#watcha doin' today

[kingconia]

Hello I js read ur MC who takes inspriration from the protag of their stories and if you're still taking requests, is it possible to do a part 2 for it?

A/N: You are welcome. I pondered a little about the continuation of this concept, and figured out that Leona & Vil had the most potential for the second part, since I left a cliffhanger in their stories. Others seemed quite cliche or obvious—Riddle has a crush, he can easily deal with, and same goes for Malleus, Azul & Idia. I hope, you don't mind.

The first part can be found here. Obviously, read it first for the context.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR & VIL SCHOENHEIT WITH THE READER, WHO IS INSPIRED BY THE PROTAGONIST OF THEIR STORIES.

Leona Kingscholar. 💛

— Leona is bad at admitting aloud that he made a mistake, but it doesn't necessarily mean he has no realisation of it. He knows, he hurt you. That is obvious;

— He starts paying more attention to you in the school, since he hasn't figured out how to fix your relationship yet. And that is when he notices that... You are actually not as cheerful as he remembered you to be? Most of the time, you sit away from other students of Savanaclaw?

— When he asks Ruggie about that, he shrugs. He tells Leona that you were always like this, and they even call you ”the sombre heir” among themselves, since you are not quite fun to have around. Leona is surprised. You were so different with him...

— In the end, Leona simply decides to speak with you honestly. He has this feeling that you will accept him either way. You always did before. But, oh, seems like he is not on your good side anymore, isn't he?

•

”Oi, kittie, watcha doin'?” Leona plops in front of you, putting his elbows on the table.

He is nervous, he will not lie about. It is the first time he feels such an overcoming anxiety before someone alive, and that is strange. It is just you, after all. Right?

”Dunno,” you answer slowly, putting a slice of meat in your mouth. ”Thinking about my family, who died so yours could take our throne away. You, Leona?”

Well, you definitely are not planning to forgive him so easily.

Leona shifts uncomfortably as he tries to catch your gaze. Without a luck.

”I accept my fault,” he murmurs quietly, hardly audible. ”And if anything, I understand your pain. I, too—”

A sudden laugh from your lips makes him stop in the tracks. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin, you smile suddenly. And when you raise your eyes on him, Leona almost flinches. Because there is nothing kind or gentle in these orbs now. Instead, they are cold. They are cold, and at the same time, they are awfully mad.

”What would you know about it, golden boy?” Your voice shift in a condescending tone as you shake your head slightly. ”Kings like your brother, Leona, they have honour. And princes like you or your little nephew have a bravery and heart. But people like me, Leona, the fallen ones, we only have rage. So, excuse me, but I don't think we are at the same page, kittie.”

You are hissing your last words, hand coming to grab Leona by his chin, tip of claws scratching his skin. He wants to back away, he intends too, but he is suddenly strangely fascinated by you. Intimidated, even.

”If you want to apologise, Leona, then do it properly. With falling on your knees, at least,” your fangs flash in a carnivorous smirk. ”And until then, have your dreams. Sweet or not—we will see in which mood I am going to be today.”

Leona gulps as he watches you leaving, eyes fixated on your back.

Perhaps you ignored his existence until now, willing to forget his rudeness. But now, it seemed, he lost the last pieces of your mercy.

...And he needs to figure out how to have your forgiveness really quick.

Vil Schoenheit. 💜

— Vil is not surprised when headmaster warns him, that someone from his dorm attempts to take away his housewarden title. He already knows who it is, and he is not surprised to see your face, when he enters the main hall;

— He had a bad week already: his hair products worked awfully, your number of followers outnumbered his own, and Neige practically took the role that was his in the very last moment. It is only logical that in the same week you attempt to take his title;

— And, of course, you succeed. The poison you created can be only worth of the Pomefiore housewarden, and no one can deny that. Even Vil. In fact, he always acknowledged your brains and wilt, so of anything, he feels it is fair win;

— What makes him stop frozen, though, is the person you want to see as your vice. Originally, Vil thought that you will take Rook—he is quite aware of his attraction towards you—but then... You chose him? Why? Why would you do that?

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”Well,” Vil says, when the two of your are left in the room alone, and there is no need to act as you were friends anymore. ”What else are you planning to do with me? You are the housewarden—you won. Why making me your vice?”

You turn on your heels to face him, a big and shiny smile plastered on your face as you step closer to him.

”Don't be so mean, Vil-sama. Why do you act as if I hate you? I don't,” you put yours hands on chair handles he is sitting at, invading his personal space gracefully. ”I cannot hate a person, who helped me to understand what my signature spell is.”

Vil furrows, pressing his back to the chair more firmly, not trusting you coming close to him. Yet, it hardly changes anything—the tips of your noses are practically touching.

”I apologise, but I cannot recall such a thing.”

He had never helped you with anything in your life. Now, Vil is ashamed that he didn't.

He remembers your first day in the dorm. How you clinged to his side, with stars shining in your eyes, asking him about this and that. How you attempted to befriend him. How you only originally started to speak with Rook to understand him better.

Vil failed the little student of his.

And the person in front of him didn't want his acceptance now.

”How come?” Your hands are suddenly on his head, fingers wrapped around his favourite diadem, taking it off slowly. ”After all, you were the first beast I spoke with.”

He flinches, and you carefully kiss him on the cheek before putting the diadem on your own hair. It looks nice.

Vil hates that.

”I miss the kid you were,” he murmurs against his best judgement.

You hum.

”Bear the monster you created, instead.”

You left him on the vice position so it could be a remind for his mistake. For his cruelty. For his arrogance. He realises it now. You don't need to do anything special to hurt him, if he does it to himself, working under your command on the daily basis, seeing you shine, when he burns out.

You are beautiful, Vil accepts that. Your revenge is a charming one, too.

”I heard Neige got that role?” You ask suddenly, when he reaches doors, unwilling to turn back. ”Such a shame. Something must happened.”

He grits his teeth.

Vil hates himself for making you like this. Yet, he can't help but feel proud. Whatever he created you as—you would take what is yours, with blood and sweat. He can admire that about you. And deep inside, Vil thinks you do that, too. Deep inside you enjoy it as much as you hate it.

”Yes. Something.”

After all, there is truly nothing Vil can do, but accept his defeat.

The king is dead. Long life to you.

A/N: Based on protagonists or not—they had some darkness in theirselves as well; just as Simba was quite ruthless, when the situation required of it, in many interpretations of the tale, Snow-white learned how to be cruel, too. I think it is enamoring how these said protagonists can be just as their villains, especially if they were growing up around them in one way or another.

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Some little incorrect quotes from the Merlin academy gang.

Because I have a bit of alone time right now UwU

(+Glassheart/CharmingHeart and other ships)

Squad reactions to being called straight:

Red : The fuck, no I'm not.

Hook: Excuse the hell out of you?

Morgie: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Bridget: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Chloe: Rude.

Ella: *punches the person*

(I honestly want Ella or Chloe to punch someone)

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Chloe: What are you up to today?

Red: Nothing.

Chloe: But you did that yesterday!

Red: I wasn’t finished.

(I feel that. Yuh)

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Cinderella: Did you take out Red as I requested?

Chloe: Red has been taken out, yes.

Cinderella: You have my grat-

Chloe: It was a great restaurant.

Chloe: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Chloe: Red proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

(AU were Cinderella and Queen of Hearts are enemies or something and Ella wanted to kill the daughter of the Queen of Hearts for some reason idk lol)

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Hades: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio

(I don't know much about Ohio. But apparently it's hell?)

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Ella: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Charming: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Ella: But you’re always acting stupid?

Charming: ...

Charming: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

(aha 👀 okaaayy)

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Morgie: How do I tell Hook that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined the crème brûlée?

(damn, Morgie. hell yeah! I'm hoping for you)

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Morgie: I want a bf.

Bridget: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

(All of them really. But mostly a boyfriend/Hook)

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Bridget: Watcha doin?

Morgie: Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Bridget: Scandalous.

Bridget: Can I help?

(The cat wasn't treated well. And Best friend? Check ✅)

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Bridget: Awww, why don't you like cats, Ella? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??

Ella: I don't know Bridget, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.

Bridget:

Ella: I'm ALLERGIC.

(Bridget felt really bad for Ella that she can't cuddle with cats. She made it her mission to find some kind of potion/recipe that could make Ella not allergic so she can pat cats safely)

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Morgie: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here.

Hook:

Hook: Morgie, are you alright?

Morgie: *sobs*

(Boyfriend? Check ✅? Also he would definitely make that joke.)

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Hades: How high are you?

Bridget: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet.

Morgie: No, they’re asking what drugs are you on.

Bridget: Oh, antidepressants, why?

(oop. I can see that tho 🫠)

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Bridget: Today at 7 am, Ella poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.

Hook: I watched Ella brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm.

Hades: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

(Says a god. He's literally a god. What the hell.)

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Kind in a rush.

Also not much glassheart

Hope you liked it

Byeee

[btsiu]

jihope dancing to "Watcha Doin' Today?" by 4MINUTE and jin judging on the background 😆

[trueladylove]

nanami x f!reader.

smut, bathroom sex, looking in the mirror, hair pulling, minor breeding (?) little bit of cum denial.

young!nanami knew he should’ve avoided you from the start. you’d only ever go out with a full face of makeup, and wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. even in the jujutsu high uniform, you somehow managed to make it seem… slutty.

“shoko, we have to go shopping with utahime this weekend. i found this cute new store, and you two would love it!” you beamed, eyes sparkling as your hand intertwined with shoko’s, manicured nails shimmering.

“sure.” shoko would smile, taking a puff of her cigarette. “i’ll ask utahime.”

he knew that you were nasty, vile, even. but he couldn’t help the few glances he’d steal from you.

you always rolled your skirt up, eager for attention, young!nanami would tell himself. not to mention the mesh stockings you wore. how shameless!

“hi nanami!” your tone was sweet, and light as you waved to your classmate. he watched as you happily walked over to him, skirt moving along with each step you took.

he didn’t want to acknowledge you, he shouldn’t! but he couldn’t help the polite wave he gave.

“watcha’ doin?” you’d ask, an arm placed on his shoulder as you tugged him closer to you. “are you lonely?” you giggled, manicured nail poking at his cheek.

“im not lonely.” he’d mumble, attempting to get himself out of your grip. did you always smell this good?

young!nanami tried, he really tried to distance himself from you, but that was hard, considering you were one of the only people in his class.

so he guessed it was obvious he’d be sent on a mission with you some day. he’s just mad that it was today.

“woohoo! we’re going togetherr!” you’d sing, a sugary smile on your features as you and young!nanami reached the school where you both would exorcise the curse.

he honestly tried to ignore you, and the way your skirt was even shorter than usual - your lashes curled even further today than others. he tried to tear his eyes away from your glossed lips, but it was really hard.

young!Nanami knew that this was wrong, but all he could focus on was the way you were bouncing around like some slut desperate for attention.

maybe that’s what you were, it wasn’t his place to decide. right?

well, when he finally grew older and returned to jujutsu high as a teacher, he was surprised to see that you were still there.

and still as glamorous as ever.

“nanami! is that you?” he recognised your voice, although you sounded a little more mature this time around.

he turned around, eyes looking down at your smiley face. you were older, a bit more mature- your uniform had changed too. somehow you turned into even more of a slut. how was that even possible?

nanami had to fight the raging boner that was threatening to make itself known.

“hello, l/n.” he greeted politely, noticing the way your face grew brighter at the sound of his voice.

“you sound so different! can’t believe it’s really been that long, huh?”

he knew, ever since he first met you- that he should’ve avoided you. he never should’ve talked to you, but here you both were.

nanami was plowing into you from behind, your body folded over the bathroom counter with your manicured fingers gripping onto whatever you could hold. his large hand was planted in your roots, forcing your face up to look at your crumbling form in the mirror.

it was disgusting, really. you had fat tears spilling out of your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks and mixing with the spit and drool that hung out of your opened mouth. lipstick was smeared over your lips and cheeks, and stray hairs clung to your sweaty forehead and wet cheeks.

each thrust emitted a wet, lewd sound, mixed with your loud and erotic moans. nanami knew that with the way you were moaning like a literal pornstar, the two of you would get caught- and he’s not looking to be expelled from jujutsu high when he just came back. his large, veiny hand left your clit and reached up to your mouth, and he leaned over to your ear.

“shut up.” his hot breath fanned over your ear, as he sped up his thrusts- feeling himself get closer.

soon, he emptied ropes of creamy and thick cum into your sore pussy, grunting as he fucked them back into you. maybe if you’re filled to the brim with his seed you’d be less of a slut.

he almost moaned out loud when he saw your face through the mirror, your eyes were almost rolled to the back of your head, and even more drool was falling from the corner of your mouth.

just as you were about to come, he pulled out- claiming “a slut like you should know that she doesn’t deserve to cum.”

he’s just a big meanie!

[nolita-fairytale]

a little carmy blurb inspired by the eleven madison park granola recipe

a/n: a friend of mine put me on to the EMP granola... and now i can't stop thinking about carmy. assuming the nyc restaurant carmy worked for s supposed to be eleven madison park, i wrote a little blurb his relationship to said granola recipe and my pastry chef!reader. have i told you how much i love writing from carmy's POV?!

takes place in the 'make my heart surrender' world after sugar's had baby michael and a few months after you and carmy have gotten married. food is love. that's all.

the familiar scent of caramelized brown sugar and toasted coconut waft through the home he's made with you--a smell that catches him off guard, considering it's been years since he's experienced it.

ever since you retired from the restaurant life, carmy's noticed how much joy cooking at home brings you. and he can't complain. while you no longer work at the bear, it's been nice for him to come home to a warm meal after a long shift. he's suddenly found himself on the receiving end of long culinary projects, done over the span of the weekend, where he hasn't had to lift a finger. but as you stand in the kitchen, a kitchen towel folded over the lip of the half sheet pan you're pulling out of the oven, it reminds him of old times and even older versions of himself.

"hey you," you say, as you hear the cease of his footsteps.

you rest the sheet pan against the coils of your stovetop before turning to look at him, kitchen towel in hand. you search carmy's perplexed expression, watching as he chooses the words that follow.

"wh-, watcha' doin'?" he stammers out.

"oh! i'm workin' on a care package for sugar. and i heard syd's out sick too so i think i'm gonna pack up some of this granola for her too," you answer simply.

"you okay, bear?" you ask him, the concern evident in your voice.

"i uh-. yeah. i just-," carmy begins, letting out a heavy exhale. "jus' haven't thought about it. you know... the granola. our old spot. in a while."

right.

you sigh.

"should i have said something?" you ask, as it dawns on you that the old recipe may not bring back the best memories for carmy. "it's just that i made some a few weeks ago... at sugar's. and she begged me to make more. i mean, her and pete are totally hooked on it but.... i know that that wasn't a great time for you. i should've thought about that."

"no!" carmy protests. he doesn't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him, and he finds himself falling a little more in love with you as he wraps his head around just how much you love his sister too. "no. it's okay. i just. 's been a while." he chuckles, this time as an exhale of relief. "caught me off guard. is all."

you nod slowly in understanding, as carmy takes a few steps toward you.

"i don't know what it was about a few weeks ago that made me think about it. haven't made it in a while, carm," you say back with a small chuckle. it had been your job--to make the restaurant's signature granola that was gifted to diners at the end of their meal--for the first three months of your time at EMP. "feels like a lifetime ago. but uh... well shit. it's just as good as i remember it."

"oh yeah?" he asks you, curiously, his tone much lighter this time.

"mhm," you hum in response.

it's a strange feeling, returning to old things as the man he is today: a man who's found home again, changed by his restaurant, by his people, by loving and being loved by you. he picks up a few pieces of the still-warm granola, as you eye him carefully, before popping them into his mouth. the flavors hit his tongue, his palette dissecting each familiar note. he half expects to be flooded with memories of his darkest days, but instead it reminds him of you.

it makes him think of the morning of your first shift, watching you as you funneled the granola into the restaurant's signature glass jars. he knew his lingering gaze had made you feel like you were under a microscope, but he hadn't seemed to be able to stop his wandering eyes. he thinks of the way you'd notice that he hadn't eaten all day long, slipping him a jar of the granola right before dinner service started, without a word. a small smile spreads across his lips as carmy recalls the time you made it in the pandemic: playing around with different nuts, dried fruits, adding miso, sharing your latest creation with him after each volunteer shift with world central kitchen.

he's not sure how to say it--that this granola reminds him of you, and your love for him, not the restaurant. he wants to shout it from the top of your apartment building, proclaim his love for you in the form of a shakespearean sonnet, but instead he just says this:

"maybe you can make some more of this. for us?"

"you sure?" you hesitate.

a beat.

"yeah babe. i'm sure."

[libbys-braincell-loss]

i became inspired so heres a silly oneshot smg34 fic that also includes mario and meggy

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This fic includes:

snowtrapped reference. Sorry yall </3

shitty grammar whenever mario speaks

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SMG43 crush frustrations, a 2 1/2 part oneshot

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Segment 1: SMG4 and Mario

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SMG4 sits at his desk, making videos, as per usual. Working hard to appease the hell that is the YouTube algorithm, all that good stuff.

SMG4 is just focused on working on making a decent video, trying his hardest to work in peace.

Suddenly, the door breaks down for the 17th time this week (it's tuesday), and SMG4's idiot best friend Mario bursts in to disturb said peace.

"ES EM GEE FOUR" he yells, startling his friend.

SMG4 sighs. "Hey, Mario, what do you need?"

"I just wanted to see what you were doing :))" Mario replies.

"I'm just making videos, that's all," SMG4 says, attempting to regain focus on making the video. "I gotta finish as much as I can before I have to hang out with SMG3 later today"

"Ooooo, watcha gonna be doin?"

"3's just gonna be streaming the two of us messing around on Gmod. I think he wants to play prop hunt?"

"Mario played that one time with him. He's too good at it," Mario recalls.

"Heh, as if. He only won cuz he was against you," SMG4 exclaims. "He won't stand a chance going against me."

Mario peeks over the chair and observes SMG4 making his video.

"Can Mario help???" Mario asks.

"Hahaha, no," said SMG4. "You don't know shit about editing."

"Lol ur right, im just bored af and wanted to do something" Mario says, eyes crossing. "What video you makin"

"I'm remastering an old video called 'Charming Peach'; people seem to like when I make remasters of old videos," SMG4 responds.

"Oooooooooo" says Mario. "Can I suggest a video idea?"

"Y'know what, sure. Go ahead."

"Snowtrapped remaster :))))"

SMG4's eyes widen. He turns and looks at Mario in the crossed eyes and humongous mustache.

"Hell no!"

"Hell yeah :)"

"Why would you suggest that?! I'm not doing that!"

"Why not?"

SMG4 blinks. "Why do you think?"

Mario shrugs. "Because it's too cold?"

SMG4 face palms. "I forgot; you don't think."

"Awww :(" Mario frowns. "Thats mean :(("

"Dude, SMG3 and I literally have sex in that episode."

"And?"

SMG4 blinks.

Mario blinks in return.

"AND WE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN REMAKE THAT? What do you want me to say?" SMG4 exclaims.

"You didn't enjoy it?" Mario asks.

SMG4's face turns bright red. "MARIO!! Why the hell would you ask that?!"

Mario blinks. He grins. "You're avoiding the question"

"I'm not answering the question. I'm not remaking Snowtrapped, period. SMG3 and I could never relive those events again."

Mario blinks one eye after the other, like a frog.

"Do you like him?" Mario asks out of the blue.

"Huh??" SMG4 says, red creeping on his face.

"Do you like SMG3?" Mario asks.

"I mean, yeah... as a... friend, of course."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Mario's eyes narrow, and his head widens as he stares directly into SMG4's soul. "Mario doesn't buy it."

"What? What do you mean?!"

"I think you are gay :)"

"No. Also can you stop talking in emoticons?" SMG4 sighs.

"Come on!! I'm pretty sure you like him in a gay way"

"Why do you have to say it like that?"

"huh"

"...Nevermind. No, I don't like him like that." SMG4 chuckles, like he's trying to gaslight himself into believing the words he says. "Why would I? He berates me every day, I can't stand him sometimes... Why would I be in love with someone who constantly tries to do some bullshit to piss me off?"

"But when you do get along, what then?"

SMG4 opens his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I just... I..."

Mario smiles really wide. "Youuuu liiikkkeee himmmm!"

"Mario, quit it!"

"Youuu dooooo :)"

"MARIO!"

"Youuuu likeee yourr rivaaaaalll :)))))"

SMG4 sighs, tired of trying to convince Mario otherwise. "Fine, you caught me. Yes, I may or may not have developed a crush on SMG3..."

Mario gasps with the utmost glee in his eyes.

"I KNEW IT!"

"Yeah, but you BETTER NOT TELL A SOUL!!" SMG4 puts a firm hand on Mario's shoulder and points at him aggressively.

Mario frowns. "you're no fun"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don't want word to spread and for SMG3 to find out. Then he will really hate me, and not in the joking way he usually does."

"You think he hates you?" Mario tilts his head

"...Not really, but..."

"Then tell him!" Mario says.

"Haha, hell no. He is my rival, and even though we're able to... tolerate... each other for enough time, but SMG3 is very keen to remind me that we are 'rivals', and refuses to admit that we are friends, no matter how much we get close to admitting we are friends."

SMG4 looks down. "I do really like him, I just... I have no way of knowing if he does like me at all, and if he is being serious when he shit talks me. Maybe he thinks and talks about how stupid I am when I'm not hanging out with him. He probably hates me, with how much he berates me. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Mario blinks. "You are dumping all this info on someone who has zero advice for you" he says.

SMG4 smiles sadly. "My bad. I just... it's been eating me up inside, I just wanted to vent about it."

"Its ok :) mario can try to give advice if you want!" Mario says.

SMG4 sighs. "Go ahead."

"Mario thinks that if SMG3 hated you so much, he wouldn't go out of his way to be around you"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"He frequently shows up to hang out with you, he saves you, he talks about you a lot..."

"Wait, he does?"

"Yeah! I was waiting to get a bomb at his coffee shop and he was in a corner writing in his journal again, and he was saying everything he was writing out loud; he was saying 'I'm excited to hang out with smg4 tomorrow, we gonna play some gmod together and im totally gonna beat his ass at prop hunt, hes gonna be so mad itll be so funny, seeing his face so angry is so entertaining-' and then he stopped writing cuz he saw me waiting for my bomb order and he shoo'd me out of there and i didn't get my bomb"

SMG4 blushes. "Huh. So, he does shit talk me outside of my earshot, but in a positive way..." He smiles ear to ear. "Mario, honestly, I cannot believe I'm saying this, but your advice actually helped. I think my intrusive thoughts were just trying to lie to me. I needed to hear that."

"Yay! Mario's glad he could help :)" Mario says, smiling. "This is my character development! I am therapist :)"

SMG4 chuckles. "Mario, I would not trust you as a therapist 100% of the time."

Mario smirks. "But you can trust SMG3 as your therapist-"

SMG4 punches Mario's arm "Shush. This stays between us, okay?"

"yeah B) i gotchu"

"Thanks, man."

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Segment 2: SMG3 and Meggy

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Meggy steps into SMG3's coffee shop, 3's Coffee and Bombs. The cafe was very empty, there was little to no people there.

"Hello? SMG3?" she calls out.

SMG3 pops out from the kitchen.

"Ah, Meggy! Welcome to 3's Coffee and Bomb's!" SMG3 exclaims with a grand flourish. "How may I serve you?"

"Hey dude, I came here two days ago," Meggy says, deadpan. "You don't need to make a grand spectacle everytime I show up."

"Yeah, yeah. What'll it be? Coffee or bombs?"

"I'd like some coffee today. I think I'm gonna go for some black coffee today."

"Daring today, aren't we?" SMG3 says, in a sarcastic tone.

"Look, I'm trying to expand my horizons. Try new things. Every time I drink coffee, it's sweet as hell. I'mma take something bitter for once."

"If you say so," SMG3 says.

SMG3 makes Meggy her coffee and Meggy gives him his money. SMG3's watch beeps.

"Oh! Looks like it's break time!" he says.

"Nice! Care to join me?" Meggy suggests.

"Sure, why not," SMG3 says, shrugging. He makes himself some coffee of his own and sits at a table across from Meggy.

"I heard you have plans on doing a stream collab with SMG4 today," Meggy comments. "You guys are playing Gmod, right?"

"Yeah!" SMG3 sips his coffee. "I'm gonna kick his ass in prop hunt. He will be so pissed."

"Haha, I see," Meggy says, taking a sip of her coffee. She spits it back into the cup.

"Rude," SMG3 frowns.

"It's not that you're bad at making coffee, it's that black coffee isn't the right coffee for me," Meggy responds, also frowninh. "Don't take so much offense to everything."

"Welp." SMG3 leans back in his chair. "I'm excited. I can't wait to absolutely destroy his ass in games I'm goated at."

"Aren't you just happy you get to hang out with 4?" Meggy remarks.

"...Hanging out with him to make him look like a loser on stream, yes!" SMG3 responds.

Meggy smirks. "I think you do enjoy his company."

SMG3 studies a speck on the ceiling. "Says who?"

"Says me. I know you like him."

SMG3's face immediately turns bright red.

"NUH UH!" SMG3 exclaims. "He's stupid and a moron and a loser! W-why would I be attracted to a- a loser like him?!"

Meggy looks him dead in the eye. "I was gonna say opposites attract, but you guys are both oblivious AND obvious dumbasses, so you guys have more in common than you like to admit."

SMG3 looks away. "I don't like him. He probably hates me, with how much I berate him. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Meggy smiles.

"3, I think 4 is just as in love with you as you are with him."

"What makes you think I like him?" quizzes SMG3.

"Oh, you constantly talk about how excited you are to do anything with him, you pout when he's not around, and you're usually the first person to try to instigate helping him as soon as he's in trouble," Meggy recounts.

SMG3 blushes. "We're Meme Guardians; if one of us isn't around, our powers are very minimal. I'm just looking out for him because I don't know what happens to one Meme Guardian the moment his counterpart is dead, and I don't want to find out."

"Awww, you care about him!" Meggy smiles.

"Just talk to him, dumbass," Meggy said. "He usually functions better once people communicate their issues with him. If you ask if you take things too far, and if he feels hurt by your words, talking it out is the right thing."

"Shush. So what if I do? He would never like me back. He probably can't stand me. I berate and belittle him too much. I know, I know, it's bad, but... I don't know how to communicate appreciation to people I care about. Teasing is all I know, but I never know if I've pushed it's limit-"

"But that's so difficult! I'm no good at communication!" SMG3 complains.

"You're a therapist! This is the type of advice you give your patients!" Meggy responds.

"I'm a hypocrite!" SMG3 wails.

"Look, just talk to him at some point. Maybe after the stream is over, just take some time out of your day to figure out how SMG4 feels about your constant teasing, then go from there."

"Yeah. Y'know what, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Meggy."

"No problem! And, while you're at it, you should totally go for it!" Meggy exclaims, beaming.

"Meggy..." SMG3 sighs.

"I know you like him, you can't keep hiding."

SMG3 groans even louder.

"Yes, but you tell no one, okay?" SMG3 orders.

"Of course," Meggy says, smiling.

---

SMG4 and SMG3 are up in SMG4's office, playing and streaming Gmod shenanigans. Mario is sitting on the couch in the gaming room, watching TV. Meggy comes in and joins Mario on the couch.

"SMG4 and SMG3 can't be any more obvious, can they?" she remarks.

"they gay as hell," Mario agrees.

"3 confirmed he does like 4," Meggy says.

Mario laughs maliciously.

"What?" asks Meggy.

"mario also got SMG4 to confirm he likes 3 >:)," Mario says.

"Ha," Meggy says, "Cool. Do you think they'll ever actually get together?"

"hmmmmmm, Maybe!" Mario answers. "But if they don't, it's incredibly funny to watch their gay struggling, so we can keep watching it for a while"

"I like your thinking, Red," Meggy smirks. "Let's just let them be for the time being."

[sleepyhead0720]

One shot for a jealous fem!s/o of Zoro, maybe he’s being really close to someone and she just like clings onto him like a cat and glares at the person silently

Sure! I hope you enjoy and have a great day<3

Masterlist

Jealous? Me?

You huffed as you leaned against the table

Zoro was talking to the female bartender, which she was obviously flirting with him

In any normal situation he’d immediately tell her to back of and how he had a girlfriend but this time he was a little tipsy and he kinda wanted some free drinks so he just kinda went along with it

“Jealous?”

“Jealous? Me?”

Nami chuckled as you tried to deny it

Though it was obvious considering you couldn’t stop glaring their direction

“If you really don’t like you should go tell her yourself,”

You thought for a moment

That actually wasn’t a bad idea

You got up and started to walk over them

“Hey babe! Watcha doin’?

You said casually sitting next to him and leaning against his shoulder

The bartender seemed to be taken back by your actions

You smirked slightly

“Nothing much, you want a drink?”

“Sure! Can I have the same one your drinking?”

You pointed at the glass as you looked at the bartender with an innocent look

“Uhm, sorry but that was the last one.”

She turned to Zoro and continued the conversation she had with him

You were starting to get annoyed on how she didn’t back off

You started to get up to which the bartender smirked thinking you were going to leave

But then you sat straight on zoros lap which caused him to immediately wrap his arms around you

He wasn’t really into pda but he was already a little drunk so this behavior didn’t really surprise you, even though he was drunk he still couldn’t get the blush on his face to go away

You leaned against his chest as you silently glared at the bartender who was still trying to flirt with Zoro

He leaned towards your ear to whisper something to you,

“Whats up with you today? Don’t tell me your that jealous of her…”

You hummed softly and placed to ur head on his neck

He chuckled

“Sorry miss but it looks like I have to go now”

She nodded and began to clean up the area a little too aggressively which caused a small giggle to escape you

Zoro tapped you lightly

“Cmon, let’s’ go”

You got off of his lap as the both of you started walking towards the exit

“Oi luffy! We’re going to the ship early”

Luffy, who was too busy eating only nodded to Zoro

You turned towards the bartender as you leaned slightly against Zoro

She seemed to scoff as she began cleaning the area

You smiled

“Did you really have to do that?”

“If you kept acting like that you know I would eventually”

He smirked as the two of you climbed up to the merry

“You idiot”

“But im YOUR idiot”

“And it’ll stay that way”

|———————————————————————|

[syringesyrup]

Swiss tummy worship 🙏🫶 -🌧️

i’m a weak, WEAK man…

nsfw below cut

“Watcha doin’ down there?” Swiss chides, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as Dew rubs his face against Swiss’ shirt. Dew only chirps in response, purring as he blinks slowly before he pushes his face back down again and rubs his scent all over Swiss. Each time he gets like this, Swiss can’t help but imagine his mate as a little black cat rubbing its cheek against a table leg to mark the furniture as its own.

“Oookay.” Swiss says, returning his attention to the screen as he absentmindedly places a hand on Dew’s head and rubs soothing circles into his scalp. Dew preens at it, pushing his head up into Swiss’ palm to chase it. The corner of Dew’s mouth bubbles with drool as a heavy purr echoes from him. His eyes slip shut as Swiss pets his head, scratching carefully into his scalp and around his small ivory horns.

Swiss makes a clicking sound at him, much like one would make at a cat, and Dew’s mismatch eyes peek open ever so slightly. His black pupil is huge in his undamaged eye, black drowning out the firey red. His damaged eye, the blue one with a milky white center, sits still. Swiss is sure it would look just the same as the red one if his eye could react.

“Cuddly today.” Swiss observes before Dew lowers his head again and presses his nose into Swiss’ stomach. He struggles as he pushes Swiss’ shirt up, exposing the pudge of his tummy that’s painted with curly hair, some scars, and freckles that are all just a background landscape to frame the ink that reads Dew’s name. Dew begins to lick gently at his skin through purrs, grooming the multi ghoul with a split and pierced tongue.

Swiss doesn’t really mind. He continues to pet Dew’s head, turning back to his phone as the fire ghoul licks at him. After a minute, Dew paws at his phone and knocks it from Swiss’ hand. The multi ghoul blinks down at him, stifling a laugh as he watches Dew squint at him. Clearly, he isn’t paying enough attention to the pissy little ghoul.

“What?” Swiss asks, because what else is there to say. Dew flicks his ears at him, lowers his head, and glares at Swiss as he nips gently on his tummy. Swiss sighs, adjusting his legs open more to allow Dew to properly settle in between them.

Swiss squints at him, offering a slow blink as he picks his phone back up again. He doesn’t even have time to unlock it before Dew is head butting into his stomach and making a frustrated little chirp. Swiss startles at it, looking down at Dew again as the fire ghoul presses the nubs of his horns into Swiss. He shakes his head as he pulls back, squinting at Swiss again with a frustrated sigh through his nose.

Swiss sets his phone down.

“Why so fussy?” He asks, reaching forward to pull his shirt back down. Dew bats his hand away, leaning back down again to press his face into Swiss’ warm skin. He begins to kiss and nip at him there, making satisfied little noises as he leaves boiling kisses and hickeys on Swiss’ tummy.

“You little fire ghouls are so strange.” Swiss sniffs. “So clingy.”

“Warm.” Dew finally says. “Smells nice.”

Swiss swallows. “Yeah?”

Dew grabs at the pudge of his stomach, squeezing it together to create a pillow that Dew is very clearly more than happy to bury his face into. His tail beats happily against the mattress, his purrs getting louder and louder with each breath he takes.

“Gotta work that off.” Swiss sighs, referring to his growing tummy. It makes Dew stare up at him, a slight fury in his eyes as he squishes Swiss’ skin together again.

“Don’t.” Dew says.

“C’mon.” Swiss laughs. “Need my eight pack back.” He says, like he ever had one.

“Don’t.” Dew repeats. “Not ever.”

Swiss flicks an ear at him. “Why?”

Dew flushes. He lowers his head again, his ears drooping as he looks away. Swiss knows this game. He grabs Dew gently by the chin and lifts his head back up, slightly forcing some eye contact between them.

Dew huffs. “Please?”

“Okay.” Swiss raises a brow. “Do you wanna tell me why?”

Dew makes a frustrated little chirp and rolls his hips back, propping himself up on his knees between Swiss’ legs. He rests his cheek against Swiss’ stomach and rubs his face there again, purring against him. He reaches up to push Swiss’ shirt further up, exposing his chest. Swiss takes the hint.

He fishes his shirt off and almost bursts into laughter at the way Dew’s eyes sparkle. Dew grabs at his chest, squeezing it before he buries his face back into his pillow of choice.

“Warm.” Dew says, muffled by Swiss’ tummy.

“Yeah, I got that.” Swiss hums. “What else?”

“Hot.” Dew says, his voice slightly strained.

“Warm or hot?” Swiss raises his brow again.

“You know what I mean.” Dew tries to glare at him, but his beat red face betrays him.

“Right.” Swiss hums. He places his hand back on Dew’s head, scratching his scalp carefully. “What about it?”

“Nice to lay on.” Dew continues. “Makes you…” He swallows. “Bigger.”

“Bigger?” Swiss asks, not quite following.

“Not like that.” Dew snorts a plume of smoke. “Just…wider. I like the way it feels when you hold me.”

“I see.” Swiss nods. “You’ve got this all listed out?”

“Maybe.” Dew pouts. “And then there’s…” He trails off, looking away.

“Dewww.” Swiss sing songs, grinning at him. “What?”

Swiss runs a hand down his face, cupping his jaw again and lifting his face. Dew hesitates before he looks into Swiss’ eager eyes. His stupid big brown eyes that swallow Dew whole every single time without fail. Dew wouldn’t call them puppy eyes, but that’s exactly what they are.

“I like when it-the way it-when you-“ Dew stammers, his ears shaking as he lowers his head in shame. Swiss sighs, rubbing his thumb against the fire ghoul’s bottom lip. Dew tilts his head at him, resting the weight into Swiss’ palm like his neck can’t support it anymore.

“You got it, sweetheart.” Swiss coos. “Tell me what you like.”

Dew breathes. Slow and steady, he raises himself up to sit on Swiss’ lap. Swiss stares up at him, placing his hands on Dew’s hips as he adjusts. Dew leans down closer, pressing his face into Swiss’ neck and breathing him in. His breath is hot against Swiss’ neck, making him shiver despite the warmth.

He tilts his head up ever so slightly, breathing smoke into Swiss’ ear.

“I love the way it folds over my ass when you fuck me from behind.” Dew whispers.

Swiss doesn’t mean to whine, but he does. His grip tightens on Dew’s hips as he hangs his head back, sucking at his bottom lip between his fangs. Dew blinks down at him, still beat red in the face but glowing as he watches Swiss’ walls break down.

“Love the way it looks…” Dew hisses as he begins to slide down Swiss’ body like a snake again. “When you let me taste you.”

Swiss throws his arm over his eyes, drawing his lips in a line as Dew hooks a claw under his pants and his boxers. He doesn’t even remember getting hard, but he most definitely is.

“The way it shakes when you laugh.” Dew continues, peppering kisses down his chest. “When you can’t breathe.”

“Dew.” Swiss begs, grabbing the smaller ghouls arms to steady himself. “Stop it.”

“When your stupid vest rides up and I can see it during a ritual.” Dew has his hand around him now, stroking him in earnest. He’s breathing over Swiss, just above the leaking head of his cock. “Turns me on so fucking bad.” Dew growls.

Swiss almost wails when Dew snakes his tongue out and squeezes it around him. He grabs at Dew’s hair, forcing him down. He peeks his eyes open and if he was a stronger man, he wouldn’t break so hard when he saw the look on Dew’s face.

Dew, who is smiling with his eyes as Swiss pushes him all the way down to the base of his cock, hums around him as his tongue squeezes harshly around Swiss. His nose is pressed to Swiss’ stomach, and he hears glass shatter inside of his brain when he realizes that it only gets Dew off more.

Dew pops off of him for a moment and groans. “Love the way it shakes when you cum.” Dew breathes, licking his own saliva off of Swiss and moving up to lick at his tummy. “When I make you cum.” He adds on.

“Here, I’ll show you.” Dew smiles, full of bright white fangs and malice. He swallows Swiss whole so easily, taking him in one gulp and hallowing his cheeks around him with a tight squeeze of his tongue.

The worst part?

He’s still smiling during it all.

What the fuck is Swiss supposed to do? Not cum immediately? Not force Dew’s head down by his hair and cum so hard down his throat that Swiss forgets his own name for a second?

He knows he makes an embarrassing noise too. He knows it’s high and needy and Dew’s name. He squints down at the little ghoul as he cums, watching the way his stomach flexes as he shoots down Dew’s throat. Dew grabs at his stomach, tears bubbling in his eyes as he feels Swiss cum.

“Wha-what the fuck, Dew?” Swiss pants as he comes down from it, wiping drool from his own mouth. “Fuck.”

Dew pops off of him, licking his lips. He blinks slowly at Swiss, a purr rising in his throat. He stares at Dew as he licks his fingers, patting his hip.

A grin breaks out on his face. “What was that thing you said about when I fuck you from behind?”

Dew’s eyes widen.

[showstopper35]

Sweet Ache - Rodrift Angst

If it was possible to miss someone while constantly being around them, Rodimus didn't know. Every time Drift met his eyes, a wave of pain splashed into his chest. It wasn't like the slight burn of the Matrix. No, that was pleasant. That made him feel like he was finally enough. This ache was different. Addicting in a sick kind of way, like if he let it simmer it would make him sick with a sweet poison.

The problem was that Rodimus didn't know how to say sorry. He had, of course, but it could never be enough. He had hurt his favorite person. Sent him away like any misbehaving soldier. And oh, of course, Drift had smiled at him, his way of saying he had been forgiven. Rodimus knew better. He knew that it had destroyed Drift, from the way he spoke softer, the way he had gotten repainted, the way he came back with his hand in Ratchet's...

The way he seemed to barely stand being in the same room as Rodimus anymore.

"Hey, Roddy." Drift said, walking onto the bridge. Rodimus's thoughts washed away with that familiar ache.

"Hey."

Drift surprised him by coming up to where he was sitting, putting his head onto Rodimus's shoulder. He tensed, but he allowed it. The ache was worse, but he was desperate for any semblance of their old normalcy.

"Watcha doin?" Drift asks, even though he can clearly see that all Rodimus is doing is doodling while being lost in thought.

"Just drawing," he mutters, showing Drift his doodles of stars and planets.

"Pretty." Drift comments then kisses his neck softly. Rodimus freezes the ache in his chest more of a roar now.

"Don't," he says quietly.

Drift pulls away. "Why not?"

"I'm no good for you, and I think you know that. Besides, you've got whatever you're doing with Ratchet now."

Drift remains quiet for a moment. "I just want to make you happy," he whispers.

Rodimus turns to look at him, to really look at him. "That's the problem. You'll do anything for me, and so I hurt you. I hurt you so much and I can't forgive myself for it, and I know you really don't forgive me." His voice was shaking a bit, his eyes leaving Drift's face every other second.

Drift nods softly. "You did. Ratchet...Ratchet says our relationship wasn't...the most healthy."

Rodimus isn't surprised to hear that, but he still feels a tiny pang of hurt in his spark at the words.

"No. It wasn't. I had-have too much influence over you. " Rodimus stands up, trying to push down the wave of nausea swirling around in his chest.

"But you miss me," Drift says softly.

Rodimus stills, torn between admitting it and telling him to frag off. He feels so, so sick, but he nods anyway, his eyes on the ground.

"Of course I miss you," he whispers. "But we can't do this again. I can't hurt you again."

Drift looks at him for a moment, then reaches out and softly cups his cheek before kissing him. Rodimus doesn't return it, no matter how much he wants to.

Drift steps back after noticing Rodimus's stillness, nodding. "Okay. We're still friends though, right? I can't leave you to suffer with Magnus and Megatron, can I?"

Rodimus laughs softly, choking down the sweet nausea. "Yeah. We're still friends.

The loudspeaker asks Rodimus to come to Magnus's office, and he starts for it. He gives Drift one more soft look before leaving. Maybe the ache will go away, but not today. Not when he can still feel the warmth from his lips.

[stardustloserdoll]

Hihi! Hope Ur doin well :)

I have a little bit of a picky-ish request? If ur not comfy writing it that’s cool!

can I get a Johnnie gulibert x male reader story where Reader is one year self harm clean and Johnnie and him celebrate by just doin smth small like buying a cupcake? offically one year free of self harm today so-

again no pressure!!! Love u!

HII i hope ur doing well too!! congratulations :)🫶🫶

confetti cupcake

male reader

"hey johnnie." i smiled closing the door behind me, taking a seat down next to him on the steps. “hey, what’s up.” johnnie smiled looking up at me, his arms resting on the steps. “watcha up to.” i asked, he shook his head ���nothing, just watching the sunset. i nodded my head looking down at my shoes.

“um, johnnie. can i tell you something.” he nodded his head looking at me. “im one year clean.” johnnies eyes widened, a big smile forming on his face. “thats awesome y/n! im so proud of you!” johnnie leaned up giving me a tight hug kissing my cheek. “okay okay, you’re gonna suffocate me.” i laughed wrapping my arms around him. “you know what, we’re getting you a celebration cupcake.”

we sat down at a small table, taking the cupcakes out of the small box. i took my cupcake waiting for johnnie to get his. “confetti cupcakes?” i laughed licking the frosting off the wrapper. “why not! this is a celebration!” he laughed waving the cupcake. “im so proud of you y/n.” johnnie smiled leaning over to kiss me. “i love you.” “thank you johnnie. love you too.”

[smutracha]

Vellichor XIII

rewind <3 fast forward

tw: mafia, smut

Friday – Changbin

“Hey bubba, watcha doin?” Changbin walks into the surveillance room you and Innie are sat in, as the two of you yell at the main screen. “Hi Binnie, we’re playin viddy games.”, you say as he comes to stand behind you. “It sounded like you guys were trying to kill each other in here.”

“Ah hyung, I could never hurt a hair on y/n’s pretty little head. I despise the thought.” “Yeah well, I’m taking her from you anyway, we gotta go train.” “Noooooooo, why? How about you train and I wipe you down and give you water and kisses?”

“Princess… no, please don’t pout. Baby you know I gotta be strict about this.” “But m getting good, can’t I just have today off?” “Fine but only cause m gonna make your body hurt later anyway, but you’re still coming with me.” A chuckle escapes you just as Jeongin’s eyes widen. “Hah hyung-“ “Don’t be gross Jeongin, oh god not you too Y/N.” “You said it Binnie.”

“I don’t see how this is improving your workout but sure.” You say as youre perched on Changbins lap whle he fnishes up a set of bench presses. “I told you baby, motivation. Plus, I gotta teach you to spot me somehow.” “Only motivation I see here is the way your cock is pressing up against me.” “Exactly, gotta know what my reward is, don’t I?” “Icky boy.” He lets out a huff and groan while he sets down the bar. “Princess, you love it. There we go, all done.” He sits up and plants a quick kiss on your nose before he chases you up.

After he sets everything back in place he leads you back to his personal bedroom. The subtle smell of weed welcomes you as he grabs a towel before walking into the attached bathroom. Meanwhile you stay standing next to his bed trying to figure out where the source of the smell is. “Comin’ princess?” “Uh yeah it just smells like weed in here.” “Probably the weed.” “You smoke weed?” You say in shock, you didn’t mean for it to sound that way, just never thought of Changbin as the type to smoke. Never thought of any of these guys that way. “Yip, wanna smoke up before we go eat?” “I dunno, I’ve never tried that. I only smoked cigs.” “Aw you innocent little thing, it’s a plan then.” He’s stripped down and pulling you into the bathroom after him. “You’re gonna love it, gonna get you all soft and bubbly, so good and needy for me. God, m gonna fuck you so good, the boys won’t have a chance in hell when m done with you.” During his hushed yearning he manages to strip you naked and get the shower started before he lifts you with such incredible ease and places you in the shower. “M gonna corrupt you, princess. Maybe I should start now, what’ya say?” His gaze is predatory as he backs you against the wall of the steamy chamber. All you can manage is a soft nod as his eyes consume your naked figure now trapped against his own musculature. You were quite literally trapped between a rock and a hard place.

He picks you up abruptly, without a thought you go to wrap yourself around him and slowly he drops you lower and without warning plunges his rock-hard cock into you. “Stay still for me princess.” And then you feel it, a warmth flowing into you and it has you mewling for him your eyes rolling back as your nipples rub against his pecs and the sensation of him pissing in your cunt overcomes you. You feel so filthy and slutty, just as he wanted. “Good girl, taking my piss in your cunt like a dumb bitch. This’ll feel so much better when I get you all dumbed up on weed.” He brings his lips to your ear, “Told you m gonna corrupt you.” He growls and it sends your cunt spasming around him, he responds with a harsh thrust that plunges the tip of his cock against your cervix. “OH, fuck binnie.” You groan out in pain at the sheer force he uses to bruise you.

He trails a series of kisses against your neck as he keeps the same blunt force that has you whimpering in pain. “b-binnie please, please never stop. Oh god ah, it hurts so good bi-bin.”

He raises his head to send that same predatory glare straight through you. “Yeah baby? Cunt belongs to me yeah? Gonna cum that pretty little brain away for me?” Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “Fuck baby, pussy like a vice grip. Shit m gonna cum, cum with me princess.”

His eyes, his voice, his force, his muscle. It’s all too much, but then you feel him filling you with his cum and your body shakes with the force of the orgasm that crashes down on you.

“Fuck baby, promise me nobody else gets to mark your cunt like I do?” “P-promi-promise binnie.”

Changbin insisted he roll your first joint after he invited chris and jisung to join your inaugural smoke sesh. “I gotta do this for her, a princess should never lift a finger.” Jisung rolls his eyes at this, “What about her pinky?” “Ji, shut the fuck up and quit pouting. I’m rolling her first joint.”

“Babygirl, hiii.” Chris giggles as your wide eyes drag away from the sight of Changbin grinding the bud he so specifically picked out for you. You recall him scanning his stash as Jisung pulled out a rolling box from Changbin’s bedside drawer. “Green kush, the OG strain. Super mellow shit, wanna get my wound-up little princess feeling all floaty and warm.”

As your eyes focus on Chris waving his hand in front of you he smiles sweetly, “A bit lost there baby? Changbin fuck you that good?” “Ah hyung, you’ll never guess what she likes. When I say she’s one kinky bi-“ His words are cut off as you slam a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as you can’t believe what he nearly told them. “Binnie, shuttup please.” He nods, indicating for you to let go of his mouth.

Jisung laughs and changbin huffs before he gets back to the joint he was so happy to roll for you. “Geez baby, I know m in the biz but I really hate to waste good weed. So lucky I didn’t drop anything.”

“Y/n, you know we all know what he likes...” Chris whispers into your ear as he giggles at Changbin. “Must’ve loved it if it could get you this shy.” A hand trails over your nipple beneath Changbin’s oversized shirt. Your eyes flutter and your mouth gapes as his hands continue to tease your chest.

He presses soft kisses to your neck as something is pressed between your lips. Your eyes open to see Changbin holding the joint to your mouth, “Just take a deep breath. Atta girl, now hold it. You might cough. Breath out.” You let out a few coughs, but Chris never stops his fingers teasing your chest, “Good girl, so pretty, bet you can’t wait for Changbin to piss in you again.” He says it aloud this time, your eyes shoot open as Jisung now learns your secret. Your eyes find his as he puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Oh dove, it was pretty clear.”

He passes Chris the joint as you give up on feeling ashamed and move to cuddle into Changbin. The joint gets passed back around and your head clouds with your second and third hit, you can feel his hands on you and the way Jisung and Chris scan your body. By the end your practically latched onto Changbin, his lips melt you down and his eyes drive you insane. “Let’s go eat babe, think your appetite’s better?”

Dinner was amazing that evening, you had a healthy appetite and Minho happily fed you as you bounced about in Changbin’s arms. You were sat on his lap while he, Jisung and Changbin discussed a recent shipment which had gone missing. You broke away from your jeering at Seungmin about which of you two was a better ADC when Minho set your chopsticks down.

Minho smiled wide-eyed and happy to hear you ask for a second serving. “This has got to be the best food ever; Minho please marry me.” A fit of giggles escapes Jeongin as soon as your words hit the second eldest, “Hyung is blushing, hah.” Jisung stares at his hyungs face before blinking his big brown eyes at you. “Hyung, that’s so sweet. Your kitty wants to marry you.” “Shuttup she can have whatever she wants. Want more food, jagi?” “Yes please.” You bounce excitedly and Changbin digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. “Binne? What’s wrong?” “Please sit still, baby. Be good and I’ll give you a treat later.” He clenches his jaw against your shoulder, all the while Jisung whispers into Minho’s ear.

Minho continues to feed you, Changbin goes back to his conversation with the two other founders. It still shocks you that Jisung is one of the founding members of their little syndicate. He’d been influential in getting information out of people since day one. Changbin handled their combat, he was their muscle. Chris was the brain of the operation, a firce leader who’d faced life’s darkest nightmares and made it out alive. Lost in thought on their dynamic and how flawlessly they worked together, you didn’t notice minho’s lips coming to rest on the shell of your ear.

“Heard Binnie gave you a shower baby, pretty kitty’s deserve golden showers only.” You freeze and your cheeks go red, he comes back to look you in your eyes and smirks at you. “Full baby?” “Mhm, yip, Binnie I’m feeling cold, let’s go cuddle.”

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes.

1.Eclipse: I’m totally useless. Moon: You’re not totally useless. Moon: You can be used as a bad example.

2.Ruin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Bloodmoon: What makes you think I read?

3.Lunar: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

4.Ruin: Watcha doin? Bloodmoon: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Ruin: Scandalous. Ruin: Can I help?

5.Bloodmoon: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Eclipse: How? Bloodmoon: I need someone to take the fall. Eclipse: What did you do? Bloodmoon: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Sun, from the other room: Oh my god. Bloodmoon: … Sun: OH MY GOD! Eclipse: Make it a hundred. Bloodmoon: Deal.

6.Earth: Do you know a turtles only weakness? Moon: No… well, their slowness. Earth: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs. Earth: Now I have a plan. Earth: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

7.Bloodmoon: You're a lying piece of shit! Eclipse: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Earth: I'm leaving and I'm taking Lunar with me! Sun, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

8.Ruin: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Eclipse: You know that's called a coma, right? Ruin: Ruin: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

9.Eclipse: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Eclipse lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

10.Moon: So, Bloodmoon and Ruin. Moon: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Bloodmoon: We had a bad day. Moon: And… MURDER?! Ruin: It was a pretty bad day…

11.after the Squad has been separated for a few years Eclipse: So what have you been up to recently? Lunar: Leading a revolution with Earth. Eclipse: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob. Lunar: nods Oh, how cool! That's awesome! Eclipse: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Ruin? Lunar: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Moon? Eclipse: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. Bloodmoon? Lunar: Cult leader. Eclipse: Yeah, that sounds about right.

12.The Squad is playing Chess Ruin: easily beats everyone because they know how to play Bloodmoon: doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway Lunar: doesn’t know the rules, and loses Moon: knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t Eclipse: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so. Earth: They named a board game after cheese?

13.Eclispe: It’s illegal to look better than me. Bloodmoon: I guess we’re all going to jail then.

14.Ruin: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times. Moon: I hope you understand how food poisoning works. Ruin: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.

15.Eclipse: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Ruin, rushing in: Eclipse! Bloodmoon tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

16.Ruin: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Bloodmoon and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Bloodmoon.

17.Bloodmoon, after sneaking into Lunar’s bedroom: Hey, wake up! Lunar, half awake: Huh!? Bloodmoon: I just murdered your entire family! Lunar: …But I live alone. Bloodmoon: Huh? Then who are these people in your house??? Lunar: There’s people in my house? Bloodmoon: Well not anymore! Dumb bitch! You could’ve died! You’re welcome!

18.Sun: I want to be like a caterpillar. Lunar: Explain. Sun: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Earth: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Sun: Sun: That's just another highlight!

19.Eclipse: I need some help with my homework, Earth. Earth: What’s the assignment? Eclipse: I’m supposed to write a paper that presents both sides of an issue and then defends one of the arguments. Earth: What’s your issue? Eclipse: That’s the problem. I can’t think of anything to argue. Earth: That’s hard to believe. Eclipse: I’m always right and everybody else is always wrong! What’s to argue about?!

20.Bloodmoon: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Eclipse and Lunar's convo? Moon: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Earth: I'm in the washing machine. Sun: I'm in the closet. Moon: We accept you Sun. <3 Sun: No I'm literally in the closet. Moon: Love is love. <3

[touch-starved-lurker]

i love you <33

i love u too!!! watcha doin today?

[jackson-imbecille]

I am just gonna binge edit my entire fic library today huh

November Third

1.8k words Supernatural/Danny Phantom

Written in 2021 FFN AO3

Vlad is accepting of his fate. Danny, not so much. Or, after Danny and his family and friends die, Danny is the only one to come back as a ghost. Vlad takes him in, but shortly after, Hunters arrive to the mansion looking for Vlad.

It was December 21st, just over a month and a half since the accident. The explosion that killed his family and friends left Danny Fenton clinging to existence as a ghost. A bonafide, 100%, dead as a doornail ghost. Vlad, of course, was devastated when he heard the news. He took pity and offered him shelter at his mansion. With nowhere else to turn, the newly-dead Danny accepted.

It hadn’t been as horrible as Danny would have thought to stay with Vlad. The guy was weird and stuck up as always, and way too obsessed with football, but he had been really nice recently. But he couldn’t stay there forever, which is why Vlad had sent Danny away to the Ghost Zone for a week. He needed to get used to the place. Something about needing to learn how to fend for himself. 

Danny had been in the ghost zone for all of five days when he started to get bored. There was really nothing to do but float around inside his own lair. He couldn’t just be out in the open for very long since Walker had been out searching for newly escaped ‘criminals’ for a while, and while the boredom was a fate worse than death (no exaggeration. Danny had decided that bouncing around like a ping pong ball in a bunch of empty rooms was definitely the grimmer option, and he’d tried dying before), he didn’t think going out and getting caught would be much better.

At the end of the fifth day, and halfway through the 17th one ghost rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, Danny was done. He decided to visit the human realm and poke around a bit. He could go out and get some human food, maybe catch a few movies in the theater. He looked human enough to pass. He’d be fine as long as he put on some casual clothes and stayed far away from Amity park. And since now the only stable portal from the Ghost Zone to the Human Realm was in Wisconsin, avoiding his hometown was no issue.

After a couple of films and three cheeseburgers, Danny started heading home. It had gotten late and he needed to go back to the zone for the night. He flew invisibly back to the mansion, but noticed that the lights in the study were on. He paused by the window and glanced inside. Vlad was sitting at the desk motionless. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Danny had never seen him so sad. Instead of heading straight for the portal, he decided to cheer the guy up. He phased through the wall, popped into sight, and said “Boo.”

This turned out to be a bad idea.

“Daniel, what are you doing here?” Vlad hissed, his chair scraping the floor as he stood. He seemed distressed, but Danny shrugged it off. He was too excited to talk to someone for the first time in five days to go floating off right away. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he’d missed the old fruitloop during his stay in the zone.

“Nothing much, just wanted to check up on my favorite uncle. So, watcha doin?” He asked. Vlad’s eyes darted around the room nervously. He was probably hiding something nearby. Since Christmas was only four days away, it was probably presents.

“That is not important at the moment. You can’t be in here.” Yup, definitely hiding something.

“Why not?” Danny floated cross legged and upside down over Vlad’s desk. “Are you hiding Christmas presents in here or something? Oh, did you remember how I reeeaaally wanted that new gaming console.”

“That isn’t the problem. If you stay here you could be in great danger.”

Vlad looked genuinely scared. Whatever he was hiding was much more serious than secret presents. Danny flipped right side up and touched down on the floor. “What do you mean?”

Vlad sighed and put a hand on Danny’s shoulder. After a few tense moments, he spoke. “There are hunters outside of this door. I have accepted my fate, but it is a fate that you do not deserve. Leave now. I do not wish to see your existence end.” He sounded entirely too calm for the situation at hand. It couldn’t be real, there was no way, and yet… Vlad wouldn’t joke about something like this. He had to be serious.

“What?” Danny took a step back, shaking Vlad’s hand off his shoulder. Old instincts kicked in and he felt himself start to hyperventilate. “No. You can’t, that’s not happening. You aren’t just gonna let yourself get killed are you?” Clockwork had told Danny weeks ago that Vlad would never be a full ghost. His drawn out transformation into a half ghost made it impossible. So if he died… Danny tried not to think about it.

“I will not run from the consequences of my actions.” Vlad stated calmly, as if hunters waiting outside the door to blast him to kingdom come was as common as running out of eggs.

Danny, on the other hand, was not so calm. “What actions?” He screamed. He was starting to tear up. Yes, Vlad was sort of a jerk, but he was all he had left. Vlad had helped Danny when no one else would, and he’d started to see him as a second father. He couldn’t die. Not now. “You’re innocent. And I refuse to let an innocent person die! What can we do? There’s got to be something we can do. You don’t deserve to die!”

Vlad’s expression darkened. His face was hard and frightening, but Danny wouldn’t be scared away so easily. “Leave. Now.” Vlad’s words were cold and angry. Danny pushed down the fear rising in his throat. “No.” He planted his feet and stared Vlad down. “I’m not leaving you to die.”

Vlad was unmoved. “Leave, or else.” The fear came back full force, but Danny pushed it down again.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” He sounded much more sure than he actually was. Inside, he was shaking. “I’m not leavi-”

A pink ectoblast hit him in the shoulder, cutting him off. He was knocked across the room from the force and crash landed into a bookshelf. He groaned in pain, but tried to ignore it. There were more important matters at hand.

“You think… you think I’m gonna leave because of a... little scrape?” He wheezed. He grabbed the bookshelf and tried to pull himself to his feet. He could walk this off. He just needed to get Vlad to see reason. He couldn’t let him knowingly walk off to his own execution.

Vlad sighed and walked over to the downed child. “You’re just as stubborn as your father,” he sighed. He picked up a book from the ground and hit Danny in the side of the head with it, knocking him out. He caught the boy and gently lowered him to the ground. Before he could hide him, the door opened.

He turned to the door and stood. There, in the doorway stood two men. Each man had a gun in hand, likely loaded with bullets that could kill him in any form. Hunters. 

Vlad looked down to the still form of his charge. He would never forgive himself if any harm came to him. He was Maddie’s only remaining child, all that was left of her on this earth. He prayed to a god he’d never believed that the boy would remain unharmed.

“Please spare Daniel,” he spoke, looking back at the two men. “He is only a child, he has no idea what I have done. I planned to keep him in the dark, but…” He gestured towards their guns. “It appears that is no longer an option.” Vlad spared one last look at the boy, and walked to the middle of the room. He clasped his hands behind his back and closed his eyes.

“I accept my fate.”

Two shots rang out. Both hit him square in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

“Well, that was probably the easiest hunt we’ve ever had.” The shorter hunter said, chuckling a bit as he lowered his gun.

They heard a groan from the left side of the room. The boy was starting to stir.

“Well, it isn’t over yet.” The taller one stated. Both men raised their guns again, just to be safe. The kid gingerly pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed his head.

“What happened?” He slurred. He shook his head and scanned the room. His eyes widened as they landed on Vlad’s corpse. “Vlad!” He scrambled towards the corpse. “Nonononono, this can’t be happening.” He knelt down to take the man’s pulse. Nothing. “He’s dead.” He looked towards the hunters and stood up. “He’s dead. You killed him. Why did you kill him, he did nothing wrong! He was-” The shorter of the two hunters cut him off.

“November third, 2005.”

Danny froze in place. He searched for an appropriate response, but gave up. “What?”

“On November third of this year, the Fenton family and two others from Amity Park were killed in an explosion. Jasmine and Madeline Fenton were supposed to be flying to New York, but they missed their flight. Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley, and Daniel Fenton came home from school early to help them unpack. 20 minutes later the house exploded, killing everyone inside.” The man explained. The taller one picked up where he left off.

“Vladimir Masters,” He gestured awkwardly to the corpse on the carpet, “A close friend of the Fenton family, referred to as ‘Uncle Vlad’ by the children. He was in town that day, but didn’t bother to visit them. We thought it was strange and looked into it. Turns out that Masters hated Jack Fenton, the only one who was supposed to be home.”

Danny felt sick. Their explanation almost lined up, but there was one problem with it. “It wasn’t a bomb. The ecto-filtrator on the portal-”

“Was changed the day before by Jack Fenton.” The tall one finished. “Look, kid. We know it’s hard to believe, but...”

Danny started to back away from the corpse. Vlad had said he needed to face the consequences of his actions. What if they were right? What if?

“He killed everyone?”

Danny thought he’d be angry. He thought he’d cry, or scream, or, or do anything. Instead, he just felt hollow. Empty. “But I trusted him. We all trusted him.” He looked back down at the corpse and his vision blurred. He was dizzy, he was nauseous, he was numb.

“I can’t believe… I can’t...” Danny flickered in and out of visibility before vanishing altogether.

The shorter of the two hunters then turned to his companion and shrugged. “Okay. Now It’s the easiest hunt we’ve ever had.”

“Dean, that kid was a ghost.” The taller one replied, eyes still fixed on where the boy had vanished.

“Yeah, and?”

“Masters called him Daniel. Do you think?”

“Oh shit.”

[percervall]

give me love and compassion

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Words: 986 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of Danny's mental health struggles (minor and no details) Request: FaceTime A/N: been calling this the hoodie fic of dreams because I literally dreamt this scenario lol

title from First Aid Kit's Angel

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She was trying her hardest to stay awake. It had been a long week in a row of long weeks dealing with rich people's problems and she was exhausted. Her phone buzzed on the couch, and she looked away from the cooking show to look at the notification.

Watcha doin? 

She smiled at the message from her boyfriend and typed a quick reply. He was currently in Austin for work and she missed him terribly. She lowered the phone but it immediately started buzzing again with an incoming facetime call.

“Hey baby,” Daniel said with a smile.

“Hey you,” she replied, snuggling into the pillows on the couch and pulling the blanket even further up.

“How was work?” he asked and she saw him moving to a quiet area of the garden he was in. She pulled the hood of her hoodie over her eyes and groaned.

“Rich people are just the absolute worst sometimes,” she muttered. Daniel laughed at that. He allowed her to rant about how it had been non-stop dealing with entitlement today and how her colleagues were sometimes just as bad as her clients because they had grown up in similar circles. When she brought up the almost daily urge to quit her job, he was quick to reassure her he would support her no matter what she decided. It was one of the things she loved about Daniel: he would always offer her support but ultimately left her to make her own decisions. 

She watched him interact with some of his friends off camera. Seeing him so free and with a constant smile made her heart so very happy. The last two years had been tough on him and there was a moment where she feared she’d lose him to the darkness of his thoughts for good. But no matter how deep he had sunk, she’d never considered walking away. It wasn’t in either of their natures to give up when things got tough. Instead she’d been there, always just a phone or facetime call away to push the clouds away and let in some sun for him. And she knew that he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

“You look cosy, babe,” he commented as he redirected his attention to her, smiling this loving smile that always gave her butterflies. 

“I am. This hoodie is so soft and warm. My boyfriend designs great merch,” she replied. 

“He sounds like a real catch.”

“Eh, he’s alright.” She laughed when she saw him pout. “Just kidding, he really is. I think you’d like him.” 

“Would I now?” There was a twinkle in his eye and she could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Mmhmm, he’s also Australian, has these stunning brown eyes and soft curly hair; perfect to run my fingers through when we watch films together. People always think he’s an extrovert, but he’s just the gentlest soul,” she rambled, feeling her lips tug up in a smile. “I love him a lot.” 

“I think he loves you just as much if not more,” Daniel replied, voice quieter so only she could hear him, a softness in his eyes that conveyed just how true that statement was. 

“I miss you,” she all but whispered after they were quiet for a moment.

“Miss you too, baby. But we’ll see each other soon. You’re still coming to the next race, right?” She nodded in reply. Daniel looked away as one of his friends called out to him.

“Have you had dinner yet?” he changed the subject as he walked over to where his friends were sitting.

“No, was too brain dead when I got home. Think I might just prepare Italian tapas and have that for dinner,” she said, groaning as she got up from the couch and made her way over to the kitchen. Daniel laughed at that and sat down at a picnic table. She rested her phone against a vase on the kitchen island and opened the fridge. 

“Don’t let Carlos hear you! Hey, wanna have company for dinner? Eddie is just about finished grilling some burgers on the BBQ for lunch,” he suggested. 

“That sounds great,” she said and pulled out some of the packets of cured meats and cheeses they always had on hand. Daniel chatted to his friends as she prepared herself a platter of fresh fruits and antipasto, including her in the conversation as much as possible. It had become a kind of ritual when he was away where they’d facetime and have food together, even if the time zone difference made it nearly impossible at times. More often than not it would just be one of them having breakfast or dinner while the other drank coffee or had a snack. At the time it had been to make sure he wouldn’t let the negativity of the press consume him, but today she was the one who needed someone to push clouds away. 

She had carried her food out to the balcony and ate while the sun slowly set. From their apartment they had a great view of the Mediterranean Sea and the both of them loved to just sit here and watch the sunset. 

“You look much happier, babe,” Daniel commented as he took a drink from his water. His friends had left them alone so Daniel could say goodbye before they’d go do something Texan. 

“Mm, I feel much happier too. Thanks Danny,” she replied. It wasn’t a lie, she felt much lighter than when she’d just come home. 

“I love you,” Daniel said, blowing her a kiss.

“Love you too, babe. See you soon.” Daniel kept making kissy faces at the camera, making her chuckle, until she disconnected the call. Putting the phone down, she sighed contently and let the last rays of sunshine warm her face in the same way the call with her boyfriend had warmed her soul.

[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)