!”

Griffin took your hand and took you to his front porch and he went inside to get a first aid kit

He disinfected the wounds and put Babbage’s on them

“How do you know how to do this?”

“Well-… I’m really clumsy and have to bandage myself up most the time so I learned quickly! Hahaha…”

You didn’t believe it really but you didn’t want to push Griffin so you let it go and offered him to go to your hideout

Griffin perked up when he heard hideout

“Hideout? As in secret base!?”

Griffin was absolutely enamored by the idea of a secret base and you had one? Awesome!

You took Griffin into the woods where there was an abandoned bridge that was over a small river

But the bridge was covered in rugs and half on it was covered in wood that looked to be drilled and roped together (the wood planks could only go so far up)

“How in the world did you build this?”

“I didn’t but my pops did when I was bit younger, he build it because I wanted to go camping but was too scared of the woods to actually camp so he built this near town”

“It’s amazing!”

“I know right? Come in we can play game boys!”

“You have those!?”

“You bet I do!”

You had been Griffin’s hero and he adored you for it, you also defended him even if he didn’t need it

He always gave you a big hugs and insisted on holding hands to school

You and Griffin after school would go to the hideout to play games and hang out

During the summer you two would go down to the river to splash around and have fun in the cool water while in the summer heat

After once you had gotten somewhat dried you two would do to grab n go and get soda and even ice cream to enjoy your day even more

Griffin comes to your place more than you go to his place

In the winters you two hang by the heater and cuddle in blankets and you play the piano that’s your folks have for Griffin and he loves it

[dizzybutterflyanons]

STOP THE CAP CAP CAP CAP CAPPER LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!!! BURN YOUR PANTS BURN BURN SPONGE BOB RIPPED HIS PANTS LOOKIN ASS!!!(/lh) ALL YOUR PLAN

I WIN WIN WIN!!!

cant believe I had to make a whole new blog just so 💫 can be freely gay. smh smh smh /j

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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[muffindaddystyles]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍'

Since we all are gonna have angry dark Harry in the movie "don't worry darlin." I'm gonna write opposite to it.

Pairing: Reader x Harry.

Song Suggestion: SHE by Harry Styles.

Warning: Heavily smut. Pegging. Use of dirty talking.

In their room with red lights, comfy made bed and a box full of toys to pleasure Harry there were moans, whimpers and filthy explicit cries of pleasure.

Even though nobody have touched eachother yet. It's just whole alot of 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.

In her maroon sexy lingerie with a thong showing her beautiful pussy and garter she was straddling his taught sweaty chest. Her arousal soaking from the flimsy fabric of her thong smudging in between his pecs making her ride easy and when she bucked her hips with a certain wave of pleasure her core rubbed against his scruffy chin and all he want to have is a taste, taste of her sweet little cunt but he let his hands remain on his head because he knows well that she's in control at the time and she would leave him with weeping dick and blue balls without any mercy.

She dragged her other hand behind in between his legs. He's thick and palpalating with desire in his thighs, bucking his hips with a whimper when she collected his pre-come and smacked his outer thigh with a stinging pain that was like an unbearable pleasure to Harry. 𝑵𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌.

"Who told you to move, pretty boy, hmm?" She whispers lowering down to meet his eye level cradling his jaw smearing his own cum over his bottom lip and kissin it from there, "Sorry." Harry moaned out in a weep in her mouth and she hummed eroticaly teasing her tongue against his's.

He's a dominant one. Y/n shudders under his touch on his bed but he's the vulnerable one too, who likes to get choked, teased to tears, to have someone's authority over him under red and most pleasurably getting fucked by her in the ass.

"Mhm. Prettiest. S'mine." She gave a kitten lick to his perked nipples caressing another one in between her fingers, rubbing his bulky taught chest up and down. He loves it.

He's a cheeky bastard who loves attention, solely on him at some night, he wants to get pampered here and there even though he's the one always taking care of his moppet, always making sure if she's getting filled with his cum where ever she wants it.

He clenches his fingers from avoiding to grab her hair and fuck her pressed into mattress but he's a good boy for her.

"So, good for me. Look at you makin' a mess in between your thighs haven't even touched you." She pecks his ferns hovering over his heated aching cock and the head of his cock hit her moist lips when she just gave a tiny stroke to his slit, "do it again and m'cumming right over your face without any of your help." She warned him knowing impatience wouldn't lead him anywhere but he mewled rocking his head over the pillow.

"Please. Petal, d'somethin' want you to touch me so bad..." His voice rough from just moaning and you squeeze his thighs kissing the softest flesh of his insides, "patience baby." He nods obeyingly gulping and staring the red lights above.

His pink lips parting and eyes slip shutting when for the first time through the whole teasing you wrapped your palm around his rock hard cock, thumb pressing into his slit and you pumped him caringly up and down, down and up another hand fondling with his heavy balls.

He squirmed fisting the sheets as you opened your mouth wide spit drooling from your lazy tongue down to the crown of his swollen cock and it sent him into a frenzy, just fucking the air.

She gave a gentle pressure to it's base taking him in her wet mouth happily. Her cheeks warm and snug around his cock, she stayed like this for seconds swirling her tongue around his head as if he's her favourite lollipop then bobbing her mouth with no rush. Taking him slow, deep and filthyly nice.

"Fuck." He mutters raising a little to look at her but again fell into sheets with an obscene sight of his girl sucking him off like a dirty enchantress.

Her own nipples erect against her tight bra and when her eyes fell over his recked frame of figure writhing just because of her it washed a bucket of pleasure down her pooling her thong with more arousal damping them more than they already are.

She takes him out with a pop noise. Pumping him whole the way down she commanded him with a light voice, "on your stomach." Harry had to join her words and he was quickly turning onto sheets hissing loudly smashing his face into pillow when his warm cock met with the cold sheets.

"Ass in air." Her dainty hand came from far spanking his arse hard and he jerked forward murmuring incoherently, his beautiful tanned back flawlessly bending as he tucked his knees under him raising his arse high that's it could be in her reach.

"Gonna stretch you, make you wet. Okay love?" She asked him stroking his asscheeks and all that came from his mouth was, "please yes. Anything." She was intrigued fingers making their way from his slit towards his puckered pink hole as she opens his cheeks for that she could admire him properly.

His rim clenching onto nothing as she traced her thumb over it nudging it a bit that made him shake his ass pleading for more only getting another hard spank to his calve instead, "such a shame. a pretty boy like you could forget how to behave." She cinches his fingers through his luscious damp curls snapping his head in her direction.

"Suck." She tapped his lower lip and with a hooded gaze he took her two fingers inside his mouth suckling on it hungrily over his tongue teeth grazing as she pulled them outside pushing them in her own tiny mouth, "hmm. love your mouth." She moans around her own fingers swirling her tongue around as if it's his cock.

Harry gazes up at her admiringly and drunkenly with love. Only shutting his eyes when she touched his rim with her cold moisty fingers spreading it till his spine.

His dick oozing with pre-come dirtying the sheets under him. With both hands groping his asscheeks to spread him wide she licked around his hole nipping his soft flesh at sides and he grinded muffling into pillow, "yeah c'mon baby eat my ass." She nuzzled her nose up and down gliding her other hand down to soothe her palm over his balls.

Shoving the tip of her tongue into his hole but it squeezed her out from his tightness with an agonising moan.

"S'okay. Shh. M'here." She smoothes the back of her thighs caringly to calm him down squirting a good amount of lube onto her fingers and over his hole. Her top most priority's not to hurt him. She would never forget herself if she did so.

"Spread wider for me, puppy." Her voice affectionate now breaking the act she was in and she had to pat his bum to bring him out of his haze.

She moaned and he moaned when she carefully pushed her finger inside him thumb stroking the excessive skin, "good?" She asked him cheek dropping against his ass and he groaned out shuddering clenching awfully tight around her fingers as she admired him nothing else.

"Fuckin' good, keep movin'." She nodded standing back on her knees staring at the way her fingers appears and disappears into him lewdly, with her rough pushes her thighs slapped against his's and her eyes rolled back along with her head.

Harry took his aching cock in his grasp pumping it with lazy strokes feeling the coolness of his rings, whimpering when the mushy pads of her fingers sponged against his prostate sending pure shiver to his spine until his cock making it throb and Harry drooled over his pillow from stimulation.

The sight was too pleasuring not to moan, "hmm gonna pull out." She placed her palm over his lower spine applying a warm pressure and he carelessly nodded.

When she pulled out he was all stretched and pink, rim glistening with her saliva, sensitively he clenched and unclenched making you shove her hand into her thong.

"Harry..." She moaned out like a kitten when she found herself dripping from the beautiful sight of him spent out infront of her, smudging her juices on her pussy lips collecting them over her fingers she bought it towards his hole some of it dropping to his asscheek as she spread it all over his rim again pushing your fingers inside and he grinded his hips back eagerly.

With few prods to his prostate a good job of her tongue, him jerking his cock hastily and her massaging his balls he cummed hard ribbons and ribbons of his thick cum on sheets and she helped him through his high.

Giving him love in between of your filthiness.

He inhales through his parted lips sprawled onto his tummy and she scooted up where he has his face snuggled, "can you come for second time, lover boy. For me?" She just wanted to pleasure him to the extent where he sees stars and she knows he can take it.

"Please yes." He breathily smiled and she pecked his lips going back, "now lay on your back. gonna make you feel sooo good." He sighed loudly gazing her while she rubbed her pussy against his knee.

She had to startle yourself from your own pleasure as he was staring at her in awe. Harry chuckled now he's a bit out of his haze of getting a climax.

She glared him taking the pink dildo from the box taking it in your mouth to wet it, pushing it in and out like she would do to his cock.

With trembling fingers she snapped her thong down tracing the head of silicon dildo to the trim patch of her hair. Teasing and swirling her clit with it wetting it with her arousal by stroking it in between her pussy lips.

Harry breathed raggingly. Curses slipping out of his lips and he interwined your guys fingers atop his knee cap when you lost your balance as you pushed the dildo inside her crying out abusively.

Dirty. Filthy. Obscene moist noises of your wet pussy lips swallowing the dildo inside you made Harry pump his half hard cock again.

Taking a long breath. She pulled it out throwing her head back and Harry's eyes widened in the realization what's about to happen next.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please." She shushed him laying atop his chest kissing him lovingly, "Don't worry darlin', m'not that of a seductress that would suck your blood just by teasing you."

"Legs." She ordered him circling the head of dildo around his rim smudging her own arousal around him torturesly, taking more lube and giving him another order. "Up."

He looked down coiling his forearms under his bended thighs raising it close to his chest as she peered up at him while pushing the dildo slowly inside him, "oh—" he whimpered as she snuggled it deep inside him kissing his thigh as she did so.

"Hmm. Taking me so well. Being such a good boy. Fuck yourself darlin'." She told him words he usually does to her fucking him with the pink dildo and he rocked his hips to your movements.

"Ah. Fuck my ass." He gritted as she drilled it inside him in and out. in and out. in and out. Humping her pussy against the mattress and when it hit his prostrate it sent him rolling into pure ecastasy continuously fucking himself.

She smirked completely taking the dildo out and he practically lurched for it to be back in his ass, to feel it stretching deliciously and burn his walls with pleasure.

"Tell me Harry? Who could fuck you." You spit on the dildo brushing your fingers delicately from his slit to his asshole, "you only you. The only woman who could fuck me in ass." A boost of confidence rushing inside her at the fact that he trusts her for being vulnerable and so open.

You pushed the dildo back roughly and it's more pleasurable than ever Harry moving his hips speedily making it slip out from him as per how loose he has got.

"Baby.." He cries grabbing her hair when she took him to the back of her throat bobbing her head vigorously and drilling inside him furiously.

He grinded and rocked his hips. Making her gag and when she did it was so milky and thick around his cock building that gasping breath taking pleasure in his spine.

He pinched his nipples groaning loudly. Moaning her name and she went down so deep her nose nuzzling into trim hair of his pelvis.

"Fuck baby. m'so fuckin' close..." He shouted gritting his teeth and your strokes inside him went lazy knowing how to bring him to edge passionately.

With the spongy walls of her throat milking and nursing him. The domed head of dildo massaging his prostate he came with long spurts of his cum, some it tricking down her cheek, this time so hard his death grip from his thighs went limp and he feel onto bed. Curls everywhere breath heavy and he kept cumming so she had to pull him out and his all cum spilled on her full tits.

"Tate's good? Hm. taste yourself baby boy'." She commented curling by his side kissing him fervently shoving her tongue inside his mouth and he could taste himself.

He slings her leg on his hip grabbing her jaw, "love ye' fucks me so well." His hands gliding down from her cum covered torso inside her panties and with her moans red splashed brighter.

"Don't worry darlin'. gonna treat y'how you deserves to be...."

[wardenannie]

Fictober day 13 (2.0) 

repost bc I accidentally deleted the original. 

Warning for Major Character Death

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The wind whistled through the shuddering reeds beside the river. Dark waters rushed by, capped with white, overflowing from the falling rains. A group of soldiers closed in about the pair like a pack of hungry wolves keen on the scent of a wounded animal.

Hange held Levi tight, swallowing down all of their fear and agony which had reared up at the sight of his face, his wounds. The sanguine blood stained the Commander’s fingertips as they gingerly touched him, pleading with him silently to breathe, to breathe and live to see another day.

Paradis needed him. The world needed him. But most of all Hange needed him.

“He’s dead,” Hange called out, voice hoarse. A paltry attempt to ward off their would-be captors. It was a lie. They could feel the struggling, shallow beat of his heart in the flesh of his limp wrist. It was weak, like a whisper of a birds wings, but present and hopeful still.

Floch’s tawny eyes flashed through the gloom. His rifle was readied at his shoulder as he edged forward, ginger hair tinted brown and pasted to his temples by the rain.

“Drop the body,” he warned.

Hange glared up at him, russet eye narrowing in challenge. Protectively, they held their Captain tighter, feeling the warmth of his wounded body and drawing strength from it, courage. And was it not Levi from whom they always derived their strength? Their Captain, best friend, secret love. He inspired all of their bravery, kept them heart and whole when otherwise they might have fallen apart.

“Like hell,” They snarled, and then they were poised and leaping off of the muddy bank. Leaving two deep footprints in the mud as they broke the river’s roiling surface.

Bullets peppered the water like metallic hail, punching through the water’s bleak current and punching through Hange’s body like they were nothing more than parchment. They felt each puncture acutely, pain lancing through their limbs and up their shuddering spine.

They grunted, bubbles boiling up from their mouth as the pain of their fresh injuries shot up their spine. But they bit back their cries of pain, clutching their Captain tight as they kicked and bled their way along the rivers fast current. Eventually their strength bled from them, and they gave themself over to the flow entirely, allowing it to carry them along the wending path of the river for what seemed like hours; heads poking haplessly above the water, mouths full of silt and detritus.

Struggling, they managed to keep their heads bobbing at the water’s black surface. Their blood mingled in the waters around them, Levi’s face cleansed of it, Hange’s body leaking, blood leached from their rendered flesh like a torn sponge.

When finally they were carried to a muddy bank, tucked away amidst the reeds and cattails, Hange laid Levi out and felt for his pulse once more. It was stronger than before. Already his Ackerman blood was working its strange magic and healing his sundered form. Hange was not so lucky. They were a simple Eldian. Morphologically mundane.

“Fuck,” they hissed, and they rolled onto their back in the mud. Gingerly they took stock of their wounds. Three bullets had struck them. Two had passed entirely through their abdomen, leaving deep, weeping holes in their olive skin and soaked clothing. The third was lodged in their shoulder blade, and as they leveraged themself into a sitting position they knew there was little hope that it would ever be dug out.

They had no access to first aid. No medicine. They were alone in the forest with their unconscious best friend, watched over only by the massive boles of evergreen trees and the silent eyes of woodland creatures.

Hange Zoe was dying.

Swallowing thickly they crawled to Levi’s side, taking him by the arm and dragging him out of the mud and onto a dry bed of pine needles. Fresh blood was oozing from his wounds; long lacerations that perforated his handsome face. The debris that had been lodged in his skin had been carried away by the water, giving way to more shallow abrasions.

His eye... there would be no saving it. They were mirror images of one another now. It was enough to bring a sordid chuckle to Hange’s cracked lips, though it pained them deeply enough to make them wince.

“You-

Hange coughed and some of their own blood smattered Levi’s drenched cloak.

“You’re going to live, s-shorty,” Their voice quavered as they collapsed onto the needles beside him. They took his hand in their own, squeezing it and finding that he was much warmer than they.

They peeled up their eyepatch like it might somehow allowed them to better observe his face; peaceful despite his wounds. Already Hange could see signs of healing. He would live. He had to. He was the only hope they had left.

“I... I love you, you know?” They admitted for the first and last time. Their fingers began to quiver weakly, breath becoming labored as blood gathered around them in a crimson pool. They coughed again, red smattering their lips and cheeks. Their wounds pulsed painfully, dully as sensation began to fade. “I- I sh-should’ve told you b-b-before now...”

Lacing their fingers Hange turned their head to look up at the sky, hoping that they might glimpse some fraction of their final sunset. But there was nothing to see, the canopy and clouds obscured it all in a sea of grey.

Even that murky expanse seemed dull as their vision began to tunnel and fade. They looked back to Levi and, painfully, they rolled onto their side, facing him fully. With their free hand they cupped his razed cheek.

“I loved you,” they whispered, voice quavering and weak. “Live, Levi. For me.”

They hoped that he might open his eyes, that he might awaken and hold them in their final moments. But the Captain remained still and solemn, locked into the realm of unconsciousness by his own ordeal.

Hange died alone in the forest, with no comfort but the warmth of Levi’s hand in their own.

Death came easy once they handed themselves over to it, once they accepted their fate and gave up fighting. It’s fingers were warm and soothing against Hange’s icy skin. And as it scooped them up and carried them away from their earthly body they could not help but think that they would do it all again. Anything to save Levi, their trusted captain, best friend, love of their life. With his help Paradis and the world would heal.

That was all Hange could give.

Then they were gone.

-

Levi’s eyes fluttered open with the dawn. One of them was sightless, pulsing painfully in its socket. The other ached, but it’s sight seemed to be unhindered by any injuries.

He remembered Zeke, the thunderspear, and explosion... and then nothing save for flashes of Hange Zoe’s handsome face.

Hange.

Hange?

Had Hange found him?

With a pained groan he leveraged himself into a sitting position. Body stiff all over. His face pulsed with pain, swollen and hot. Infection may have already begun to set in.

“Han-

He felt it. Cold and stiff in his hand, like dried clay, like mud sculpted into a poor imitation of what might have been a living person’s fingers.

Blinking, he turned slowly. Achingly slowly. Already certain of what he would find beside him on that bed of pine needles, but desperate for it to simply not be true.

The pool of blood was like a sanguine mirror. There was so much of it. It’s surface glassy and pristine. Levi beheld his torn reflection in it. His eye was rent, a mirror image of Hange’s.

“No.” He said, voice hoarse, half a whisper.

“No.”

He dropped Hange’s hand, crawling over them, not caring how his clothes soaked up their blood. He pulled them roughly into his lap, curving himself over them protectively as he pressed two fingers to their throat, desperate to find a pulse.

None.

Their skin was sickly pale and ice cold. Their eyes both opened, eyepatch flipped up, and staring glassy into nothing. Lips parted, a rivulet of blood ran from the corner of their mouth.

It wasn’t possible.

It simply couldn’t be.

Time seemed to slow. Birds halted their flight overhead. The sun ceased its trek across the cruel, cerulean sky. How could the world continue it Hange Zoe were not present within it? How cruel could fate be, to take his person from him before he even... before he could...

“Hange,” Levi croaked, brushing a thumb over their cold cheek. “Hange wake up. It’s not fucking funny, four-eyes.”

It was a cruel prank. It had to be. A joke in the vein of those that they used to pull before their ascension to Commander. Ill timed and ill played, but still better than what reality was presenting Levi with.

“Wake the fuck up!” He shook them, fingers tracing down their arm to clutch their hand once more. No pulse, no breath, icy skin and wide, unblinking eyes... it couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

“Hange?” His voice was pitiful and small as he cupped their cheek. “No. No.”

They were dead.

Levi bowed over them, breaking in his rendered skin. The tears that fell over his cheeks stung and burned as they made contact with his wounds.

It was unfair. Categorically unfair. That they would die while he carried on. Inspiring, hopeful Hange had given themself for him. But what could he possibly give in return? How could he ever repay such a debt? How could he carry on when his very heart had been carved from his chest.

“I love you,” he hissed, pressing his lips to their forehead and cheek, and finally their icy lips. “Please, I. Love. You.”

Nothing. No answer. Only glassy eyes reflecting the flight over birds overhead.

They never got to hear him say it... they never knew.

Then, with all of the force of the trains they had brought to Paradis, he remembered their words. With a flood of white hot agony in his tight chest he heard them breath their confession over him as they died.

“I loved you.”

Levi held them tighter, soft sobs wracking through him as his lips brushed the blood smattered panels of their face.

“I loved you.” They’d said in their dying moments, after saving his life.

“I loved you.” That he could never return the sentiment, that they had died without knowing he reciprocated... it was hell. Like lighting down his spine and through his limbs grief wracked him, and he rocked on the forest floor with Hange Zoe’s corpse in his arms.

Levi didn’t believe in an afterlife, but more than anything he wanted to be with Hange Zoe once more.

No, a voice of reason echoed through his mind. It sounded suspiciously like Hange. You have a job to finish, Ackerman.

And they were right. Weren’t they always right in the end?

Choking back his tears he laid his love gingerly in the pine needles. Leaning forward, he kissed them one final time, then painful staggered to his feet.

He needed to find a shovel.

When this was all through... only then could they be together again.

[soldierswar]

Kobik - Chapter VIII

BuckyxReader

Fluff/Angst

Chapter plot: The aftermath of the explosion brings up questions of what comes next with you and Bucky's future with Kobik will be.

Masterlist

“Are you sure you guys gonna be okay?”

It had been a few hours since you had gotten back home. Even though you protested Kobik using her powers so that she could conserve energy, she conjured up a small bed in your office for her to sleep in and was now thank goodness dead asleep.

After dealing with some organization called ‘SWORD’ that Bucky and Sam were reporting to on a video call, Bucky managed to convince them that he could handle the rest when it came to the aftermath of this ordeal. At least when it came to keeping Kobik until further notice. But he wasn’t stupid enough to think that they weren’t most likely keeping close eyes on you guys.

“You know you can stay the night here, Sam,” you insisted.

Bucky held a smirk on his face.

“He would, but Sam’s got a date in Louisiana in…18 hours?” Bucky dramatically checked his watch and winked at Sam.

“Okay, Cap,” you nodded impressed going in to give him a big hug goodbye.

“By the way,” he said after hugging you.

“I haven’t had a chance to say congratulations.”

Bucky smiled and wrapped an arm around you tightly.

“But the world is in trouble if this kid is anything like either one of you,” he shuddered pointing a finger at the both of you.

Bucky punched him on the arm.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Hopefully not too soon,” Sam quipped.

“And say goodbye to the little fireball for me when she wakes up. I’m going to miss her.”

A sudden wave of sadness hit you because of his words.

Missing her. Something that you dreaded thinking about. In the few days that you had gotten to know her, you came to love her. You wanted to protect her at all costs from anyone. But now, it seemed like one of her biggest threats was herself. How were you supposed to protect her from…her?

The only solution that you could think of is keeping her away from anything or anyone who could threaten her. Anything that could make her feel sad, angry, or unsafe. To shield her from the world. If she was in a warm, loving environment like Bucky said, she would be fine. She could live a normal life. She could live a life where maybe she’d feel content enough to grow, or stay the innocent little 4-year-old if she pleased. Maybe that environment could be with you…

Being stuck in your thoughts about this made you not even realize that Bucky had walked Sam outside, probably to talk in private about what came next.

What would come next?

“You need sleep,” Bucky sighed when he walked back into the apartment.

But you didn’t want to sleep. You wanted answers. And he knew that by the look in your eyes.

“Y/N, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

His eyes looked tired, but you at least needed his attention for a few more minutes.

“No, I want to know now,” you stated.

“Please, let’s just—”

“You don’t have to give me an hour-long discourse about it, but I just want to know what’s going to happen to her in the next few days. Is she going to be interrogated like a criminal? Put in a cell to be experimented on?”

He hesitated for a moment but sighed lightly placing a hand on your back walking you over to the couch.

“We’re not sure yet,” he said.

“But there’s no way that anything like that is going to happen. Do you really think that I would allow it?”

You shrugged. What if he just wouldn’t have a choice in the matter?

“Right now all we have to focus on is the fact that SWORD will be questioning Kobik at one of the New York branches tomorrow. I’ll be taking her. But I won’t leave her side.”

“I’m coming too,” you stated.

“Y/N they’ll never let you in. I barely have clearance to go in there myself.”

You gritted your teeth and flared your nostrils in protest, but couldn’t find a way to defy his logic.

“What do they even do anyway? Are they like a new SHIELD or something?”

Bucky paused to think about it, and then shook his head.

“They’re…They specialize more in for the lack of a better term ‘extraterrestrial anomalies’.”

“Okay, but she’s not an alien,” you argued.

He shot you that ‘you know damn well what I mean’ look.

“Anyway,” he continued.

“When they first approached me not long after I found out about her, I didn’t trust them at all. But after hearing them talk about their history good and bad, and maybe making both legal and illegal research on them I trust them…cautiously.”

You snorted. Classic Bucky. But you couldn’t lie, it was one of the big reasons why you loved and trusted him so much.

“I’ll make sure that she’s okay. And then I’ll bring her straight home.”

Home.

“Is this where she is now?” you asked hopefully.

“Home?”

He hesitated. And not in a good way.

“I don’t know,” he answered solemnly.

“Bucky, we love her. And I think she loves us. We could be good for her…She might be a good big sister…”

One side of his face curled into a soft but solemn smile. One that shifted into adoration the longer he looked at you.

He scooted closer to you and carefully placed his hand on your belly and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Our kid would be lucky to have her in their life,” he stated.

“But…”

“But?” you questioned.

He exhaled.

“You know that’s risky…Not just for the kid, but she is a risk to herself.”

You frowned.

“Y/N she needs help. We both know it. She needs the kind of help that we can’t give her by acting like she’s a normal child. She needs room to grow into her powers and figure out how not to end up in incidents like…Like tonight.”

Again, you wanted to protest. You wanted to find a good counterargument. But a wave of exhaustion swept over you, and you just couldn’t.

“Come on,” Bucky whispered and picked you up taking you to bed like a child. This you didn’t protest to. Being in his arms after having the day that you had was so comfortable. Even if one of his arms was made of vibranium. You didn’t even make it to bed before falling asleep.

…

Before Bucky and Kobik walked through the door you had a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches set up on the counter. It was one of Kobik’s favorite things to eat for lunch.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed running over to you to give you the biggest hug.

You hadn’t seen her since the previous night when she was exhausted and in distress. And although they had left at almost noon, you were still heavily asleep by the time they left.

“Guess what I made?”

She looked up at the counter and beamed.

“Can I have one?”

You gave her a sarcastic frown and stuck your nose in the air like a snooty queen.

“No. They’re only for me. You can just watch me eat them.”

She giggled. It felt so good to hear her laugh like that again. And you were glad that she didn’t seem completely traumatized from having to rehash all of the events from last night. Or rather even just the past week.

You grabbed a plate and handed one to her and told her to sit on the couch and watch tv. She happily complied which left time for you and Bucky to talk about what was going on.

Bucky walked up to you and kissed you on your forehead.

“Glad to see you up.”

“Glad to see the both of you back.”

The sound of the Sponge-Bob theme song blasted in the living room. She really loved that show.

“I see you haven’t given her up yet,” you remarked crossing your arms.

He looked at you guiltily. So you placed a hand on his arm to let him know that it was okay.

Over the next ten minutes, Bucky explained to you how they had taken over the problem with whoever was trying to kidnap Kobik. Unfortunately, the situation was too big and too dire for them to have clearance to disclose what it was and why they wanted and needed Kobik. But it was safe to say that for now, she was safe.

“What about the parking lot?” you asked.

“I mean she fixed the apartment back to how it was, she could—”

Bucky shook his head.

“That would raise way too many questions. Ones we don’t want the world to have even more questions about. We just have to leave it be. Trust me…Kobik wasn’t thrilled about those orders from SWORD.”

You smiled.

“But…umm…”

You knew that you weren’t going to like what was going to come next.

He leads you to your room and sat you down on the bed.

“She really isn’t staying with us is she,” you sighed.

You took in a deep breath and tried not to cry. So this was really happening.

“There’s um…There’s a couple. They’re scientists that specialize and are top in their field in cosmic energy. And they’re really interested in her case.”

“As for what?” you questioned.

“A little lab rat? To live the same kind of life that she did in a lab like the one in Europe to study her?”

“She was happy there, Y/N. And they never treated her like a lab rat.”

“And she can be happy here, James,” you argued.

“Despite your argument about whether her old home wasn’t good enough, this is going to be different,” he reassured.

“How so?”

He took your hand in his.

“They’re a couple. They’ve wanted a child for a long time but it just never happened for them. When they heard about Kobik and saw her they were thrilled at the prospect of being able to keep her with them. They can help her the way that we can’t. But they can also give her the stability that we could.”

A pang of jealousy hit you. You wanted to be that for her. You wanted to be everything that they could be. But you weren’t. And you hated facing that.

“So you spoke to them?” you choked.

“How do you know that they can be trusted?”

Bucky used his hand to wipe away the stray tear that fell down your cheek.

“I met them.”

He smiled that specific smile that always reassured you that things were going to be okay.

“They’re lovely, Y/N. I think you’d really like them. In fact, Kobik is going to meet them tomorrow. And they want you to come.”

Good because you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“The best part is that they only live an hour away. She can come to see us whenever she wants.”

You lit up and nearly burst into tears.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“See? She can still be a big sister…But like a sister permanently away at boarding school.”

You rolled your eyes. But you were so relieved that she wasn’t going to be far.

“She’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.”

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Kobik asked walking into the room.

Your heart felt warm again at the sight of her innocent features. No longer in terrible distress, but just like an innocent little girl again. And you realized that maybe she might have felt that way because she had hope. Hope that she wouldn’t be the cause of another disaster like the parking lot, or even worse.

“Hey Kobi,” you chimed.

“New nickname?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged.

Kobik jumped up on the bed and sat against you laying her head on your shoulder.

“Kobik, do you know where we’re going tomorrow?”

She turned to you looking a little sad. But nodded.

“Am I leaving you already?” she pouted.

Bucky shook his head.

“They want to get things ready for you first,” he stated.

“Tomorrow we’re just going to meet them. You can see how you like them. And I think you will.”

“They’re going to help me with my powers, right?”

There was a hopeful look in her eyes. This told you everything that you needed to know. She really did need help. And she wanted it.

You put your arm around her and gave her a comforting squeeze.

“Yeah, kiddo,” you said.

“But you know what? We’re going to be right here for you. And you can visit us any time you’d like.”

She smiled and leaned in to snuggle.

“She’s lucky to have you,” she sighed.

You frowned.

She?

“Who?”

“Her,” she said matter matter-of-factly and then pointed at your flat belly.

You paused and turned to Bucky who carried the same confused expression as you.

“Uh…Wait did she say?” he asked.

“How do you know that?” you questioned.

She shrugged.

“I felt her.”

You thought about when Kobik touched you and relived or rather felt your memories, including your emotions. But you didn’t think that she could feel your baby. Or if she even knew about it…Her…

“Well, Kobi,” you said softly, and still in complete shock.

“She’s gonna need a big sister. One that can come visit her every once in a while. You think you’re up for the job?”

She nodded happily.

“I can’t believe in 6 months I’ll be a big sister.”

Bucky’s eyes widened.

“I’m sorry…What?” he choked.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Six months? That means—”

You gave him a guilty look. How could you not have noticed for all of this time?

You and Bucky just stared at each other some more before Kobik poked you.

“Are you guys gonna be okay?” she asked.

“And can I have another grilled cheese on the counter?”

You would laugh if this wasn’t one of the most surreal and yet happiest moments in your life. But you still were at a loss for words.

Bucky intervened before you could answer.

“How about you both get food, and I’ll call your doctor since apparently, you have an aversion to it.”

You narrowed your eyes stuck your tongue at him and followed Kobik.

“Deal.”

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[heavenoutside]

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