#still use her sometimes to toss the ball around

[wasjustred]

Hello!

Can I please ask #17, 21 and 33 from the weirder asks list? Thanks :)

hiiiii 🥰 ty for asking!! i like telling you guys about myself ♡

17. i am so incredibly nearsighted, it’s atrocious. astigmatism in both eyes, too! so you can imagine driving at night is hell on earth 🙃 i cannot function without my glasses or contacts so if i lose either/both in an apocalypse, i’m done lmfao

21. outside of a few stuffed animals, not much! i have a big stuffed bear from fourth grade that still sits in my room if that counts 🧸

33. hmmmmm.. i’m stuck between two things depending on the definition of adventure! last august i flew down to nc to stay with my bff for a long weekend, and we did a bunch of shopping, barhopping, etc.! just before that in july, i went skydiving by myself (with an instructor but i mean no friends or family or anything haha)!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Big Bed IV

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Sometimes you just need the Big Bed

It was a rough game.

Against a team like France, the games are always tough. They're ranked so highly and they play so skilfully and they run circles around most teams.

Their shots come in rapid fire, one after the other and it's like they're playing with multiple balls because the pressure keeps piling up and up and up.

A corner is where it all goes wrong for you.

One of your midfielders conceded it, a young girl that you're pretty sure plays for Häcken who had to kick the ball out after your defence was caught off guard.

France swing it in.

You can't get a good grip on it, not with all the jostling and pushing in your box but you manage to punch it away.

There's a leg already up though, a dangerously high leg with a knee that cracks into your eye.

The pain is instantaneous and you groan.

Your eyes swells shut quickly. You can already tell a bruise is forming.

It's a straight red card.

No leg should be high enough that the knee is what connects with someone. There should be no high legs regardless but the fact that it's the knee that hits you instead of the foot is pretty dangerous play and the player gets sent off.

You get taken off too. You can barely see out of your other eye. You're no use to the team right now.

You give the armband over to your vice-captain and follow the medics out to get treatment.

You don't have a concussion which is good but you have to sit there with an icepack on your face to make the swelling go down.

"You look rough," Magda says, tilting your head to one side when you come home that night.

This was the last match of your Euro Qualifiers and, honestly, it hadn't really meant much.

Sweden were already through so it's not like your absence from today's match was make or break for the team.

It's nice to be home though even if you still feel a bit unsettled.

You don't know if it's because of your eye or just plain exhaustion but you feel a little out of your skin, like you're sitting at the dinner table but not at the same time.

You're hyper-aware of every part of your body and your stomach swirls uneasily.

But you can push that feeling away, at least for a little while. At least while you eat with your mothers.

It's a good time, mostly. Good food. Good conversation. Good company.

You think you've made yourself feel better, pushing away this fleeting feeling of anxiousness.

It comes back though, like it always does. It creeps up on you like a phantom, waiting until you're alone to pounce.

You stare up at your ceiling.

It's dark out and, even though you took some painkillers, you can swear that you feel your eye throb.

You toss and turn for what feels like hours, unable to settle yourself.

The last time you felt like this, you were at home with Talia. She'd held you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, a supportive body against yours as you both waited for the feeling to fade.

You feel dangerously unmoored, like you're a boat that's been pushed out to sea with no sails and no oars. You just drift into the darkness as your stomach swirls uneasily.

You sigh, pulling yourself from bed and shoving down the covers.

It's a short walk across the hall to your mothers but your hand freezes on the door handle, suddenly worried that they'll kick you out for doing this.

Your hand hovers, clenching and unclenching around the smooth metal before you close your eyes, resting your head on the door.

You push the door open, slipping inside.

It creaks slightly and Pernille rolls over in bed, voice still rough with sleep.

"Princesse? Is that you?"

"Yes."

"Is something wrong?"

"I..er...I mean no but..." You sigh. "I don't know. Can I sleep in here tonight?"

Even in her sleep addled mind, Pernille can't make much sense of why. "In here?"

"I can sleep on the floor," You say quickly," I just...I don't know. Can I?"

"Don't be stupid," Magda says, awoken by the noise and blunt as ever," You're not sleeping on the floor." She pats the spot between her and Pernille. "Get in."

"Are you sure?"

"Get in. The bed's big enough for all of us."

"I feel like a kid again."

"You are a kid. You're our kid. Get in bed."

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

[puck-luck]

explodin' (like a golf ball) | quinn hughes

warnings: fem!masturbation, fem!receiving oral, a sliver of dom!quinn pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes request: @captainlexaproluvr "quinn catching his gf getting off while watching one of his interviews (then perhaps him going down on her but forcing her to keep watching the video).... yeah" wc: 1470

It’s the black button-up, black dress pants, and pristine white sneakers that do it for you, really. Or maybe it’s Quinn’s perfect new haircut and his big, genuine smile, which he so rarely shows in interviews, that are the minor catalysts in your current predicament. It could be his focus, how quiet he is as he lines up his shot and prepares to swing, to bury that ball as far down the range as he can. 

You realize suddenly that you’re biting your lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You’ve got the video memorized at this point, the way he murmurs out an “Alright” before he swings at the ball, how he freezes in his stance and does a double take when the ball explodes, how he looks around to make sure everyone just saw what he did. 

You find yourself particularly endeared by how excited your sweet boyfriend is, excited to the point that he can barely string together a sentence before starting a new one. He calms down after a moment, his voice returning to its normal, controlled tone as he marvels over the moment to the main interviewer. 

Still, you watch over and over again to see your boyfriend light up like a Christmas display. It’s so rare that you see him act that way in front of the cameras, still a little shy despite his star-status. He should be used to the media by now, years into his career, but he still struggles with coming out of his shell. He overthinks it. But, sometimes, he gets caught off guard and the world gets to see the real him.

It is one of the most attractive interviews you’ve ever seen of Quinn. 

You remember him coming home the day of this shoot, beaming and bragging about how strong he was. You remember him picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom, so giddy and on a high from his great feat that he needed to get his cock in you and make you feel good. 

And the memories of that make you slip your hand into your shorts, into your panties, and pet over your folds. You’re wet already, just from the thought of Quinn pushing his thick cock into you, hovering over you and watching your face as he causes you to contort and moan recklessly from the pleasure. You jolt as your finger comes in contact with your clit, the bundle of nerves receptive and aching for a repeat. 

The video is still playing, on a low volume but next to your ear regardless, and you can hear Quinn speaking over and over. It’s a recording, but it’s like he’s there, breathing meaningless words into your ear and praising you. 

On a loop, your heart jumps with his repeated “I have… like, come on” because he’s just so precious and such a sweet boy and you want him to be that happy all the time. You want him to be so elated that he’s speechless, that he’s smiling wider than he ever has in front of a camera.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes flash open, finding Quinn in the doorway. His eyes are scanning your body, devoid of emotion and dark. Your fingers still over your clit at the look, then you draw your hand out of your shorts. You rest your hand on your stomach, your shirt riding up so that Quinn can see the soft skin of your belly and love handles. 

“Touching what’s mine?” Quinn asks, his voice low and scratchy. “I was just down the hall, baby, you could’ve called for me.”

He approaches the bed, and suddenly, you remember that his voice is ringing out of your phone speakers on a loop. You go to grab your phone and silence it before he reaches the device first, but you’re too late. He scoops up your phone, planning to just turn it over and place it on the bedside table, but he’s stopped in his tracks when he comes face to face with himself on your screen. 

He watches the video twice, only looking up at you briefly between plays, a smile growing on his face.

“But you already had me here, I see,” Quinn teases. “Have I spoiled you that much, pretty girl? You can’t get yourself off without me talking in your ear?”

“Don’t be mean,” you plead, reaching for him.

Quinn shies away from your touch, opting instead to turn up the volume on your phone and place it, face down, across the room. He returns to your side, chuckling as you stare up at him from your position, then Quinn kneels at the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow him, taking in each of his movements.

Quinn reaches up and dips his fingers into your waistband, gently pulling your shorts and panties down. He reveals your wet pussy, humming in approval as he spreads your legs to get a good look. He pulls you closer, strong hands dragging you by your ankles until your fluttering entrance is a mere breath from Quinn’s mouth. 

“Now you get the best of both worlds,” Quinn mumbles, interrupting himself to plant a kiss on your clit. “I get to take care of you down here, and I can still talk to you from all the way over there.” He nods back at the phone, still repeating the same audio. “I’ve legit never seen anyone break a golf ball before.”

He dives in, tongue first like he’s trying to catch a melted drop from a popsicle before it drips and stains his pants. His hands hold your hips down, keep you from moving underneath him, squirming away from the contact. He groans into your slick, like he’s never tasted anything so lovely before. 

Your hands find his hair, neck craning to catch a glimpse of his focused glare through his eyelashes. He’s staring at you, watching you fall apart under his tongue, and he’s barely done anything at all. 

Quinn eats you out like he always does, like a loyal follower getting a chance to worship his goddess. He stares at you like you’re a masterpiece, painted by the greatest artist in the entire universe, their fame and talent surpassing the boundaries of space and time. You are their creation and Quinn is beyond blessed to have you, to own you.

Because you are his, after all. You’re scrambling beneath him, breathing heavily and whining and cussing and sweating, arching your back and sticking your fingers in his hair, pulling for some reprieve. Quinn will not let up. He cannot bear to part with your pussy, he needs it like air. 

And it needs him– clenching down on his tongue and bumping against his appealing nose with each repeated “Come on” and “That’s a win.”

You’re moaning, helpless to the noises that are falling from your lips. 

Quinn’s eyes are dry, almost looking like he couldn’t care less about the noises he’s pulling from you, the shaking in your legs that he causes with each swipe of his tongue. He looks disinterested, like this is just another thing on his agenda. You’d believe that he considers this a chore just by the looks of his eyes, if not for the fervor with which he licks you out.

It’s the perfect mixture– the plain and confident and quiet Quinn Hughes shown in his eyes, and the brazen, goofy, loving Quinn Hughes in his actions.

You tip over the edge as if leaping from an airplane, falling freely to the ground. The sensations overtake you like wind whipping at your hair throughout the fall. You sigh, grinding against Quinn’s face slowly, just riding out the waves. You drag your lips over the expanse of his lower face, his mouth and nose nudging you softly, reminding you that they’re there. Quinn presses a few kisses to your entrance, clit, and inner thighs before crawling up your body and hovering over your face. He smiles, leaning down to pepper kisses all along your features, making you giggle and squirm away.

“I didn’t know you liked me so much,” Quinn teases, nibbling your lips. “We’ll have to look into cloning. Then you’ll really have two of me.”

“Such a dork,” you reply, caressing his cheek and capturing his lips. He’s strong and solid above you.

“Let's just drill that thing down at like 320?”

You pull away. “Can you go turn that off?” You whisper. “It’s starting to annoy me now.”

Quinn chuckles. He presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment, just long enough for you two to take a breath together. He shifts to the side and leaves you on the bed, tired of his own voice as well. They’ll have to find a new video for next time.

note: i thought the title was funny! but it's probably just lame boooooooooo

ok loving you guys, make sure you sent me more requests for NOT jack or trevor. i'm bored of those requests. i've got plenty. and trevor is like constantly on my mind. so shush. i will get to him.

[xuchiya]

"cute manager" || song mingi ||

| genre: non!idol mingi. fluff. vballplayer! mingi | mentions: competition.

 you heard the same sound of the shoes squeaking on the marble, wax floor of the gym at your school as you near the place with bottles of gatorade inside a black plastic bag.

pushing the sliding door to the side, you can feel the sound of smacking of skin on the surface of the balls. you flinch at first then you shake your head knowing you have to get used to it.

Get used to it since you're the next manager of the team after your senior graduates and you will be the next one to handle the team. you place the drinks down, turning to your coach before he nodded and blew his whistle, "okay break in 15!"

ateez. the owl of the night, fukurodani team. You have known this team for a long time, being one of them your brother in his school year before he graduated and since then, you have been monitoring their gameplays. The players each passing year greet you with a sense of respect because of your brother, who had taken the name of the school to the nationals.

and because you are also part of the volleyball team, you took your team to the nationals.

"here you go." you gave the last bottle to the last member, "thank you." still breathless from his spike-warmups before winking at you. your squirm underneath his gaze, your cheeks flaring to a red hue.

"Stop flirting with her, mangi." Wooyoung, the libero, spoke smacking his leg on the back of his legs. mingi yelp, "i am certainly not ... Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

sometimes you were confused with his duality. One minute is a beast and fired up inside the court that every opposing team was scared to face this team because of what people say is his, "owl preying eyes".

but right when his footsteps outside the line of the court, he resembles a baby owl who was left alone by his mother as she finds something to eat. big eyes, all bundle up on his feathers.

you shake your head, "no no ... just refrain from ... flirting." clearing your throat, you moved towards your senior to avoid more interactions with him.

That is song mingi. the outside-spiker of the team and the “Ace” . He is known to be the actual "owl" because of his platinum silver hair and the roots of his hair were slowly returning to black after not maintaining it for already a month now. His height, confidence and perfection is what attracts him, not only that but his whole team. if you were gonna be honest, ateez were full of handsome game players.

for starters, the Captain of the team, Kim Hongjoong. He is the first of the players to do a try-outs and immediately secured the place as the right side- spiker. followed by the setter or and the Vice-Captain of the team, Park Seonghwa. His eyes were sharp that he can pick up the aims of what kind or how far the toss he'll set up for his team.

Jeong Yunho, his childhood friend, is the middle blocker. His tall frame immediately threw him in the spot as the blocker. It was his dream to be part of the fukurodani team and had to do try-outs so did Mingi. They both traveled a long way home to become part of the legendary team.

Yeosang and Jongho and San were known to be the Defensive specialist or something similar to Wooyoung— the libero. Though the three were not given the amount of attention but to other players, they were the scariest. Knowing with their sharp minds in defence and serving reception, they are free to move around to save the ball when the others can’t save it on time.

With their overflowing stamina, they win because of these three. 

As mentioned, the libero. He is the sweeper and with the amount of energy and flexibility in his body, Wooyoung is known as the Lightning. One minute, San received the ball and flew off in a different direction, Wooyoung was already chasing it and diving on the floor to retrieve it.

“One touch!” The practice game had started. You were up on the bleachers, busy writing down notes about the members, improvement and their weakness. You had wanted to help them by watching a few matches online, finding similarities to the members and the one you are watching. 

“Manager-nim look out!” When you looked up, you saw the ball flying towards you. You were in the position of processing what's happening and not aware of the ball, only instinctively closing your eyes and blocking it with your arms.

But the ball never made contact with you rather you felt a presence in front of you. Lowering your arms to peek; you were met with the number 9 on the back of their shirt, heaving and sweat dripping from his neck disappearing under his shirt.

He looked over his shoulders, “You okay manager?” you nodded, eyes darting from different places although widening when you notice his head tilting rather harshly when a ball was thrown in his direction, “Stop flirting with her, Mingi!” Yelled by his Captain. 

“Y-Yah! I wasn’t!” 

After many rounds of practice, it was time for a cool-down. You were helping a few members in stretching their body, Yeosang thank you for doing him a favor for putting weight on his back as he reaches for his toes. You ruffle his hair before walking back to the bench when you feel a tug on your wrist. 

“Can you help me too?” You nodded, even if Mingi acts way different to the others, his actions were never harmful. The boy just keeps warning him to avoid going beyond the line. You pushed his shoulders as he reached for his toes, same thing as Yeosang. 

You moved away from him as you let him rest for a few seconds before proceeding to finish the whole cool-down procedures. Each on your hands were brooms and mops, whenever practice ends it is always a duty to clean up after the mess. After all, the sweat and the shoe prints were scattered all over what used to be a sparkly floor.

You were trying to grab a bucket on top of the shelf which to your avail was out of your reach, grumbling underneath your breath. You had mentioned it to the other members to always leave the cleaning materials on the floor and to the corner. “Whoever puts this one on top will have a huge knock on their head.”

You turn around to look for the tallest member when you feel two lofty hands on your waist and lift you up. You squealed at the contact, looking down to see Mingi nodding at the bucket for you to grab. You meekly nodded, grabbing the bucket; Mingi bringing you safely back down on the ground.

“Will you knock my head then for putting it up there?” He sets a soft chuckle, leaning his head down. You stare at him, feeling your heart skipping a beat before your hands are on top of them instead. Even with the bleach on his hair, it is oddly soft underneath your palm.

“You really are so cute, manager.” His face was a few inches away from you that it startled you, dropping the bucket in the process. 

“S-Stop flirting and go back to cleaning!” You pushed a cloth on his hand before scurrying out of the storage room. You could hear him chuckling as you step out with a red hue on your cheeks.

When your coach and the faculty advisor let you all leave the premises of the court of the school, you were held back to speak about the next game against stray kids on Friday. You took down notes and were able to finish it by 23:45pm. You waved goodbye to your faculty advisor and your coach before parting ways with them.

You were walking down the archway towards the front gates of the school when you noticed a tall figure leaning on the wall beside it. Tilting your head to the side in confusion until the lamp post above shone some parts of their face and you could feel your heart racing once again, your palms were also dropping temperature as you approached Mingi.

Mingi hears footsteps and looks up, shooting you his smile before pushing himself off of the wall and walks beside you as you both walk towards the bus stop. Usually, a midnight bus goes around for those who take the graveyard shift or who come home late; like the two of you.

Although, you turn to Mingi, a confused look on your face, “Aren’t you supposed to be in the other direction with Yunho?”

Mingi only hums, shrugging as his hands were inside of his jacket, “Yeah …”

You stop walking, turn to him with a frown this time, “You should go back Mingi. You’ll miss the next bus.”

Mingi sighs, stopping too, “I know but I can’t let you walk alone most especially in this kind of time in the night.”

Your eyes widen in adoration, you have been walking alone in this kind of time everyday though nothing much happened to you yet the nagging feeling of being followed never left after you got in the bus that it disappears.

“I can’t let my manager be in danger.” 

“But you don’t have to feel obliged to send me home ,you know? I’m fine on my own and besides you have a game on friday, you need as much rest—” You were cut off when his hand were placed on top of your head, a squeak left your lips as you tilt your head up.

Above his head were a luminescent halo as he smiles softly at you, ruffling your hair gently. “You really are cute, manager.”

In that moment, you knew deep down that this is just more than just flirting. He is genuine, he is sure and most especially he is aware of his feelings towards you and it has taken a very long time for you to realize them.

[pookalicious-hq]

kunigami rensuke with a cute hyper fem gf...

now playing: tell me by fifty fifty

she ties bows all over his things; on his water bottle, cleats, even in his hair sometimes (he never takes them off).

Kunigami reached into his bag, pulling out his cleats and tossing them aside without a second thought. Stretching always came first in his routine. His muscles flexed as he bent down, the familiar routine calming his mind as he focused on the upcoming practice. But when he straightened up and glanced at his cleats again, something stood out.

A small, baby pink ribbon had been tied neatly onto his laces. Two perfectly formed bows, delicate and unmistakable, sat right at the top. Kunigami blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he recognized the handiwork immediately.

It was her.

His girlfriend, always leaving her subtle touches—on his things, in his life. She found joy in these small gestures, and somehow, they never failed to brighten his day. The bows weren’t just ribbons; they were little reminders of her affection, woven into his routine in the softest, quietest way.

With a quiet chuckle, he slipped the cleats on, ribbons and all. He could already imagine the teasing he’d get from his teammates, but it didn’t bother him. If anything, the bows felt like a badge of honour.

They were pretty fashionable, if he did say so himself.

she drops him off at practice in her pink beetle convertible that he barely fits in.

In her car, the rule was set in stone: Kunigami was only allowed to queue up music from her driving playlist. Today (his personal favourite), Tell Me by Fifty Fifty played through the speakers, and she was singing along, completely engrossed in her own atmosphere. The bedazzled steering wheel shimmered in the sunlight, its light bouncing off the pink disco ball hanging from her mirror. The reflections danced around the car, lighting up her smile as she belted out the lyrics.

Kunigami watched her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was used to this by now—the bright, pink car, the music filling the small space, even the tight squeeze as he tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. It was all part of their mornings together, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As they reached the field, she pulled to a stop, still humming the last notes of the song. Kunigami unfolded himself from the car with ease, with a quick kiss to his cheek, she gave a cheerful goodbye and drove off.

He turned, ready for practice, but Otoya’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Kunigami... were you just in a Barbie car?”

Kunigami paused, raising an eyebrow. “Barbie car?”

“Yeah!” Isagi pointed to where her car had just been. “Which toy store did you steal it from?”

Bachira jogged over, grinning. “It’s got the heart wheel rims and everything! I didn’t know you rolled like that.”

Kunigami blinked, glancing back down the road. It was just her car to him—pink, sure, and decked out with shiny accessories, but it never crossed his mind as anything more than that.

With a shrug, he turned back to his teammates. “Belongs to my girlfriend. It works.”

Isagi shook his head, chuckling. “You’re down bad, man.”

Kunigami just smiled, unfazed. It didn’t matter what they thought—those mornings were his favourite part of the day.

she always gets him to do tiktoks, they go viral for the trend where they tied a bow around his bicep and she squished her face between.

"Babe, hold still, please."

He was about 99% certain he had been completely still this whole time, but if she asked for it, he'd do nothing to deny her. Kunigami glanced down at his girlfriend, who was kneeling beside him on their velvet pink couch, a pink silk ribbon in her hand. Her focus was intense, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tied the ribbon around his bicep.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure a bow suits my vibe.”

She paused, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. “Of course it does! You’ll look adorable.”

“Right, adorable,” he replied, trying to suppress a grin. “Just remember I’m a soccer player, not a model.”

“Mm, you're right, too bulky. Though you do have the tiny waist for it,” she teased, giving the bow a final tug before stepping back to admire her handiwork. “ M'kay perfect.”

A slight blush dusted his cheeks as she found her way into his lap, positioning her head in the crook of his elbow. He couldn’t help but laugh, his heart warming at how effortlessly she could make him smile.

“Okay, ready?” she asked, her voice muffled as she shifted her phone into place. Right before the audio—some Lana Del Rey song—started playing, Kunigami began to flex his bicep. A surprised yet embarrassed laugh escaped her lips, a rosy blush dusting her cheeks.

If Kunigami was being completely honest, he wished she had suggested this trend sooner. The sight of her bright smile, the way her eyes sparkled with delight, sent his heart racing. It was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness. Not to mention, the way she looked at him filled him with an exhilarating boost of confidence.

“Three, two, one—” she called, her voice brimming with excitement as the music filled the air, wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

He held his flex, muscles taut and ready, as she leaned in, playfully squishing her face between his arm and the pink bow. The silly intimacy of the moment made him chuckle, a warm glow of affection spreading through him.

From his perspective, he could only see a portion of his hair in the frame, while the rest of the screen was dominated by her blushing face, framed perfectly against his (MASSIVE) bicep. The contrast was hilarious, and for a split second, he wondered how this had turned into a moment worth capturing.

“Wait. Why is this hot?” she blurted out, laughter bubbling from her chest. She looked up at him, her cheeks still rosy, and they both burst into fits of giggles.

a/n: i love this man sm, lmk if you have any other characters you wan me to do this with, send the archetype along with the paring <3

[wileys-russo]

Kyra cooney-cross "I don't know how you managed to make me your girlfriend" (in a funny way) london colney

kyra cooney-cross

if there was one key attribute that no one could ever deny you had, it was patience.

hell you had to in order to date kyra, the girl was like an energiser bunny on a slow day and didn't need any sort of substance to be bouncing off walls.

you'd grown up together and gone through the youth teams side by side, so overtime you'd learned exactly what it took to try and navigate being her girlfriend rather than her babysitter, though that wasn't to say there wasn't days where that line felt blurred.

today was one of those days.

with the weather outside set to storm all day the training program had been altered to mean no one needed to train outside, the flu making its way through london and a big game coming up on the weekend the the coaching staff weren't ready to take any risks.

most of you didn't mind the change, taking the opportunity for further strength training in stride.

one person who did not like the change however was kyra, whose pent up energy coupled with the shitty weather meant she was like a ticking time bomb, unpredictable and ready to go off at any second.

"ky, baby please stop that." you sighed, your girlfriend stood in front of you as you sat up on the weights bench, repeatedly punching the air in front of you, her fists mere millimeters from your nose.

"can't, i'm like rocky!" kyra puffed, making all sorts of strange noises as she continued, another sigh leaving your lips as you dropped down to your back and continued with your exercises, kyra reverting to now kicking the air.

"kyra! do your program!" kim yelled out from across the gym, the words falling on deaf ears as the captain gave up for the day, having been pushed to her very wits end by the young energetic aussie who seemed allergic to sitting still.

"ky, honey please do your weights." you sighed as you finished your reps, your girlfriend returning to her punches, again only millimetres of space between her hands and your nose.

"fine! spot me." kyra groaned as the two of you swapped, her laying down on the bench, your own program long finished as kyra wasn't even halfway through hers.

"babe, focus please." you reminded as the brunette chattered away mid chest press, the bar slipping slightly as you hurried to grab it but she assured it was fine and continued on her way.

"whats next?" you held your hand out for her program as she tossed it to you, causing you to sigh and unravel the crumpled up ball, running your finger down the list. "bicep curls." you nodded for her to grab the hand weights.

"don't need those. i'm massive!" kyra stood up on the bench and began to pose, grunting and heaving as she flexed and moved like a body builder, rolling her sleeves up as you watched on unphased.

"wonderful, bicep curls please." you held up the hand weights as the brunette dropped back down with a huff. "you're no fun sometimes you know babe, like a wet blanket." your girlfriend accepted the weights as you chuckled.

"well you have enough fun for both of us, someones gotta keep you on the right track." you gestured for her to start, the girls around you watching on in wonder at the utter patience and the fact that kyra seemed to listen, able to work through the rest of her program with minimal interruptions.

"ky maybe thats not the best idea." you warned as she moved into the other section of the gym, grabbing the ropes and starting to pull herself up. "its fine! look im like a monkey." the brunette started to make noises as she swung herself back and forth and you took a seat.

"you've got twenty on the bike and ten on the rower and you're done. can we please get it done? then you've got free time and lunch." you tried to encourage, most of the other girls long finished as your words fell on deaf ears.

"you have the patience of a saint." steph sighed pulling herself up to sit beside you as kyra continued to swing. "just the practice of one is all." you chuckled, again try to coax kyra into finishing her program but to no avail.

"kyra i really don't think thats a good idea." steph warned as the girl dropped and started to try and wrap her ankles up to hang upside down from the hoops.

"sometimes you just need to let her do something dumb, its the best way she burns off energy and learns a valuable lesson." you shrugged as steph looked to you to continue her warnings.

and sure enough, your words rang true as kyra swung about upside down.

"im the king of the castle and you're all dirty rascals! oof." with a loud thud and a grunt she fell from the ropes to the floor with a groan, wincing as the ropes all fell down on top of her to complete the accident, the girls who were left in the gym all roaring with laughter.

with a sigh you hopped down and offered her a hand up, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment as you shook your head.

"ky baby some days i really don't know how you managed to make me your girfriend."

[s-4pphics]

can i request making ellie choke on readers strap.. I’m talking gargling gagging drooling.. THEE SLOPPIEST head ever

I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE REQS IM SORRYDJDJD ITS BEEN SO LONG…. but ellie’s a finger sucker. a subtle invite to fuck her throat 🩷

ellie’s a fiddler, and it becomes more and more evident the more comfortable she gets. whenever she’s home and has down time, she’s messing with something; a pencil, balled-up pieces of paper that she didn’t have the heart to toss, a guitar pic. anything that fits in her hand… will stay there. she can’t help it. call it nerves or muscle memory or a tic; she doesn’t care. give her something to hold. 

and it’s the same whenever you’re present. on the couch, on her bed, in your bed, her hands are always somewhere on you. i don’t know why, but i feel like she’s one of those people that need to have a part of her body touching someone else’s while she’s sleeping… like her leg wrapped around her partner’s or something like that. she’s always cold and that's her way of staying warm… also uses it as an extra layer of security. wants to make sure you’re still there. <3

but when she’s horny… attached at the hip. grabs at your clothes, nuzzles her face in your shoulder and chest, pinches your legs. a literal pinchy-bug… she’ll be staring with your hand in her lap, hers enclosed around your wrist so you don’t pull away (and when you try to, her hold tightens). 

then she’ll start just mindlessly playing with your fingers. you’re used to her pattern at that point: she counts them over and over again in her head, massages them because they’re stiff… lightly kisses your knuckles. nothing crazy… just feather-like brushes of her lips with your thumb pinched between hers and index. her eyes bat in your direction when her lips smack on your skin. sadly, you never catch the beginning signs that she needs something urgently; she has to force herself not to bite your palm… (she’s a hand admirer… i could write a whole novel on that). it’s only when you feel a light nibble on your middle finger that your forearm flexes… so she does it again. it’s so soft, you’d barely catch it if you didn’t know your fucking girlfriend. 

pops the tip of it between her lips with the lightest suction, and your stomach flips. you attempt to mask the hitch in your breath, but you can’t, and she has the audacity to laugh… all while slowly glazing the tip in saliva before doing that to all your fingers (gives your pinky some extra lovin’). time blurs after that. next thing you know, she’s on her back with three of your fingers hitting the back of her tongue and slobber dripping down to her cheeks. you lay beside her while your other hand gets used like a stress toy; her hands just randomly clench around yours whenever she gags because she’s cute like that. 

when you finally get the hint and she’s done choking on your fingers, you whip it out (of the top drawer). she loves when you straddle her chest and fuck her throat like that. you never notice since you’re facing the opposite direction most times, but whenever you slide a tad too deep, her toes curl in delight. you’re always there to encourage the mess she's making. always call her a sweetheart when she gags on you; it gets her gears going! sometimes she wants her esophagus bruised. sometimes she wants you to scratch her scalp while she sucks the tip. sometimes she just wants to fucking play with it like a stick shift. 

if you own a strap, fuck your partner's throat! save a life and whatnot...

[gothgleek]

Reader confessing her feelings to her childhood friend Samantha carpenter after avoiding her for sometime worried Sam didn’t feel the same

Thank you so much for your request! This is my first ever Scream fic and first wlw x reader fic so I hope you enjoy it! I slightly changed your request so this can take place anytime after or during the movies. However, Sam is single and Billy Loomis being her dad is not general knowledge.

As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Notes: fluff, angst, mentions of food, childhood friends to lovers

Border is by @saradika-graphics

You believed in signs from the universe and there was no bigger sign to you than Sam Carpenter leaving without a single word the same day you planned on telling her how you felt. She made it easy to avoid her though, she never sent a single message after she left Woodsboro. You tried not to take it personally, after all she didn’t tell her family either, but it still stung.

But you froze in the ice cream aisle when you saw her for the first time in five years.

Sam wasn’t paying attention when she bumped into your cart but the look on her face revealed all her shock. You didn’t hear you say your name, focused completely on the way her mouth formed your name. It was one of the things you wrote about in your diary as a kid- the way she took her time to say your name, stressing each syllable, and the way her lips curled around each letter. You didn’t hear her say your name, but seeing her say it was enough to snap you out of your trance.

“Sam! Hi!” You squeaked and wanted to slap yourself.

“Hi,” Sam said, her demeanor relaxing. “What are you doing here?”

“Just shopping for the week.” You held up a box of cereal. “But I’ll ask you the same question. It’s been… years.”

Your eyes followed her hand to her opposite wrist. Sam was playing with a blue friendship bracelet with black and white plastic white star beads in between plastic beads spelling ‘moon’. The string was brand new (she played with it too much to

“It lasted ten years without breaking?” You blinked in shock. You remembered when your matching sun bracelet exploding in your gym class a few weeks after making it. You used a little too much force to hit a ball during four square and the beads scattered around the gym floor. Sam helped you pick up each yellow and white bead, dodging the boys who played four square where the beads fell.

“Ugh, don’t say that,” Sam cringed. “That makes us sound so old.”

“Well, it feels like just yesterday we were fourteen,” You told her.

“You still eat like a fourteen year old,” Sam teased, pulling out your super sugary cereal.

“And you eat like a grandma,” You pulled out her Special K cereal. She playfully shoved you and reached for her cereal, which you held just out of reach for her. Your smile fell and your face heated when you noticed how close her face was when she reached for it. She took that moment to snatch the cereal away from you.

Victorious, she stuck her tongue out and tossed the cereal in her cart. That shook you out of your daze and you rolled your eyes.

“But to answer your question from earlier, no it didn’t last.” Sam told you softly. “I had to keep buying new string to put it back together.”

The confession made your voice hitch- was that something best friends did? Did straight girls do this? Of course because Sam is straight that’s why you never-

“You thought about me?” You asked before you could help yourself. “While you were gone?”

Sam stopped her cart and looked at you. You mirrored her. Sam’s eyes searched your face. For what, you didn’t know. But her search seemed to go on forever so you had to speak up.

“I thought about you.” You did not feel brave but you felt like you had to say something. “Everyday. I went crazy hoping I would get a text or a phone call or something but…” You sighed. “I’m just grateful you didn’t block me on your social media.”

Sam looked like the truth was trying to force itself out of her mouth and she was doing her hardest to keep it closed. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

“I thought about you too. Everyday. And I wanted to call but…” She took another deep breath and played with her bracelet. “I wanted to call but I was selfish and wanted to keep every memory of Woodsboro in Woodsboro.”

As much as rose colored glasses wanted to remember her as perfect, you knew she wasn’t in a good place before she left. Sam would ditch you to hang out with strangers, show up to your house high, and was quick to lash out. You feared it was because you thought she knew how you felt about her. But maybe whatever forced her to leave wasn’t about you.

“I hoped you would forget about me.” She looked ashamed to say the last part out loud and you couldn’t look at her.

“They say that it takes half the time you were with them to fall out of love,” You focused on the colorful cereal box in your cart. “I’ve known you for my entire life. Sam, I wasn’t going to forget you.”

You turned to face her to gauge her reaction. Regret was visible on her face.

“But you seem better now,” You told her sincerely. Despite her eye bags and stained sweat pants, Sam looked a lot better than she did when you last saw her. Her skin looked healthy and her eyes were clear. You took her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. “More like yourself.”

“Thanks,” Sam said, her eyes meeting yours and she wiped away her forming tears. “I should make it up to you though.”

“Yeah you should,” You told her in a teasing tone that showed her everything would be okay between you two. Despite everything, Sam would always be your friend.

“You can come to my place and I’ll make you dinner,” She told you with a smile.

“Has your cooking improved at all in the last five years?” You asked her skeptically.

“Just a little bit,” she gestured with her fingers as she grabbed a can of tomato sauce off the shelf. “But I will make my specialty. After all, I’ve wanted to take you on a date for years.”

That gave you pause but Sam kept walking down the aisle, a smirk on her face when she glanced back at you.

“Sam, I need you to repeat that one more time.”

Sam parked her cart and faced you with a smile on her face. “I always loved you too.”

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Stone Heart AU: Scar pt I

As much as Yuu tried, she still ended up in trouble in trouble sometimes. Be it with Ace and Deuce, or just running late from acting as Crowley’s unofficial gopher, it was something. The punishments usually weren't that bad though, sometimes even relaxing.  

Like right now, it was a little bit of a trip down memory lane as she scrubbed the statues down on Main Street. It was odd, having the dreams that she did that painted the Great 7 in shadows instead of light, but it felt...right. Balanced.  

A story about a maid who would be going to a ball was the current dream cycle, though she didn’t get the feeling this one was going to relate to any upcoming overblots. While they didn’t happen as often, she occasionally just dreamt of things like this. While there was a lot to ruminate over, like the stepmother and Professor Trien, right now it was just a catchy little song sung by the fairy stuck in her head.  

“Put it together-” The King of Beasts statue wasn’t in bad shape at least, “and what do you got-” Just had to get the moss out of his eye, “Bippity Boppity Boo!” 

The eye blazed green, cracking open with a clap of thunder!  

Yuu fell, catching herself with her hands. Shit! Did she break it? Damnit, she couldn’t afford- 

Wait. It looked fine. Just a wet statue.  

“Maybe I just need to finish this up.” She muttered. “Lack of sleep must be getting to me.”  

The atmosphere had changed, the tension of a storm about to break open. As she finished the King of Beasts, she clocked her progress and ran, feeling like eyes followed her until she turned the corner.  

Malleus must be in a mood, she thinks, watching the dark clouds forming and the green smoke that seems to be spilling out the fence of Ramshackle. It isn’t the right shade of green though, more muted and not as...saturated? The gate creeks ominously and it doesn’t take her long to notice the figure sitting on the porch of Ramshackle.  

He is hunched over, a shawl tossed over his head that was once bright with color and design, now faded to grays, browns and darker reds like blood. His left eye is as green as the Diasomnia mage crystals, clear and unclouded, and the right faded as the green smoke around him. A gnarled staff is gripped in his hands, a gourd tied to the top with a handful of what might be rib bones along with some sort of dried fruit she thinks.  

This isn’t a harmless man, her instincts can say that much, but...he doesn’t feel like a threat. He could be. He’s choosing not to.  

“How can I help you?” Yuu asks, getting a bit closer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you a teacher here?”  

He chuckles, making the pointed beard shake, but it’s not cruel. “I suppose that depends on you. I think you are in need of a teacher. And I am in need of a place to stay.” 

“What do I need to learn?”  

“Magic.”  

“Ha!” Yuu can’t help it, barking a laugh. “You are mistaken. I have no magic of my own.” 

“No, cub, you have magic, just not Wonderland magic. You have the Old magic, older even than General Lilia, the same as I. These teachers cannot help you, but I can.”  

He removes the shawl’s hood from his face, revealing a pair of brown lion ears and a mane that puts Yuu’s hair to shame. Even braided in parts to keep it out of his face, the long black hair stretches all the way down to his curved spine. A tail thumps against the dusty steps,  

“Afterall, you freed me, didn’t you?”  

It takes some explaining, a quick meal shared on her dining room table that feels even more rundown than usual with actual royalty sitting down. Thank the Seven that Grim was asleep beforehand, his new Spelldrive practices tiring him out in the evenings.  

“So, are the others...the same? Petrified?”  

“Yes, though you aren’t ready to free us all just yet. I was an accident, correct?” 

She flinches, nodding. “I mean, I guess? Sometimes I have dreams. Alternate tellings of the stories around here it feels like, or added details? Most of the time they follow an Overblot, but this one just felt like a non-threatening one. I don’t have these as often.”  

“Precognition is a dangerous magic, especially with no guiding tools.” 

“I dont know if-” 

“You dreamt of mine, did you not? Leona Kingscholar? The Phantom still was a part of me, drawn from my form and magic.”  

Yuu blinked, shrugging. “I mean, it didn’t stop it.” 

“No, but you were more prepared. You were willing and ready to accept Leona’s trauma and show compassion because you witnessed me make the exact follies and look at how that ended.” he huffed, taking a sip from his water. 

She hadn’t considered that really. It just felt natural, to show them kindness after all of it. But they were alike. Really alike. And the actions Leona had taken paralleled his perfectly.  

“Do you think if somebody had done so with you, you would have listened?” 

“Oh cub!” He laughed, and this one felt harsher. “I would not have. I was far too hardened. But Leona...he will be better.”  

“Well, I better try and at least get a bed ready for you.” She said, taking both of their dishes. “What do I call you though? King of Beasts is a bit of a mouthful.”  

He tilts his head, as if considering. She gets the dishes loaded and leftovers put away before he finally answers.  

“Taka. My Mother’s Son.” he says. “That’s who I wish to be now.”  

Yuu smiles, sticking out her hand.  

“Nice to meet you, Professor Taka! I look forward to learning from you.”  

For just a moment, he sees Simba, and Nuka and Kovu and Vitani. He sees Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. He sees naive and friendly and believes in him, for as little he has to offer, and still finds him worthy.  

He shakes her hand and hangs his stone heart to air out.  

[rs-hawk]

I submitted the idea for day two and I just wanted to say I loved it so much! I’m a huge fan of your work and really appreciate you indulging us with your talent ♥️

If you’re still taking B&B ideas, I love the idea of the Beast using the magic mirror and it always showing Belle. And he, frustrated by what he sees, shaking the mirror like a magic eight ball, but it allows for him to learn about her and fall for her.

But also… Beast having a hard time taking off Belle’s ball gown with his big claws, so she gives him a strip tease and leaves him high and dry as payback for ruining her other dresses.

Use whatever you like, or none at all 😊

Okay crying?? Thank you so much. I love getting to write and the fact that I get so much love is sometimes overwhelming. While I'm not making enough off my writing to live off of, the fact that I'm making anything is amazing to me. I appreciate it more than I can say that you enjoyed it enough to request another post. It's like that old meme "They like me. They really like me!". Lol. Anyway, Day Five 😭 ❤️

CW: this post contains graphic depictions and smut. This is intended for an 18+ audience. Knotting, excessive cum, talks of pregnancy, light pain and blood, etc

After the previous day’s encounter, Belle was too embarrassed to see Beast. She just wanted a small break. Her feelings about him were still so mixed up, and she was so sore that with every step she could still feel how he stretched her. It made her cheeks flush red every time she thought of it.

“Belle, the Master requests you for dinner,” Cogsworth announced outside of her door.

“I’m not hungry. I don’t feel very well,” she called out, curling up on her bed.

The clock did his best to encourage her to come out, but ultimately, he gave up. Just as her wardrobe did. Her pussy ached to feel the Beast again, but she knew that she could never go and ask him for that. Her head was still spinning from the day prior, especially the surprisingly tender kiss they shared. Absent mindedly, her fingers grazed her lips, still swollen and puffy from their shared kisses.

When Beast found out Belle wasn’t coming, his heart sank. Had he hurt her? Or did she not enjoy herself as much as he had thought? Growling to himself, he stalked back up to the West Wing. His claws curled around the mirror he held.

“Show me my girl. Show me Belle,” he asked of it.

The mirror obliged after a moment, showing Belle in her bed. Her fingers were on her lips, a small smile tugging at the corners. The sight made his heart skip a beat. Was she thinking about him? She laid in the bed, one hand slipping under her blanket. Was she touching herself? If she was, was she thinking about last night?

In annoyance, he shook the mirror. “Give me a better view!” he demanded of it, shaking it as if that would chance the angle he was shown.

Of course it didn’t, so in frustration, he tossed the mirror aside. Yet, after a moment, he picked it back up. He spent the rest of the night watching her, and from then on, every moment she wasn't with her, he was watching her. He saw the things that made her laugh so loud she snorted, and that made her just give a small half smile. He was obsessed with that mirror because he thought that that was the only way that he would ever be close to her again.

Eventually she was able to be around him again without feeling like she was reliving the feeling of his brutal pace once again. When Mrs. Potts set up a date for the two of them, she shyly agreed. The wardrobe helped her get dressed, but she knew the basics of how to take it off. It would just need to be slightly loosened. Just enough for her to be able to pull the cords from. The underclothes were easy enough to take off.

After the dance, she was happy to be close to him again, as he was with her. The mirror lay forgotten in his room. He only had eyes for the gorgeous woman standing in front of him, her gloved hands caressing his arms, his fur.

"Do you want to come back to my room?" Belle asked in a soft voice, knowing that the wardrobe would scamper off at the sight of the Beast, leaving the two of them alone.

A low groan left his throat as he nodded, "Yes."

The two of them practically sprinted to her room, him scooping her up in his arms when they got close. Just as Belle predicted, the wardrobe ran off out of her room as Beast came in. With a gentleness that made Belle's heart soften even more, he set her on the bed. His claws immediately were on her gown, trying to undo the intricate lacework of the corset top.

After a few moments, he huffed in frustration. "Why do these things have to be so difficult?"

He raised up a paw, clearly to just rip the dress off of her, but she jumped up. "No! It's gorgeous. I can take it off myself."

Beast relented, feeling bad for upsetting Belle again. He hadn't thought of how she would feel getting a gown that was so high quality, and then him immediately wanting to destroy it. "Alright."

Belle smiled. As she slipped off her gloves, tossing them onto the bed besides Beast, she thought about how the last time they were alone together, he had ripped her dress. Her favorite dress. Maybe she could show Beast how it would feel to no longer have something you enjoyed.

A mischievous idea formed in her head as she slowly began to undo the dress in the back. Maybe she could get back at him, teasing him just a bit. Sure tomorrow she might feel a little guilty and give herself to him, but for tonight, she wanted to be at least somewhat in control.

Beast's hungry eyes followed every movement of her body. The way she slightly jutted out one hip as she was unlacing the corset. The way her hands ran down her waist after she dropped the gown to the floor. When she had gotten the hoop and underskirt off, leaving her in little more than a glorified ruffled one piece, she made her way over to him.

His mouth was watering as she closer to him, dropping the remainder of her clothes to the floor. The air between them was almost thick enough to taste. However, when he reached for her, she stepped back.

"What are you doing?" he asked in an almost hoarse voice.

Almost coyly, she smiled, leaning over to grab a simple nightgown that she had set out before she left. Slipping it on, she smoothed it out, hiding what the Beast considered the glorious sight of her body. "I'm getting ready for bed. I did enjoy seeing you like this tonight though. Maybe we should have breakfast together."

Stunned, frustrated, and a little confused, he started to protest as Belle led him out of a room, but she shut the door in his face, silencing any further protests. At least he had the mirror to watch her as he touched himself. Maybe she would touch herself for him too. At least then he would get something out of tonight.

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[sopiao]

hii! hopefully you’re not swamped with requests or studies 😓

but can i request a hyper fem reader (uses she/her) that also wears a mask just as much as ghost? always wearing pink, gets her nails super long and glittery, pink gun, pink knives with stickers. like she is only ever seen in a mask. only way she can express herself is through make up and the 141 always notices little details or changes. even after killing and enemy and there’s blood across their face and mask but still mange to look so cute and bubbly.

could you use the callsign you use? i feel like shark would totally fit this!

have a good day!! ^^

-🧸

OMG???? LIKE?? YESS???????

I FUCKING LOVE RHIS IDEA SM!!

(dw bbg- studies r getting better :))

141 with a hyperfem masked female reader

When your first recruited and joined the task force everyone just stops and stares when you walk into the room.

They’re confused when your face is covered, only eyes being visible, makes them even more intrigued with you.

They’d 100% unconsciously move to the side to make a path for you when you walk by.

I feel Soap would be very interested and excited whenever you get new nails, always super sparkly, pink, pastel, and covered in charms and pearls.

Soap is always the first one to see and the one to pick out your next colors. His favorite combo being pink and green.

Shark would call everyone baby girl when they’re all grown men with balls (hopefully y’all saw that tweet).

“Is you LGB? cuz your gun pink” -Gaz

Constantly leaves glitter everywhere you walk.

Definitely gave everyone ‘1 whore 1” pins with a hello kitty with a pink AK behind her for Christmas. Which they all wore on their vest.

You would give out stickers as a form of praise and reward like teachers would to kindergartners.

Price would keep all the stickers you give or just leave behind in your path.

—

“Soap!” You walk into the rec room, not even bothering to look for him, just calling out his name (not the obnoxious loud kind of yell). He immediately would drop whatever he’s doing, a conversation, a game, a task. Knowing by your tone and excitement in your voice that you already have a new set.

“Oohh! Even better than the last” He says, smiling when you lay your hands out for him, he smiles even more when he sees that you picked charms that he recommended.

“I liked last weeks better, had more glitter” Ghost sudden appearance made you both jump. Almost bumping into him since he was leaning over your shoulder behind you.

Sometimes during briefing, you’d rest your head on one hand and the other would be around Soap’s shoulders, ever so often scratching his head and ruffling his hair like a dog. Some recruits would mistake you two as a couple, they’d comment how they can tell you’re the more dominant one.

—

Ghost would always be next to you, sometimes by coincidence, but mostly by preference. Whenever you two walk into the room together you always call him your twin or your mini-me.

“Can’t tell the difference, huh?” You asks the latest recruits, elbow resting against Ghost, pointing between the two of you. Even though there’s a very obvious height difference, your dramatic lashes and pink eyeshadow boomed through your balaclava, you had pink guns and knives in your holster, pink and yellow glow sticks on your belt, and Ghost was a 6’4 built like a Greek God british man.

But the rookies are too intimidated by both of you that they’re too scared to even disagree. Just nodding vigorously as you skip away with Ghost following behind.

—

“Take cover!” You yell, tossing a grenade across the barrier, signaling you’re teammates about the blow. Within seconds the ground shakes and you can hear bodies being thrown due to the impact. Unexpectedly to them a cloud of pink and glitter exploded along with the grenade.

“What the fuck?” Gaz looks up after a light layer of glitter dusts on top of him. The rest of them looking up and seeing the pink in the sky.

“Rest in pink” You bow your head to pay your respect.

—

“Shark..” Price speaks up beside you, the rumbling of the truck going on rocky terrain constantly rocks your body against his. You immediately snap to look at him, almost making jump from your crazed but happy eyes.

“Why don’t you wipe all that off, sweetheart?” He asks, holding out his handkerchief for you, motioning to the blood that’s splattered across your mask and whatever it could touch on your uncovered part of your face.

“No”

“Why not?” Gaz asks, from your other side.

“I don’t wanna smudge my makeup :(“

—

“Shark, did you do something different with your makeup?” Gaz asks once you walk into the meeting room to meet the rest of them. Yes, you did do something, there are little white and magenta accents in your eye lashes. Gives your eyes and lashes a highlight of color.

“Why yes I did. Thank you for noticing, sweetie” You pinch his cheek and sit on the empty seat next to him.

“You changed your highlighter too” Ghost speaks up from next to you, he can tell with your eye shadow and slight nose contour that you switched to a more finer and brighter highlighter.

“Did you change how you do your eyeliner? Looks bolder” Soap asks, inspecting your eyes closer.

“I think you look nice overall, hun” Price chuckles at how they inspect and comment on every little change of your appearance. Your just proud that you’ve taught your boys well, being able to know the names of every makeup technique and step.

—

“You got a little bit of Shark on you” Price interrupts Ghost mid sentence to point out the small patch of glitter on his shoulder.

A couple days later Ghost stops him for the same thing.

“Cap, you got a lil Shark on you” He taps him on the back and shows a small strawberry sticker that was stuck on his vest.

[noahsresources]

PROMPTS  FOR  SIBLINGS !

for muses who are biological siblings, found siblings/family, adopted siblings, foster siblings, whatever kind of sibling-type relationship you can think of! cw for swearing. feel free to change pronouns & descriptors and/or combine prompts if so desired ♡

WORDS.

❝ i was here first, out of the way! ❞ ❝ it’s your turn to do the dishes. ❞ ❝ move before i sit on you. ❞ ❝ i call shotgun! ❞ ❝ agh, i can’t breathe — ! ❞ ❝ stop eating off my plate! ❞ ❝ you used all the toothpaste, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ you’ve been in the bathroom for like, three hours. ❞ ❝ sometimes you really make me want to punch your face in, you know that? ❞ ❝ hey, get out of my room! ❞ ❝ you’re almost an hour late! ❞ ❝ come on, it’s my turn to have the remote. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you chose to hang out with me over him/her/them. ❞ (bonus points to specify who) ❝ wait, remind me when your birthday is again? ❞ ❝ that’s it, it’s time for the tickle monster. ❞ ❝ there’s a reason why i’m known as the smart one. ❞ ❝ wow. you look like shit. ❞ ❝ ... did you just fart? ❞ ❝ it’s your fault! ❞ ❝ hey! get the fuck off me! ❞ ❝ ooh, you have a crush on [name]! ❞ (bonus points if an individual is specified) ❝ why do you even drink that soda? it’s way too sweet. ❞ ❝ still have the palate of a toddler, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i told you not to go through that! ❞ ❝ dammit, please don’t start crying ... ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between me being the person to help your ass and you being my actual responsibility. ❞ ❝ still ticklish as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ god, i really fucking hate you right now. ❞ ❝ i hereby declare myself the winner of our prank war. ❞ ❝ you were always the mama’s boy/daddy’s girl. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re squishing me! ❞ ❝ did you have a nightmare? ❞ ❝ hey, it’s all right. you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i love you, you know. ❞

ACTIONS. send +↻ for the reverse!

[ chase ] — sender chases receiver around the house [ object ] — sender chases receiver around the house with an object meant to be used as a weapon (water bottle, ball, stick, etc) [ splash ] — sender splashes water on receiver [ blanket ] — sender throws a blanket over receiver [ pillow ] — sender tosses a pillow at receiver [ tickle ] — sender tickles receiver [ cold ] — sender puts their cold fingers/toes on receiver’s bare skin [ prod ] — sender pokes/prods receiver [ pinch ] — sender pinches receiver [ sit ] — sender sits on receiver or a part of their body (specify) [ silly string ] — sender squirts silly string all over the receiver [ tattle ] — sender tells their parent(s) on receiver [ drag ] — sender drags receiver across the floor for whatever reason (bonus points to specify why) [ carry ] — sender gives the receiver a piggy-back ride all over the house/outside [ hold ] — sender carries receiver all over the house/outside in a random position [ awake ] — sender dramatically wakes up receiver [ hair ] — sender teasingly pulls sender’s hair [ wrap ] — sender wraps their arms around sender’s neck while play-fighting/bickering/teasing [ hug ] — sender lifts receiver off the ground in a massive bear hug [ scare ] — sender scares receiver as a joke [ car ] — sender goes to pick up receiver somewhere [ lullaby ] — sender sings a lullaby for receiver [ pin ] — sender pins receiver to the ground [ ride ] — sender picks up receiver [ joke ] — sender tells receiver a joke (specify) [ prank ] — sender pranks receiver (specify) [ quarrel ] — our siblings argue over a non-serious matter (specify) [ fight ] — our siblings argue over a serious matter (specify) [ sport ] — our muses play a sport together (specify) [ game ] — our muses play a card/board/video game together (specify) [ wrestle ] — our muses have a play fight on the floor [ tv ] — our muses watch a tv show/movie together

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Drenched in Magic // Sebastian Sallow x MC One shot

A/N: this was a wonderful colab with @darch7995 ! I simply wrote the story for her idea and HERE is the audio she did! Seriously check out her page sometime bc her audios are INCREDIBLE

All screenshot is by @silverxstardust - she’s got great work as well!

Warnings: nudity, skinny dipping, kissing, flirting, etc

Word count: 4k

The burning in her thighs was almost distracting from her current plight. Almost. Not only had Sebastian sallow drug her from the warmth of the castle right before dinner for a brief treasure hunt in the highlands, but he’d gotten more than either of them bargained for when they’d stumbled upon a camp of dark wizards. Unfortunately, one of Rookwood’s men recognized her as the one who’d lead to their boss's demise, quickly alerting others in the camp to her and the slytherins presence, and thus the unforgivables being hurled around them had started.

Sebastian, wanting to make good on his promise to never cast one again, immediately took off running, pushing her ahead of him to do the same. And they had continued running at top speed, using whatever spells could come to mind to protect them as many of the wizards turned into various animagus forms, running beside them as vile creatures like dark mongrels.

She was thankful for the massive amounts of walking, stair climbing and often running required by the average hogwarts student - the castle was large and avoiding detentions meant frequently breaking out into a sprint in the corridors. Slowly but surely Sebastian was able to pause every now and again, firing confringo and various spells at the opponents, reducing the number of wizards chasing them with time.

“Glacius!” Sebastian shouted as he hurled the spell out over his shoulder before carefully pulling her body into his. She initially went to protest his move as he pulled her along, seeing no point for him wrenching her into his side, but as the lime green ball of light flew past her body, the place she’d previously been standing, she realized why he had done so.

Having no time to focus on that, she turned around, seeing the enemy frozen in place by Sebastian, and deciding that given the man had attempted to use Avada Kadavra on her, then she was justified in using extreme force…

“Diffindo!” She shouted, turning back around to the difficult to see path in front of them as they continued to run. Pushing ahead of Sebastian, who was slowly starting to waiver with his pace, yet she could still feel him on her heels as they ran.

“Have I ever told you that I really like those trousers ? Like really like them” Sebastian said as they pressed on.

“We are running for our lives, and all you can focus on is my wardrobe Sallow? I never knew you were such an observer of fabrics. Perhaps you should fill that open position at Gladrags now that Mr. Hill’s assistant eloped!” She retorted, annoyed he could find time to flirt with her despite their situation.

“Hard pass. It’s less about the trousers, and more about what’s in them that I find so appealing” he responded and she didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking.

“Perhaps wait until we are no longer in danger to make comments on my-“ she coughed and although hilariously timed it was mostly from the exertion to her lungs. “Assets?” He asked mischievously, accentuating the former part of the word.

It was at that exact moment she felt a firm smack against the same area she could feel his eyes staring despite running in the nearly pitch Black Forest.

Quickly tossing a side eye over her shoulder as they ran she frowned, realizing that even when their lives were at stake, he was still going to behave like a pig. Figures. Before she could even open her mouth to question him further he responded cheekily.

“I believe it’s called multitasking darling, you should try it someti- Incarcerous!” He shouted, and she heard the thud of yet another body drop to the ground as she turned to see a man tied to the ground. Feeling Sebastian’s hand grabbing at hers, she didn’t question when he thrust his non-dominant hand into her own and began to yard her along.

“Multitasking?” She whispered under her breath rhetorically but Sebastian only chuckled at her stunned reaction.

“Multitasking. Like saving your ass, while also staring at or ” Sebastian trailed off, once again reaching down and this time grabbing a firm handful of her bottom as she yelped, not expecting him to have done something so untoward with their lives on the line.

“What in Merlin's name?!” She cried out, and just as she went to yell at him for his behavior, she saw movement out of the corner of her eyes shouting “Bombarda!” Watching how the witch who’d meant to attack them, flew back against a tree with a sickening smack.

“Now what did that witch do to you to deserve such excessive force darling? Could it be you’re reacting this way because you’re riled up?” He teased her, deciding they should make a stand against the few wizards closing in on them. Sebastian knew that deep down if angered enough or truly threatened, the girl would unleash unforeseen magic that would reduce enemies to shreds.

“Riled up? Riled up?! Why on earth would I be riled up Sallow?!” She asked him frustrated at his behavior while the exhaustion burned in her lungs. She was so angry at the boy for continually making passes at her then backing away. He was such a horrendous flirt in private yet when questioned by Ominis, Poppy or any of their other classmates he seemed less than interested in her. The constant confusion grew more and more frustrating to her, as with time, she’d come to really like the boy.

He was tall - much taller than he had been in 5th year - and had only grown more handsome as he’d aged. His wild brown hair had only gotten more unruly. His smile, still charming and full of light. His shoulders, more broad and his frame filled out with more muscles than she’d have expected. Gone was every trace of baby fat, however still the boyish appearance she grew to love had remained somehow. I’m his dimples, in his eyes and in his playfulness. Sebastian sallow was by far the most handsome man she’d laid eyes on.

Giving her that charming Sallow smile he lightly pulled her body behind his own as he cast protego and a red beam from the bushes beside them cast off his forcefield as she gasp. She needed to stop allowing herself to become distracted during dangerous scenarios, as he was capable of flirting and fighting apparently but she couldn’t hold her own when he was standing so close.

Trying to separate from him once more, he pulled her against his body tighter, casting her a warning gaze downward as he continued the onslaught of teasing by saying “not yet princess” just before another beam bounced off his forcefield.

It frustrated her that he continued to harass her. It frustrated her that he was so damn good at fighting while also riling her up. It frustrated her to know that he was so calm under pressure all the while she was dying within his hold. She was frustrated he held her that way and still he refused to make a move unless under life or death scenarios. It frustrated her the way his thumb stroked against the skin of her thigh gently…

As soon as he deflected the charm, he dropped the protego. And she’d had enough between him and the dark wizards after them both. Feeling the electricity so frequently in her veins charging the air, she decided that now was as good a time as any to let it go. Pointing her want to the sky, she saw the remaining three enemies closing in, pulling down a lightning bolt from the heavens as she reduced the last three of their enemies to ash.

“Wow. It still amazes me how incredible you look when you pull that magic out of thin air. A thing of dreams truly” he said as he continued to hold her against him by the hand he’d moved from her thigh to her waist, and cast down a sly grin with a small wink.

At that she huffed, pushing him away and brushing herself off. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair, realizing that her braid had mostly come undone and recognized soon she’d likely have to redo it. Finally able to catch her breath she walked forward, seeing that one of the fallen wizards had dropped a small coin purse ahead of her, and just as she reached down to grab it she heard Sebastian call out for her.

“MC look out!” She didn’t have much time to react before he hurled himself towards her, tackling her into some bushes as a loud whooshing sound and an animalistic growl filled the air.

“Falling hard for me now aren’t you MC?” He asked with a chuckle as he held her cradled against his chest , ignoring the fact that a River troll had already spotted and charged at them.

Rolling off of him and onto her back, she quickly picked herself up and moved out of the way. Unfortunately Sebastian moved the other direction, as the troll moved between them, cornering her back against its den. Continuing to swing its large staff at her, she continued to dodge and deflect while whatever spells Sebastian hurled seemed to do little damage to it.

Concentrating, she used her ancient magic, spurring herself past the beast and landing herself next to Sebastian, at least she attempted to do so, but miscalculated the distance, crashing into him and sending them both flying backwards. As they did so, she could feel his arms once again snaking around her to cushion her fall.

Immediately all she could feel was warmth. Sticky, warmth and the most foul odor she’d ever smelt. Troll boogies.

“Oh that’s downright foul… and here I was having a good hair day” Sebastian chided out before he rolled out of the barreling troll's way.

As the beast reached its staff up to swing at her, she lifted her wand, using ancient magic once more and catching its weapon mid air, flinging it back into the trolls face, disrupting it before once again calling down the lightning to finally defeat it.

Looking over she saw Sebastian staring up at her from the ground with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t.” She warned him as she examined the absolutely filthy state they found themselves in. Covered in dirt, sweat, blood and now troll boogies.

“What?” He asked feigning innocence as she rolled her eyes

“You know what.” Her tone was threatening but Sebastian hardly seemed to mind as he continued to mess with her.

“You know, I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look sexy while covered in troll boogies but here you are, proov-“ Sebastian was interrupted by a loud howl.

“You have got to be kidding me!” She replied, annoyed at the now incoming mongrels. Deciding she was done fighting for the time being she reached a hand out to Sebastian, and with him distracted she decided to use her newly acquired skills in apparition to get as far away as she could with a location she knew well in her mind…

“Wha-“ Sebastian looked slightly green at the sudden transportation but quickly regained composure before adding “if you wanted me alone darling all you had to do was say so”

Instead of reacting, she simply swatted him away, heading out from the entrance of the cave. Hoping to leave before Sebastian asked too many questions, she knew that the small borough of bainburgh was nearby, and there they could access the floo flame to get home.

“What is this place?” Sebastian asked, seeing the large carving of the graphorn above them, and she sighed seeing he had firmly planted himself at the entrance to the last keeper trial - the one she had gone in only a few years before.

“This is the entrance to the last keeper trial. I uh, had to tame a graphorn and it opened the door” she exclaimed casually as she continued to hope that he would shuffle away and drop the conversation.

“You what? There’s, but you, how?” He asked, still in shock at what she had told him. She simply shrugged asking “can we leave” while gesturing to the mouth of the gorge as he gave in and followed her.

“Why did you never tell me?” Sebastian asked softly.

“It happened around the same time as the catacomb. You were grieving. I didn’t want to bother you with all the keeper stuff. Then Fig- we don’t need to talk about it.” She explained and he relented, knowing that she often bottled up her emotions, as he did.

“Where are we heading?” Sebastian asked, allowing a change in subject.

“Bainburgh is not a far walk from here, we can take the floo -“ she started but he interrupted.

“It’s past curfew so the floo is shut off to the castle. That and I uh… dropped my bag of powder back when I knocked you to the ground” he exclaimed sheepishly.

“Wonderful. I just want to get these troll boogies off me.” She said rolling her eyes as they came to the beginnings of the forge, seeing jobberknols flying overhead before landing above a waterfall.

Sebastian seemed to have noticed the small pool of water at the base of the cliff as well bc he looked to her, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled her towards the water.

“Well then Princess, your wish is my command. I’ll have those boogies off you in no time” he exclaimed as he marched the pair of them over to the water's edge.

“Sebastian that water is likely freezing, besides I can assure you, the extent of the grime I want off my body goes much further than what you can see” she nearly whined out, desperately wishing she’d stayed at the castle. She would’ve been bathed and in her night dressing, long asleep if he hadn’t convinced her. But one look into those puppy dog eyes and she'd been a goner.

“Warming charms exist for a reason. And as for the rest… I won’t look if you don’t” he teased, dropping her hand to start working off his plaid school jacket and starting to unbutton his waist coast.

“You can’t be serious” she deadpanned

“Deadly. Besides I heard that once dried, troll boogies are nearly impossible to get off your skin and hair-“ she started to explain and the fear alone of being caked in the vile substance was enough to have her started to undo the latches on her corset style vest.

“Fine. But I’m serious Sallow, no peaking” she warned and he turned out. As he did so, she faced the waters edge, knowing he’d given her the privacy of going into the cool water first. Slowly she removed layer after layer until she was bare, undoing the already messy braid, before wading into the cool water until it covered her from the neck down. In the moonlight she realized how difficult it would be for him to actually see anything, a comfort that allowed her to call to him.

“Alright, I’m facing the wall if you want to come in now” she exclaimed and she had anticipated him to slowly walk into the water as she had, but at the final piece of fabric she heard hit the ground, she soon was sprayed with the large splash his body made as he dived into the water.

Coming up for air he chuckled, expertly swimming towards her, while maintaining a respectable distance as she felt the cool water against her nipples.

“Damn, forgot the warming charm” he reminded her and she sighed realizing they’d be cold until they got out.

“I can go get my wand if you promise not to look-“ she tried to reason but he only swam closer, stopping just shy of her before standing up. While she was covered almost entirely, the tops of his shoulders and chest came into view. Seeing the patch of hair covering the center of his chest her words faltered on her tongue.

“See something you like darling?” He asked at her fish out of water expression.

“I - I’ll get my wand. Excuse me” she went to move but he reached forward, grabbing a shoulder to stop her, keeping his body at a slight distance.

“You know there’s other ways to keep warm right” he teased and she’d finally had enough.

“Would you stop it sallow!” She demanded with a frustrating sigh, pulling free of his grasp as she ducked completely underneath the water to rinse the last of the grime from her hair before breaking the surface.

“Stop what?” He asked, and if he hadn't moved closer while she was under the water, she wouldn’t have been able to see his genuine confusion, not just the fake innocence he loved to tease her with.

“Stop flirting with me when you have no intention of actually following through with anything” she warned and he quirked an eyebrow at her, continuing to close in on her as she moved back.

“What do you mean ‘no intention of following through’?” He asked, quoting her and she shrugged.

“I know you only flirt with me for fun or to see me get frustrated. It’s all some game to you, I know it’s not real” she replied somewhat sadly as she stilled her movements, sinking into the water some more, leaning her head back to see the stars as she felt the cool highland air nip her nose.

“That’s quite a bold assumption to make.” He replied, somewhat defensively but also slightly upset that she would assume something so poorly of him.

“Is it? You never have made a genuine attempt at courting me. Only making obscene comments every now and again or teasing me just to see me blush, then laughing at how red my face gets. How could I not assume it’s some game to you?” She replied, not looking at him as she continued to stare at the stars while soaking in the water.

“Have you perhaps considered that I am just bad at expressing my emotions. That it’s easier to make lighthearted jokes at the things that scare me” he asked her and she pulled her head back up, water drops sliding down her face and neck as she pushed all her hair back.

“I scare you?” She asked confused.

“MC, you terrify the shit out of me” he exclaimed with a distant look in his eye and for once she decided that perhaps she should be the one to tease him instead. Moving closer to him, she stopped just shy of his body, pushing him down so he was covered more by water and level with her.

“You said that troll boogies are hard to remove once they dry” she claimed, pointing to his hair which he has still yet to properly scrub.

“I mostly said that to get you naked.” He admitted bluntly

“Well you got me naked and now I’m offering to make sure all the grime is out of your hair. Can you just shut up and let me help you” she replied and he could only bring himself to nod as she moved behind him, and he dipped his head back as she had previously.

She brought her chilled fingers up to his soaked locks, feeling how silky his hair felt when wet and separating the strands from the sticky substance they had both fallen into earlier. Eventually she worked his hair until she was certain it would be salvageable with a real bath. Noticing the serene expression he wore as he had closed his eyes she commented “you really like having people touching your hair, don’t you”

“Only if by ‘people’ you mean the most beautiful witch I know then yes, I do enjoy it” he replied, looking at her before he pulled his head back free from the water and turned his body to her.

“Do you have an off switch somewhere I’m not aware of?”

“I do, but I’m not quite sure you want to put your hand on my cock and -“

“Sebastian!” She interrupted as he chuckled.

“Sorry, you sort of walked into that one” he gave her a toothy grin before noticing her mild shaking. In the brief amount of time they’d been in the water she was already cold.

“Here I can see you are freezing” he said holding out a hand and she shook her head.

“You think I’m just going to let you feel me up because I’m cold?” She asked and he shook his head with a curious grin.

“I didn’t realize that was on the table, perhaps that’s a better idea than what I had in mind-“ he teased only to feel her smack the exposed skin of his back.

“Feisty. I was going to try wandless magic but I wanted you to be behind me in case we have another confringo style disaster. As lovely as you are, I’d hate to see you without those eyebrows that are so often furrowed at me” he explained and she realized he was simply moving his body in front of hers and she accepted his hand, trying to ignore the way her thigh brushed against his leg as she moved around him in the water. Even the briefest skin to skin contact sent shivers up her spine.

Carefully using wandless magic he was able to slightly raise the temperature of the water around them until it was no longer freezing but it was still by no means pleasant.

“There, don’t want to get too crazy and turn us into a caldron but that’s an improvement… are you feeling alright?” He asked her sudden concern and if she had to guess it was over her distant expression which has resulted from the brief touch under the water.

“Never better.” She said bluntly as she looked at the way the moonlight reflected off his dark eyes or his soaked brown hair clung to his forehead instead of the fringe’s usual place of being pushed off his face.

“Are you sure?” He continued to step towards her with concern.

“Positive” she replied, stepping back, only to find herself up against a rock in the water as he kept coming forward. eventually planting himself directly in front of her, to the point she could feel the occasional brush of his legs against hers as the water lapped around them and the most from the waterfall fell around them.

As Sebastian looked at her with her flushed cheeks, she looked down embarrassed to have been caught in this position with him, but as she did so she realized that the faintest outline of her breasts would be visible through the surface of the water. Looking up at him, she saw his vision trained on exactly what she’d noticed.

She couldn’t find it in herself to reply as his eyes snapped back to her own. Instead she let him take the lead, pushing his hand out and planting himself against the rock behind her as he scooted closer.

“Are you as scared of me, as I am of you MC, because I gotta tell you: dark wizards, mongrel and trolls don’t scare me, but this terrifies me” he admitted while looking at her through downcast eyelids. She didn’t say a word, only flickering her gaze down to his lips as he continued to press his body closer. Bringing a hand up she laid it on his chest , but didn’t push him away, simply holding it there. Underneath her palm she could feel his heart pounding. The feeling of his heartbeat and the nervous shakiness in his breath told her he wasn’t lying.

Finally finding the last bit of courage she pressed off the rock and slowly brought an arm up to loop around his neck, her body floating in the water as she gently tread. At first he seemed surprised but quickly wrapped an arm around her bare waist, feeling her soft skin with the other.

“Positively terrified Sallow… are you too frightened to kiss me or..?” She teased and he leaned in pausing only briefly as he hovered his mouth over hers to ask

“You know there’s no going back to the way things were before if we do this?” He asked and she nodded, tipping her face up and closing the gap to answer his question.

He groaned at the feeling of her lips on his and the gentle way she clung to his body for support as he could stand in the water while she was too short. Hoisting her up slightly, he moved a hand down to grope her curves under the water's surface as they kissed.

Breaking away he remarked “Merlin you’re so beautiful” he said sincerely as he rested his forehead on hers.

She giggled at his compliment, kissing his nose before responding “easy for you to say when you’ve already gotten me naked and we haven’t even been on a proper date”

“You don’t think slaying trolls isn’t a wonderful date actively?”

“Certainly not traditional”

“Have either of us ever been traditional?”

“No I suppose not” she replied once again chuckling.

“Come here, how often do we find ourselves truly alone… I’m not wasting a second of tasting those sweet lips of yours” he demanded, pulling her close as they kissed under the moonlight, entranced in the pool together

[ijwrsmff]

I'm begging for a Buggy x f reader where reader ate the Flame Flame fruit and Buggy watches her mess around with her flames before a little girl in the "audience" begins to cry so reader goes over to her smiles and sits down to do a few tricks for her and he like melts at how cute it is. If that's too much I understand.

It's not too much I promise! I do be loving Buggy XD I didn't focus AS MUCH on Buggy and reader because I got carried away by the cuteness of a fem reader making a cute little show for the little girl. But there are a good few precious paragraphs with Buggy being a sweetie. As much as he can be XD

Word Count: 1,322

You’d been on Buggy’s crew for a while, and though you didn’t fully agree with his ideals, you were willing to put up with it. If it meant getting closer to him, you didn’t mind too much. He was funny, and was good at taking charge of a situation. His crew was loyal to a fault, and you were no exception. He may get mad often, but to the people he cared about he wouldn’t harm them for anything. 

You were there, in a new town, and he gave the townspeople a chance to join the audience of the circus…or there would be consequences. Almost all of them had heard of Buggy the Clown, so they followed with brief hesitation. He had a habit of making a name for himself everywhere you went, so within a couple shows the “audience” was mortified. They knew one wrong move and it may be the last they made. 

You were one of the acts, having the ability from your devil fruit to create flames in any shape or size. It took a while to get used to it, but now it was second nature. He sought you out the second he saw what you could do, and with his charm? You didn’t have to think twice about joining his crew. Even…if being called a freak all the time wasn't exactly what you had in mind for your life. He didn’t say it in a derogatory way though, just a fact of the people and beings who weren’t accepted by regular society, and gave you all a name to identify as and live by. 

In some form…it became an endearing term. You knew you were a freak at heart, as not a lot of people throughout the blues had a significantly strong and bizarre devil fruit. It was a way to show…that even if most of the world didn’t agree…you had a home, here with Buggy and his freaks. 

But you were still a kind person, so when it came to your first act for the audience, you noticed a little girl crying and knew you had to do something. Buggy would lash out at anyone for ruining his show, but…he had a soft spot for you. And it WAS your act being performed, he trusted your judgment. He was intrigued as to what your plan was for this, always watching the acts from backstage to see his freaks performing at their best, and sometimes even at their worst. 

“Hey…hey it’s okay. Are you afraid of fire?” You knelt down to the girl’s level, and she recoiled back a little bit. It was clear she was scared, but you wanted as many people as possible to enjoy your show. If even one person was in turmoil, you’d do what you had to in order to make it fun! “Don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt you.” You backed up a bit and made the smallest flame possible on the tip of your finger. 

She still looked scared, and just nodded once to confirm she didn’t like your flames. You smiled, and tried to ease her fears. Your performance was much bigger than a couple small blazes, so you eased her into it, not even noticing Buggy watching curiously from backstage. “Wanna see a couple tricks? Just for you!” Your grin was wide, and you made a small ball of flames, no bigger than a baseball and tossed it from hand to hand. 

She looked scared still, so you made a couple balls and juggled it a couple feet away from her. While she looked afraid, a bit less so in seeing how small it could be. “What’s your favorite animal?” You paused the juggling and tilted your head in a comical way, making the small balls disappear. “Any animal in the world!” You spoke loud enough for others to hear, but not loud enough to give her another reason to be anxious. 

She gulped, and you could see her mother next to her rubbing her shoulders to try and soothe her. Her mother looked confused and hesitant, knowing what crew you were on. Who knew what you had in store for her daughter? You could just be trying to get her guard down to scare her even more, and she was clearly protective. Admittedly, for good reason. You were a pirate after all. 

When the girl didn’t respond, the mother said quietly, “Tigers…she really likes tigers.” She was guarded, and the little girl nodded at the words. Just in case, the mother held the girl even closer to make sure you weren’t gonna try anything funny. And not in the good way, like normal circuses would be. 

Your smile grew and grew, and you clapped, “That’s perfect! Very fitting for a circus, you have good taste!” You winked, and the little girl smiled briefly. Like a good freak, you decided to carry on with the show in a way. It’s far from what you planned, but it would do. 

You backed up, and started with a small and slow flame, barely flickering. It warped as you willed it to, and it slowly began to grow into the shape of a tiger. The stripes were blue flames, the rest their regular red/orange. It grew to be the size of a real tiger, and you had it run around the stage before stopping in front of the girl. It wasn’t always easy to make your flames harmless, but it was worth it when you saw this little girl light up in excitement as you gave her permission to pet it. 

And with that, the show had ended after a few more tricks and Buggy even let all the audience go. He pulled you aside, and he looked…different. Not angry, not irked, not even slightly irritated. He looked…proud. Though he wouldn’t tell you, he already had strong feelings for you. With that performance, and what you did for the little girl…he knew that you’d be his wife someday. He tended to rush a lot, but not this time. 

When he pulled you aside, he embraced you. It was confusing, and you were wondering why your captain was being so randomly affectionate. “That…was our best show yet.” He couldn’t get the words out he wanted to, but when you pulled back looking confused he decided to try. “When you made that little girl happy…it made the show that much better. I can force people to watch our show, but people don’t always be genuinely happy. It’s what I want. Second…to being the pirate king and being feared, but you made me realize a good show doesn’t always have to be planned.” 

You smiled, and hugged him again, “Thank you, thank you captain!” You knew he wouldn’t abandon his goals of being feared and renowned but it was a start. “I was worried you’d be made for me derailing my show for a while…” Looking sheepish, and looking away from him before he pulled you back. 

He placed his finger under your chin, and gave you a look that showed how much he adored your performance. It was the softest look you’d ever seen on him and it admittedly made you blush. “You might just be my favorite freak.” He chuckled and you ended up blushing even more. “Now I won’t be able to do a show without you, so you better be prepared to put on shows with me the rest of your life.” 

You smiled, and knew you’d want nothing more. To get closer to your captain like this��made feelings bloom in your chest, only hoping he truly felt the same. After that display of affection, you were even more determined to grow closer to him. With conviction, you said the words that he loved to hear from you. 

“Yes Captain Buggy! We’ll put on shows for as long as we can! To the future king of the pirates!” 

[cakerybakery]

Adam seemed quite upset over the idea of going on a date with Lucifer in public. It wasn’t like Adam objected to the date because he didn’t want to go out with Lucifer. He rather enjoyed dating Lucifer. The dates though, they had always been on the quiet side because Adam still wasn’t quite used to the fact he was dating a man.

He was quite used to get fucked by one but there was a difference between the bedroom and dinner at a restaurant.

So Lucifer thought his plan was ingenious. Adam was still a little in the closet, that was fine. Lucifer knew he looked good in a dress.

Although, if he was honest, it had been a while. Lilith had done his make up and it was for a ball in the Lust ring. He’d been forced to ask Charlie for a bit of help when magic had left him looking a little more like face paint at a child’s birthday party than sexy temptress.

“We’ll go light, okay?” Charlie moved his face about and applied a tiny terrifying brush rather close to his eyeball. “You and I don’t exactly need more blush. And your eyelids are already purple.” She muttered a small thank you for not inheriting that feature from Lucifer. He had to sit still as she applied lipstick next.

Then she attacked his hair as Vaggie was picking out a dress from the ones he’d bought because he wasn’t sure what to wear.

Charlie was stronger than she looked as she held him in a chokehold and worked out a knot he was sure he’d had since 1785.

He was tossed in the bathroom with the clothing and told not to mess up his hair and make up.

Finally getting a breath, he leaned back against the counter. Maybe he was being silly. Lucifer could just wear a suit and make Adam have to face the fact that sometimes, his boyfriend wanted to be seen out in public with him.

Still, he’d come this far and only if he was completely ugly would he take it off.

He dropped the housecoat and took off his boxers. Lucifer slipped the panties on and did up the matching lace bra. It wasn’t like he had anything to show off, but it should give the illusion of a chest anyways.

Stepping into the white sundress, Lucifer pulled it up. He fiddled with the bow but it felt lopsided. The girls would probably have to do it for him. Lucifer checked over his shoulder at the bow and was startled.

Not by the bow, but by himself.

A pretty woman looked back as him in the mirror.

Lucifer turned around fully and the bra worked like expected. Gave him the appearance of breasts. The dress tucked in at his waist and settled at his hips, he had a lovely figure apparently. Charlie had done a nice job on his makeup, as little of it as there was. He had eyelashes, who knew?

He already knew his hair was short. It looked cute all fluffy down though.

When he came out, Lucifer was nervous. He achieved his goal, he just didn’t expect to be quite as pretty as he was.

“Oh.” Charlie’s eyes went wide and a hand went to cover her mouth for an excited, “Wow. Dad, you look lovely.”

Lucifer blushed gold and Vaggie agreed with Charlie.

Vaggie fixed the red bow on the back of the dress and helped tuck a bra strap under a dress strap as Charlie fussed with the lines of the dress and made sure they were straight.

His boots didn’t match and Charlie lent him a pair of strappy black sandals. His normal hat also didn’t match so with a bit a magic he turned it into a sun hat.

Adam was waiting impatiently in the lobby and the guys and Niffty were trying to mollify him.

“Perfection can take time.” Angel, whom knew from the designs on the bags brought back to the hotel over the last few days that Lucifer definitely wasn’t coming down in a suit like Adam thought he was, was grinning widely.

Husk just uh huhed and gave Angel a side eyed glare. He didn’t know about the underwear or dresses but suspected Angel knew more than he was letting on.

“I really don’t see the point of being nervous about the whole thing.” Alastor shrugged, “just murder anyone that dares to mock you. Crush them under the heel of your boot and make them scream and beg for a mercy that will not come. It’s what I would do.”

Niffty giggled as everyone else took a step back.

Charlie and Vaggie stepped out of the lobby elevator first and Adam sighed. He left the bar and stuck his hands in his suit pants pockets. He hated dressing up in fancy modern clothing. It was more restrictive than his robes and casual clothing.

He was handsome, of course, but he wished they could have just going bowling or some shit instead of having reservations at some highbrow fancy ass restaurant.

Adam opened his mouth to speak but his jaw dropped when the girls parted and a beautiful woman stood behind them. For a second Adam thought that Charlie had a sister no one told him about, but the golden blush gave away the woman’s angelic blood.

“Lucifer?” He looked his boyfriend up and down. “Oh shit, you have to fuck me looking like that later.”

Various tones of “Adam!” Sounded off around the room and Adam realized he spoke out loud.

Lucifer just grinned devilishly, grabbed Adam by the lapels and pulled him into a kiss that made Lucifer have to reapply his lipstick before tugging Adam along behind him out to the waiting limo by the tie like a leash.

“Oh you can count on that, handsome.”

[malebodyexhibit]

A Master and his Toys (a Next Door Boy tale)

Possession is the typical service provided by NDB, but that’s for people with no imagination. You have access to dozens of straight, fit, young men and you don’t want to be their masters? Sure you can take over someone’s body and fuck twinks ’til your cock and balls are dry. Or, you can rent 3 dumb, blond, straight jocks and have the agency adjust their behavior.

This 19-year-old twunk is a business major from Texas. I call him Rosebud. He’s your standard Republican trust fund baby who couldn’t hack it in university and got cut off from his parents. He drifted from girlfriend to girlfriend, mooching off them and cheating behind their backs. Eventually, he ended up as talent for NDB. He didn’t want to be possessed by some gay guy, but he was up for a minor reprogramming via his implant. I told him it was an obedience mod and pleasure mod. The pleasure mod being a love for gay sex. Now he loves showing off his body. I often kiss his neck when he’s being a good boy. He loves when I buy him a new jock strap. He can be a bit too much sometimes. For example, when I’m trying to watch the game, he crawls beside me and grinds himself against me. I sometimes just decide to give him a quick fuck. He doesn’t mind if he doesn’t cum, as long as he gets to feel me explode in him, but sometimes I just turn off his mods so he returns to his straight jock mind. He gets so embarrassed and tries to cover himself up, but a kiss from me and his love for attention kicks back into gear. When I’m at work, I have the other guys top him so he doesn’t get too lonely.

I call this one Jack-O. He’s a 28-year-old personal trainer from Colorado. He’s pretty easy going unlike Rosebud. He wanted to work for NBD but not have anyone else in control of his mind and body. He consented to a pleasure mod though. I told him it would just work on his drive for working out. He’d still be in his body, controlling his decisions. That much was true, but I had him have a strong lust for my  workout musk. After a tough workout, I toss him my sweat-soaked gear so he can lick it clean. I had to tie his arms up because he kept pulling my socks and underwear off. I spent a few days in my house completely naked ‘cause he just strips me and slobbers on my clothes. If I don’t shower quickly enough, he pounces on me and gives me a tongue bath. Because this is so closely tied to sex, he drips precum around the house and I have to be careful where I step. He’s almost always erect, but I had him unable to ejaculate until I stroked him myself. Otherwise, he’d just be spraying the house in his spunk. Jack-O has a fiancé, but he agreed to a no-contact during his contract duration. Yet that seemed heartless of me, so I sometimes have Rosebud wear his fiancé’s perfume then have Jack-O mount him to workout his sexual frustrations. I have, of course, turned off Jack-O’s mods so I could see his confusion as he’s sniffing my used underwear and his horror at his tied up body and his erect, dripping cock.

Spot is his name. This 33-year-old mechanic from Colorado joined NDB for easy money like everyone else. He highly values his body and mind, so he also chose to not be possessed. He’s a straight bachelor who used to bring home a woman. He’d treat her right and flirt for a week, but he’d cut them loose after things get too comfortable. I asked him about mods, and he didn’t have a problem with it. He just wanted to make sure he didn’t do gay shit. So I gave him a perception mod. He believes me, Rosebud, and Jack-O are women. I also tweaked with his pleasure mod and and obedience mod. Spot does all the chores in the house. He sweeps (hence, ‘you missed a spot’), mops up Jack-O’s happy trail on the floor, spots the other two during their workout to keep their rock hard bodies. He also tops them so he can keep himself happy. He loves to eat out their pussy (really it’s their cocks) and pound their pussy (their ass) and fondle their breasts (pecs). If I didn’t tape his mouth, he’d just ramble on and on since he just wants to prove how smart he is. With Spot, I never turn off his mod, but I do find myself blowing him. He thinks I’m one of his many female conquests, so it’s sweet to have him wrap his arms around me, but even sweeter to have him on all fours sweeping dirt from under the couch.

So that’s my collection. I’m not overly malicious. Everything was written out in the fine print. If they read carefully, they’d know what each mod entailed. NDB fully requires consent. At the end of their service (like one month), they’ll be returned to their normal mental state. But in the past, many prefer their new simpler lives.