#this is more of a fun idea to mess around with

[pichichuu]

Heya :3

I was wondering if I could request two things in one ask(one nsfw and one sfw)

So for the sfw I would like to ask for the saja boys (seperate) with a partner that's a menace to society as in always pulling pranks and teasing their boyfriend hehe >:3

And then the nsfw ask is like reader trying to tease the saja boys (again seperate :D) only for it to back fire and it ends up with them teasing and flustering the hell out of the reader (possibly leaving them hot and bothered for trying to tease;3)

Hopefully this isn't too long of a request (I just tried to explain my ideas to the best of my ability T3T)

ofc! the sfw answer is above the cut, so mdni under the cut please :)

this was a bit of a challenge, but i hope you enjoy!

Teasing the Saja Boys (gn!reader)

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Jinu often doesn't know how to respond to your pranks. he gets scared easily, so his reflexive reactions always seem natural, but he's usually confused until someone around him realizes what's going on and starts laughing. usually this person is abby. it's really fun to make him flustered and jumpy. his reactions are always so cute. he rolls his eyes at you a lot as a joke, but still falls for your teasing every time.

Abby publicly plays pranks and teases you in response to your menace behavior. it's quite the spectacle for fans. you've even been able to organize a prank with his fans, blocking him on social media and getting your followers to pull the prank in secret. it's not like the toxic prank wars you see on youtube, but you two do mess with each other frequently. your pranks are always harmless. you guys joke more than anything though, and your inside jokes even make their way into interviews sometimes.

Baby encourages you to prank the other members of the saja boys. he's like the ultimate accomplice. he's so good at playing dumb and acting like he has no idea what's going on, even though he helped you plan the whole thing. he gets a little frustrated when you tease him, although he's usually just upset that he didn't predict your pranks.

Romance acts like a drama queen about it, which only makes you want to tease him more. he'll whine about things going wrong, but if he finds out you're the cause, he's quick to accept the situation. he usually responds to your antics with a loving gaze, much to your chagrin. he loves your pouty face when your pranks backfire, and always pulls you in for a hug when you tell him to have normal reactions, your balled fists drumming gently on his chest.

Mystery puts on an act like he's done with your antics, but his eyes are so joyful under his hair. he's a pretty quiet guy, but he loves how mischievous you can be, especially when it's just the two of you. if you're in public, he'll try to keep a composed appearance for the press and paparazzi, but if you're alone, he'll play along, poking fun at you when you stumble over your sentences or hide things from you when you're looking for them.

Jinu becomes a whiny mess when you tease him. you're his weakness, and you both realize it. you'll kiss the sensitive spot on his neck and press hickeys into his skin, hands working over his back, sides, and hips as he shivers under your touch. usually, you're able to just barely stop before he turns the tables on you, but sometimes, he snaps, pinning you under him and grinding his hips into yours, moans echoing in your mouth. you usually top him, but you love it when you break him. he takes what he wants, always taking care of his own needs first, but he always makes you finish too. he thinks not making you cum first is punishment enough.

Abby doesn't let you tease him for long before he takes control. he'll whisper the filthiest things you've ever heard, breath hot on the shell of your ear, while his fingers plunge in and out of you. he'll promise to make you cum, but he'll edge you the whole time, only letting you finish if you've been good. if you try to tease him in public, he has an especially dirty mouth, holding you in front of him to hide his raging boner. his dirty talk is relentless, even if you're in conversation with others; his goal is to make you noticeably flustered. he loves watching you try to cover your tracks when people ask if you're doing alright.

Baby is the meanest of the group. he'll play along with your teasing, acting like you have control over him, before retaliating, kissing and touching you in your most sensitive spots. he uses you to get off. he usually fucks your throat, degrading you throughout, but will refuse to help you finish, believing you've dug your own grave. if you decide to touch yourself, he'll watch, lazily stroking his half-hard dick. sometimes, he'll record you. it may not seem like it, but he loves when you tease him.

Romance is a sucker for your teasing, much like jinu. it takes a lot for him to break and take what he wants; he's always been fond of slow sex, no matter whether teasing is involved or not. but, without fail, you can make him snap if you set a teasing pace with your hips or tongue. nothing drives him crazier than being inside of you and moving at such a slow pace. if you aren't cockwarming him, he at least wants constant movement or a consistent pace. he'll grab onto your hips or the sides of your head, gently bucking into you. he'll beg for you to stop teasing and go faster even after he's taken control, mind too clouded with pleasure to realize it's pointless to ask now.

Mystery will keep his hands off of you as you tease him, hands and mouth roaming wherever you like, he'll get fed up if you get close to cumming by grinding on him, pushing you off right before you finish. he'll sit back, undoing his own belt and stroking himself instead, long fingers wrapped around his shaft and setting a brutal pace. he'll make you touch yourself too, so he can watch, but he doesn't really care whether you can make yourself finish or not, but he'll put up an act like he wants to help you. after he finishes, he'll lean down and plant a kiss right on your slit, giving you a kitten lick before leaving the room, leaving you hot and bothered.

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[slvbum]

MAGIC KINGDOM SECRET ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content: Rafe × Bunny!Reader marriage, rafe spoiling his daughter a little bit too much.

Rafe was all in as the doting dad, carrying Marie on his shoulders when her little legs got tired and snapping photos of every moment. Y/N had packed healthy snacks; apple slices, homemade granola bars, and her sugar-free cacao nib cookies, to keep Marie’s diet in check.

“No junk food,” She had said firmly that morning. “I don’t want her bouncing off the walls or getting a tummy ache on her birthday.”

Rafe had nodded, but the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he had other ideas.

Mid-afternoon, the trio found themselves in a charming Main Street shop filled with Disney trinkets. Y/N was engrossed, browsing for a special keepsake for Marie, a personalized ornament. Her hands fluttered over the shelves, her shy nature making her hesitate to ask the cashier for help. And Rafe saw his chance.

“Hey, bunny,” he said, leaning close. “Marie and I are gonna take a quick walk around. Meet you back here in, what, twenty minutes?”

Y/N glanced up, her cheeks pink from the weather.

“Okay, but don’t let her run off,” she said. “And no sweets, Rafe. I mean it.”

“Scout’s honor,” he said, winking as he hoisted Marie into his arms.

The toddler giggled, clutching her stuffed Dumbo, oblivious to her dad’s scheming. As soon as they were out of sight, Rafe grinned down at his daughter. “Alright, princess, you ready for a birthday adventure?”

Marie nodded, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief Rafe had in spades. “We’re gonna try all the fun stuff Mommy doesn’t let us eat. But it’s our little secret, okay?”

“Secret!” Marie chirped, clapping her hands.

Rafe and Marie embarked on a covert food tour of Magic Kingdom, weaving through the crowds with the efficiency of a man on a mission...

First stop: a cart selling Mickey-shaped pretzels. Rafe bought one, its golden crust glistening with salt. He tore off a small piece for Marie, who took two tiny bites, her nose wrinkling.

“Too salty, Daddy,” she said, handing the rest to him.

Rafe chuckled, finishing it in a few bites as they moved on. Next was a churro stand. Rafe held the cinnamon-dusted stick for Marie, who nibbled twice before declaring, “It’s crunchy!” and passing it back.

Rafe munched happily, wiping sugar from his chin. They hit a popcorn cart, where Marie took two polite bites of the buttery kernels before shoving the bucket at him.

Then came a Dole Whip, the creamy pineapple treat melting in the sun. Marie’s eyes lit up at the first taste, but after three spoonfuls, she thrust it back to Rafe, who was starting to feel like a human garbage disposal.

By the time they reached the last stop Marie was more interested in watching a nearby duck waddle than eating. She took two tiny bites of the pink cotton candy, giggled at its stickiness, and handed the rest to Rafe.

“You eat, Daddy,” she said, patting his arm like she was doing him a favour.

Rafe, stuffed but grinning, obliged. As they looped back toward the shop, Rafe realized they were cutting it close. Marie’s face was a mess, sticky cheeks, a smear of pineapple on her chin, and a dusting of cinnamon sugar on her dress.

“Oh, man, kiddo,” he muttered, pulling out a pack of wipes and hand sanitiser from the diaper bag Y/N had insisted he carry. He knelt down, cleaning Marie’s face with quick, practised swipes, her giggles making it harder. “Okay, princess, what do we say if Mommy asks what we ate?”

Marie’s eyes widened, and she pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh! Secret, Daddy!”

“That’s my girl,” Rafe said, ruffling her hair. He doused her hands with sanitizer and gave her dress a quick brush-off. By the time they strolled back to the shop, Marie looked pristine, swinging Dumbo in her hand like nothing had happened.

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[vinelark]

For the ask game! 9 ⧽. tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about!

okay i really only have one active wip right now, but i’ve started the early-stage pondering of another timkon au and it’s been so fun to kick around inside my head (and brainstorm with friends). it’s a somewhat canon-divergence college au with flipped identity shenanigans where this time kon’s in the know and tim’s the one caught between a civilian and a superhero.

in this story, tim isn’t a bat (yet) because his parents died just a bit earlier and tim’s guardian situation was a sudden and sustained mess. tim has been bouncing around boarding schools all over the eastern seaboard—and later a few across europe—and just got quietly kicked out of university in paris halfway through his second year. now he’s back in gotham for the first time in years, starting over at gotham u—the only school he can afford now (thanks to generous wayne foundation loans for city residents); his trust fund and company shares don’t unlock until, per his parents’ will, the day he graduates college.

meanwhile kon is taking his second (and hopefully less cringe) swing at independence + first real swing at expanding his civilian identity. as in, kon is going to college. specifically gotham u, where he got a scholarship. (all on his own merit, which tbh made bruce lowkey upset when he found out because if he’d known kon was applying he would’ve wanted to give him a scholarship directly. because bruce wants to be helpful in his simultaneously indirect and overbearing way. kon, to whom bruce is less unsettling now that kon’s little brother is best friends with damian, points out that this would undermine the whole independence thing. somehow the compromise is that bruce gets to launch a security improvement plan for all campus housing, which just so happens to come with a stipend for all undergrad students on GU property.)

i bet you’ll never guess who kon’s new randomly-assigned roommate is!

and kon is, to put it mildly, not thrilled about this. it’s an apartment setup, so at least he has his own room, but still, this guy is so annoying and baffling. tim makes it pretty clear he does not want to be rooming with anyone—even tries to get kon to move out, which means kon’s planting himself here as a matter of principle. especially because kon looks him up, and isn’t tim drake supposed to be rich?? why is he LARPing kon’s income bracket? why does he buy the cheapest, most chemical-laden energy drinks known to man, in bulk, where they take up half their fridge? why does he have such weird taste in music that it makes kon wish he didn’t have superhearing? why does he keep coming back at 3am, which isn’t even kon’s business but see the aforementioned re: superhearing? why is he so obsessed with graduating early? why did he throw away a box of ma’s cookies before kon even had a chance to open them, which is not only a federal crime, basically, but also a total declaration of war? not that kon cares at this point, but why does tim seem so weirdly accident-prone? and okay, why has superboy had to save tim from two different kidnappings in the last month?

turns out someone is very invested in making sure tim doesn’t actually get to graduate college. lucky for tim, he starts running into superboy more and more…

(the roommate part is very loosely inspired by @burins writing about what an absolute nightmare roommate tim would be.)

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[orellazalonia]

Helloo are requests open? if they are, requesting fluff with bucky barnes thank you!!

Hello there! Thank you for the request! There ended up being a tiny bit of hurt/comfort at the end and I did a family AU as well, hope you don’t mind. I also want to suggest keeping your eyes open for a future fic I’ll post soon called “Off Limits, Barnes” that’s entirely fluff and a bit longer! Regardless, I hope you enjoy and Happy reading!!!

She Already Chose

Summary: You set up a traditional doljabi ceremony for your daughter to choose her future path, laying out symbolic items for her to pick from; and what she ends up choosing matters more to you and Bucky than anything else. (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!reader)

Word Count: 1.1k+

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Mornings in the Barnes household were a soft kind of chaos. It was the kind of chaos that was made of cereal spills, toddler babble, and Bucky’s quiet humming as he cleaned up the same mess for the third time in ten minutes.

The apartment wasn’t big, but it was home. Cozy, sunlit, and full of the kind of love that didn’t need much space to bloom. On the wall by the door hung a small framed photo of the three of you: your daughter on Bucky’s shoulders, laughing, with your arms around his waist and his hand covering yours. You’d taken it last fall during a trip upstate, leaves crunching under boots, and your daughter marveling at every squirrel like it was a mythical beast.

Bucky was the kind of dad who used his knife to slice apple wedges perfectly and let Lina paint all over it his metal arm like it was her personal art project. He carried her around with one arm like she weighed nothing; though, to be fair, to him, she probably didn’t.

You, on the other hand, were the glue that held it all together. Planning meals, scheduling appointments, kissing bumped knees and Bucky’s temple in equal measure when either of them got overwhelmed.

Your daughter, Lina, was two and in that wild stage where every emotion was at full volume. She was opinionated, affectionate, clever, and impossibly stubborn. A perfect little blend of you and Bucky. She got your eyes and Bucky’s dark hair. Her favorite game was hiding behind the couch with a plastic shield and “fighting bad guys,” a direct result of bedtime stories courtesy of Dad.

You’d both talked about doing something special for her second birthday, something cute.

“Doljabi,” You’d said one night, half-asleep against Bucky’s chest. “My parents did it with me. The baby picks an item and it’s supposed to hint at what kind of future they’ll have. It’s fun.”

He’d smiled at the idea, his hand stroking your back lazily. “What if she picks something weird? Like the TV remote?”

You’d snorted. “Then we get a very decisive couch potato. That still counts.”

So, you decided to plan it quietly without much fanfare. You wanted to see what caught Lina’s attention when no one was pushing her one way or another.

That morning, you woke up first. The apartment was quiet with Bucky’s even breaths brushing against your shoulder and your daughter still curled like a kitten in her room. You slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the living room, laying out the items carefully: a pencil, a paintbrush, a plastic stethoscope, a toy hammer, some fake money, a book, and a small replica of a shield keychain you’d found in a drawer. Just to make Bucky laugh.

You set them all on a soft woven mat on the floor, heart warm and fluttery with anticipation.

And right on cue, you heard them.

Bucky shuffled into the living room, hair tousled with your daughter perched on his hip like a sleepy little starfish and her cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“Good morning,” You greeted softly, eyes warm as you looked up at them.

Lina stirred at the sound of your voice, blinking slowly before looking over with a quiet, “Mommy?”

“Hey, sleepy bean,” You smiled. “Guess what? I made you a game.”

She perked up immediately, straightening in Bucky’s arms. “Game?”

Bucky rubbed at his jaw with his free hand, giving the mat a puzzled look as he wandered over. “What is all this?”

“What I mentioned before, doljabi,” You explained with a smile. “It’s not serious-serious, it’s just cute fun. Want to help?”

“I already am,” He muttered, but there was fondness in it as he gently set Lina down.

She toddled over to you, blinking at the lineup with the deepest concentration a two-year-old could manage. Her little brow furrowed.

You leaned closer, brushing her hair from her face. “Go ahead, love. Pick something.”

She hovered her hands over the pencil, then the paintbrush, and then the book. Her fingers almost brushed the stethoscope as she tilted her head at the shield.

And then, without a word, she turned around and marched right back into Bucky’s lap.

He blinked as she climbed into his crossed legs, curled against his chest, and let out a soft sigh like she’d just made the most important decision of her tiny life.

You stared. “Lina?”

She looked up at you and declared with toddler certainty, “I pick Daddy.”

Bucky froze.

You watched his shoulders rise with a deep breath, and then fall just slightly. Like if he relaxed too much, he might unravel.

“I–” He started, voice rough. “That’s not… on the mat.”

Lina clung to his shirt and snuggled into his neck. “Wanna be like Daddy,” She whispered.

Bucky’s hand slowly lifted to cradle her back, metal fingers brushing the hem of her pajama shirt. “She… picked me?” He asked you, like he didn’t believe it. Like she’d made a mistake. “She could’ve picked the book. Or the doctor thing. Or… anything else.”

You moved toward them, pressing your hand to his knee, your voice soft. “She did pick something. She picked who she loves, who she looks up to.”

He looked down at her; your daughter, his daughter, wrapped around him like a second skin, already dozing off again. Embracing her father with trust, warmth, and sleepy love.

“She shouldn’t want to be like me,” He whispered quietly, almost like he was ashamed to say it out loud. “Not with my past. Not with the stuff I’ve done.”

Your heart cracked in that familiar, achey way it always did when he spoke like that, when he forgot that he was more than what had been done to him, or what he’d been forced to do.

“She sees you,” You whispered, moving your hand up to cup his cheek. “Not the Winter Soldier or a weapon. She sees the man who wakes up early to make her pancakes shaped like cats. The man who wraps his arms around her when she’s scared. The one who reads her bedtime stories, even though you always cry at the ones with happy endings.”

He huffed a laugh, blinking fast. “That’s you that cries at happy endings.”

You smiled. “Fine. But she sees the man who stayed. Who shows up every day and never lets her go without love. That’s who she picked.”

He wrapped both arms around her, murmuring, “She deserves better.”

“She chose better,” You corrected. “She chose you.”

Lina let out a sleepy hum, patting his cheek. “Daddy warm.”

That did him. His eyes went glassy, and he let his head fall back against the couch cushion, arms tightening around her.

You leaned in and kissed his other cheek. “She’s always been a smart girl.”

And for the next few minutes, neither of you spoke. You just stayed there, your little family tangled together on the floor, surrounded by paintbrushes, pencils, plastic stethoscopes, and other items that would never matter as much as the man she chose to become her world.

Taglist: @yasmin12312 @herejustforbuckybarnes @eeveedream @wingstoyourdreams @figtreesandmoonlight @happygalaxymilkshake

[aurorlia]

hi love, i have this idea and i was wondering if maybe you would be able to do it?

brother’s best friend!art who is in a secret “relationship” with his best friend’s sister, and every time he stays at their house for a sleepover, he always sneaks to her room at night <3

only after midnight ! ♡ A. Donaldson

♡ ꒰ club ? ꒱ — brothers bestfriend!art

— 18+ ! afab!reader & fluff. secret romance. + slice of life. fingering. overstimulation. cunnilingus. squirting. not proofread — read at own risk & enjoy !

꒰ deliver ! 💌 ꒱. — @pittsick @nozhdyved @forgetmenotnympho @lov3lylxvender @museboos @cinnamongmm @ellaynaonsaturn @cestdommage @lacelottie

it was always the same routine. It never changed, not when it came to art. The knock on the door, the echo of laughter that was deep and so unmistakably arts. The loud shout of your brothers voice yelling out— “yo mom! arts staying the night again!” like it was his decision to make.

though you didn’t mind, not one bit because of what happened only after midnight. When Patrick went to bed and art forced himself to stay awake— just for you. sleepovers with art meant getting a knock at 1:00am sharp. It always did and you always waited for it.

you remembered the first time it happened, you thought you were dreaming. You’d always had a small thing for art, ever since your brother brought the boy back from tennis camp when they were twelve and you were a bit younger.

and when you heard that first knock on your door, the first ever one— you froze. A soft tap against your door because he was afraid someone other than you would hear and when he finally slipped inside, he looked like a small child who got caught in a place they shouldn’t be. Eyes wide and unsure.

that was five sleepovers ago, maybe even more but now it was a ritual. He wasn’t as afraid.

you also remember how silly art looked when he first came over. Twelve years old— hair in a buzz and braces placed on his teeth. The boy who stole all your treats from your room with your brother. The boy that would leave you out of games and make fun of you but he grew and so did you.

now he was all limbs and soft curls, a soft and sweet boy compared to your brother. Atleast one of them matured.

but tonight wasn’t any different, you could hear them thumping up and down the steps like they were still twelve.

and so around midnight, the house went quiet and at 1:00. The knock came as usual. Three soft taps and a pause—continuing with two more taps. A secret code just for you both.

you slipped out of bed, heart thumping out of your chest. You gently cracked the door enough just to see him before officially letting him in. His hair a soft mess and his smile sheepish— “hey.” He softly whispered.

“Hi.” you whisper back. art never had much to say when he came into your room, he never did and never had to. The silence between you both was familiar, comfortable.

he always brought the same things: his cold toes, warm hands and the scent that you’ve memorized— fabric softener, faint cologne and something just overall boyish. You gently scooted over and he nestled in beside you, his arm curling around your waist. “you’re freezing.” you whisper, pressing your hand to his cheek. He softly chuckled. “Patrick hogs the blanket.” and you quickly snorted, “is that why you come here?”

“No.” He chuckles, “I come here because I miss you.” just from that, your heart did that little stupid flutter again. “You saw me yesterday.” You grinned.

“Not the same.” He softly whines, tucking his head into your neck. You hesitated for a second before burying your fingers in his blonde locks, gently scratching his scalp.

“sometimes I wish we didn’t have to hide.” you softly murmured. Art was silent for a long moment. “I know.” He finally replied, his voice muffled. “But Patrick would kill me.”

you both laughed but your chest ached a bit. You’d always been so close to art. He was apart of your brothers world and in extension— your world. Something had shifted though, hand touched lingered and so did stares. A late night text turned into two hours of talking and that one night, when you and him kissed after patrick fell asleep watching a movie.

you hadn’t meant for it to happen but it had so now you were here. In the quiet of your room, with him.

“I told my nana I was gonna marry you one day.” He whispered, you knew art and his nana. Their relationship closer than anything in the world so you didn’t mind her knowing but again, knowing art— he was a fast moving guy even if he didn’t mean to be. He had good intentions.

You blinked in surprise, “what?”

“I mean— not like tomorrow.” He added quickly, “just..it’s so stupid but when I was little. I really liked you, I obviously still do! but i told her that I was gonna marry you— that you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and we’d have a house with a dog and a very necessary trampoline.”

that earned a laugh from you. “A trampoline?, he chuckled before nodding solemnly. “Top priority.”

arts eyes softened at you, leaning in a bit. Brushing the tip of his nose against yours— “I really like you, if that wasn’t clear enough.” He chuckled, his breath hot against your face.

“I like you too, I guess.” You murmured, fake disinterest in your tone. He laughed as you reached up, one finger tracing his jawline before he finally kissed you. His kiss was soft and familiar. He gently pulled back after a bit and rested his head against yours.

“one day, when patrick is less..protective and doesn’t wanna kill me— I’ll take you on a real date.” He paused before continuing, “just you and me. No hiding. No secrets.”

you softly giggled, “yeah, I’d love that.”

“until then,” he whispered as he continued— “we’ve got 1 a.m and creaky floor boards.” and that made you laughed. “and your cold toes.” you added.

“oh you love them.” He snorted— “eh..i tolerate them.” you shrugged before he nuzzled closer.

“I’ll take that.” He softly chuckled, nuzzling closer into you. His lips gently press against your collarbone before biting playfully— earning a gasp from you.

“Art—“ but before you could finish, he shushed you. “I’ve missed you, please just let me give you this.” He spoke desperately, his hand currently on your stomach before it moved down.

his hand gently reaches for the waistband of your pajamas. “I need you to be quiet, okay?” he softly whispered. Your brother was in the room right next to you and these walls? were very thin.

you quickly agreed, a smile forming onto his face as his hand now touched your thigh. He gently leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your lips— wasn’t needy nor hungry. It was calm and it meant ‘I love you more than you know.’

he knew this was wrong, that’s why he hadn’t dared to do anything else besides give you pleasure. He was basically betraying his bestfriend— but he loved you too much to let go. You were like a fucking drug.

his hand gently slid underneath your panties, his slender fingers gently running through your folds. A small moan leaving your lips— “I know baby, it feels really good but remember. Be quiet.” he reminded you but it was so hard.

mind hazy as one finger softly entered you, your hand immediately going to his bicep. his eye contact was deep and intimate, he hadn’t looked away once as his one finger continuously pumped into you— gradually getting quicker.

you feel a second finger pressing against your hole, now two sliding in. Your back arched and head thrown back. “Art! Art..” You gasp, he nods. “I know, I know..shh.” as he continues on. “you need to cum?” he asks sweetly, you don’t hesitate to nod. His fingers going quicker than ever— your jaw quickly slacking.

“yeah baby, mhm..cum. cum on my fingers.” he sounded so desperate for you to just cum. his voice wavering and all needy like he could cum himself any minute now. You’re about to let out a loud moan, on the edge but he quickly covers your mouth.

your moans all muffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you finally cum. You feel art place his forehead against yours— nodding as he whispered, “Good girl. Good girl.”

you pant as he sits up, adjusting his position before leaning down— pressing soft kisses on your open neck. He trailed down to your clothed chest then..down to the waistband of your pajamas. His fingers gently ghost them, making you squirm.

you feel the cold breeze of your room hit you when he finally takes off your pants. Leaving you in just your lace panties— his fingers rubbing against the wet spot on them, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. He gently moved your panties to the side before placing a small kiss right on your clit.

that alone just made you shiver. Your hand instinctively reached for his blonde curls as he licked a stripe against your folds— his pale hands tightly gripping your thighs to just keep your legs open. His mouth now working on you.

he was devouring you, like he was starving— like he hadn’t eaten your moms dinner earlier. You arched quickly as he continued to work on you. Moans wanting to leave you so bad but you knew they just couldn’t.

his tongue gently pressed against your hole before actually sliding in and back out. you had to bring your own hand to your mouth— it was too much. You softly whimpered as your grip on his hair tightened. You were on the edge and he could feel it so he pulled away.

your legs continued to shake and it was all too much. He brought his lips back to your pussy, licking your folds once again— you attempted to close your legs but he gently opened them. “Baby..keep your legs open for me, okay?” he instructed softly, continuing his work.

it was too much to hold back, the way he was moving his mouth along with his tongue— you had to cum. Your grip was painful on his head, forcing him in place as you came. Your juices surrounding his face.

and after? he didn’t hesitate to clean you up, place a small kiss on your forehead and lay with you for a bit. the night enveloped you both in your bed and you dreaded the time when art had to sneak back into Patrick’s room.

what’s done is done, you and art just can’t stay away.

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Hii! Can I request a Anaxa and aglaea whit a prankster reader? Like for example for Anaxa they love to mess up whit his experiment and for Aglaea they love to switch out the fabrics or paper work. Than one day, Reader took a prank too far by pretending they perished in the black tide? Take your time and have a nice day ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑!

oh my goodness

-anaxagoras has trouble seeing the humor in your pranks, prone to becoming frustrated rather than tickled. especially where his experiments are concerned, a deviation in formula or technique could spell disaster not just for his results but for his lab or the grove itself. he tells you time and time again that it's dangerous to be messing with his work and that if you must joke around, do so elsewhere. he doesn't like having his time or materials wasted!

-the day you decide to carry out your most reckless prank yet, he finds it unusually peaceful around but doesn't think much of it. just as well; he has things to do, and he can only hope you're subjecting someone else to his jokes. but later, a frantic scholar runs to inform him that you had disappeared in a black tide-afflicted zone, leaving only one or two of your belongings as evidence that you were there.

-his heart just about stops. all in the span of a few seconds, he's regretting how harshly he treated you the other day and furiously cursing the gods for failing to save yet another person dear to him, clutching your things in his fists and clenching his jaw so tight it hurts. he might even tear up from the force of grief. so imagine his mixed relief and anger when you turn up all safe and sound.

-expect a long and very emotional lecture from anaxagoras. you've never seen him so upset, and it's enough to stun you into shocked silence. in an impassioned voice, he drills into your head how terrified he was in thinking you had died and there wasn't anything he could do to save you. sometimes he stops to pace in front of you, running a hand through his hair and trying to compose himself but failing. his breath is shaky as he tries to convey to you, almost pleading, how important your life is to him, pranks and ill-timed jokes be damned. he concludes by falling to his knees before you and clutching your legs like he'll never let you go again.

-having a little more experience with tricksters, aglaea takes your pranks in better stride. she finds that her silks have been replaced with cheap cotton and calmly surmises that you're behind this. when she goes to track you down, the icy air of her displeasure is enough to persuade you to fess up. she's not a big fan of pranks, but she knows that this is how you like to have fun and doesn't do much to dissuade you anyway--partly because she has much bigger and more dire things to worry about than petty tricks.

-she senses something amiss before she finds out about your little prank, but she's still not fully prepared when she's informed of your suspected demise. loss does not become easier even after one thousand years of losing friends and letting her soul crumble away. her face doesn't show her shock and dismay very well, but a piece of her dies along with you as she holds the mere scraps of what's left of your vivid life. if only her threads' reach had been better, or she had a little more power to guide you out of harm's way...

-when you turn up, she thinks her own mind is playing tricks and showing her ghosts before she understands that you're really alive and whole, and this was all your idea of a joke. if you thought her reactions were chilly before, she's downright arctic now. similarly to the scholar she disdains so much, she doesn't let you off with anything easier than a scathing discussion on what does and doesn't constitute a funny joke. she has the authority and presence to lead the holy city; the way she reprimands you would make some criminals think twice before acting.

-before she lets you leave her sight, she draws you into her embrace as if to convince herself that this is real and remind you that she cares for you very deeply. her fear and distress is evident in how her hands tremble slightly. she holds you close to her chest with the knowledge that one day, it really won't be a prank, and she'll have to depart from you one way or another. this is merely an unwelcome rehearsal.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Better Than Revenge – Jake Seresin

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And, I had it all. I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you could say sabotage

Jake Seresin and I went through the Naval academy, time on a Navy ship, and the Top Gun program together. You'd think that two pilots who have been through so much together we'd be as thick as thieves.

Not us.

Instead, we've been extremely competitive, nonstop snarky, and constantly messing with each other. Outsiders think that we need to get a room and have our way with each other. To be honest, that wasn't the worst idea, but I never let myself think about it for too long. Seresin and I would never work. We only bring out the worst in each other.

Phoenix and I walked into the bar and instantly walked up to Penny to order a drink.

"Uh oh."

"What?" I asked, not turning around.

"You're not gonna like who's here on girls' night," Phoenix said with a small chuckle. I turned around, and my eyes instantly landed on Seresin.

"Well well well!" Payback laughed as he leaned against the pool table. "What are you girls doing here?"

"Don't you remember?" Seresin mocked. "It's Girls' Night."

"I want to be a part of girls' night," Fanboy smirked as he tried to flirt with us.

"Fanboy, I am only going to say this one more time," I said slowly. "Not unless hell freezes over."

I patted his face a couple of times, but the last one was a little harder. I turned around and grabbed mine and Phoenix's drinks from Penny.

"Let's go outside," I said, making a face. "The whole point of Girls' Night is to be away from these asses."

Phoenix laughed as she grabbed her drink from me and we walked outside. We hung out for a little while before heading back into the bar. The second we did, Seresin's eyes landed on me.

"How's it going, Blue Jay?" Bob asked as he walked over and ordered himself another drink.

"It would be better if you boys weren't crashing our Girls' Night," I smirked, slowly sipping my drink.

"Wasn't my idea," he said, instantly putting his hands up in defense.

"I've got a question," Coyote said, joining us, "what do you girls even do on Girls' Night?"

"We hang out, just the two of us," I shrugged. "Then we flirt with other Navy guys and get them to buy us drinks."

"You ever go home with any of them?" He asked, slightly leaning in.

"You jealous, Coyote?" I taunted.

"I might know someone who would be," he laughed, turning away from me. Confusion flooded me when I followed his eyes to see him staring at Seresin. Coyote glanced back at me and quickly walked away. When I turned toward Bob, he instantly tried to walk away.

"Not so fast, Bobby-Boy," I said, catching his arm. "Earlier, you said that coming to the bar and crashing our Girls' Night wasn't your idea."

His eyes widened. "I didn't mean. . ." He stuttered. I turned toward him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Whose idea was it to come tonight?" I asked.

"No one," he mumbled.

"Robert," I elongated his name. "Whose idea was it to crash Girls' Night?"

For a second, his eyes glanced at Seresin. When he looked back at me, he opened and closed his mouth, unable to find his words.

"Was it Hangman's idea to come here and crash Girls' Night?"

"I really don't want to get in between you guys," he said, shaking his head.

"You already are," I said, making my voice slightly more threatening. I took a step toward him and lowered my voice. "Who are you more afraid of, Bobby? Seresin? Or me?"

"You," he whispered.

"Good," I smiled. "Now, answer the question."

"Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "It was Seresin's idea to come here. He knew you and Phoenix would be here and thought it would be fun to. . ."

"To what?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"To intervene."

"What?!"

"Only if some guys wouldn't leave you alone," he tried to correct quickly. "He said we should come and protect you guys. He didn't say anything about ruining your night. He made it seem like we would just be. . ."

"Bob?"

"Yes?"

"Walk away."

He didn't argue with me. He put his head down and walked away. I leaned against the bar, my eyes shooting daggers at Seresin as he and Payback played pool. As I took a sip of my drink, Seresin looked up at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he made his shot.

I didn't bother to roll my eyes because that would've taken effort. Instead, I found the only other person who was just as annoyed by Seresin as I was. I walked over and got a little too cozy with Rooster. The entire time Rooster and I played darts overly flirtatiously, Seresin watched us.

At the end of the night, I took a cab by myself back to the ship. As I got ready for bed, all I could think about was Jake's obvious attempt to ruin the night.

Who the hell did he think he was? Phoenix and I were surrounded by guys all the time. We take one night a week to go out as just girls. The other guys had no problem with it, so why did he? That curiosity was still there when I woke up.

"Hi, Y/N," Jake said as I walked into the garage where we kept our planes. "How was your night last night?"

I froze and put out my arm, stopping him, too.

"Knock it off."

"What?" He laughed.

"I know what you did last night, Seresin," I said, moving so I was standing directly in front of him.

"I don't," he shrugged. He tried to step around me, but I countered his move.

"Stop getting in the way."

"Y/N, I don't know what you think is going on but. . ."

"There's no reason to block something you don't even want."

I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from

* * * * *

After Jake got in the way the other night, I had a plan to make sure he wasn't even around to get in the way. I walked into the bar and instantly found Payback. He was sitting at the bar, drinking with Seresin. I walked over and sat on the bar stool next to Payback.

"Hey," I said, "you want to know something?"

"Always," Payback laughed.

"I have never played pool."

"Want me to teach you?" He smirked.

"You'd be my hero," I smirked back. Payback jumped off his bar stool and turned toward me with his hand held out to me.

"My lady," he bowed.

"What a gentleman," I cooed. I took his hand and let him pull me off my bar stool. As we walked away, I couldn't help but turn around and send Seresin a smirk.

As Payback taught me how to play pool, I was well aware of Seresin watching us the whole time. That just made me giggle louder and playfully touch Payback more.

Several games and multiple beers later, I decided to go in for the kill. I put my pool cue on the table and walked over to Payback. I draped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. 

I leaned in and whispered, "You wanna get out of here?"

When I leaned back, Payback was smirking at me. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. As we passed Hangman, I couldn't help but send him a smirk.

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think She's an actress, She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep in mind She should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge

* * * * *

Nothing happened with Payback.

Not that I didn't want to. He was the one who kind of put me in my place.

We were walking along the beach when he said something that felt like someone had dumped cold water on me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled.

"Why are you doing this to you and him?"

I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Him?"

"Come on, Blue Jay," he laughed. "Everyone can see it but you two."

"I don't know what you're. . ."

"Hangman."

My heart jumped into my throat. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, starting to get defensive.

"You really don't see it, do you?" He asked as he studied me. He laughed when I didn't say anything. He sighed and patted my arm. "Maybe someday you two will get over this weird little fued and finally tell each other how you feel."

I went to bed that night, thinking about what Payback said. Whenever I thought about my and Jake's weird relationship, I never thought about it as anything more than enemies/colleagues. Whenever anything that other people would call flirting popped into my mind, I instantly had to correct myself. I kept repeating that we were enemies as I walked into training the next day.

I walked in, and my heart jumped into my throat when I passed Jake, checking on his plane. I ducked my head and forced myself not to look at him.

"Yo! Blue Jay!"

I turned around to see Jake standing by his plane, but his focus was on me.

"What do you want, Seresin?" I asked flatly as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Nothing," Jake said, a little too quickly. "I was just. . . I didn't see you leave last night."

Well, that was a lie. But okay.

"Where did you sneak off to last night?"

I looked over my shoulder to see him turning back toward his plane and started pretending to be working on it. I hid my smirk and decided to tease him.

"Doesn't concern you," I shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head snap toward me. I turned around and laughed. "Calm down, Hangman. Nothing happened."

"But you. . ." He stuttered. I walked by him and patted his shoulder harder than playfully.

"Nothing happened."

I thought that would be the end of it, but Jake surprised me. I had just finished a flight with Phoenix and Bob. I was walking back into the ship when Jake caught up to me.

"I don't know why you're so pissed at me," he said half-jokingly.

"You know exactly why," I scoffed, not bothering to slow down.

"Ohh," he elongated with a laugh. "Are you angry that we accidentally crashed your little girls' night?"

I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Wait, what?" He asked, his usual asshole bravado weakening.

"For some reason, you are always around."

"I'm confused," he said slowly.

"You never seem to leave me alone," I said, my frustration building. "The other night was not the first night you've crashed mine and Phoenix's Girls' Night. And then, as soon as I walked in today, you asked about where I went last night. You watched Payback and I leave! Which means you're fishing. You want me to tell you that Payback and I spent the night together. Well, we didn't. There. Don't worry. You successfully ruined my weekend."

"I saved you."

"From what?" I scoffed. "Having a sleepless night with a gorgeous man?"

"No," he said, strangely through his teeth. "I saved you from being used."

"That's kinda the point," I laughed. My smirk fell when I saw the look on Seresin's face. I lowered my voice as I asked, "Why did you feel the need to protect me from Payback?"

"Payback isn't the commitment type, Y/N," he said, taking a slight step toward me. "He uses a girl, gets bored of her, and walks away without any explanation. He'd break your heart. I was making sure he didn't get the chance."

"I appreciate your concern," I said, my voice still soft, "but I'm not sure that's something worth protecting."

"Says who?" He asked, taking another step toward me.

"Says the lack of any guy chasing after me."

Seresin took a third step toward me, now inches from me. I felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room as we stared at each other.

"How do you know someone isn't chasing after you?" He asked, his voice so low it sent a shiver up and down my spine.

"Because," I stuttered, suddenly unable to answer his question.

"Maybe," he continued when I didn't, "there is someone who has been chasing after you for years. And maybe this someone isn't very good at making their intentions known. Maybe he's been chasing after you for so long that he spends too much of that time protecting you instead of telling you how he actually feels. And by doing that, he's actually the one hurting you the most."

"Stop, Seresin," I whispered. "I can't. . . I'm tired of this. I'm tired of us dancing around each other. We've been doing it for years. Please stop all this 'maybe' and 'actually' crap. Just tell me the truth, Jake."

My breath got caught in my throat when he reached up and gently grabbed my face with both of his hands.

"I've been chasing you for years, Y/N," he said, his voice soft.

"Then maybe it's time you finally catch me," I whispered.

"I think you're right."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The second our lips touched, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. As we kissed, Jake slowly let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. We kissed until neither one of us could breathe.

"There," he smirked as he broke the kiss. "I finally caught you."

And do you still feel like you know what you're doing 'Cause I don't think you do, Do you still feel like you know what you're doing I don't think you do, I don't think you do Let's hear the applause C'mon, show me how much better you are See you deserve some applause 'Cause you're so much better She took him faster than you could say sabotage

[nite-puff]

yeah, danganronpa: s sucks and messes up a lot of the characters but you can PRY THE IDEA OF YASUHIRO CALLING EVERYONE FUN NICKNAMES LIKE HIS MOM OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS!!

they’re sooo lame!!!! but that makes them all the more endearing to me!! like they suck so bad that they loop back around to being cute.

[iuseatranslator]

Not canon, not even headcanon, but more like a “wouldn't it be fun if—?” kind of thing... I’m not sure what to call it. Anyway, here are my top 3 picks for that kind of setting.

1. Mickey and Mandy look a lot alike.

Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. If we’re just talking colors, then yeah, I’d say they’re already about 50% alike! lol

But since it’s never actually mentioned in the show, it’s not canon. And Even as a headcanon, it still feels like it’s missing that last 2%.

Still, I love this idea so much.

I posted about it before, but I really enjoy the notion that Ian rejected Mandy, only to fall hard for her male version. I imagine Mandy, upon finding this out, thinking something like,"What the fuck? That asshole pushed me away but clings to the guy version of me—with a dick and an even more fucked-up personality?!"

Maybe they really do look alike. But Mickey’s just such a filthy mess that no one’s ever thought to draw the comparison. Maybe Ian only started noticing the similarities once he and Mickey got involved. Or maybe the reverse—he starts seeing bits of Mickey in Mandy.

Lip would never admit they look alike. Even if he did notice something, he’d deny it with everything he had. lol

(On a related note) I’ve always had a headcanon that Colin/Iggy and Mickey/Mandy are half-siblings through different moms.

And I’ve got a visual headcanon for Mickey and Mandy’s mom too! lol Basically, she looks like Mandy but taller and with a more melancholic vibe. (I know it doesn’t make much sense for her to be tall, considering Mickey and Mandy’s height) She probably married Terry, had the kids, but couldn’t survive his violence and either ran away within a year or two, or died. I really hope she’s alive and doing okay somewhere out there.

2. Mickey’s first crush was Lip.

This pops up in fics from time to time, and I find it super entertaining. I wouldn’t call it my headcanon, but I love the idea and it’s fun to imagine.

Mickey around 7 to 9 years old. Back then, Lip might’ve been a bit taller than the other kids, or at least smarter, and good at making friends. Mickey might’ve looked up to him, or had a shy little crush.

But as Lip grew up into someone completely not Mickey’s type, those feelings would’ve faded quickly. During puberty, Mickey might’ve even had a wet dream or two about him—but by then, the emotional part was long gone, and he probably woke up feeling sick with guilt and shame.

The reason I like this idea is that it adds more flavor to the weird dynamic between Lip and Mickey. And of course, it’s also because of how Ian would react. lol

Ian would be a little jealous at first, maybe get kind of pissy about it. But then he’d just end up laughing like, “Are you serious?” Considering how much they hate each other now, it’s hilarious to think there was ever something like that. At this point, Ian might actually be hoping the two of them get along for once.

3. Clayton Gallagher leaves part of his estate to Ian after his death.

I wish this would happen… But yeah, it’s about as close to zero as a possibility can get. lol

The chances are low, but I hope Ian got to see Clayton again after canon. I'd just like Mickey to have seen Ian's biological dad at least once.

And I wish they had met Ian's half-brother, Jacob(Is that even the right name?). According to Lucy, he looks just like Ian.

In my mind, Jacob is a little smaller than Ian, wears glasses, and has this classic “nerdy” Ian energy.

The reason I want them to meet him is simple. I want to see Mickey being low-key into someone who looks exactly like Ian.

Ian’s got this half-brother he loves—Lip—who Mickey fucking hates. But then this random-ass half-brother, Jacob, who Ian barely knows? Mickey kinda likes him. Of course Ian would hate it. And yeah... that’s exactly what I want to see.

Anyway, back to the main point: I just want Ian to inherit some of Clayton’s money and live a comfortable life with Mickey. That’s it. Will it happen? Absolutely not. But somewhere in the infinite multiverse, I choose to believe there’s a world where it does.

[lavenderyskywrites]

Nice to meet you pt.3

Summary: y/n ends up at the ER. Jack is working night shift and treats her.

Warnings: swearing, age gap reader is mid to late 20s. Jack mid to late 40s.

It’s been days since you’ve last seen Jack. You wondered if it was too soon to give out your number to him. Maybe he thought you were trying too hard.

You hated moping around and waiting for someone, that wasn’t like you at all. There was only a whole week left before you had to head back to New York. So you decided to meet up with your girlfriends at a karaoke bar that Friday night.

It was a fun, bright night with your girls just like old times. Dancing and drinking, you were only a few drinks in enough to get you tipsy that’s it.

Hours pass by , you don’t even notice your phone anymore. You didn’t care if he ended up texting you or not.

You’re on your way to the bar to grab some waters for you and the girls when a sleazy guy who looked like a typical jock boy is in your view now.

He’s pretty tall, sweaty and leans into your ear.

“Hey you come here often?”

You look up at him and give a stern smile “Um no not really.” you’re trying to get the bartender’s attention.

The guy still looking at you goes “Damn too bad, you’re hot as fuck.” He suddenly thinks it’s a good idea to grab your waist to pull you in closer.

You don’t know what came over you but you felt heat rushing all over your body and you slap him across the face with your fist. You hand rings on so it stung even more.

The guys eyes widen, his jaw tightening “Fucking bitch!” he was this close on pushing you onto the floor but a group of guys who watched the whole thing unfold held him down and got security.

Your girls came running to you terrified looks on their faces , “y/n what happened!!?” their holding you by the arms trying to catch your gaze but your still looking at that prick.

They take you into the bathroom, bright neon lights hitting your eyes. You look down at your knuckles, your right hand bloody. Somehow you got shattered glass on it. It didn’t look so bad but you know it was going to sting later.

“I think we should take you to the ER, prevent an infection or something” one of your fiends says worried.

Your head is buzzing from the alcohol, you don’t remember agreeing but you somehow let them convince you to take you to the ER.

Of course the ER you end up in is the one your uncle Robby works at. Great.

Your friends are holding you each by the arm, waking you to check you in.

A rush of embarrassment comes through you, you really hope Dana is already home and someone else is in charge. You knew your uncle wasn’t working, but you feared Jack would.

Your friend looks at you and says “You should tell them your uncle works here, maybe they can see you sooner.”

You roll your eyes “No it’s fine really.”

Jack is walking in when he spots you.

He walks quicker towards you, “Y/n? what the hell happened?” he’s looking at you and your bloody hand.

You suddenly feel warmth as you’re looking at him.

He doesn’t even wait for you to explain and tells your friends “I’ll take her in right now, please fill out these forms.”

He’s holding you gently by the arm and walks you through the ER into a room.

He helps you sit down on, helping you settle on the chair.

You’re trying to no look at him, you keep looking down the floor or your hands.

You feel so embarrassed, you felt and looked like a mess. Glittery eye make up fading away, messy hair from dancing.

Jack pierces his gaze at you, he kneels down to face you closer but not too close.

“Hey are you okay? Can you tell me what happened?”

You look at him and shrug your shoulders tears starting to well up, “I uh, hit this douche bag he touched me and well” you lift up your swollen hand.

Jack’s jaw tightens and he takes a deep breath, “Did he do this to your hand?”

You scoff “he wishes. He thought it was a good idea to put his hands on me.”

Jack notices your tensing up again. He sighs and puts his hand over your good hand.

“Hey it’s okay, I mean it’s not okay that asshole even put a hand on you but you’re going to be okay.”

He stands up and puts on some gloves ready to examine your hand.

Tears start running down your face, you wipe them quickly “um can you please not even mention this to my uncle?”

Jack nods understandably. “I won’t but I hope that you will eventually.”

You nod.

As he’s cleaning up your wounded hand, you’re admiring him. He looks so handsome when he’s focusing, wiping your hand and checking for any small pieces of glass that might of broken in.

As he’s still cleaning and about to bandage your hand, you clear your throat and say “Um, so I’ve noticed you haven’t texted me” you said lowly enough for him to hear.

Jack looks up at you quickly and then at your hand, “Yeah sorry about that. Just been really busy.”

You nod and slight roll your eyes.

He furrows his brows, he noticed your mood shifting instantly “Did I say something to upset you?”.

You shrug your shoulders “No. I mean, I just feel stupid giving you my number”.

Jack shakes his head “You’re not stupid.” He holds your wrist lightly as he’s finishing up your bandaged hand.

He looks up at you now fully this time, “Look y/n I really like you and want to get to know you more, it’s just I feel like this could turn really complicated.”

You look down at your hand and then at him feeling a bit tense, “what? Why? Because of my uncle?”

He nods. “Mainly that, but you’re still figuring life out, I don’t want to be some old man holding you down like that I don’t know.”

You scoff “Oh please, I’ve been on my own ever since college okay? I’m a big girl Jack, I know how to handle myself.”

You start to get up a bit wobbly from the alcohol still, and your nerves just acting up now. “Look Jack it’s fine, really I get it. Thanks for the help”

He grabs your arm gently, “I didn’t mean to upset you y/n please.”

You shrug him off “You didn’t.” Before you start heading out, you turn back to him “and for the record, you’re not that old” you walk away.

Jack stays there a bit stunned, he then grins he liked your feisty, hard headed side.

You’re heading to the waiting room waiting on your friends who stayed there.

One of your girl’s holds you softly “hey, everything okay?”

You give her a small smile. “Been better”.

As you’re heading out to the exit, Jack heads towards you.

“Hey y/n you didn’t give me a chance to give these, extra bandages and some alcohol wipes. Keep the area clean, and lots of ice packs.” He gives you a faint smile.

You grab them from him and give him a subtle smile back, “Thank you Dr.Abbott”.

You don’t even say good bye, you turn around and head out with your friends.

Jack stood there for a second and headed back to work.

The girls can sense some tension and don’t say much until you guys get in the Uber.

Your friend tries to lighten up the mood and say “Who’s the hot doctor?” she winks at you playfully.

You shrug “I don’t know.” and lay your head on the Ubers window. You couldn’t wait to get home, shower off this whole night and go to sleep.

As your friends safely get you home, you’re finally in your bed. You hear a buzz from your phone, a text, but you’re so tired you decided it can wait in the morning.

Ok guys idk where this story is heading, but I decided a pt.3🤔 let me know what you think.

Pt. 2 is more of a rough draft, not sure if I like it.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Episode Thoughts…

First of all, Robert looked great today. The flannel shirt was kind of working for me, not gonna lie. So well done for all that. Haha

Also, his little owl pancakes for Harry? Fucking adorable. Look at him being creative during his trauma induced insomnia. Better for the village if his creativity manifests in pancake design than scheming, not that Mr Shifty won’t be back soon enough.

I appreciate that they used it as a vehicle to show he’s still not sleeping too so that’s good for trauma watch. And how that led into the surrogacy chat with Vic. He only got one very fast far away look when she said the word surrogacy and it wasn’t applied to him and the past anyway so it probably wasn’t anything.

I love how protective he is of Vic though. And of course he goes barging over to Charity’s without talking it all the way through.

I appreciate that they actually let him speak to Sarah for half a second and that Vic was finally referred to as her aunt. No “uncle Robert” though. Haha.

I thought the scene where Vic and Sarah talked was good. In general, I feel like if Cain and Charity were just honest with Sarah like they are in the end and helped her accept she’s probably never having kids of her own instead of coming up with all of these hair brained ideas for surrogacy, she might actually be okay. She’d be sad about it but she’d accept it and move on. But Cain can’t handle a sad kid right now, not when he has a small chance of fixing it. I do feel bad for him. He carries a lot of guilt for everything that happened with Nate.

I like that Chas was throwing out “Aaron and Robert” mentions too. She knows they’re inevitable. She’s just waiting it out. Haha. Well, at least she was back today. Even if I still think it’s weird that there’s been no Robert in the present talk between her and Aaron or her and Robert. But whatever, moving on.

Moving on I guess to whatever the fuck that Robron scene was. Haha. Sigh. I knew not to expect a lot but I thought maybe we’d at least get a reaction shot after Robert said he would “pay John back” which was a nice choice of words by the way. Haha.

I do feel bad for Robert though. Every time he realizes John’s told Aaron another thing about his current traumatic circumstances, his face just falls. It was the same in the shop scene. I wonder if it’s like “oh no another thing that shows what a mess I am” or if it’s a little of “oh another thing that I’m struggling with that you don’t care about”. Yes I know I’m thinking too hard about this but I have to cause they’re giving us nothing. Haha. 🤞fingers crossed for the good stuff that’s coming according to spoiler anon.

At least Aaron looked suitably miserable around John today even if it was about the memorial John is trying to get him not to go to.

As for the rest of the episode…

It still feels very disjointed. I think the surrogacy/Nate strand was okay cause there are more people involved. But the Home Farm and the Cafe stories feel so isolated.

Love that Lewis just has investments. Maybe he can just be everyone’s financial planner. I think he and Nicola could be a fun duo once they sort things out and Nicola gets used to him changing things.

The Joe and Kim stuff is still frustrating as he’ll because there’s absolutely no reason for him not to tell her who Crowley is. And I was really hoping that blueflakies line would end up being a twist where she revealed she knew he was trying to scam her and then they work together. Sigh. Instead it was about fucking Graham. Haha.

I did enjoy her graphic design font critique though.

[slvbum]

HONEY PACK ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING: Rafe Cameron × Bimbo!Reader, piv, smut, honey pack, +18 MDNI. based n this request HERE!

Like every day, Y/N had woken up before Rafe to make breakfast, blending a strawberry smoothie she’d made for Rafe before he left for Cameron Development that morning. With a sly grin, she’d slipped a honey pack into his drink, stirring it in with a giggle, curious to see how he’d react.

She figured it’d be a fun, a little boost for their night.

But Rafe could barely make it through his afternoon, he was a mess at the office. His body felt strange; his skin flushed, his heart racing, and an unrelenting, primal need surging through him, his cock hardening painfully in his slacks. He couldn’t focus on spreadsheets or investor calls, his mind consumed with thoughts of her; her soft curves, her sweet moans, the way her pussy felt around him. After an hour of futile attempts to work, he growled, slamming his laptop shut, and bolted home, needing her more than he’d ever needed anything. He stormed into the penthouse, his tie yanked loose, shirt sleeves rolled up, his eyes wild as he heard her humming from the bedroom. She was in her walk-in wardrobe, bent over a shelf in a flimsy sundress sorting through clothes.

The sight of her ass in the air, the dress riding up to reveal the curve of her thighs, sent a jolt straight to his groin.

“Baby,” he rasped, stalking toward her.

Before she could turn, he cornered her against the wardrobe wall, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his hard cock against her ass through his pants.

“You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me.”

With a rough yank, he ripped the dress down the back, the fabric tearing loudly, exposing her bare skin, her panties a thin lace barrier he shredded with his fingers, leaving her naked.

“Rafey!” she gasped, but he didn’t give her time to protest.

He freed his cock pushing her forward so her hands braced against the shelf, her ass jutting out. He lined up and thrust into her pussy in one brutal stroke, her walls stretching around him, a choked moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his hands squeezing her ass hard, spreading her cheeks wide to watch his cock split her open, her pink pussy lips parting around his shaft as he pulled back and slammed in again. He leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day, princess. Needed this pussy so bad I left the office.”

His thrusts were wild, each one driving her forward, her tits bouncing beneath her, the wardrobe rattling with the force. He spread her ass cheeks further, his thumb brushing her tight hole, getting a perfect view of his cock plunging into her, her pussy clenching around him, her juices coating his length, dripping down her thighs.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did to me,” he growled, his hips snapping harder, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. “But I’m always so fuckin’ crazy for you—can’t get enough. Fucking—witch.”

He gripped her ass tighter, leaving red marks, his cock throbbing inside her, he feel like he could go all night, his stamina was on edge. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as he fucked her from behind, the wardrobe shelves shaking, a few hangers clattering to the floor.

“Rafe—oh God!” she cried, her hands slipping on the shelf, her pussy gushing around him, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into her, his whispers fueling her arousal.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in rough circles, pushing her closer to the edge as he kept whispering, “This pussy’s mine, baby—fuck, look at you takin’ me so good.”

She came hard, her pussy clamping down on his cock, squirting around him as she screamed his name, her body convulsing. He didn’t stop, fucking her through it, his own orgasm building until he came deep inside her, his cum flooding her, spilling out as he kept thrusting. Even as she slumped against the shelf, panting, he stayed hard, the honey pack’s effects keeping him going, ready to take her again right there in the wardrobe.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ©slvbun — written with love.

[myshollow]

siblings...an ASSHOLE, a fratboy, and the nicest mf you'll ever meet. now that I've drawn Don I've drawn every character now lets gooo gamers. some lore about each of them down below

Beatrix - All I've really mentioned about Beatrix is that she's a huge a-hole who bullies the hell out of Benson and is one of the major causes of him being fucked up. She's very extreme, oftentimes not only mentally abusing Benson but physically abusing him, playing it off as "just having fun." And it doesn't help that she's like 6 ft tall and has refrigerator hands, easily being able to overpower Benson. ALTHOUGH Beatrix herself is a victim as well, due to Betty and Benjamin's..horrible parenting and neglect. She was especially impressionable/vulnerable compared to Benson since she's younger by a few years. Betty put an idea in both Beatrix and Benson's minds that they CANNOT be vulnerable and open, or else they'll get nowhere in life. Benson took this as he should take abuse and express anything negative in the form of anger, Beatrix took this as she shouldn't show any negative emotions period, a lot of her internal anger being expressed through her "messing around" (BULLYING.ABUSING). It's pretty messed up all around, although that doesn't exactly excuse Beatrix's behavior, and it takes a LONG TIME for her and Benson to better their relationship. Low-Fives - I've mentioned that LFG is basically a rebellious trouble maker, getting sent to jail like every other week cause he just wants to have funnnnn. You never know when your life will be overrrr. While not being a bully, he comes across as a jerk due to his..fuckboy energy and how he unintentionally puts HFG down a lot of the time. He wants what he thinks is best for him, trying to get him to "get out more" or "live a little," thinking he's a "shut in." Which LFG isn't inherently wrong for thinking that, that is something HFG could improve on, but he comes across as super overbearing, and trying to haul your brother into small CRIMES isn't exactly the best thing to do. Although the reason why LFG comes across as so reckless and overbearing is that he's scared of not living his life to the fullest. This fear comes from how his parents, who he didn't even get to know, got their lives cut off. Sure, the family's immortal age wise, but tragedy can strike anytime, anywhere. Whenever it's his time to go, he wants to leave a legacy he can be proud of. A life that was fulfilling. And of course this leads to a shitty coping mechanism of acting like a reckless loser so he can always feel excitement. Wtf. LFG loves HFG and vice versa, but they're unintentionally hurting each other, and got some STUFF to sort out. Don - He's on the surface very similar to him in the show. He's just a nice, cool, chill guy, you can't help but LOVE him. And while it's at first addressed how having a sibling who's undeniably cool can shatter your self esteem, Don isn't spared from problems on his end. Mostly having the weight of being a gifted golden child just..crush him. Sherm and Barbera clearly aren't..good parents for putting Rigby down like basically all the time, but their constant praise of Don has turned him secretly hella emotionally unstable. He doesn't want to disappoint anyone, and constantly feels the need to put on a happy face and just..solve everyone's problems. This turns him into a hella pushover, hence why he's very tolerant of Rigby and his parents. It also makes him very sensitive to any insults or doubts about his abilities thrown his way. He's just gotta get outta here. Rigby thinks Don's life is perfect, not understanding at first one bit of his internal struggles. There's definitely room for the two to reach more of an understanding of each other despite having a positive enough relationship. And Rigby himself helps Don be okay with not being the best all the time.

[mikkomacko]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that 10 things I hate about you TikTok I sent you. Could we maybe get a blurb for mob!nico and reader along those lines of that comment we both gasped at?!?

-🦆

The way I’m still thinking about to too omg

For anyone wondering this is the TikTok

And the comment was “It took her one time to cry for him to fix it all. That’s a man.”

I have no blurb ideas off the top of my head but I do have chatting points for this

Obviously our main one…the break up…the way Nico thinks reader is out there working and having fun and building a life while he gets the Devs ready for her.

But as soon as he actually sees her again and she’s a mess he goes back. And he’s on the verge of tears himself swearing to Timo that if he knew she’d hurt like that he wouldn’t have done it at all.

One night of drunk tears and he fixed them.

Another big moment…Switzerland of course…after he leaves her in the hospital and thinks he’s protecting her by not letting her help…she’s not so much as crying here, not where he sees it but as soon as she’s tearing up and yelling at him about Philly and how she deserves to show that she’s strong…he caves.

And immediately after he finishes up signing every mob possession and asset he has to her. When he has to make up for making her feel like she’s not good enough, he just gives it all to her. Technically speaking, she’s the boss of the Devs now.

In Vancouver, when she cried and panicked about Alex, and Jack and Luke and even Nico not being taken care of when they were kids…and he’s literally holding her so tight he’s practically squeezing the life out of her and promising her that he’ll help her more, that when she can’t be strong for the boys anymore he’s got her back.

Or the graveyard?! When she turns around and sees him and just bursts into tears and he decides right then and there that he’s going to send the Devs into a territory battle for her. She even admits that she doesn’t know why she’s crying really but it doesn’t matter to him. He saw those tears and that was enough.

Again in Switzerland when they’re bickering in bed and he calls her mean…she starts crying about being nervous and he’s freaking out. He’s like oh my god I need to get food in her or something pronto. And he’s wiping her cheek and telling her he’s sorry.

Their first fight before they’re even dating…she confused on why she can’t stay with him in a dangerous situation and gets her feelings hurt when he says he won’t bring her back to the bar if she doesn’t listen. As soon as he hears from Timo that she kind of sorta cried in the car and that’s why they came to his, Nico is sleeping against the door trying to get to her, wants to fix it as much as possible so he’s waiting her out. And maybe he’s a little cold and mafioso with how he goes about it, but he does explain himself and apologize where he needs to because he never wants to make her cry.

And idk if anyone’s noticed but in almost every single smut scene…if reader gets teary or starts crying…Nico is letting her come. Immediately he gives in. Reader even says it when they’re having sex in front of the fire place. Something like all she has to do is cry his name and sniffle, and he’ll give in. Which is exactly what he does.

There’s so many more moments that’ll be in the prequel and sequel chapters too omg

But for now enjoy all these sweet, wholesome man and boyfriend moments between Nico and reader 🫶

[writingnocturne]

Can I ask for Telink and pigs?

✨️ Muddied Waters | Post Wind Waker

• • •

"...This is what you got all excited about?"

Tetra folded her arms. The whole way back to Outset, Link was practically ready to bounce into the sea out of anticipation— more excited than usual, to put it lightly. He raved on and on about the village's renovations being done by the time they got there...

But in front of her was a muddy, smelly pig-pen.

Link, halfway through climbing onto the fence, shot her a glance. "It's a new pig pen! Do you have any idea how rare it is to get something new around here?"

Tetra sighed, gesturing with her hands. "Look, I get it, but... still. A pig pen." She pointed to one of the pigs. It rolled around in the mud with as blank of a face as one would expect from livestock. "You see that? You're more pumped about this than he is!"

When Link got his feet secured on a lower beam of the fence, he straightened up and let it support him. He crossed his own arms, quite similarly to how she did before. "New pig pen means we won't get dragged into wrangling any lost ones every time we come visit. Besides! I woulda taken you for somebody who liked all this mess."

He smirked. But no sooner than Tetra wanted to slap that smug look off his face, his foot slipped where muddy water clung to the fence.

A gross splash triumphantly decreed his faceplant.

Though Tetra had since learned better than to consider his misfortune her entertainment, there was no stopping the absolute guffaw that immediately erupted from her.

She practically keeled over in laughter, holding her stomach like her life depended on it! When Link sat up again, she finally wiped a tear from her eye. "Whew! Okay, I think we've had enough fun here for one day. Come on, we better get your granny to help clean you up."

Tetra snickered and lifted herself onto the pen. She extended one arm over to help him up, and—

Splat!

Tetra caught herself with her face half an inch over the puddle. The rest of her wasn't so lucky. Her jaw hung agape until the stench became too overwhelming for even that.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that!" She huffed.

"Oh yeah?" Link pulled himself into a stand, his smirk returned. "We're pretty even now if you ask m—" A projectile of gunk smacked him in the face. "Bleh! Come on, my mouth was open!"

Tetra stuck her tongue out at him as she stood up. He flung dirt at her shirt, she tossed some into his hair... and the pigs somehow looked too oblivious to care. They had too good of a life on the little island to be all that threatened by their squabble, so they simply watched as the mud fight spiraled into war.

But really, neither won. Soon, the time the two grew tired— or perhaps just bored— of the little squabble. Almost in unison, they willingly flopped back into the grass just at the edge of the pen.

"So, uh... We're agreeing I won that just now, right?" Link muttered.

"Don't even start that!" Tetra squinted. She was pretty sure she got dirt in her eye. "So... Uh..." A beat. "Do the pigs have, uhm... names?"

"Sure." Link looked between the group in the pen. "That one there is Patricia, that's Penelope, that's Peony..."

Tetra glanced. "They didn't seem bothered by all that at all."

"Yeah, they'd honestly let you throw them."

"Damn!" She blinked. "You really gotta give these pigs a spine!"

"Hey, I mean, they'll squirm and stuff. They're just too... round." He shrugged. "We better not try something like that around the wild pigs, though. Those things are mean if you aren't careful."

"I'll take your word for it, buddy." Tetra didn't exactly want to find out. They were dirty enough as it was. "I'll tell you what— how about we both go get washed up and agree this never happened? Y'know... to spare you the embarrassment from the crew and all."

"Hmm. Just me, huh?" Link closed his eyes in deep thought. "Deal."

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Thank you for the request, Lou!! I love it when these two get to be silly! :D

[artistdove]

Epic Mickey but some of the old concepts were kept. Not sure what to call this? Epic Mickey: Tale of Two Brothers?

Oswald is Wasteland's kind ruler who aims to give whatever he can to himself and his people, and he is willing to do anything it takes. With the help of the Blot and the Mad Doctor, the heart of a certain mouse may be the answer. Mickey finds himself in a world filled with toons from his past and must adventure across this land to get back home. The king here seems kind, but his eyes wreak with hate despite the kindness of his smile. Both brothers mean well in their goals, but how they go about it determines how this story will end.