#what if i blow up 🥺

[flaskuwu]

There's so many types of Constructs I'm thinking of cute lil designs to make them distinguishable.

Steward

Culinary

Ranger

Mining

Forge

Maker

[milfbrainrot]

admittedly we do not know anything abt most of the new characters yet and assuming she's not in LoL that includes Maddie but it is... a lil odd to see infantilization of her at this stage.

I get she seems like a ray of sunshine character so far but "girl has no idea what martial law means 💔" kind of jokes are making me think abt how if maddie IS just a naive enforcer thinking she's doing good for piltover, she'd still... know what martial law and fascism etc entail. She'd just think those things are Good and Just!

Idk not to take jokes too seriously but there's something interesting abt what makes a character complicit in horrors esp when they seem so nice, and I feel like that's kinda being brushed aside w the interpretations that she is just an oblivious kid... esp since those jokes are about the scene where she's supporting Cait's dictatorship promotion which is after she's literally been in Zaun with her gassing people lmao.

She knows what's going on. Her framing of it is just extremely biased. Maybe a bit naive of her if so, but not stupid yknow.

[milimeters-morales]

awww ♥️

[purple-plum-petals]

Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂

⊱ Homicipher Characters’ Reactions to MC Winking at Them and Blowing Them a Kiss ⊰ || Multiple Character Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MC’s Lore), Brief Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (Mr. Machete’s Part), Canon-typical Horror Elements (Mr. Gap and Mr. Scarletella's Parts), Cultural Barriers (None of Them Understand the Gesture). Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Platonic or Romantic Relationship Word Count: ~1,880 Request: “Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂” Author’s Note: They all would definitely be confused by the unfamiliar gesture, so I kind of did headcanons about how each of them would react to you blowing them a kiss/how they would go about trying to understand what the gesture meant by using context clues (or just straight-up asking you about it haha). Sorry if they’re not great! I’m still trying to figure out how I want to balance the characters’ personalities as they are in canon while adding some more fun/whimsical aspects of your ask.

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💉: He smiles softly at your cheerful demeanor, yet it falters slightly when you press the tips of your fingers to your lips and squeeze one of your eyes shut in response to him looking in your direction. You remove your fingers from your pursed lips and blow out a puff of air before continuing in the direction you had been walking towards. While he could infer you were in a good mood by your body language, he was curious to know what exactly the gesture meant. 

💉: Instead of lightly treading the question or observing you for any longer to see if he could figure out what the gesture meant by using context clues, Mr. Silvair instead just asks you directly to get an answer as soon as possible the next time he sees you. He deeply enjoyed research and observation, yes, but there was no need to wait to gather information when you were a perfect source of it. 

💉: Of course, it wasn’t easy to explain what “blowing a kiss” was, especially since they didn’t even have equivalent words in their language for “blow” or “kiss,” but you tried your best with what you had to work with. It’s almost funny how earnestly Mr. Silvair is hanging onto every word you speak. He chuckles after you finish explaining, amused by the gesture and its meaning – how quaint, he thinks to himself. 

💉: He found humans to be fascinating and their diverse cultures even more so, so he was of course interested in learning whatever you were able to recall from your previous life in your old realm before you ended up in this one. He treats everything you tell him with an air of respect, and he even documents what you share with him so he (and you) never forget that part of yourself. 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds the gesture to be an entertaining one, but deducts that it’s not usually one humans do with strangers or those they are not comfortable with from your explanation. Does that mean you are comfortable enough around him to express yourself in that manner? How fascinating... Do you care to tell him why you feel the way you do toward him? He’s very much interested in learning the reasoning behind your thought processes. 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped smiles so widely when he sees you in such a chipper mood, making your way down the hall with a noticeable spring in your step. He likes seeing you happy, so it makes him feel good, too, watching you skip by with such a bright expression on your face! Then, you press your hand to your lips and wink, blowing something he couldn’t see in his direction, and suddenly he’s confused. 

🗣️: Huh… well, that was strange. For some reason, though, the playful gesture seemed almost familiar, yet he couldn’t remember why. He can’t exactly chase after you and ask what that meant, so he’d have to wait until the next time he saw you (which he hoped wouldn't be a long wait – he liked spending time with you). 

🗣️: The next time he saw you, he asked if you could explain what the gesture meant. You did the best you could, but you’re pretty sure he comprehended what you were telling him if the giddy expression on his face was anything to go by. His excitement was quite adorable. However, his expression suddenly falls, and you watch him begin to sulk. How was he supposed to blow you a kiss in return? He didn’t have a body!! The poor man is so distraught. 

🗣️: He gets either Mr. Silvair to help him out or Mr. Hand to, well… give him a hand to enact his plan. The next time you see him, he calls out to you with such a delighted look on his face. So, you make your way over to him and kneel down to his level, watching as the sentient hand comes up to Mr. Chopped’s lips, making the same gesture you did, before he blows you a kiss and winks. He did it! He blew you a kiss!! 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped is very proud of himself and the pleased expression on his face is far too charming for you. He feels a warmth in his metaphorical chest knowing that you felt comfortable enough with him to blow him a kiss, especially since it seems like something humans do with those they are most comfortable with. 

🕳️: He’s honestly somewhat impressed you knew he was there, observing you through the small hole in the wall while you walk around like you’re on top of the world. He can’t help but wonder what happened that has you so chipper, but his thoughts are derailed a bit when you press your hand to your mouth and blow something at him, closing one of your eyes as you do so… What the hell was that?? 

🕳️: He feels somewhat offended, honestly, and gets that semi-disgusted look on his face before disappearing into the darkness. Mr. Gap understands it’s some kind of weird human gesture, but he can’t really put two-and-two together about what it means. Though, he finds himself continuing to watch you from any nook-and-cranny he could find, observing you to see if you would do the gesture again – you don’t.

🕳️: Mr. Gap ends up startling you while you’re walking down a long, grimy hallway, his hand darting out from a vent to grab your ankle. His grip isn’t tight, but it most certainly scares the life out of you and effectively catches your attention. He finds your scare amusing but ends up cutting straight to the point and asks you why you blew something at him. 

🕳️: Even after explaining what the gesture meant, Mr. Gap still doesn’t fully understand why you did it, so you just tell him it was supposed to be a nice gesture that showed you enjoyed him – playful. That is something he does understand, and it’s almost amusing how the smirk on his face grew. He must be special, he thinks, and his smugness is radiating from his face peeking out of the darkness. 

🕳️: Mr. Gap doesn’t do the gesture back, but he strangely enough finds himself hoping you don’t blow anyone else your kisses. He doesn’t know why the thought of you sharing the gesture with another annoys him a little bit – after all, it wouldn’t make it special anymore if you did it with everyone. He even begins bringing you things, like more crowbars or even pieces of candy he finds lying around. It’s almost like he’s trying to bribe you…

🔪: He sees you happily skipping around and finds himself having to do a double-take at the strange sight. It wasn’t a bad sight, not at all, it was just weird seeing you so bright and lively. However, his mind buffers a bit when you look at him, pursing your lips and giving him a wink before your fingertips press to your mouth and then flick towards him. 

🔪: Mr. Machete is immediately annoyed, not knowing what the gesture meant, and he assumes you were trying to pick a fight with him. So, he takes his large sword and reels it back, throwing it at you with a strength that still had your eyes boggling. You duck with a yelp as the sword implants itself into the wall behind you. 

🔪: He makes his way over to you with incredible speed, blocking your body between his and the wall as he looks down at you, his head tilted to the side as he asks you if you wanted to fight him. Mr. Machete finds your frustrated expression endearing as you tell him the gesture was meant to be playful and fun. He’s low-key kind of disappointed you didn’t want to fight, but he steps away from you after your explanation without another word. 

🔪: However, while looking down at your angry expression, Mr. Machete suddenly has the urge to squeeze you (I imagine he experiences cuteness aggression regarding you). So, he reaches down and squeezes your cheeks between his large and calloused hand, causing your lips to purse. Even though you hadn’t been in the mood to fight him, now you were. He smirks widely as you two begin to spar all because he misconstrued what your gesture meant. 

🔪: Mr. Machete doesn’t see the point of blowing kisses, and he doesn’t feel any particular way about the gesture. It’s kind of whatever for him, even though he does notice that you don’t seem to do it with anyone else. After the first time (that ended up leading to a spar), though, he notices you hadn’t blown him another kiss since… He ends up coming up to tell you in his gruff, almost rude way, that he wouldn’t mind if you did it again. 

🩸: He tilts his head to the side at the gesture, his shaggy red hair swaying with the movement. Well… that was new, he thinks. He liked you quite a bit (far more than just a bit, really… my man is kind of obsessed with you), and he had been following you throughout your entire journey in this realm, yet he had never once seen that expression or gesture from you before. Now, he was curious to know what it meant, and he was going to try and figure it out one way or another.  

🩸: He continues to keep his eye on you, following you as you go about your day. Mr. Scarletella likes seeing you so chipper and full of life, especially considering you were someone who tended to take life from others. The dichotomy between your behavior and actions had his heart racing. However, despite what he expected, you never did the gesture again. So, he couldn’t gather information by observing you – he would need to simply ask you directly, then. 

🩸: Mr. Scarletella effectively manages to corner you after some time, catching you completely off-guard. While you two had certainly started off on the wrong foot, you had gotten to the point where you were relatively calm and comfortable around the strange man who was so incredibly down bad for you. He gazes down at you with his lifeless eyes, inquiring about the gesture you made earlier. 

🩸: You explain to him what the gesture meant for you, that you were simply in a good mood and felt a little bit playful at the moment when you blew him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella smiles at your words, feeling very pleased with the information. So, it meant you liked him, correct? It meant you felt comfortable enough to express your happiness towards him in such a way, right?

🩸: Well, you inadvertently ended up making him even more obsessed with you, and now his feelings become even stronger every time you blow him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella finds the act an interesting way to express your interest and enjoyment of another being, so he begins to blow you his own kisses in return. He is one of the characters I feel would want to learn more about human customs to deepen his relationship with you even if he doesn’t fully grasp why some gestures mean certain things. 

[jinwoosbabyboo]

“Why Are You in My House?”

LADS men reacting to you asking this question after you gave them a key/code to your place.

Zayne

MC: Why are you in my house?

Zayne: You asked me to come over and cook you dinner once you got back from your 2 day mission

MC: I did?

Zayne: Yes

MC: I don’t remember that how did you even get in here

Zayne: You gave me a code

MC: No I didn’t

Zayne: …. Did you hit your head while on that mission

MC: I don’t think so

Zayne: I’m surprised you’re even thinking at all considering your memory of the last 3 days

MC: Hey! I remember the last 3 days

Zayne: What did you eat before bed last night?

MC: …..

Zayne: That’s what I thought …. I’ll run some tests on your head tomorrow now sit down

Rafayel

*MC wakes up to Rafayel laying in bed staring at her*

MC: Why are you in my house?!

Rafayel: You gave me a code

MC: For emergencies

Rafayel: This is an emergency

MC: What is it

Rafayel: You were ignoring me

MC: I was sleeping is that alright with you?

Rafayel: How was I supposed to know that?

MC: I almost punched you in the face don’t ever do that again

Rafayel: ….

MC: ….

Rafayel: You’re so hot when you’re mad

MC: Shut up

Rafayel: Even your voice is sexy when you’re mad fuck tell me to kill myself

MC: GET OUT!

Xavier

*MC is startled awake from a loud crash and explosion from the kitchen*

MC: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Xavier: Why did you rush out here like that?

MC: Why are you trying to destroy my kitchen?!

Xavier: I was trying to surprise you with breakfast

MC: Xavier I gave you a code for emergencies please don’t create one by blowing up my kitchen

Xavier: Are you going to take back my code privileges

MC: I’m thinking about it

Xavier: 🥺

MC: Don’t give me those eyes

Xavier: What eyes? 🥺

MC: …

MC: Fine! But stay out of my kitchen

Xavier: ☺️

Sylus

Sylus: Wake up kitten you’ve slept long enough

MC: Why are you in my house?

Sylus: You gave me a code sweetie remember

*Sylus pokes MC in the forehead*

MC: So that means you can just invite yourself over whenever you feel like it ?

Sylus: Precisely

MC: What if I wasn’t home?

Sylus: I’d wait for you

MC: What if I had other hunters over?

Sylus: I’d tell them we’re besties

MC: What if I was getting out the shower?

Sylus: Nothing I haven’t already seen

MC: 😳

Sylus: Get dressed the kids missed you they’re making you breakfast

MC: We don’t have kids?

Sylus: Luke & Kieran

MC: My boys!

Sylus: Why don’t you get this excited for me? 🤨

[jymwahuwu]

Capitano has me grrrr so ill—

So the heat has been bad and you’re capitanos arranged marriage darling so naturally you fall ill. When u go to a doctor they confirm that you’re expecting a baby and you’re terrified to tell your husband lmao. You have no idea how he’d react so you tell and/or bribe the doctor to just tell capitano for you while you do your best to avoid him as best you can the rest of the day :3

Love this!! The flustered and shy you and the affectionate Capitano… now besides Tsaritsa he has someone to pledge his undying loyalty…🥺💕

cw: yandere, arranged marriage, creampie, pregnancy, fem reader

The marriage to Capitano was arranged - a mission. Your relatives have already been looking for a lifelong spouse for you when you reach adulthood. In the eyes of these traditional people, nothing is more important than marriage and childbirth. What you didn't expect was. An armored warrior slowly walked into your village with gifts, solemnly knelt down on one knee and proposed to you, asking them to marry you to him. Your relatives are shuddering.

Of course, they accepted his gift.

Capitano sent enough supplies for the entire village and set up a heating system to help them survive the winter. In exchange, he got his bride.

You've never met him before, but he seems to know every strand of your hair, every smile and worry.

Fatui? That's too far away for you. You have no deep understanding of his power. Full of confusion, you married him. Your husband is upright, aboveboard, and strong… He is not out of control or impulsive. Sex also seemed like a routine. Always advance in a careful and firm rhythm, and stretch your thighs for several hours until your vagina is swollen and dripping. This is how every battle ends. His balls ravaged your quivering petals, his thick glans pushing into the tight depths. He kissed your lips and the back of your hands intently, his warm breath blowing behind your earlobes.

Maybe he just needed an heir. You wonder in despair. Marriage may be romantic, but it's not yours.

You have recently lost your appetite, vomited, and your breasts are swollen. You start to wonder if this could be…?

Capitano tells you that you need his permission to go out. He is not stuffy and conservative. This is a measure to ensure your safety. You are sick and you just want to see a doctor. That's okay, but you still can't go out. The doctor treats you at the manor.

The doctor's diagnosis and treatment results confirm your concerns - you are pregnant, and a little life is growing inside you.

"P-please tell my husband for me," you plead quietly, sniffing. You don't know how Capitano will react.

The doctor readily agreed. For the next half day, you tried your best to avoid your husband, including hiding in the greenhouse, watering the flowers and plants, searching for a magazine "you are interested in but can't remember the name" in the reading room, practicing cooking, and exploring new ways to play TCG. Just as you were hiding in a corner of the library reading pregnancy books, a rush of footsteps approached. It's his leather shoes.

"Are you pregnant?"

Looking at him as if you were caught in the headlights, you covered your cheek with your book and answered vaguely. "Uh…maybe…"

"Are you pregnant?"

Question again. Even your vision was shaken, your waist was lifted, and Capitano lifted you with one hand. The deep scar on his face has now been replaced by affection, and his chest is roaring with joy, bathing in it. You lowered your head and lifted your legs off the ground, panicking. "You, please calm down…"

"…Sorry, I got carried away." He carefully placed you back on the ground, as if you were fragile porcelain, and then he took the back of your hand and kissed it as usual. Those deep blue eyes exuded energy, like twinkling stars in the dark night.

[fastandcarlos]

A Decade Of Love : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: as you and charles celebrate ten years together, take a look at a snapshot of your social media for each one of those years

pairing: charles x childhood sweetheart!reader

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2015

liked by georgerussell63, charles_leclerc and 4,859 others

ynusername: turns out dating a racing car driver doesn’t stop him being a sickeningly sweet boyfriend too 💕🥺

797 comments

username1: I can’t get over how much of a sweetheart charles is 😭

charles_leclerc: you’re not supposed to expose this side of me to the rest of the world ❤️

username2: the little note on the coffee cup, I can’t-

pierregasly: I refuse to believe that charles managed to make a meal that delicious 🙂‍↔️

username3: now that is a man who suits racing gear!!

georgerussell63: this screams like an apology for ignoring you for the entire weekend whilst racing 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 not a single damn text 😭

username4: why do I get the feeling we’re going to be seeing these two in many racing paddocks in the future??

arthur_leclerc: can you have a word please? he’s not this nice to me 💔

ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc isn’t that the job of a brother?? 😂

username5: officially decided that I need to find myself a charles leclerc to love me 😂

alex_albon: stop showing off how lovely your boyfriend is 🙄

username6: wishing I had a guy to bring me breakfast in bed too…

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2016

liked by alex_albon, nyckdevries and 37,953 others

charles_leclerc: the most chaotic year…gp3 series 🏆 ferrari academy ✅ haas test driver 🏎️…so excited to see what the future holds now!

3,969 comments

username7: can’t believe the progress you’ve made this year charles, we’re so proud of you!!

alex_albon: now you’re just showing off with all these achievements 😂👏🏻

username8: a season that most could only dream of 👏🏻

ynusername: could not be prouder of you…only upwards from here 🥳

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername thank you for constantly dealing with me stressing this year 😂❤️

username9: ferrari are the luckiest team in the world to have you ❤️🏎️

nyckdevries: an honour to share the track with you this year ☺️

username10: counting down the days until we inevitably see you in f1 now… 🤞🏻

scuderiaferrari: we’re so excited to have you on board charles, congratulations on a brilliant season!

username11: I hope you’ve got a bigger trophy cabinet at home 😂

pierregasly: I’m so proud to see you achieving your dreams brother!

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2017

liked by landonorris, ynusername and 68,492 others

charles_leclerc: such an incredible season, so proud to be the formula 2 champion. thank you to the amazing team who have supported me this year and all my family and friends for making so many sacrifices for me too ❤️🏎️

15,942 comments

username12: speechless, so unbelievably proud of you charles ❤️

pierregasly: can’t wait to see you show them how it’s done next year 🥺

username13: shut up the face on the first photo melts me…

ynusername: you never fail to blow me away with how talented you are 💕💕

username14: such an insane driver, f1 has no idea what’s about to hit it 🏎️

arthur_leclerc: okay, I’ll admit it, it’s pretty cool being able to say that you’re my brother 🙄

charles_leclerc: @/arthur_leclerc I knew you loved me really

arthur_leclerc: @/charles_leclerc let’s not get ahead of ourselves here 😂

username15: one incredible season, enjoy your rest as you deserve it 😘

alex_albon: such a joy to share the track with you again this year, good luck for next year buddy 🏆

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon ik you’ll be there to join me soon enough!

username16: will f2 ever see a more dominant champion in its existence than you?? (no is the answer btw)

landonorris: at least you’re going one of us might have a chance next year 😂

username17: still not over how amazing this season has been, I can’t stop crying 😭

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2018

liked by arthur_leclerc, lancestroll and 13,960 others

ynusername: spend half my time lost around the paddock 😂 but I’m so proud to watch you achieve your dreams charles (even if I can only wave to you from the other side of the garage!!)

3,078 comments

username18: I can’t believe the guy I supported in go karts all those years ago is in f1 🥹

arthur_leclerc: we can be lost together soon enough 😂

username19: yn you must be so proud of your man!

maxverstappen1: it’s been so nice to see you again recently and catch up after all these years!!

username20: thank you for being by his side for all these years ❤️

charles_leclerc: I love having you here with me for so many races, thank you for always supporting me 💞

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc i wouldn’t have it any other way ☺️

username21: girl I feel you, I went to one f1 race and spent most of it staring at a map 😂

pierregasly: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve found you lost this year 😝

ynusername: @/pierregasly no one prepares you for how much busier f1 is compared to f2…

username22: it must be amazing to get to see f1 up close and personal like this

landonorris: I won’t be coming to you for directions when I join next year then 😂

ynusername: @/landonorris got no idea where mclaren is half the time anyway 🙈

username23: I bet charles is just happy to have you there, we all know how much he adores you!!

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2019

liked by lewishamilton, scuderiaferrari and 289,694 others

charles_leclerc: dreamt of this moment for so long, officially an f1 winner, don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that 🏎️🏆

59,491 comments

ynusername: I’ve just about managed to pull myself together 😂 so proud of you my love 💓

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername thank you for always cheering me on even when I’ve doubted myself ☺️

username24: we’re all so proud of you charles, we knew you could do it!!

maxverstappen1: good job my friend, we’ve talked about this for so long and now it’s finally come true 🏆

username25: fyi I will not get over this for a very long time 🎉

sebastianvettel: congratulations partner, the first of many for sure 🍻

username26: I’m not sorry for how emotional I’ve been all day about this win

alex_albon: knowing how hard you’ve worked, there’s no one more deserving of this 👏🏻

username27: is there a more deserving man in f1? no, I think not.

scuderiaferrari: we couldn’t be prouder to have you on our team charles 🏎️

charles_leclerc: @/scuderiaferrari thank you to the whole team here and at home for all their hard work ❤️

username28: your dad would be so proud of you today charles ❤️

username29: I’ll remind you that you’re an f1 race winner everyday forever 🫶🏻

landonorris: thank goodness there were no “inchidents” in the race to ruin things 😂

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

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2020

liked by arthur_leclerc, pierregasly and 429,707 others

charles_leclerc: missing all the fam right now, and wishing I could get back behind the wheel - lucky for yn tho as she’s stuck with me 😂🫶🏻

69,402 comments

scuderiaferrari: we all can’t wait to be back and enjoying race weekends too ❤️🏎️

username30: how is it fair for a family to look as good as these guys??

ynusername: it’s cute that you think I’m lucky with your ass annoying me constantly 😂

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername I can expose your habits too if that’s a challenge???

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc I’m sorry I love living with you sweetie 🥺

username31: so pleased you and yn have each other during these uncertain times 🫶🏻

username32: can’t wait to see you hopefully back around the track once everything is safe again

arthur_leclerc: I miss you guys so much, hopefully not too much longer until we’re reunited ❤️

username33: please make sure you stay safe charles 🙏🏻

username34: I bet poor yn is being driven insane living with charles 24/7 😂

pierregasly: offended that I wasn’t included in this post…

charles_leclerc: @/pierregasly dedicated post just to you incoming…

username35: idk how much longer I can cope without f1 in my life 😭

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2021

liked by carmenmmundt, sebastianvettel and 97,592 others

ynusername: drove me all the way out to the middle of nowhere to ask me to marry him, easiest yes of my life 🥺🥂

26,942 comments

carmenmmundt: stfu I’m so unbelievably happy for you both ❤️❤️❤️

username36: I cannot begin to tell you how happy this post makes me!!!

carlossainz55: might’ve just shed a tear when I saw this post 🥲

charles_leclerc: no one else I’d want to spend the rest of my life with, I love you darling 💞

username37: he finally did it my faves are engaged ahhhhh

username38: is it acceptable to cry over someone else’s engagement btw???

landonorris: wedding of the century pending…⏳

arthur_leclerc: couldn’t be happier to finally be welcoming a sister into the family 🫶🏻

ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc and just so you know you’re definitely in my top two when it comes to brothers in law 😂

alex_albon: congratulations you two, lily and I could not be happier for you ✨

username39: wish I was a fly on the wall during the conversations as to who best man is gonna be 😂

pierregasly: he’s talked about doing this for so long, glad he’s finally done it 😍

username40: all my manifesting has finally paid off 🙏🏻

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2022

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris and 1,593,068 others

charles_leclerc: taking us back to the place a year ago when I asked my best friend to marry me, still the best decision of my life 💞🌊

104,856 comments

username41: charles is such an old school romantic I love it

ynusername: still just as special as it was the first time around 🤍

maxverstappen1: please tell me you didn’t actually let charles be the one in charge of that boat 🤦🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 I promise it was somehow returned in one piece

username42: and he still looks as happy as he did a year ago too 🥺

pierregasly: offended that you somehow think you’re his best friend 🤯

arthur_leclerc: @/pierregasly me too, cause obviously that’s my role and not yours 😉

georgerussell63: he’s just a hopeless romantic isn’t he 😅

username43: not all the boys just rinsing charles for being in love lmao

landonorris: if anyone wants an example of a soft fiancé…here you go!

carlossainz55: I’m just here cause I’m enjoying watching charles get wrecked in the comments 😂

username34: 🍿🍿🍿

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2023

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 294,608 others

ynusername: best day of my life 💍💒

48,492 comments

carmenmmundt: thank you for inviting george and I to be part of your special day 💕

username35: these photos are the definition of STUNNING ✨

danielricciardo: please tell me charles managed to make it home in one piece??

ynusername: @/danielricciardo he’s currently crying about how hungover he is 😂

alex_albon: couldn’t be happier for two of my favourite people in the entire world ❤️

username36: can we pause for a second cause charles has officially taken my breath away

sebastianvettel: congratulations, you look absolutely beautiful yn!!

charles_leclerc: I love you, can’t wait for forever with you 🥂

username37: I always knew charles would look good in a suit but damn I was not prepared for this

lewishamilton: arguably the best wedding I’ve ever been to, such a lovely day 🫶🏻

username38: I can’t wait to see the rest of the photos after seeing these!!

landonorris: I think I’ve just about stopped crying now 😭

kellypiquet: without shadow of a doubt the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen 🤍

username39: don’t think I’m gonna be over these for a long time…

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2024

liked by carlossainz55, arthur_leclerc and 2,605,638 others

charles_leclerc: don’t think this will sink in for a while, thank you to everyone who supported me in monaco this weekend!! so proud to finally win my home race, now to celebrate in style 🎉🏎️

285,047 comments

username40: all the hard work has finally paid off…king of monaco ❤️

ynusername: don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of you in 10 years, lifelong dream accomplished 💞👑

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re the best, couldn’t have got here without you ❤️

carlossainz55: couldn’t be happier for you, I know just how much this means to you!

username41: we’re all so proud of you charles, congratulations on an incredible win

arthur_leclerc: after so many near misses, it just makes this all the more sweeter brother 🏎️🏁

username42: no one prepares you for the emotion of charles winning monaco wtf 😭😭

pierregasly: the one you’ve always dreamt of, so glad it came true!!

maxverstappen1: enjoy the celebrations tonight, you so deserve this!

username43: my heart is still racing, feel like im in some sort of dream…

landonorris: don’t think that smile will be leaving your face for a while 😂

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris just me trying to fight back the tears 🥹

username44: no one can take this moment from you charles, soak it all in 🍾

scuederiaferrari: the whole team could not be prouder of you, congratulations charles ❤️🏎️

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[userautumn]

the thing about kingdon smut isn't that mel is a writhing sex goddess nor is she a blushing virgin, she has sex with frank with the same level of fascination and intrigue that she performs medicine. which is to say when she's giving him head for the first time, he's really into it. head thrown back, chest heaving, etc, and she pulls off his dick when he's about to come and is like "hm. 🤨" and frank looks down at her, understandably alarmed, and is like "what?? what hm??? what does hm 🤨 mean????" because if his girlfriend-coworker-thing doesn't like his penis, that's kind of a boner killer but then mel is like "oh it's nothing :)" and goes back to sucking him off.

fast forward a few days/weeks after that, mel starts bringing him half of her lunch because he's a pathetic gross loser of a divorced man surviving on fritos and self loathing, and if she doesn't feed him he'll just starve and be sad forever. so. yeah. mel bringing him lunch, he doesn't really think anything of it. in fact, she feeds him and then always blows him like a day later so he's like "hell yeah, life is kind of great-adjacent." anyways, this goes on for a few weeks until one day frank brings his own lunch to work like an ADULT and he's feeling so proud of himself until mel looks at his food like 😐 and he's like "what? 🥺" because hey he was an adult today what the hell. and she's like "hmm, i don't care for that. asparagus makes your dick taste weird 😐" and he's like WHAT and she's like "oh yeah let me show you :D" and then she whips out the notes app on her phone where she's written down the day / time / food / ph level in the food / the way it makes his semen taste on a scale of 👍 to 👎 and she's like "now, obviously, fruits very much agree with you though i think that's kind of a given, duh. what shocked me was the way lettuce processes through your semen? gives it a lighter flavor which i was pleasantly surprised by."

so she's yapping about his dick milk in the middle of the er without a care in the world and perlah and princess are sitting there like this is the best day of their fucking lives. impossibly, frank is half-chubbed up in his pants because his girlfriend-coworker-thing is deranged and smart and that's a combination that apparently does it for him and then mel is like "so, yeah. i would appreciate if we didn't eat that actually" and then she takes his big boy adult lunch from him and replaces it with hers and then her pager goes off so she's like "oops i gotta go see you tonight! :)" and gives him a little cheek kiss before she skitters off somewhere like he's not left standing there wondering how soon after divorce is too soon to propose to his girlfriend-coworker-thing.

[sparklingchim]

game on | jjk

pairing: jungkook x oc

word count: 2.2k

tropes: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: pg

warnings: koo gets scolded for sleeping around 🥺, playboy jk <3, hints of a threesome 🫢, oc fights w a laundry machine

summary: jungkook is in desperate need to polish up his playboy image, and naturally, he turns to you for help.

a/n: hii my pretty besties!!!! it's my bday😋 so i wanted to share this silly piece i've been having so much fun writing!!! love uuu n treat urself to smth nice for me today <3 mwah😙

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Jeon Jungkook is a charming man – and he is well aware of the fact. He plays that card effortlessly.

Most of the time, it works in his favour. Gets him what he wants, opens doors, soften blows.

But sometimes, it backfires. Spectacularly.

Which is why, right now, he’s standing in front of his fuming manager, who is radiating enough anger to fill the entire office.

The sight isn’t foreign to Jungkook. He wouldn’t say he is used to it, but he has found himself often enough in this situation to recognise the signs of deep trouble.

It’s not just Jungkook’s charm that’s making things complicated. It’s also the fact that he is famous.

He doesn’t flaunt it – never brags, never name-drops. That’s not his thing. But he’s not stupid either. His name (dare he say it) carries a bit of weight, and he’s learned how to use it. Quietly. Casually. Just enough to make things go his way.

Bending the world to his will... until the world pushes back.

And right now, it’s pushing back hard.

One thing Jeon Jungkook does enjoy about being a pro footballer, though, is the way women obsess over him.

He knows they love him – sees it in the comments they leave on his ig posts, sees it in the DMs flooding his inbox daily, and experiences it firsthand at public events, where hordes of fans scream his name. Jungkook thrives on that attention.

However, something he doesn’t love, and what he was never prepared for, is the media. The way they scrutinise his every move, how his face ends up on every headline anytime he does something remotely noteworthy.

And now, thanks to his latest shenanigan getting caught by the press, here he is. Getting chewed out by Taesung, his manager, while Jiwoo from PR watches with that tight-lipped expression that always means bad news.

Jungkook’s eyes are downcast, bracing himself for the scolding that’s already begun.

“You’ve gone too far this time, Jungkook.”

His manager speaks in a flat, monotonous voice, void of even the slightest hint of disappointment, as if he’d long since given up expecting anything different.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean up the mess you leave behind?”

A sense of guilt creeping up on Jungkook, even though he knows if he were just a regular guy, none of this would matter at all. And he finds it a bit unfair.

But to survive in this business, you can’t complain about unfairness.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” Taesung barks.

Jungkook remains silent. He forces himself to.

“If there was more involved than just alcohol-”

“No! Nothing like that,” he denies, his response firm and immediate. “It was just alcohol – and, well, just good vibes because we won the last match, and with the World Cup being next, everyone was just really excited.”

If he had known what kind of trouble a simple, innocent celebration of his team’s win at a club would bring, he would’ve gone straight home yesterday. He would’ve skipped the rounds of drinks, the flashing lights, the loud music, and definitely the attention. But hindsight was useless now.

“Good,” his manager says. “I’m glad you were happy.” Mock sympathy drips from his voice. “Perhaps the last time you are going to be happy this year.”

Jungkook nods, accepting the gravity of the situation. No more clubs, no more parties, no more girls.

At least, not for a while. His reputation had taken a few hits recently, and this latest mess wasn’t helping. He could almost hear the whispers: reckless, irresponsible, unprofessional. The kind of things that could ruin him if he didn’t get a handle on it.

He clenched his jaw. No more distractions. From now on, it was all about the game. He needed to remind everyone why he was Jeon Jungkook — the best on the field, not just the headlines.

“You’re no longer in for the World Cup. You’re out.”

His head snaps up at that. Did he hear that right?

“What?! What do you mean?”

“Myungbo doesn’t want you on the team anymore.” Taesung’s words sound heavy and final.

Jungkook’s heart pounds in his ears.

His world tilts. The room seems to spin, the edges of his vision darkening. This wasn’t just a setback — it was a disaster. The World Cup was everything to him, and now it felt like it was slipping through his fingers. The crushing weight of the news settles on his chest, making it hard to breathe. One silly night is all that happened.

He can’t believe that a single photo of him leaving the club with two girls clinging to each arm has cost him his spot on the national football team. He went home with two girls – so what?

But he doesn’t voice his frustration. He knows better than to add fuel to the fire. Speaking his mind now would only escalate the situation and make things worse. Jungkook knows from experience.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to stay calm. His pulse is still racing, but he takes a deep breath, focusing on controlling his emotions. He has to keep a level head if he’s going to find a way to fix this.

“There has to be a way to fix this.” His eyes move to Jiwoo, his PR agent. “Right?”

His manager fixes him with a stern glare. “Jungkook, remember the promise you gave everyone a few months ago?” Taesung reminds him.

Jungkook cringes. When he made a promise to avoid actions that might damage his reputation, he didn’t think it’d be that serious. He cut back on going out, made the effort to play the role of the “good boy” but really – come on. He can’t maintain that facade for an eternity. Especially after a triumphant victory like yesterday’s.

Taking away his spot on the national football team? He didn’t think that was possible.

“How many more times do we have to fix your problems, because you don’t care enough? How many times do we have to repeat this scenario?”

“I promise I’ll better myself,” Jungkook pleads desperately, looking back and forth between the two of them. Someone has to believe him, help him.

“Do you genuinely believe this country wants to be represented by a 20-year-old boy, who can’t keep his personal life under control?” Taesung asks, eyebrows deeply pinched together. “This isn’t just about you, Jungkook. It’s about the team, the fans, and the nation. They need a role model, not a scandal waiting to happen.”

“I know. I know.” Jungkook scrambles for something convincing to say, desperate to sway their decision. This can’t be it. He won’t let his career take a hit because of something like this. “But – but this isn’t too bad. This is fixable. I can fix this.” His voice quivers with a desperation he barely recognises as his own. “Jiwoo.” Jungkook turns to her with pleading eyes. “You always know what to do. Please, help me?”

“I did propose an idea but-”

“We’re not doing that,” Taesung cuts in. “It’s off the table.”

“What is it?” Jungkook’s eyes bounce back and forth between them. “I’ll do anything. This is – this is everything to me. You have to give me a chance.”

Taesung scoffs. “A chance? As far as I know, you have been given countless chances.”

Sweat coats the back of Jungkook’s neck.

Taesung understands just how much Jungkook has fought to secure his place on the national team. He’s well aware that it’s one of Jungkook’s greatest dreams, a pinnacle of his career that he’s poured countless hours of hard work and sacrifice into. That’s why, each morning, when he wakes up to the latest news of Jungkook’s escapades, he feels a deep sense of disappointment, texting Jungkook with a dejected shake of his head to visit his office first thing in the morning.

When it’s all he wants, like Jungkook claims, why doesn’t he act like it?

“If the head coach won’t give me a chance now, he’ll never do. This is my last opportunity to change his mind, make him rethink. I need to at least try.”

Jiwoo looks at Taesung, waiting for his approval. He nods.

“Very simply put: you need a girlfriend,” she says.

For a second, Jungkook is at loss for words.

“A girlfriend? How’s that going to help?” Jungkook tilts his head in confusion. This is not how he thought Jiwoo was going to save him.

“You need a girlfriend to help polish up your image as a player. It’ll make you appear more like a gentleman, softer and nicer. We need to completely shift public perception and counter the negative image they’ve formed about you. It’s all about changing the narrative,” she explains.

“And that is not something we can easily achieve,” Taesung interjects. “Rebranding your entire persona is not feasible at this stage. You’ve been projecting what kind of boy you are to the media for the past two years. It’s going to be incredibly difficult to make a sudden shift look genuine.”

“No! We — I can make it seem real. This is my only chance,” Jungkook insists, his voice gaining a hint of determination. For a moment, breathing feels a bit easier again. “The World Cup is just two months away. That’s enough time to shift public opinion and prove I’m worthy of representing the country on the team.” There’s a hopeful lilt in his voice as he speaks, clinging to the belief that he might not have to bid farewell to his biggest dream after all.

But Taesung doesn’t look as hopeful as Jungkook feels.

“How are we going to find a girl who will agree to this? Someone who isn’t an obsessive fan, understands this is purely professional, and can keep quiet? You won’t be able to pull this off.”

“I was actually thinking-” Jiwoo starts, but she’s cut off.

Jungkook hesitates, glancing between them before speaking. “Actually... I think I already have someone in mind.” His voice is more measured now. “That’s not the issue.” Jungkook doesn’t need to think twice.

Taesung sighs while Jiwoo looks at Jungkook apologetically.

“You can’t rebrand your entire persona from a playboy to a lover boy within a month, Jungkook. This is over.” His manager shakes his head, a sense of finality glimmering in his eyes.

One thing that Jungkook forgot to mention is that he is an extremely competitive man, too.

~

“This is ridiculous.”

You kick the laundry machine in frustration, but all you end up doing is yelping and clutching your aching foot.

“That’s the third time this month,” you mutter under your breath. “What did I even spend all that money on if it’s just going to break down whenever it feels like it?”

You shoot a death glare at the machine, teetering on the edge of losing your mind.

“Guess I’ll have to use the public laundromat again,” you sigh, grabbing the overflowing laundry basket filled with your and your roommate's clothes, and heading out of the bathroom with a huff.

On your way to the front door, the doorbell rings.

Please, you think. You were hoping for some quiet, uninterrupted time to deep-clean your dorm on this peaceful Sunday with no one around.

But when you peek through the peephole and see Jungkook standing there, your frustration melts away. You swing the door open, the laundry basket tumbling to the floor beside you in your haste.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim. “You’re timing is perfect! Can you please fix my laundry machine again? It’s been acting up, and I’m getting frustrated.” You groan annoyed.

Jungkook doesn’t share the same excitement upon seeing you.

You grow smaller and take an indecisive step back.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, noticing the tension in his features. “Did you lose the match yesterday? I couldn’t keep up because I had too much cramming to do last night.”

While studying medicine had always been your dream, the reality is less exciting. Right now, it means sleepless nights and relentless pressure. You know that pursuing this path will offer you many privileges later in life, but you have to suffer first.

“I need your help.”

His dark eyes, usually bright and full of energy, seem clouded with worry, and his hair falls messily over his forehead, like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times in frustration.

“Are you okay?” You study him closely, scanning his face for any signs of injury. Physically, he seems fine — still tall, muscular, and as fit as ever. But something is clearly off.

“You need to do something for me.”

“I can help,” you reply, your voice soft with concern. ‘But what is it…?”

“Don’t call me crazy for it.”

“Just tell me.”

“Can you be my girlfriend?”

You blink, repeatedly.

“Huh?”

You start giggling when he doesn’t add more. You expect him to clarify or laugh along, but Jungkook stays serious, stepping closer and gently taking your hands in his. You look down at them, then back up at his face, utterly bewildered.

“You’re silly, Jungkook. If someone on the team made you do this, tell them you did the punishment and quit acting so weird.”

It’s too early in the morning for Jungkook’s nonsense.

“No, ___, you don’t understand.” He squeezes your hands when he feels you trying to pull them back. “I actually need you to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fake date me.”

[buldakcorn]

Do you have anything for Choerry while I patiently await Taboo? 🥺

Morning Glory

LOONA/ARTMS Choerry x Male Reader

Genre : Girlfriend, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink

6466 words

As the soft light of dawn spilled into the room, you tiptoed out of the enveloping warmth of the shower, gently dabbing your skin with a plush towel. You couldn't help but steal a glance at Choerry, her peaceful features framed by a halo of disheveled hair, as she slept on soundly in your bed. Her gentle breathing and the faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of the love that had grown between you both over the past few months.

You felt a swell of affection as you leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. Her eyelashes fluttered briefly against your lips, but she didn't wake. With a quiet smile, you retreated to the sanctuary of your home office, fully dressed up, ready to face the day that stretched out before you.

Settling into your ergonomic chair, you took a moment to appreciate the orderly chaos of your home office, where piles of paperwork and screens of data danced in harmony. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted in from the kitchen, a comforting scent that signaled the start of a new day.

You glanced at the digital clock on the wall, noticing that your online meeting was just minutes away. The anticipation grew as you clicked open your laptop, the screen flickering to life to reveal a series of notifications and emails awaiting your attention. You logged into the virtual conference platform, checking your appearance in the small thumbnail before you allowed yourself to be seen by your colleagues and investors.

With a deep breath, you clicked the 'join meeting' button, ready to navigate the intricate dance of numbers, strategy, and ambition that lay ahead. The video feeds popped up, displaying familiar faces along with a few new ones, and the room filled with the buzz of greetings and early morning banter. You straightened your tie, took a sip of your coffee, and plunged into the day's challenges.

The meeting unfolded with surprising ease as you navigated through the agenda, your voice confident and clear despite the occasional interruption from the hum of the early morning outside. You presented your latest financial reports with a flair that seemed to captivate even the most stoic of investors. Their nods and approving murmurs filled the virtual space, a symphony of affirmation that resonated deep within your chest. As the discussion grew more intense, your eyes flickered over to the time, noticing that it had flown by without a trace of sluggishness.

Suddenly, your professional focus was shattered by an unexpected sensation. You felt a strange force against your crotch, and your eyes shot down to find Choerry kneeling beneath your desk, her fingers deftly tracing the outline of your growing arousal through your trousers.

She looked up at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of love and playfulness. Blowing you a kiss, she continued her ministrations, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The meeting participants, oblivious to the intimate scene playing out beneath the conference table, carried on with their discussions.

Your heart raced as you struggled to maintain your composure, trying to keep your voice steady and your mind on the figures and graphs displayed on your screen. The tension grew, not only from the business matters at hand but also from the unspoken erotic dance happening right beneath your professional veneer.

The moment the conversation shifted to a colleague's presentation, you seized the opportunity to mute your microphone.

"Choerry, w-what are you doing?" you whispered, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and arousal. She giggled softly, her hand still moving rhythmically against your growing hardness.

"Just giving daddy some little motivation," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr with the pet name that sent a shiver down your spine. Despite the tension in the room, her playfulness was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back at her. You reached down to gently tug at her ear, the silent communication between you a secret shared only by the two of you in this professional setting.

The thrill of potentially being caught only served to amplify the desire pulsing through your veins, and you felt your resolve to remain unflappable slipping away. Choerry, ever the tease, took this as a challenge, her touch growing bolder, her eyes locked onto yours with a fiery determination that dared you to ignore the passion smoldering between you.

As the conversation flowed back to you, your mind racing with the dual tasks of dissecting financial jargon and resisting the exquisite pleasure, you took a deep, calming breath and unmuted your microphone.

"As for the Q3 projections," you began, your voice a tad shakier than usual. Choerry, undeterred by the professional facade you were trying to maintain, took this as her cue.

She leaned closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin as she took out your cock and placed it in her soft, wet mouth, her tongue flicking tantalizingly against the sensitive tip. You bit back a groan, focusing on the numbers and graphs on the screen as your body screamed for more.

"We're looking at a... a significant increase in revenue," you managed to say, your eyes darting between your presentation and the erotic show unfolding just out of camera range. The taste of your precum mixed with the bitter tang of coffee on her lips, and she moaned around you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. You clenched your fists, trying to keep from bucking your hips up into her mouth.

Choerry's pace increased, her cheeks hollowing as she took you deeper into her mouth, the wet sounds of her suctioning echoing in the quiet room. The sudden urgency of her actions sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you couldn't hold back a moan that slipped out, only to be hastily disguised as a cough.

You felt your face flush with heat, hoping your colleagues had attributed the unexpected sound to a mere throat tickle rather than the illicit act happening right under their virtual gazes.

In the midst of your impromptu performance, you caught the knowing glint in her eye, the way her hand slipped into her own panties, her fingers moving in time with her mouth. The realization that she was getting herself off while you tried to keep your cool was almost too much to bear, and you felt yourself approaching the precipice of climax. The tension between keeping your business persona intact and succumbing to the rapture of her touch grew tauter with each passing moment.

As your voice grew hoarse with restrained passion, the sudden sensation of Choerry's throat contracting around your cock made you stumble over your words. One of the investors raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her gaze piercing through the screen.

"Are you feeling alright?" she inquired with a hint of concern, noticing the tremor in your hand as it clutched the mouse. You managed a strained nod, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"Yes, I'm... I'm just... a bit of a... dry throat," you croaked, trying to cover your discomfort with a hasty sip of coffee that nearly scalded your tongue. Choerry's eyes danced with mirth at your plight, her own hand now a blur in her lap, matching the rhythm of her mouth on you.

Her eyes never leaving yours, Choerry's mischievous smile grew wider as she shifted her attention to your balls, taking one into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue while her hand kept a firm, teasing grip on your shaft.

The sight of her, kneeling before you, so attentive to your needs, was almost too erotic to handle. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter, your hips instinctively pushing forward despite the professional decorum you were desperately trying to uphold. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she watched your reactions, clearly enjoying the power she had over you in this moment.

As your colleagues droned on about market trends and profit margins, you fought to keep your voice steady, your mind racing with the sensations of her warm, wet mouth and the gentle tug of her hand. The sound of her soft, eager slurps filled the silence in your mind, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated words you were forced to speak.

With each stroke of her tongue, you felt your control slipping further, the pressure building to a crescendo that you were dangerously close to losing hold of.

The room outside your screen was a blur of graphs and faces, their voices a distant murmur as Choerry's mouth and hand worked in perfect harmony. You clenched your fists so hard that your knuckles turned white, trying to hold back the inevitable. But the way she looked up at you, her eyes shining with love and lust, made it impossible to deny the primal need that surged through you.

With one final, masterful tug, Choerry brought you to the brink, her eyes locked onto yours in a silent challenge. You could feel the heat of her breath against your thigh as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowed with effort. The dam broke, and you couldn't contain the deep, guttural groan that tore from your throat.

You came, your release spilling into her waiting mouth, her eyes never leaving yours, her smile never faltering.

You managed to muffle the sound with your hand, hoping that the cacophony of voices in the virtual meeting would cover it up. As your orgasm subsided, you saw the triumph in her gaze, the satisfaction of a challenge well met.

With a final kiss to the tip of your cock, she withdrew her mouth and sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She winked at you, the picture of innocence, before slipping away from beneath the desk and leaving you secretly to face the aftermath of your secret rendesvouz.

As the final words of the meeting faded from the speakers, the screen on your computer went dark, leaving you alone in the suddenly quiet room with the echoes of your passionate encounter. You let out a deep, shaky sigh and leaned back in your chair, the leather cool against your dampened skin. Your heart pounded in your chest as the reality of what had just transpired began to settle over you.

The thrill had left you both physically and mentally drained, the rush of adrenaline and pleasure now giving way to a warm, contented lassitude. You took a moment to compose yourself, smoothing down your rumpled clothes and straightening your tie. The smell of sex lingered faintly in the air, a tantalizing reminder of Choerry's impromptu visit.

With a final, wistful glance at the now-empty space beneath the desk, you stood and stretched, feeling the delicious ache in your muscles. The sun had fully risen outside, casting a warm glow through the office windows, and the scent of breakfast wafted in from the kitchen.

You made your way to the kitchen, the scent of pancakes and sizzling bacon guiding you to the welcoming embrace of a well-deserved breakfast. As you sat at the table, the plate of steaming food already set before you, Choerry emerged behind you from the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and an apron draped over her nightgown. She wrapped her arms around your chest, her cheek resting against your back as she leaned into your shoulder.

"Why are you starting your day with an empty stomach?!" she scolded playfully, her breath warm against your neck.

"You know you can't perform at your best without a proper breakfast." Her voice held a teasing lilt, the mischief of her earlier actions still dancing in her tone.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the warmth of her touch seeping into your bones as you took in the sight of your perfectly prepared meal, and your perfect girl.

"You're right, as always," you conceded, turning to kiss her cheek.

"I guess I had other... priorities this morning," you added with a smirk, your eyes sparkling with the memory of the meeting.

Choerry giggled, her hands slipping around to squeeze your abs gently.

"Well, now that you're all fed and energized," she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "I expect nothing but the best from my man today."

Her words, a siren's call, sent a thrill through your body, igniting a fire that hadn't yet had time to die down from your earlier encounter. You felt your cock begin to harden once more at the thought of her sweet, willing submission. You turned in your chair, taking her by the waist and lifting her onto your lap, her nightgown riding up to expose her bare thighs.

"Choerry," you murmured, your voice thick with desire, "you know I can't refuse you."

With a grin that was both adorable and predatory, she straddled you, her wetness pressing against your now-throbbing erection. "Then don't," she purred, rocking her hips slightly. "Punish this naughty slut, daddy."

You stood, her legs wrapped around your waist, and carried her towards the bedroom, the warmth of her body against yours setting your skin alight. The weight of her was heavenly, and you felt your resolve to keep the day professional dissolve away like sugar in hot tea.

Her loving smile never wavered as you carried her back to the bedroom, the playful lightness of the moment a stark contrast to the intense passion that had just transpired.

You couldn't resist showering her face with gentle kisses, your love for her spilling over into every touch. Choerry's giggles filled the air as she squirmed in your arms, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.

"It tickles, daddy s-stop!" she murmured, trying to swat you away with a feigned look of annoyance. But the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her, revealing the thrill she found in your affectionate assault. You chuckled, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she melted into your embrace.

With a playful growl, you set Choerry down on the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the plush mattress. She watched you with wide, hungry eyes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as you began to undo the buttons of your shirt. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.

Her gaze roved over your bare chest, her pupils dilating as your abs rippled in the soft morning light. She bit her finger, a silent plea for you to hasten your movements, her own need evident in the way her chest heaved with each shallow breath. The air was charged with sexual tension, the echoes of your earlier encounter still resonating in the space between you.

Your cock, now fully hard again, pointed towards her like a compass needle drawn to true north, a silent declaration of your intention to claim her once more. As the last of your shirt fell away, you stepped out of your trousers, revealing your nakedness to her eager eyes.

The sight of you, raw and aroused, sent a thrill through her, making her squirm with impatience. She reached for you, her hand tracing the length of your cock, her touch featherlight but filled with a promise of what was to come.

"I need you, daddy," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you were powerless to resist.

With a growl of need, you pushed Choerry back onto the bed, the softness of the mattress giving way beneath her. Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss, your tongue delving into the warm cavern of her mouth as you explored the sweetness of her taste.

Your hand wrapped around her right wrist, pinning it to the bed, while your other hand began to roam her body, your fingertips tracing the soft curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

She moaned into your mouth, her body arching towards you, eager for the touch she knew would come. Your thumb grazed the sensitive peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown, making her gasp and her eyes flutter shut, her body responding to your every command.

"No underwear? Such a naughty girl."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she giggled, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"I wanted to surprise you, daddy." she admitted shyly, her voice barely a whisper. Your cock twitched at her admission, and you couldn't help but lean down to kiss her again, your teeth grazing her lower lip before you pulled back.

"And surprise me you did, baby." you murmured against her mouth, your hand sliding beneath the hem of her nightgown to find her wet and ready. Choerry's breath hitched as you parted her folds with your thumb, her hips rising to meet your touch. The soft, slick sound of her arousal was music to your ears, and you felt your own desire swell in response.

"So fucking wet. Do you want it so badly?"

Choerry's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"Yes, make me cum so hard daddy," she whimpered, her hips bucking against your hand. You took mercy on her, sliding two fingers inside her, her warmth enveloping you as she moaned with pleasure. Her walls clenched around your digits, her body begging for more as you pumped into her steadily.

Her free hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered some encouragement full of love and need. Her freed right hand found its way to your cock, her grip firm as she stroked you in time with your movements inside her. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

"F-faster daddy, I'm so close."

"Bad girls don't get to cum easily."

Choerry's eyes snapped open at your teasing words, a playful pout gracing her lips.

"But daddy!" she protested, her voice a delicious blend of need and wantonness, "I've been such a good girl for you."

Her hips rolled against your hand, her internal muscles tightening around your fingers, as if to prove her point. You smirked, enjoying the way she writhed beneath you, her body a canvas of desire painted by your touch.

Leaning in, you whispered against her ear, "But the best rewards come to those who can wait," before withdrawing your hand and moving to kiss a trail down her neck. Her protests turned to whimpers of anticipation, her body quivering with the unfulfilled need you had so expertly woken within her.

You felt a thrill at the power you held over her, the way she submitted so beautifully to your will.

Your kisses grew more insistent, moving lower still, until you reached her pert nipples through her gown, teasing them with your teeth as your hand found its way to the apex of her thighs once more. This time, instead of sliding inside her, you gently pinched her clit, watching with dark delight as she arched off the bed with a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

Her hand tightened around your cock, her strokes becoming erratic as she attempted to coax you back to where she wanted you most. But you had other plans, your mouth moving lower, the fabric of her nightgown damp with her arousal. As you reached the juncture of her thighs, you pushed the gown aside, exposing her glistening folds to the cool morning air. With a grin, you dipped your head and took a long, lingering lick, savoring the taste of her sweetness. Choerry's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with desire as she watched you, her breath hitching in her chest.

"Daddy..." she breathed, the single word a plea and a prayer, her legs spreading wider in an unspoken invitation.

"Oh God... Daddy eat me so well."

Taking her words to heart, you lowered your head to feast on her pussy, your tongue swirling around her clit before delving into her wetness. Choerry's legs trembled as you devoured her, her whimpers and gasps filling the room. You felt her body tighten around your fingers as you curled them inside her, hitting that magical spot that made her toes curl. Her hand on the back of your head held you in place, guiding your movements, her hips bucking against your face in a silent demand for more. The taste of her, the scent of her, the sounds of her pleasure – it was all too much, and you knew she was close.

"Fuckkk, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cu-"

Choerry's body spasmed as she reached her climax, her sweet nectar spurting forth like a fountain, soaking your face and chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out an ear-piercing scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Her legs tightened around your neck, her heels digging into your back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. You didn't relent, continuing to lick and suck at her clit, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until she collapsed against the mattress, her body slick with sweat and satisfaction.

"We're far from being done."

"Strip."

Choerry complied eagerly, her trembling hands pulling the nightgown over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her flushed body and hardened nipples. You took in the sight of her, a goddess laid bare before you, and felt your cock throb with anticipation. You climbed onto the bed, knees straddling her thighs, and took her face in your hands, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of her pleasure. Her legs wrapped around your waist, urging you closer, and you felt her warmth against your shaft, beckoning you to claim her once more.

Without wasting a moment, you claimed her nipples with your eager mouth, sucking and teasing each peak until they stood at attention, pebbled with desire. Choerry's breath hitched, and she arched her back, offering herself to you fully as your tongue swirled and flicked against the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from her parted lips.

Her hands roamed over your back, her nails digging into your flesh as you continued to worship her breasts, your passion for her a living, breathing entity that consumed the space between you. Each pull of your mouth on her nipples sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting to your touch with an eagerness that mirrored your own.

"The milk won't c-come out until you p-put a baby in me daddy."

"Is that so? Is that what my sweetheart wants? To be filled with my cum?

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, stoking the inferno of your desire even higher. You pulled back, your eyes locked onto hers, a silent question in your gaze. Choerry's expression was a mix of longing and need, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm.

"Yes! Fill me up daddy! Make me carry your child!"

With a nod, she confirmed her wish, and you couldn't resist the urge to claim her fully. You lined up the head of your cock with her slick entrance, pausing for just a moment to appreciate the view. Her pussy glistened with desire, the perfect sheath for your throbbing member.

With a growl, you plunged into her, filling her up in one smooth, powerful stroke. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head again, as you began to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and loving.

"Oh my gosh.... So b-big..... Don't s-stop!"

Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she met you with an equal fervor, her hips rising to meet you, her legs tightening around your waist. The room was filled with the slap of skin against skin and the sweet symphony of your mingled moans.

You leaned in to capture her mouth once more, your kiss deep and possessive, as you claimed her body in the most primal of ways. Your hands roamed over her curves, gripping her hips to pull her closer, to drive into her deeper still. Choerry's nails dug into your back, leaving a trail of fire as she held on tight, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"Daddy, I love you," she whispered, her voice a hoarse whisper lost in the crescendo of pleasure.

"I love you too, baby," you murmured, your own voice thick with emotion, "now cum for me again, show me how much you want it."

Her eyes cross each other in ecstasy as you pounded into her, the force of your thrusts shaking the bed with each powerful stroke. Her nails dug deeper into your back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only served to heighten your pleasure. You could feel her walls tightening around you, the muscles in her stomach tensing as she approached the edge of another orgasm. Her breaths grew more ragged, and her cries grew louder, each one a testament to the unbridled passion you shared.

Choerry's legs tightened around your waist, her heels pressing into your lower back as she met your every thrust with equal fervor. Her hips rolled in a desperate bid to take you even deeper, her need for release becoming more urgent with each passing second.

"Yes, baby, just like that," you grunted, feeling the beginnings of your own climax coil in your lower belly. You leaned down to nip at her neck, eliciting a scream that was music to your ears. "You're going to take all of me," you growled, your voice thick with desire.

With a groan of pure lust, you released her legs, pushing them up and back until they were bent at her shoulders, her pussy exposed and open to you like a flower in bloom. Choerry's grip tightened around her own legs, holding them in place as you took full advantage of her newfound vulnerability. The angle changed, allowing you to drive even deeper into her, and she moaned in pleasure as you did so. Your eyes never left hers, the connection between you burning hotter than the sun outside the window, as you claimed her completely. Each stroke was a declaration of your love, each thrust a silent promise to give her everything she desired.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving as she fought to maintain her grip on her legs. You knew she was close, could feel her tightening around you with every movement.

"Cum for me, baby," you whispered, your voice a dark caress, "let me feel your pussy milk me dry."

Choerry's eyes went wide, the heady mix of pleasure and pain in your words pushing her closer to the edge. She nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she braced herself for the deluge.

"I'm cumming now, daddy please," she begged, her voice a breathy whimper, "I'm cumming!"

And with that, you felt her walls clench around you, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Her juices spilled over your cock, coating your abdomen as she rode the wave of pleasure. You watched, enraptured, as she lost herself to the sensation, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

As her orgasm subsided, you felt your own building, the pressure at the base of your spine growing unbearable. You knew you couldn't last much longer, and with one final, powerful thrust, you released your own flood of cum deep within her, filling her up and marking her as yours in the most primal of ways. The room seemed to spin around you as pleasure coursed through your veins, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling with the aftershocks of your release.

Choerry's legs slowly relaxed, and she let out a contented sigh, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she looked up at you. You collapsed beside her, your chests heaving in unison, your bodies slick with sweat and love.

As the final pulses of your orgasm subsided, you couldn't help but revel in the feeling of her body, still quivering with the aftershocks of her own. Your hand moved to her belly, pressing gently to feel the warmth of your cum inside her. With a knowing smile, you pushed against her stomach, watching as the excess fluid began to flow out of her, painting her inner thighs with sticky white streaks. The sight was incredibly erotic, a tangible proof of your union, and it sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through you. Choerry giggled, a sweet sound that seemed to resonate through your very soul, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the sensation.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice filled with awe and love, "so beautiful, so fertile."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at your words, a soft smile playing on her lips as she opened her eyes to meet your gaze. "All for you, daddy," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent your pulse racing once more.

With a groan, you pulled her closer, your cock still semi-hard against her thigh. Your hand trailed up to her breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh as you kissed her again, unable to get enough of her taste, her touch, her scent. The room was filled with the sweet musk of your love making, a scent that seemed to envelop you both in a warm, comforting embrace.

Choerry's body was still quaking from the intensity of her climax when you felt your own hand acting of its own accord. Without warning, your fingers found their way back to her soaked pussy, gently sliding through the mess of cum and her juices. The sensation of being so completely filled and then touched again was almost too much for her to bear. Her eyes shot open in surprise, meeting yours with a mix of shock and overwhelming arousal.

"Daddy, no more, I'm still sensitive!" she breathed, though the plea was weak and her hips betrayed her, moving against your hand despite the protest. You couldn't resist the urge to test her limits, to see just how much pleasure she could handle. Your touch grew bolder, your fingers moving in small, teasing circles around her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her already oversensitive body.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out as the overstimulation built once more. You watched her intently, the way her body reacted to every touch, every stroke, and you felt your cock twitch back to life, eager to plunge into her once again.

"Be a good girl and cum for me again."

"I love to see your face when you cum. Give it to me baby."

Choerry's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement at your command, her body already responding despite her earlier protest. You watched as she bit her lip harder, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought against the waves of pleasure that your relentless fingers brought forth. Her breaths grew shallower, her chest heaving with the effort to remain silent. But it was clear that she was enjoying the torment, her eyes shining with a mischievous light that told you she was ready to push her boundaries even further.

With a smirk, you leaned down to capture her nipple once more, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you continued to tease her clit with featherlight strokes. Her body arched off the bed, and she let out a muffled moan that was music to your ears. You knew she was close, the tension in her body building with every passing second.

"Daddyyyy!"

Her squirt was more intense than before, her juices arcing high into the air like a celebratory fountain. The force of her release soaked your hand, the bed, and even splattered against the wall. Choerry's eyes squeezed shut tightly as her body contorted with the overwhelming pleasure. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her breath was a series of sharp gasps as she rode the crest of her climax.

When the spasms finally subsided, she opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sound came out, her voice lost to the power of her orgasm. She panted heavily, her chest heaving, as she struggled to find the words to express what she felt.

"Is my baby okay? Did I went too hard?"

Choerry managed a weak nod, her cheeks still flushed and her chest rising and falling with the aftermath of her intense release.

"I'm okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're just so... amazing." She reached out to cup your cheek, her eyes shining with adoration. The room was still filled with the sweet scent of your love, and the sticky evidence of your shared passion was a testament to the depth of your connection.

You kissed her forehead tenderly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the exertion. As your hand pulled away from her still-throbbing pussy, you brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting her on your skin, the salty sweetness of her arousal mingling with the faint metallic tang of your cum.

"Fuck me more, daddy. Treat me like I'm nothing but a slut. Make me your cumdump."

Her sexual drive suprised you. But who are you to ignore an angel's request.

And so you did. The day unfolded into a tapestry of carnality, each room in your home becoming a stage for your unbridled passion. From the soft caress of the living room rug to the cool embrace of the kitchen countertop, you claimed her in every way imaginable. Her moans of pleasure and the slap of your flesh against hers became the soundtrack of the day, echoing through the house like a siren's call that drew you back to each other time and time again.

You took her from behind as both of you work your way to the bathroom to take a shower, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and as you whispered dirty words into her ear. You had her ride you reverse cowgirl on the couch while watching your favorite shows, her ass bouncing with every eager plunge she took onto your cock. You bent her over the dining table midway through eating lunch, her legs shaking with the effort to hold herself up, as you fucked her so hard the chandelier above you swung with the force of your love. You fucked her against the windows of your office, her bare ass thumping on the glass surface, free for anyone to see. Each position brought new sensations, each touch a declaration of your insatiable hunger for one another.

As the shadows grew long and the day's warmth began to fade into the embrace of nightfall, the scent of your love lingered in the air like a potent aphrodisiac. In the dimly lit bedroom, you found yourself behind Choerry, her glistening skin bared to you like an open book. She was on her hands and knees, her back arched beautifully as she presented her soaked pussy to you. Each slap of your hand against her ass sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, her muffled cries of "more" urging you on. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by the wet smack of your cock disappearing into her depths. Her eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy, her teeth digging into the fabric of the bed sheet as she tried to contain the moans that threatened to spill out. You watched the pink slapmarks bloom across her ass, each one a brand of your ownership, a map of your passion.

"What are you Choerry?"

Choerry's eyes snapped open at your question, a fiery determination blazing within them. "I'm your slut, daddy, a nasty whore that needs to be punished and filled," she moaned, pushing back against you, her movements frantic and desperate for more.

You grabbed her hips tightly, your grip leaving marks on her skin, and slammed into her even harder, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. "That's right, baby," you growled, feeling the head of your cock hit her cervix with each forceful thrust. "You're mine to fuck whenever I want."

Her pussy tightened around you, her walls fluttering with the beginnings of another orgasm. You felt your own climax building, your balls drawing up tight, your cock swelling.

"Take it all!"

With one final, powerful drive, you buried yourself to the hilt and released, filling her up once more with your hot seed.

"YESSSS push your cum deep in me, daddy. I'm cumming on that big fucking cock!"

Choerry's body convulsed around you, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her screams were muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into, but the intensity of her pleasure was written all over her face.

As your climax waned, you leaned over her, kissing the nape of her neck, feeling her body quiver beneath you. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction, "you take it so well."

Choerry collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath. "I love you, daddy," she whispered, turning to look at you with a soft, adoring smile.

You pulled out of her with a wet pop and moved to lay beside her, pulling her into your embrace. "And I love you, baby girl," you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

The two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your love, the room still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Your arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away if you loosened your grip. Choerry snuggled into you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the steady thump of your heart.

As the night descended, you knew that the next day would bring more challenges, more responsibilities, more of the mundane. But in this moment, all that mattered was the warmth of her body against yours and the promise of more passionate encounters to come.

And as you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you heard was her sweet voice whispering, "Thank you, daddy," a soft reminder of the power and love that flowed between you, unspoken but ever present.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

aaaaaaa i need poly deadclaws smoke session 🥺😵‍💫💖 you and wade being cringy stoners ripping wade's gravity bong together and logan walks in on you sitting in his lap on the couch.

"hey, honey badger, welcome home! aw, poor baby, you look so tired! you wanna hit?"

"the fuck are you two doing?"

“it’s called a gravity bong! a hallmark of stoner engineering! would you like a demonstration?”

"no."

“too bad.” wade puts the lighter in your hands, then squeezes them for encouragement. “show him, babes, just like i taught ya.”

you spark the lighter and carefully angle it into the bowl at the top. once it's lit, you grab the inner bottle and slooowly pull it upwards out of the water. the cloud inside it grows thicker, denser, bigger. it swells with the accompanying sounds of water underneath it. glug. glug. glug.

wade explains the mechanics to logan, “now THAT, boo boo bear, is about 2-liters of toke-a-cola right there. almost as fun as when they had cocaine in the recipe.” wade sneaks his hands under your baggy lounge shirt to pinch and pull your nipples, then gives you an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. he purrs his instructions to you. “chug it, honey-cunt.”

you rip the bowl out of the bottle, the smoke billowing out through the spout, and slurp it up as you sink the bottle down into the water. of course, the torrential cloud you had built was at LEAST 2-player content. you started coughing about a third of the way down, and wade had to take over.

“i got it, i got it!” he proclaimed, valiantly chugging what was left of the cloud. he blew some out and sighed with pleasure. “now… this kind of bong gives you… gives you BIG hits. so you get stupid fast.”

you nod in agreement, a hazy, air-headed smile on your face, “it also feels REALLY good for sex…”

"well, shit, why the hell ain't you lead with that?" logan climbs over the back of the couch and sits down next to you two. "give it here. show me how you work that thing.”

also i just KNOW logan gets giggly when he smokes weed it’s a fact god told me. he’s got cigar lungs so he takes to the gravity bong with surprisingly little coughing, but FUCK it makes him STUPID!!!! he gets super touchy feely too and he’ll prolly crawl on top of both of you.

“nngh, c’mon, lemme…” he grumbles, pawing for the bong that wade holds out of reach, “lemme hit it again…”

“i think the fuck not, babe! you will wait your turn in the rotation just like everyone else, young man!”

logan blows a raspberry at him and flops over to wade’s side. “pfft… bitch…”

“yes, sir, and that’s why you love me.”

he watches longingly as wade takes his rip, until his focus shifts to your shorts riding up on your thighs.

“hey. c’mere, boy.”

he tugs you into his lap and starts making out with you, stripping you from your comfy clothes, grinding his bulge up into your folds. you whimper, under your breath, and logan smirks, teasing you in hushed tones.

“ ‘s good, right?”

“mhm…”

“you gettin’ wet now?”

“mhm!”

once wade blows his smoke out, he notices what’s going on and gasps in mock offense.

“are you two seriously excluding me right now? what am i, ugly, or somethi—? wait, don’t answer that, i—“

“yes.”

“yep. knew that was coming. can’t even blame ya. i set you up for that one. anyway!”

wade pulls you to him by your hair and smooches your cheek affectionately before putting the lighter in your hands again.

“your turn, sweetie pie!”

and by the end of that rotation everyone’s clothes are off and you’re all touching each other’s junk 😌

[abyssyby]

Hi! Loved your most recent fic with our favorite family, it was so angsty but so good! I wonder if this is gonna make it even harder for the boys to say goodbye to Sylus before he goes off on a mission (and maybe even their mom when she has to travel for work too). Like, we've already seen it was tough before, but it was more of a "I'm gonna miss you" sadness but now that they've been on a mission themselves it's like, "Missions are NOT fun, they're scary, please don't go😭"

hello!!! thank you for reading two birds on a wire 🥺 genuinely one of my most favorite stories i’ve written so far so i feel incredibly blessed and i appreciate each and every reply on it 💕 — yes, the twins are definitely more reluctant to let papa go now since they know what’s in store for him on his ‘ishuns (missions).

kyros would be very time conscious. well, firstly, he’d be holding onto papa’s legs and sobbing by the door (if sy had a difficult time leaving then, he’s definitely suffering now). he’d be sobbing and begging him to stay—

“five mimits!” he doesn't know what minutes are. but sylus has stayed for 4 ‘five mimits’ now, so he’s convinced they mean ‘stay’.

his voice is squeeze out of his throat, small and pitchy, begging desperately, “five— five mimits, papa, pease! pease!”

sylus has to drag his leg all the way to the door, and take an extra ten minutes to soothe kyros in his arms before promising he’ll call or be back at a certain time.

Kyros has mephisto tap on a gentle tinking bell to let him know the time, and eventually learns how to read big hand and small hand on the antique grandfather clock. you find him sometimes staring up at it, and when he spots you or the big twins passing by, he points up and asks, “time? what time?”

“just a little bit more,” you’d tell him, knowing the time sylus is supposed to call too.

“much more?”

“hmm, about three songs, angel.”

so he waddles over to the record player, asks you to help him put on sylus’s CDs and counts. by the end of the third classical song he’s listened to, he uncovers his ears (the last song ended with loud trumpets) and runs to the house phone/holo-caller, where sylus’s holographic face pops up.

sylus’s heart melts when Kyros or both Kyros and Lucian’s big eyes fill up his screen as the call goes through.

“papa, come home now.”

“one sleep, angel.”

kyros definitely gets huffy puffy. snuffing through his nose like an angry little dragon and stomping his little feet in disapproval. “don’t want sleep!”

“then how will it be morning?”

kyros’s brows knit together at that. sylus watches the gears turn behind his eyes. and then, softer, more hopeful— “i sleep now, papa. i make morning.”

sylus grins, cleverly cocky and effectively charmed. “good night, turtle.”

when kyros wakes, papa is always back home. either lifting him out of his bed or waiting for him by the fireplace. kyros walks up to him quietly, climbs on his lap, lays sleepily on his chest and listens to his heart. he feels much better now.

lucian is action-driven— anxiety manifested in mischief and pranks.

little pranks, essentially harmless in nature, but it effectively causes sylus delays.

"lucian?" sylus calls, voice loud but not angry. more amused.

lucian emerges from the hallway, hands behind his back. bright red eyes round and ‘innocent’. "papa?"

"did you put butter in my shoes?" he grimaces, eyeing his slippery stained socks.

"oopsie— AAA papa, no run you slip!" Lucian is giggling, sylus has phased before him and picked him up. blowing raspberries in his cheeks and nuzzling his nose to his ticklish neck. "papa!"

sylus loses all sorts of things the minute he’s set to leave. until he follows the trail of animal cracker crumbs/plastic cars/paper stars where he finds lucian tucking them away under his pillows, into his pants or in mephisto's treasure piles.

sylus confronts him about it when he gets chocolate fingerprints on an important document. with a stronger voice, exasperated and tired, he lifts lucian up by the back of his shirt just as he runs away.

lucian is already teary as sylus sets him in the crook of his elbow. "i sorry, i sorry!"

but sylus can't find it in himself to truly be mad. instead he keeps up the front (very difficultly) and scolds lucian. and then when he gets his points across, he brushes the tears away from his eyes and kisses his brows. "why are you being naughty?"

lucian is sniffling, hugging sylus around the neck, seeking forgiveness. "don't want papa— don't want papa go—"

"you can just ask me, angel." sylus says sympathetically, fingers pushing sweaty bangs away from his forehead. he presses his forehead against lucian's. "just ask, i will listen."

"you say no."

sylus's heart aches. "not always."

"yes always!" lucian says, angry little fists coming down onto sylus's chest with no real force. but sylus feels the frustration spear into his heart nonetheless. "papa go— papa go to scary mishins!"

"Lucian, I—"

"Papa will died! Fly and fall and died!" he yells. devastated, traumatized, upset. he'd been the one with his eyes peeking out his shirt during the crash landing, he'd been the one who saw the strain in sylus's eyes and the grinding teeth when he held them and yelled at his pilots during the mission. "I don't want papa died!"

Sylus squeezes his eyes shut as he accepts the soft blows of anguish loaded fists. enduring, he presses his forehead against the little boy's to calm him. "Shh... shh..."

something in lucian snaps, his voice breaks and he collapses against sylus's shoulder in sad sobs. "i scared, papa. please stay, please."

sylus feels the weight on the corners of his lips as he teeters to tears himself. he nods then, sighing in defeat. although, he was fairly certain that even without the tears, without the pranks, sylus would always find a way to say yes.

"Alright now, alright," he shushes, rocking him side to side and planting a kiss to his wet nose. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."

"Papa—" Lucian cries. Just that— papa, papa, papa— over and over, like he'd been running from a monster. Now seeking refuge, comfort, and safety in him.

Sylus clicks his tongue, swallowing repeatedly keeping himself from crying still. He rubs lucian's heaving back, drawing slow circles to match with his breath. He hums a tune into his temple, letting his broken melody aid his fluttering heart.

It won't be easy, it will never be easy, leaving home. But he swears, he will do everything to make it easier for Lucian. And if that means staying for tonight, then he will stay.

—

this got away from me again hehe thank you for sending in this ask, reading & thinking about the twin babies! have a wonderful, wonderful day, anonnie!

✧˚ ⋆｡ read two birds on a wire here | read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

[aajjks]

Blow (m)

synopsis. suck the brat out of him on his birthday.

warnings: 18+ ëxplïcït thèmès. bràtty kóó, bïrthdày spècíàl, blôwjôb, orál sèx, (málè rècíèvíng), he móàns só múch!, prófàníty. súck hïs dïck súck hïs sôul, sóft yándèrè kóó.

note. happy birthday to you kook, every year I try to convince myself that I love you a normal amount but at the end of the day I am more in love w you each and every day, HAVE A GOOD DAY JK!!~ and come back soon. I can’t believe you’re 23 now 🥺🥺 time flies. ENJOY THIS FILTH GUYS! also…. my bday month started WOHOOOO!

Jungkook loves you.

Today is a special day for him, his birthday and you know it. But it’s 1 am right now yet he’s received no birthday wish from you.

He doesn’t know what you’re busy doing, but it hurts so bad that you didn’t even bother to wish him a happy birthday birthday. You’ve been dating for two years and this is the first time you have forgotten to wish him a happy birthday.

He doesn’t know what to think because he’s so sensitive when it comes to you. He’s sulking in his bed right now.

He doesn’t know what you’re doing in the kitchen, but maybe he should just go to sleep because you don’t even remember his birthday and even if you do, you didn’t even bother to wish him a happy birthday

Jungkook feels so abandoned right now

He shouldn’t feel this way because it’s not really a big deal but at the same time it is to him because your attention means everything to him and he’s so used to being the center of your attention

And he wants your attention on him, especially on his birthday

“Ughhh yn!!!” He groans before sulking down on the bed and he covers his body with the blanket so you don’t see him crying when you come back into the bed

Not even a happy birthday from you.. it’s 1 AM how is he supposed to get over this?

“You’re sleeping?” There comes your voice, and he is a startled, but only for a moment before he groans in response.

Why do you care?

“obviously I’m sleeping because you don’t even care about what date it is now.”

 Your boyfriend can be really petty. And he doesn’t care.

It’s September 1st this day should be the most important to you.

He hears your laugh, “woah! YOU’RE LAUGHING, HUH?” He exclaims, immediately peeking his head from the blanket and he’s glaring at you

“I never forget your birthday. I do so much for your birthday, but you don’t even care!” Hey sees you approach him on the bed, but he’s just so busy ranting

He doesn’t care when you sit right in front of him on the bed. “Ouch! You’re sitting on my legs.” He rolls his eyes, huffing.

He may be a diva.. but it’s all because of you

why aren’t you acknowledging the birthday boy?

“Ugh yn you frustrate me to no end oh my God—;” he is suddenly cut off when you press your lips against his.

Jungkooks eyes widen in surprise for a moment but then he feels himself melt into the kiss, your lips feel so soft against his, his anger is melting away just like him.

Jungkook enjoys kissing you very much, it’s so intimate, so sweet, so important for him, your lips move in a swift passionate manner against his and he loves the way your hands are cradling his face right now.

“mhm..” he cannot help but moan into your mouth as you tease his lower lip with your tongue. “Happy birthday baby.” You break the kiss, leaving him all breathless and dazed as you whisper so softly.

Jungkook feels his heart rate quicken. You wished him happy birthday finally and there’s a predatory look in your eye that he recognizes quite too well.

“Now… if you must know.. I was busy because I was baking your cake.” You inform him and he’s surprised. Jungkooks eyes go round, and the realization dawns on him.

That is so sweet.

“B-Baby? Really so you remembered?!!”

“Yes! How could I ever forget your birthday and the second thing is I couldn’t really leave the kitchen that’s why I got a little late with wishing you a happy birthday baby. I am so sorry…” you look down in guilt.

But jungkooks heart softens up.

“‘S okay yn.. you gave me such a good kiss and told me the reason behind your delay, which is so cute by the way, so consider yourself forgiven.”

But you shake your head and before he knows it you’re pushing him against the bed. “W-Woah—;”

“Baby I have to make it up to you and that’s what I’m doing so shut your mouth.” You shut him up.

His eyes are even wider now, his heartbeat more quicker.

He doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t know what you’re up to.

Jungkook exclaims as he watches you take his pyjama off, “woah yn…” but you just don’t respond, he feels your hand on the hem of his underwear and he doesn’t stop you as you push it down to his knees.

His hard length is now right now infront of your eyes, your hungry eyes, he’s so hard right now.

You don’t waste any time to take him into your hand as you begin to stroke him, he groans, Finally understanding what you’re trying to do

And it is getting him excited

“O-Oh ynnnn.” He moans out your name as you work your magic before you lean downwards and suddenly spit on it, before taking him straight into your pretty mouth.

Your wet, tight eager mouth.

The sensation is too much, his back arches on the bed, as you take him in deeper, you’re sitting right between his legs now.

This is so fucking hot.

And your eyes? They’ll make him cum right now. Your eyes are wild and animalistic.

He loves the lust that is dripping from them.

You hollow your cheeks and lick his sensitive dick, any part you can, he mewls, his eyebrows furrowing.

“nghh ahh mhm.”

Your boyfriend’s moans are always so pretty, just like him. Your panties are so soaked, you cannot help but rub your legs together to get some kind of friction.

It’s his day, you’ll focus on his pleasure all night and day long.

“C-Cum for me koo..” you instruct, sucking him off. Your throat feels sore, but it’s so worth it.

The way he’s fucking it so desperately, sloppily has your pussy clenching. You need him so badly but, tonight.. you’re going to be selfless..

And give him everything that you can physically emotionally and mentally.

Because he’s the love of your life and today is the day that he was born and you were going to celebrate it with him, in more ways than one.

Jungkook loves the fact that you’re choking, gadding and crying. He fucking loves it. But yeah, you’re still being so gentle with him and so patient.

This is why he loves you so much.

You’ve made this night so special

he looks into your eyes once more and he’s cumming hard, a cry of pleasure leaves as he eagerly empties himself in your mouth.

His eyes are now closed, his lip almost bleeding from his hard he is biting it, drool on the corners of his mouth as he huffs.

You swallow, finally letting him go as you try your best to breathe at the same time. He’s fallen back on the bed, completely spent.

He’s actually high on pleasure right now.

“F-Fuck…” he curses, barely conscious

“Happy birthday koo, I love you so much, baby.. but don’t fall asleep I made cake, come.”

You wipe your mouth, swallowing his taste, you’re not really gonna have cake because you’re more than full right now

But you bet he’s hungry

And the truth is, he’s starving

But for something else entirely

[decay-1]

Soldier!Ena makes me so gay, can I please ask for another imagine of her being domineering and where she maybe calls reader cute? 🥺����✨️

Here you go! I mixed in 2 requests in this one; hopefully you guys like the way I went with writing this!

I'm way 2 lazy to continue editing, so it's probably kinda ass, but yea, I'd love feedback!

“Not even a fool would leave your side, my dear.”

You would’ve been killed had she not come in at the last second, blowing a shot into your enemy’s guts and rendering them dead. 

Yet… She continued firing, no matter how much you told her to stop. It kept going, bullet after bullet, blood spill after blood spill, until the entity was ultimately unrecognizable. The blood filled the dirt, seeping into the cracks caused by the war and seeping under Ena’s feet. 

The blood rippled disgustingly with each shot ringing in the air.

“It’s DEAD, Ena!”

You ran over and grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her. Your warm touch seems to have woken her up from her dissociative state.

Her stare felt off. Her actions were so… unlike her; she’s never lost her cool this much to start wasting bullets on a nobody.

You were about to ask if she was injured, but she had thrown the gun onto the dirt and practically jumped onto you. She wrapped her arms around you, firmly, as if you would slip from her fingers at any moment. One hand was firmly wrapped around your waist, pushing you into her, and the other was behind your head. 

“Ena—? this isn’t the time nor place—”

“No matter—are you okay? Injured? Did anything get its hands on you?” She shouted breathlessly over the missiles, pulling back and putting her hands all over your person to check for injuries.

You could feel her tremble, and the slight stutter in her voice was hard to ignore. It gave you a bad feeling in your chest, specifically the left side, for some… strange reason.

“No—! no, I’m alright—” You dropped your gun to grab her shaky hands, halting her frantic search. Feeling just how shaky her hands were broke you all the more. “I’m okay thanks to you… But are you okay, Ena?” 

She froze at your question, her wide eyes looking into your worried ones, as if searching for something. Her mouth hung open, yet nothing came out, and she struggled to form a single thought. She looks down at her bloodied shoes for a moment. Your warm hands over hers calms her down, knowing that you’re still there with her.

Taking a much-needed, deep inhale and exhale, she looks up at you, a serene feel surrounding her. Her hands have stopped their trembling; she seemed confident now. And she smirks. 

Seeing her back to her usual self made you nearly start to form a smile of your own.

Her hands carefully rose up to your face; she gently rubbed your cheeks as a way to comfort both you and her. A building crashing down a while away made her hair flow. Beautifully, should you add. 

Wait, what? 

Stepping closer, she spoke smoothly. 

And suddenly you forget about the war raging behind you; you forget the ash and debris falling down like rain everywhere and into your lungs.

"I am by my lover’s side now, aren't I?"

Now it was your turn to be breathless. Did she just…? The area was already as blazing hot as it could be, yet she somehow managed to make you feel even warmer. That can’t be possible, can it? What the hell is she doing to you and…and your heart? The sound of it beating restlessly took over your senses. Was that normal? Is this an enemy attack? Are you dying?!

She chuckles at your state, swiftly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

She's going to be the death of you someday, 

“God, you’re so cute,” she hums, her nose a hair away from yours.

and somehow, you’re not against it.

You sweat-dropped from all the warm feelings bubbling up in your chest. Trying to think of something—anything— to say, you then remembered something:

“Hey—wait—aren’t you supposed to be on the other side?”

She tilted her head and spoke as if it was obvious.

“Not even a fool would think of leaving your side, my dear.”

[churipu]

jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[bunni-v1]

please I beg you,, some burning spice cookie x reader headcanons... 🥺💖

i love thinking about how the first time they met, burning spice tells reader that if they choose to follow him, they shouldn't expect him to save them if something bad happens.

but oh boy, what do you know! reader is caught in a bad situation and all they can think about is burning spice's words and they just... accept their fate.

... except... nothing bad happens to them. burning spice managed to block the danger with his axe and his arm protectively wrapped around reader 🤧💖✨️💕💕

🍓Hello Mutual. Ahodhwhdo, sorry that was so creepy, but I see you in my notes all the time and I've never actually interacted with you so lmaoooo. You're so right, btw, this is an exact situation that 100% happens. You can trust me, I was his left eyebrow. Only issue with this is we have like zero content to work off for him and Mystic Flower, like... devsis we can see who the favorite child is. Only sfw, because you didn't ask for nsfw and I don't wanna make anyone uncomfy <3

Tw: Aggressive affection; "Neglectful" behaviors; He's kinda toxic but it's hot (don't romanticize abuse irl please); a little suggestive like once or twice lol; grammar errors

Info: Buring Spice x Reader; Fluff & Angst; Sfw

-Burning Spice might be one of the most difficult cookies to be with, and this is coming from a Shadow Milk fan. He's just so impatient and so insatiable, it's not something a regular cookie could deal with easily.

-Before his corruption he was worshipped like a god, and he most certainly commanded respect from his followers. He likely didn't see any cookie worthy of his time, at least not romantically. Not to say he hasn't had flings or anything, cause I'm a firm believer that he did, but they weren't serious. If anything, they were all physical and for fun rather than anything serious.

-This attitude only gets worse post-corruption. Nothing is worth his attention, nothing is interesting enough, and he doesn't even try to engage anyone anymore they just won't do anything for him. All he wants is his souljam, and in the meantime, he'll destroy and crush whatever gets in his way.

-You are a member of the Wild Spices, a weak one at that. There was no reason for you to catch his eye, especially with how lackluster you were. No flashy moves, no impressive strength, actually you were bullied and picked on quite a bit by the others. No, there was nothing skin-deep special about you.

-What seemed to pique his interest was your spunk. No matter how many times you got knocked on your ass, you popped back up ready to go again. Not to mention that fiery determination and the mouth you had. In a sea of boring soldiers who worshiped the very ground he walked on, you were something special.

-Who else but you would mouth off to him, hm? You know better than anyone it's not a fight worth picking, but you still do. And in terms of wit and wordplay, you wipe the floor with his ass. He doesn't usually lose, but he did this time, because he can't keep up with that quick tongue of yours.

-What's really shocking to everyone is that he allows you to talk to him like that. He doesn't punish you for your disrespect, he just... allows you to do what you want. It would be so funny to see such a big guy be poked at if it weren't him.

-Your friends are worried for you because while they pick on you, they're not destruction incarnate. They can't crush you in one blow if they like, you can at least put up a fight with them. They advise you to stop while you're ahead, but you don't.

-You keep going, and Burning Spice just allows you to do whatever you like. It's increasingly obvious that he's got a soft spot for you, and it only makes your friends worry more. You don't want his attention on you, because once he grows bored, you're done for.

-It's likely that you're not even aware of what's going on. You probably find him mildly annoying because he's usually the one provoking reactions out of you. You do notice that you've been lifted in the ranks a lot since he started though. To the point that you went from never seeing him, to seeing him for hours at a time every day.

-He likes that sort of innocent naivety about you. You're funny, you're cute, you're his. Poor you, you have no idea the scariest guy alive has long since staked his claim on you.

-The other Wild Spices stop picking on you, any fights you might have to get significantly easier for you, and cookies seem to look at you with fear and respect. It's weird, and even you're aware that it's not earned at all.

-You're really oblivious as to why this is happening, but eventually, Burning Spice summons you to his presence. Alone. Really, you think he's going to finally crumble you for your mouth like your friends say... but he doesn't.

-"Shall we stop playing these games, they bore me."

"Games...? I wouldn't play games with a cookie like you."

"Just admit your feelings for me, I won't deny you."

"...what..."

-You kind of stand there like an idiot for a long while, just staring at him. You're going through the past few weeks, and suddenly it all makes sense. And like an idiot, you shout, "You like me?"

-Yes, he does, and he's not shy about that fact. Why are you so shy about it. However, he does like the way your dough heats at the realization.

-Things escalate rather quickly from that point on. You go from "higher rank" to practically glued to his side. He likes having you nearby, to make sure he can keep an eye on you. You are now a weakness of his, and he's not going to allow you to be used against him.

-He does give you personal training -- well... Nutmeg Tiger Cookie gives you personal training. Burning Spice may be a brute, but he's not stupid enough to pit you up against himself. He likes you believe it or not.

-Nutmeg Tiger Cookie also knows better than to go too hard on you. If you come back with a grievous injury, it's her head.

-She respects you, if only because Burning Spice commands it. Regardless, she listens to you, and she's a surprisingly good personal trainer. You can actually hold your own in a fight thanks to her.

-Burning Spice claims that you are on your own on the battlefield and that if something happens to you it's up to you to save yourself. He doesn't have the time to waste on rescuing you like a damsel in distress. That's why he makes you go through the training and the work.

-...Only to make Shadow Milk Cookie look like the holiest truth-teller to have ever been.

-The second you're in any real danger Burning Spice is there. The sheer heat from his anger is enough to singe the edges of your clothes. He cannot believe the audacity of this cookie, to even think of trying to destroy what's his? It's a death sentence.

-He's protective of you, it just manifests differently from other cookies. It's not an overbearing or obvious kind of protection, but it's there when it needs to be. When you need him, he'll be there, and that's all that matters in the end.

-While he isn't exactly a romantic, he finds the expression of love in the traditional sense to be boring, he is sweet in his own way. The protection is just one aspect of that.

-Another way he shows how much he cares about you is his tendency to listen. He is not a patient cookie, it's almost impossible to get him to sit still for longer than a few minutes. But if you're talking, he can sit and listen for as long as you like.

-He will complain that he's bored, but he listens and he stays put. I would not recommend making direct eye contact while he listens, it becomes increasingly obvious that he doesn't blink the longer you stare, and it's kind of terrifying.

-He's not faking listening either, he remembers whatever you say. Months later he'll bring it up, or he'll answer questions about it without thought. He takes the time to know you, even if it seems like he wouldn't.

-If anyone questions his devotion to you or your devotion to him, they will suffer serious consequences. Burning Spice Cookie does not enjoy his intentions being questioned, he's very straightforward, and he makes no move to hide his affection for you. If someone is questioning that, they can only have poor intentions. He will not have you torn away from him because of some spineless cookie.

-He carries you around a lot. Like most of the time, you're being carried around by him. He likes to have you in his arms, it's reassuring in a way, that nothing can happen to you if he literally has you on his person most times.

-It's a frequent sight for the Wild Spices to see him walking around with you on his shoulders, slung over his back, or being carried around under one arm.

-If he is sitting, you are on his lap. No arguments about it, he wants you on his lap and that's where you'll be.

-He just likes to hold you. You're much smaller than him, even if you're a larger cookie, so he enjoys holding you nice and close. Fuels his ego a bit.

-Sometimes he'll just gaze at you, and you have no idea what's going on in his head. He'll twirl your hair around his fingers, sometimes even pressing a kiss to its tip. He just thinks you're so stunning, the perfect cookie to keep at his side for eternity. His right hand, his whole world, right there in front of him. Call him sappy, but he can't control how his dough aches for you.

-After watching you for so long, he'll kiss you and then move on to whatever he needs to do next. It leaves you reeling and overwhelmed each time. He's just so intense and so impossible to read, but at least you can't doubt his devotion to you.

-Speaking of kisses, his are overwhelming much like everything else about him. He doesn't accept half-assed work, so no light or fleeting kisses. They're all deep and full of emotion, full of passion for you.

-It feels as though he's trying to swallow you whole. He pulls you close so there's no room between you. He smells warm, like spice, but it's not as overwhelming as you might think. What is overwhelming is how he pushes his tongue past your lips and feels around your own.

-His tongue is forked like a snake, and it always takes its sweet time tasting you like that. It's like he's trying to commit to memory what you feel like, obsessively swallowing up whatever you'll give him. It leaves you breathless and lightheaded when he pulls away, but he'll only give you a smirk while he lets you stumble around.

-Now, Burning Spice is not a jealous cookie, not remotely. he has no worries of losing you to any other cookie because there is no one else who would be worthy of your time. Not even the other beasts, though he will get angry if they try to take up your time.

-He is, instead, very possessive of your time. If he keeps you by his side, no one can really make him jealous. If someone does take up your time, he gets annoyed and antsy. It takes a while for him to cool down after the fact, so you'll have to smother him in affection to make him feel better.

-Speaking of, he loves to be worshipped by you. Not in the get on your knees and pray way, but literally worshiping him. Praise him for his strength, his looks, and how wonderful he makes you feel. How much you love him. It makes him purr like an oversized cat.

-Oh, and he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, or if you play with it a little. You can put whatever style on him you like, and he'll wear it around with pride. He doesn't care about the looks he gets, you did it so it's something he's proud of.

-That's a good way to categorize your relationship, and pride in each other. He wants you to brag about being with him, you should be proud to be with him. You are worth his time, everyone should know that. If anyone questions that, he'll correct them, don't worry.

-He equally finds pride in being your partner. He chose you for a reason, there are many traits of yours that he finds admirable. He wants everyone to know what is so special about you, he wants everyone to know that he loves you. He's proud of loving you and being yours as much as you are his.

-So, yes, he'll wear his hair in silly styles. He'll carry you around and be affectionate to you around other cookies. He'll wear matching jewelry for you. He would happily do anything to show you off, and he loves to show you off.