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transmascaraa · 3 months

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!lyney and lynette bday special!

since it was your bf's and his sister's bday, you decided to surprise them with something...

bf!lyney x gn!reader (ft. lynette and freminet)

author's note: HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BDAY ARTTT?? BABYGIRL IS ADORABLEEEEE😭💗 anyways i hope you guys like this cuz i tried my best to do something special for his(and lynette's) bday and yeah👍

"happy birthday, magic man!"

-it was finally that day.

-the 2nd of february.

-your boyfriend's birthday, lyney, and his twin sister's, lynette.

-you and freminet, their younger brother, had been planning this surprise for weeks now, you needed it to be perfect

-they really deserve it, even more than that

-so, as for what you and freminet got lynette...

-you got her a fancy dress, some cute hair clips, and a cat plushie, that looked like her!

-you were confident that she'd like it.

-and as for lyney...

-a bouquet of flowers. roses. all kinds, all types, roses.

-lynette and freminet told you that his favorite flowers are roses but told you to blame it on the little birdie.

-you, separately, also bought him a fuzzy warm red blanket, but sprayed your perfume/cologne on it, so it reminded him of you.

-while the both of you bought him his favorite candy, to which you were sure he would love!

-and finally, you and lynette planned out a perfect date for you and him.

-this is how it went...

-"hey, lynette, so i thought about bringing him to an expensive date with me, what do you say?" you asked her while sipping your tea.

-"how expensive are we talking? $100-$200 or like you eat money for lunch?" she asked, glancing at you from behind the teacup.

-"hmm... like... we eat money for lunch." you replied, smiling innocently.

-"alright... i recommend "gâteaux de coeur". it's very expensive, and that's why there's not much people there. it'll be worth it, i think." she suggested. (help i used google translate for "heart cakes" is it correct???)

-"i'm on it!" so you were already reserving the seats...

-a bit later, you decirated your whole entire house.

-gifts everywhere.

-with the help of freminet, of course.

-the two of you set up everything, and then freminet called them to come tomorrow.

-anytime.

-and so, tomorrow came soon.

-lyney and lynette rang the doorbell, but nobody opened it.

-you and freminet hid behind the couch, with confetti ready in your hands.

-"hellooo?" lyney said as he opened the door. it was unlocked.

-"happy birthday!" you and freminet jumped out when they came in, blasting the confetti everywhere.

-"o-oh... wow... thank you..." lyney could barely speak, he was left flabbergasted by this.

-he was so caught off guard that he had no mask on anymore. pure shock.

-"woah... thank you, you two." lynette added. she's usually there with a neutral expression on her face, but she was surely surprised this time.

-so, after talking a bit and eating some cake...

-freminet and you gave them the gifts. they opened them, all 4 of you sitting on the floor in a circle.

-first, lynette opened her presents.

-"i love these... the plushie... it's cute. and the dress is nice too. and these hair clips will come in handy." she said, thanking you both.

-and then, lyney opened his.

-he saw the gifts, and just buried his head in your thighs. he was blushing hard.(most normal lyney behavior)

-"thank you..." was all he muttered, inhaling your scent from the blanket that he put close to his chest, and your scent itself...

-it was the best birthday he could ever ask for...

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I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

IT'S SO CUTE

HELP I LOVE LYNEY

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x gn reader #lyney fluff #genshin impact lyney #lyney #lyney and lynette #lyney and lynette and freminet #THIS IS MAYBE MY MOST FAVORITE ONE SO FAR🙌#⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

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enkas-illusion · 5 months

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3, 2, 1… Blow The Candle

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, eventual smut, oral (m.receiving), explicit sexual content, language, angst, sexually frustrated Geto.

Summary: What is the best birthday gift for Suguru, you ask? Riling him up till he reaches his breaking point before surprising him on his birthday with a gift he’ll never forget (aka, you give him the best head he’s ever received).

Author's Note: Hello, I was down bad for Suguru, wanting to give him the glock-glock 9000 and boom, this one-shot was born. I was too lazy to write the entire smut scene but let me know if you’d like a Part 2, I could use the extra motivation T.T

Thank you for reading!

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Religion by Lana Del Rey

Geto Suguru wasn't the kind to celebrate his birthdays with much enthusiasm — it's not that he hated them… he just couldn't care less about them. For him, it was just a reminder of another year passing. And although he never said it out loud for fear of sounding too cheesy, he cared more about the time he got to spend with his people.

So this year, you wanted to please your boyfriend in a way that he preferred, giving him a good time that would be hard to forget. You’d both taken leaves from work for tomorrow to get some alone time all day together before going out for dinner with friends.

With just a few hours till midnight, you were making mental notes of everything you had planned for tomorrow, ticking each item off your checklist. Last year, you’d gotten him an electric guitar, based on Satoru’s recommendation – which Suguru loved, of course, but he had joked that you could simply bake him a cake and he’d be the happiest man on earth.

Which was ironic coming from someone who’d constantly bombard you with flowers and presents for relationship milestones and celebrations that were days or even months away. Suguru was all for spoiling his girl but when it came to receiving, his love language was, more often than not, physical touch.

And that’s what you decide you’d do. Your plan was to make tonight extra special. So, while you had materialistic gifts lined up, you had other things in mind to please the birthday boy.

You’d asked a friend to bake a batch of hash brownies, paying extra for good quality stuff, since you knew that’s how Suguru liked it – he was the type to easily distinguish good quality weed from the subpar one.

You’d also ordered a custom made jersey of his favourite rugby team with his birth date ‘03’ on the back. Since Suguru can sniff out a surprise in an instant, you’d taken extra steps to get it delivered at Satoru’s address instead of yours.

On your way back from work in the evening, you’d received a call from your boyfriend, asking if you could bring take-out since he was too occupied with work to take on dinner duties tonight. You’d agreed, secretly cheering as it would be the perfect opportunity to make a few stops to pick up the brownies from your friend’s and the jersey from Satoru’s place.

When you arrive home to find him seated at the dining table, eyes fixed on the table, you almost fear that he’d gotten back earlier than expected.

“Baby, weren’t you working till late?” you question as you place the food parcel on the table before walking towards him to place a kiss on his temple. He brings his hand up to give you a side hug, not peeling his eyes off the screen.

“I am, I brought the work laptop home since I figured it’d take too long… would rather work here till late than at the office.”

“Will you be working late into the night?” you ask, feeling a bit disappointed.

“Oh no, I’d be done before midnight hopefully… I know your obsession with wanting to be the first to wish me.” he chuckles. You quickly make an excuse of freshening up to hide your handbag into the cupboard, before returning to the living room again for dinner.

When you’re done with dinner, he quickly gets back to typing away hastily on his laptop. You quietly make your way to the bedroom, locking it behind you. You take the jersey, the box of brownies and other gifts out of your fully stuffed handbag… thanking the heavens for the nth time that your boyfriend was too focused on work to notice anything odd.

After wrapping his gifts and stacking them away in the cupboard, you take your time to shower and shave for the special occasion. You put on a white, skimpy, lace lingerie that leaves barely anything to the imagination before wearing his rugby jersey on top. You twirl in front of the mirror, noting that the jersey nearly covers your ass but would ride up easily if you bent down.

Your heart beats faster as you place a pair of leather handcuffs in a red paper box with black ribbon, placing it next to the box of brownies on the bed. You knew things were going to get wild so you recall your safe word ‘monkey’ just in case, but don’t fixate on it much since you trusted your boyfriend to know just how much he can push you before it gets too much.

You had mentally prepared yourself for a sexually frustrated Suguru since you hadn’t allowed him to touch you for about 15 days now, which was the longest he’d gone without your touch ever since you started living together almost more than a year ago.

Usually you’d run to him to fuck you on your period since it always helped you with your cramps, but for the first week, it became an excuse to act cranky and bratty, which he took without complaining. You were aware that you probably shouldn’t press his buttons so much since his payback would be 10 times worse but you couldn’t help yourself since it was just so damn easy to rile him up. It revealed his animalistic side in bed, leaving no room for the gentle lover that he sometimes was, and you were a sucker for that.

You loved being ravaged by him because the aftercare was even better. Besides, it wasn’t easy for you either, to act so dumb and innocent in front of him while actively trying to seduce him throughout this whole week. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones when he wasn’t even trying to seduce you. Your boyfriend was simply existing and it was enough to get you wet.

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d quickly realised you were on par with him when it came to being horny to the point of borderline sex addict. For a short time, he had your number saved as ‘my succubus <3’ briefly to tease how much you craved his touch all the damn time. It didn’t last for long however, since you made him change it back to your name when Satoru accidentally read it when you’d called Suguru’s phone and started calling you that out loud at insanely inappropriate times in public.

So imagine your boyfriend’s surprise and confusion when you, of all people, were asking for space because you ‘simply don’t feel like it.’ He respected your wishes, being a respectful gentleman, not wanting to overwhelm you.

Though you knew his patience was wearing thin and almost broke 3 days ago. You’d gotten out of the shower and dropped your towel to the ground as you paced around the room naked, taking longer than usual to decide what dress to put on, moving your hips seductively to The Weeknd’s more explicit and dirtier songs playing softly on your phone. He’d muttered a ‘for fuck’s sake’ before making his way to the bathroom for a quick shower, trying to calm himself down. He only stepped out of the bathroom when he was certain you’d left the house, a few moments after gently knocking on the bathroom door to inform him that you were leaving for work.

When Satoru had asked you why Suguru had been more irritated for the last two weeks, you told him about denying him sex to rile him up. Satoru chuckled, calling you devil incarnate… maybe so, but this devil was sure going to have the time of her life soon so it was a win-win for you.

As you spray on some perfume you know he loves, you hear his voice call out your name. You check the time and gasp – it’s 11:49PM. You place the red box on the bed for later, checking yourself out and fixing your hair one last time before opening the bedroom door.

“Baby, did you fall asleep?” Suguru speaks while sliding it into the bag and placing it on the coffee table. His back is turned to you so you think he doesn’t notice you tip-toeing into the living room.

“And here I was thinking you almost forgot it’s my birthd-” he abandons the joke, his words getting caught in his throat when his eyes land on you as he turns around.

“Hi,” you giggle sheepishly, suddenly conscious about the way his eyes roam over your body. But you snap out of it just as quickly.

Pull yourself together – you have a plan to execute, a mission to accomplish!

“Sugu, do you like your present? The jersey?” you ask, feigning innocence as you twirl in place. He’s checking you out shamelessly with a devilish look on his face, “Love it.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should put it on to see if it fits.” you reply as you seductively remove the top and toss it at him. He catches it, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he observes your antics in amusement – so this is what the forced abstinence was about.

“You’re right, we really should make sure it fits.” he peels off his own shirt before putting the jersey on in one swift motion.

“Perfect.” you smile at him as you walk to where he’s standing near the sofa, your hands landing on his chest as you caress the fabric gently to smoothen the crinkles.

You could melt under how intense his gaze feels. You bite your lip as you blush, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. He gives your ass a firm squeeze before lightly spanking it, causing you to yelp in surprise as his arms snake around your waist, trapping you.

“Baby, you are in so much trouble tonight.” he brings his lips closer to your ear, biting your earlobe.

“I’m counting on it.” you giggle at the tingling sensation of his lips on your neck. You pull yourself out of his arms and he lets you, following behind when you guide him by his wrist to settle him on the sofa.

“Let me make it up to you, birthday boy,” you say, bending down in front of him, intertwining your fingers with his to pin them to his sides.

You kiss him softly and ever so slowly before letting it deepen. Even with you trying your best to not let him touch you just yet, you know it's a useless effort given that your strength is nothing compared to his. Suguru tightens his grip, fingers still tightly intertwined with yours as he moves your hands to your lower back to lock them there.

You try to wiggle your hands out of his hold and feel him letting go. You try to take back control but his rough grip on your hips indicates otherwise as he pulls your body onto his till you're straddling him.

You let out a groan as you put your hands on his chest and pull away to catch your breath, feeling his hard poke against your ass. Your hand reaches to your side to pull his wrist to your face as you check his watch, the screen lighting up just on time as 11:59PM turns to 12:00AM.

“Happy…” you give him a small peck on his forehead, “Birthday…” another one on the tip of his nose, “Babyyy.” last one landing on his lips.

He's smiling into the kiss as his grip relaxes a bit. You take the opportunity to slowly move down till you’re kneeling between his legs. You hastily unbutton his pants and he lifts his hips up to let you take them off completely.

Your hand strokes his dick as you lick the tip gently. You slide down his foreskin to reveal his wet tip, your mouth watering at the sight – Suguru might just have the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

“Missed this lil’ guy so much.” You tease and he lets out a snort, if there’s one thing that Suguru will never take an offence at is you joking about his dick, it simply doesn’t faze him – and why would it? He knows he’s big.

Your tongue rolls over his tip, causing him to sink down into the sofa, spreading his legs out further. You lick up the base before taking a few inches in your mouth as you hear your boyfriend let out a low groan.

He rests his head back as his eyes close, enjoying the way your tongue feels on his cock after so long. The peace doesn't last however, when his phone rings in the pocket of his pants.

Mouth still connected to him, you reach a hand down to where his pants are bundled up and pull out his phone to silence it, tossing it onto the sofa next to him. You look up at his face as your mouth moves up and down his length.

His phone rings again in a few seconds.

“For fucks sake…” he mutters as he looks at who's calling. You release his dick from your mouth, letting your hand take over.

“Who is it?” You ask, kissing at the base.

“Satoru.” he sighs, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “He's gonna keep calling till I answer.”

“It's okay, go ahead,” you assure him, your hands still.

He nods as he answers the call. But right as he's about to greet his best friend on the other end, you take him in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat slightly as you steady your hands on his thighs.

Suguru cusses out a loud ‘fuck’ as his hands move to your hair, gripping at your strands to steady your movements.

“Hello?” You can hear Satoru's confused tone.

“Sorry… I hit my… elbow.” Suguru speaks into the phone, almost mumbling the excuse, eyes closing as he tries to collect his thoughts.

“Happy birthdayyyyyy best frienddd!” You hear the blondie's sing-song squeal.

“Thank you Satoru.” Suguru says rather plainly, trying to sound as serious as he can. You’re determined to break him though, so you suck him the way only you know makes him lose his mind each time.

He moans as his hand wraps around your hair to take it in a makeshift ponytail. He yanks it… you know it's his way of asking you to behave.

“I was honestly gonna knock on your door with a cake at midnight… but my favourite bakery was closed since the owner's away… thankfully, she'll be here tomorrow so I'll see you in the morning with only the best cake ever! Soooo what were you up to?” you hear Satoru's rambling on the other end, loving that him being so talkative is wearing Suguru’s patience out.

Your hands move to massage his balls and the base of his cock while your head bops in a steady rhythm, earning a soft groan as he moves his phone away from his face, putting it on mute.

“Careful baby, this is your only warning.” he groans before unmuting. You release his dick with a pop.

Satoru is still going on when you hear him ask if he's the first to wish Suguru. Just as your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak, you lick at his sensitive tip, almost causing him to moan. He clears his throat to cover it up as he struggles to speak, “yeah… you are.”

“No way! So I beat your girl to it?!” Satoru rejoices.

“Yeah you did… She’s aslee- I’d hate to… wake her up… Bye.” Surugu cuts the call, not waiting for a reply. He tosses his phone to the side, eyes staring you down as you keep on blowing him.

“Baby, if you enjoy having your face stuffed so much…” his grip on your hair tightens while his other hand caresses your cheek briefly, deceitfully gentle, “... let me show you how it’s done.”

Before you can register his words, you feel his dick hit the back of your throat, tears instantly welling in your eyes. You choke, letting out a few muffled moans and whimpers as he face fucks you, taking back his control.

The intensity feels too much but not enough for you to bail just yet. For times like these, where you cannot speak, you had a safe gesture, tapping his ass thrice on repeat… he’d protested initially by suggesting you do something else but you’d justified it by saying this was the only action that would seem out of place. He has accepted by now that, when it comes to arguments, he can never really win against you. He gave in eventually, still confident you wouldn’t ever need to use it cause, “I’m sure you’ll take anything I give you like a good girl.” One would say he was being too cocky but his words were like holy scripture, you obeyed every single word.

Within minutes, he’s warning you that he’s about to cum, since he knows you’ve never really been a fan of swallowing. He’s about to pull out to cum on your tits but you swat his hand away, surprising him by sucking him even more fervently. Such a simple action is enough to make him lose his mind. He shoots his load into the back of your throat, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to swallow it all.

When he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connects it with your lips. You bring the back of your hand up to wipe your lips while he leans down to wipe your tears off your cheeks.

As he observes the black residue of mascara on his fingers, you grip his thighs for support as you stand up. He looks back at you, “God… I love you.”

“I love you too Suguru.” you smile at him as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, pulling you closer to kiss your abdomen. You giggle and run your fingers through his hair. He brings his arms up to secure them around your lower back before tackling you to the sofa in one quick motion, moving to position himself on top of you.

“SUGURU! I almost had a heart a-” he shuts up your complaint with a kiss and you let your words melt as you kiss him back, moaning at the way his hands rake whatever area of your skin they can find.

Your hands automatically move to his hair as he leaves hungry half kisses over your neck, making his way down to one of your breasts. He licks and bites the hard bud from over your bra, causing you to whimper at the touch. He repeats the action on your other nipple as wet patches form on the fabric.

Your breath hitches when you feel two fingers rub at your clothed pussy, already wet with your arousal.

“Wait… Sugu– please, wait.” you breathe out as he rubs your folds with more pressure.

“Baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without fucking you tonight.” he groans as his eyes find yours, his face contorted.

“Suguru, I’m not letting you sleep a wink tonight…” you reassure him, cupping his face in your hands to give him a quick peck, “... but please take me to the bedroom first, I might have another present or two for you.”

#erensbirdie #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsukaisen x reader #geto x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto smut #geto suguru #jjk geto

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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MYFI Bradley trying to keep baby Seresin quiet because the baby’s sleeping next door is something I think about too much

“You know how many times I just read ‘Goodnight, Mr. Moon’?” Bradley asks as he walks into your shared room, shaking his head and tugging his hoodie off, dumping it into the hamper. He spins towards you, exasperated, “Six! Six time— oh.”

He stops talking, brows drawing together just slightly, lips still hanging open in that oh shape as he takes his time to look you over. Laying on your front across your shared bed, knees bent up so that your heels are touching your ass and your ankles are crossed.

“What’s … What’s the occasion?” Bradley breathed out, glancing down at his sweatpants with marker stains on them, then looking back to you. All dolled up in the sexiest lingerie he has ever seen, batting your eyelashes at him.

You push yourself up from your front, letting your lips drag slowly across your bottom lip as you settle down onto your knees, giving him a perfect view of the set you had selected. “A little birdie told me that it’s someone’s birthday.”

It is. Of course it is. It’s his fucking birthday. He’s twenty-six tomorrow. He was too busy with the kids to notice. A four year old that constantly wants to climb him like a jungle gym and a two year old who’s determined to put everything she finds in her mouth, and both of them needing multiple bedtime stories a night just to get to sleep, it’s a lot to juggle. And he’s up for a promotion too.

Hence, the treat.

“Are you gonna come to bed, Lieutenant? — Or are you just going to keep standing there?” You tease him, lips quirking up into a sly smile. He grins at you, not needing to be convinced any further before he’s walking in wide strides towards the bed, tackling you onto your back.

You smile widely between kisses, tangling your fingers into his short curls, draping your legs around his hips. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s pushing down his sweats to free his straining cock, kicking the material down his legs and letting you push him onto his back.

He bites hard on his lip as you take him into your mouth, sucking expertly, working that warm tongue around his length. His brows knit together as you moan around him, the vibrations sending shocks through his body but making him go tense.

“Baby, I love you so much and I fucking love what you’re doing,” Bradley pants, fingers curling tight into the sheets as he fights to keep from bucking his hips. “But if you wake those kids up, I might just start crying.”

You lift your mouth off of him and look up, grinning devilishly as you watch him through your lashes. “You going to do something to shut me up, Bradshaw?”

He groans softly, flipping the two of you so that he can manhandle you onto your stomach and line himself up at your entrance. You gasp softly as he rests a hand on the back of your head to muffle your sounds into the sheets.

“Damn right I fucking am,” He leans down to pant into your ear as he sinks into you, revelling in the way your sounds muffle into the mattress. You feel him smile as his lips graze your ear. “But don’t you dare stop making those sounds. I want them all, but just for me.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin #trouble in paradise #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #thots week!#my future in you

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[!] there might be nsfw content, so please be aware of the disclaimers and proceed with caution. minors do not engage/interact if content is stated to be nsfw.

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solace w/ txt / [all members] here

little things w/ txt / [all members] here

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love bites w/ txt / [all members] here

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can i call you tonight? w/ txt / [all members] here

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comfort crowd [comfort fluff, 1.4k words]

feed you my love [fluff, silly, cute, 3.1k words]

[tba] windflowers brought me back to you [angst to fluff, exes to lovers, ? words]

[tba] touch, play, pause [fluff, 18+ (smut), ? words]

[tba] drop dead silence [fluff, silly, 3.3k words]

[tba] late night service [comfort fluff, ? words]

[tba] love and attention, now!

[tba] zer0 to her0 (you’re my home) [rockstar!gyu, runawaylovers!au]

🐿 taehyun

here with you [comfort fluff, slight angst, 1.8k words]

🐧 kai

[tba] not so innocent [fluff, 18+ (smut), ? words]

[💌] you have [2] group requests...

close to you w/ txt / [all members] here

bitter dream, sweet reality w/ txt / [all members] here

scent of a lover w/ txt / [all members] here

[📮] you have [9] requests...

[🐰] can’t take my eyes off of you [fluff, 695 words]

[🦊] just one snow angel on my mind... + [🐯] is it cold or is it just me? [fluff, less than 300 words each]

[🐧] embrace [comfort, 838 words]

[🐯] i got you [fluff, 410 words]

[🐧] love you (of course i do) [fluff, comfort, 513 words]

[🐯] accurate depiction + [🦊] got it [fluff, less than 300 words each]

[🦊] just let me love you [fluff, silly, 622 words]

[🐿️] mission failed successfully (?) [fluff, crack, 560 words]

[🐿] i bloom for you (even if you don’t know) [angst, 384 words]

📲 texts.txt_text messages with txt

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [1/?]

_random texts with bf!soobin [2/?]

_random texts with bf!yeonjun [3/?]

_random texts with bf!taehyun [4/?]

_random texts with bf!kai [5/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [6/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [7/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [8/?]

_good morning texts with bf!beomgyu [9/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [10/?]

#itswar (asking them to help you prank another member) with ot5 [11/?]

_confession texts with bff!beomgyu [12/?]

_impromptu trip in the middle of the night w/ ot!5 [13/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!yeonjun [14/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!beomgyu [15/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!soobin [16/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!kai [17/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!taehyun [18/?]

#txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #kpop scenarios #txt stories #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #txt fanfics #qqtxt #qqtxt: texts

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starsfic · 6 months

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What if azure were to discover red son and mk had a budding relationship or even caught them having their first kiss (or were about to).

I'm sure the melt down would be spectacular but I'm wondering if it finally have mk loose his patient with his dad.

Kid can't have a life outside the palace and what life he does have inside is full of restrictions that are getting stricter by the day as his 23rd gets closer.

I think it be the final straw for monkie kings too if mk ends up running to him crying his heart out over his boyfriend being sentenced to death or imprisonment.

I didn't actually get that far.

But, yes! Xiaotian and Red slowly get closer and closer, to the point that Peng notices and rats them out. However, Azure is used to Peng trying to stir up drama between him and Wukong, so he ignores this at first. (Peng is a jealous birdie.)

But soon enough, Xiaotian starts being less and less subtle about his "crush", to the point Azure starts noticing.

The eve before Xiaotian's birthday, Red- with the help of Xiaojiao and Freenoodles- slips Xiaotian onto the roof of the palace. In a rare burst of romance, he made them a moonlit picnic. His plan is to bust Xiaotian and Wukong out during the bustle of the party tomorrow, but Red just wants a moment of peace.

He and Xiaotian kiss, and Red admits who he is and why he's there, noticing too late Xiaotian pale before Peng slams him down, flanked by Azure and Yellowtusk. Furious at his inability to dodge prophecy and Red sneaking in, Azure decides to add an execution to Xiaotian's birthday. Xiaotian runs.

Soon after, Azure storms into Wukong's chambers. Red refused to admit to anything, but Azure is willing to guess that Wukong knew that DBK's son was here!

Wukong glares at him, gently stroking Xiaootian's head as he sobs into his lap.

#Prophecy Father AU #LMK #LMK AU #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping #au #Stars Answers #Red Son #Qi Xiaotian #Azure Lion #Sun Wukong

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ladybirdswritings · 7 months

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BEAUTY AND THE HYBRID - Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

summary: the slip of burlap rope brings an unsuspecting girl into the arms of a vicious, bloodthirsty creature.

warnings: mentions of ab*se, stockholm syndrome, captivity, dea*h, and violence.

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one

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Birdie!"

My face tints a rose-like pink, burning at my cheeks as I scold my sister with wide eyes. She is happy today, and that's rare for us. Regardless, happy or not, her sailor's mouth never fails to mortify me. The patrons of this syrup scented diner stare for a moment, but return to their meal soon enough.

Birdie is fourteen today, and her eyes are eager and swimming with starvation as she inhales the powdered sugar air. I can't really afford this, not right now at least. Probably not tomorrow either, but today is her birthday. She'll only be fourteen once and- mom would have done the same thing. In fact, mom did do the same thing. Many times for me. When I turned twelve, we snuck into a cake shop and ate each sugared treat cased in glass displays. That was my favorite birthday.

I am not brave enough or- stupid enough to steal from anyone else. I have done enough of that this week.

"Dude, they have french toast coated in chocolate syrup."

Birdie is drooling now, I smile at her.

"Whatever you want, Birdie."

It's sad, how this is like Christmas for her. A warm meal at a shitty Mystic Falls Diner for the big one four. I will do more, soon. This however, it will be dealt with if I just take over Riley's night shift at the Grille- she won't mind the time off anyways.

The waitress is a strawberry blonde, her legs seem to go for miles. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her smile is tinted pink. Birdie wastes no time.

"Chocolate syrup french toast please! Heavy emphasis on the chocolate syrup... Ooh! And a stack of four pumpkin pancakes with whipped cream and lots of bacon and eggs on the side. Some orange juice too."

The waitress stifles her grin as she jots Birdie's order down on yellow pad paper.

"And for you?"

Birdie looks at me hopefully. I gaze into her eyes for a moment and pretend that my next words will be a request of pumpkin pancakes too.

"Oh that's everything, I'm not hungry."

Guilt floods them,

"I can hold off on the pump-"

"No Birdie, really I am not hungry."

I'm starving. My stomach growls in protest, luckily quiet enough for only me to hear. Birdie believes me, at least I hope she does as she sinks back into the booth.

The waitress smiles sympathetically, nodding once before scurrying off.

Birdie is impatient, drumming her fingers on the cherry wood as we wait. It isn't just the food she's impatient for. She groans.

"Ahhh- apple! C'mon- can't we just take a two second peek at what's in the big dumb thing?"

My brows twitch in discomfort and urgency, and I lift my finger to hush her. Maybe what that man said was all just to scare me, maybe he thought it was funny. It is the month of halloween after all, I have learned in my years here how serious all of Mystic Falls takes it. Still, I don't wan't to take any chances.

I shake my head at her,

"No. Not happening. That dude told us to keep this locked tight under all circumstances."

Birdie only rolls her eyes at that,

"Pfft. That guy was probably just trying to scare us. Ooh! I bet its drugs, or illegal weapons! Or illegal drug weapons!"

I shush her again.

"It doesn't matter what it is, it's not ours. I'm not opening it. I need it safe till midnight, till I get the payout and we get the hell out of Mystic Falls."

Birdie frowns, eyes gazing at the lonely jack-o-lantern glowing golden on the concrete outside.

"You think all that money is gonna buy us real fancy meds for dad? Like ones that'll get him better quickly?"

I wince at the question, I want to say yes but I truthfully don't know. He's worsened this month, I only hope these days. So does Birdie. It's her birthday, I can't make her sad.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out, we always do. Dad's gonna be fine. We're gonna have lots of money, money for medicine and money for unlimited pumpkin pancakes until you're at least forty three."

Birdie nods in agreement with that statement, "fuck yeah." she whispers. She tries to keep it discreet but, I hear it anyways. I ignore it.

The strawberry blonde waitress returns, juggling Birdie's food on a golden arm. She places four plates down in front of my lanky sister, her eyes light up like a million fireworks have ignited within them.

"Brought you a coffee pot sugar, its on the house."

The waitress, Karen, she smiles softly and it's warm like the coffee pot. She throws pink packets of sugar and small cups of cream in front of me. It'll keep me awake, I'm grateful. I thank her as I pour the bitter drink into the mug and breathe in the aroma.

Birdie is devouring her food as if it will up and leave her.

"My my, all this food. Today a special occasion?" Karen inquires, I nod with a warm grin.

"It's her birthday."

Karen gasps, "A birthday!? Well how old are you sweetheart? Old enough to pay the bill?" She jests.

Birdie shakes her head, teeth crushing a mixture of chocolate whipped pumpkin toast topped with bacon and egg. Whatever she could fit in her mouth. "Nope. Fourteen." She speaks muffled with a mouth full of food- her words are hardly audible, masked by her chewing. I repeat it to the waitress.

"Well then, a birthday calls for a special treat don't it? I'll go get one."

I nod gratefully, "Thanks. Hey um- do you guys have a bathroom?"

She points to the right and I slide out of the booth-gripping the white oak case in my hands. I'll bring it with me. I would be a fool to lose it, let alone leave it with my very occupied sister. I almost don't believe it's anything of importance, probably just some cruel prank. My intuition reminds me just how too good to be true it sounds. Yet, I am hopeful this month. So I'm playing along anyways.

My eyes are glued to the case as I walk right, so much so that I don't see the polished boots in front of me. I gasp, accepting the fate of the floor before it even greets me. We never meet. I clutch on to the fabric smelling of maple and bourbon. It tethers me, lifting me to my feet.

It is silent, I meet ice blue eyes.

Christ...

They bore past my very being, into something I don't even see myself. My soul, maybe. He is tall, tall enough that it makes me feel quite small. He has golden brown hair that curls at the tips, and golden brown stubble that surrounds pink lips. His eyes, they're all I see.

I stumble, he steadies me again with two strong hands.

"Holy shit!" Birdie calls, maybe amused- maybe relieved. She saw that, everyone saw that. My cheeks are pink again, as are the tips of my ears. The man's eyes wander around us, and it seems like that is enough for everyone. They all mind their business and return to their meals. As if he just cast a spell to detour their gazes.

His hands still grasp me as his eyes devour my composure.

"Are you all right?" His voice is like honey, stuck in a glass pot but glazing sweetness dripping from the very lid. It is deep, accented. He isn't from here.

I can't speak, I feel like I am crushed under his boot, the same one I tripped over. I only nod.

He releases me, slowly.

His eyes remain on mine, until they don't. He peers at the white oak case with an expression I cannot begin to describe. I watch him for a moment, analyzing. Fear strums at my core... its familiarity- I think. Or maybe I am just paranoid. I gulp, bending down to collect the case in my hands in an instant before he gets the chance to. I gaze at it, praying my fall didn't disrupt whatever lay inside.

He gazes at it too.

I have to speak now, otherwise I will be stuck frozen here.

"I apologize I um- I should have been paying more attention."

He doesn't tear his gaze away from the case. Not at first, for a moment that seems far too long for me to stomach. He breaks, eventually and a part of me is relieved but it seems a bigger part of me wishes he would just return his stare toward the case again. His eyes feel like they're burning through me. Like as if I try and speak again, my voice will falter to nothingness.

"You're alright, sweetheart. On you go."

Sweetheart. It calms the nerves. I nod gratefully, but his eyes returning to what is grasped in my hands just reminds me of why exactly I should be stepping rather than shaking. A gulp, then I am on my way, feet clashing against the noir tiles. Birdie is accompanied by the waitress, I catch glimpse in a napkin holder and sigh in relief as I push through the faded blue door.

I am eager to release the case from my burning hands, I was gripping it tight enough to callous my reddened palms. I throw it on the ceramic sink as the faucet squeaks, my trembling hands splash my pink face with warm water. I heat even more.

The mirror greets my pallid features, sunken in with exhaustion and hunger. It also meets my eyes, swimming with a melting pot of emotions. My breaths are shallow and labored, and my heart is pounding on its cages.

I splash my face again and yet? I cannot shake the feeling that this won't be the last time I see that man again...

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catindabag · 3 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (77)

Hilarius: Wovey! Hey, Wovey!

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown?

Hilarius: Yes, it’s me!

Wovey: What are you doing here?

Hilarius: I need to tell you something very important.

Wovey: But it’s the middle of the night and I’m going to bed now-

Hilarius: Hear me out, master!

Wovey: No, I’m going to sleep.

Coryo: *joins the scene* Hi, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Here’s your very expensive facial masks and hair spray.

Lucy Gray: And the cucumber?

Coryo: What cucumber?

Lucy Gray: Did you bring the fresh baby cucumbers?🥺

Coryo: They were too expensive.

Lucy Gray: This bird is sad now.

Sejanus: Here! *throws a bag of vegetables at Lucy Gray* I bought you your stupid baby cucumbers.

Lucy Gray: Thanks!

Sejanus: Pay up.

Lucy Gray: Free cucumbers! Yey!

Coryo: Are you going to eat them?

Lucy Gray: No, I’ll just put them in my eyes and then feed the rest to a sleeping Jessup.😊

Coryo: You do you, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: My squirrel friends also want me to tell you and your rich sugar daddy to buy them a new pair of the Capitol’s coziest socks!

Coryo: For what?

Lucy Gray: for my new puppet show!

Coryo: Your size or mine?

Lucy Gray: Bird size.

Coryo: Noted.

Marcus: What a weirdo.

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus!

Marcus: *goes back to sleep*

Sejanus: Marcus, wake up!

Marcus: No.

Sejanus: Don’t die! I’m here to support and feed you!

Marcus: I would rather die!

Sejanus: Really?

Marcus: If you don’t shut up and leave me alone!

Sejanus: But do you like to eat some baby cucumbers before I go home and cry my heart out again?

Marcus: Ew. No. Go away.

Domitia: I brought cake! Happy birthday, Tan Tan!

Treech: Who’s Tan Tan?

Tanner: Me. I’m Tan Tan.

Marcus: Nice. Let’s eat.

Mizzen: Cake! *screeches like a feral cat* Give! Give it to me!

Domitia: No. This is for Tanner.

Persephone: Hi, Mizzenmast!

Mizzen: Give me the cake, Percy! Give me the cake before the evil sea witch steals it from me!

Coral: Festus, give me a knife.

Festus: Plastic or paper?

Coral: Stainless steel.

Mizzen: Cake! I want cake!

Tanner: My cake ain’t for you, gremlin! It’s for me!

Mizzen: I’m me!

Tanner: It’s my birthday.

Brandy: No, it’s not! Your stupid birthday was last month!

Tanner: I have 2 birthdays.

Brandy: Then I have 4!

Lucy Gray: I have 12.☺️

Mizzen: Everyday’s my birthday!

Reaper: That doesn’t make sense.

Tanner: I’m special.

Mizzen: I’m special too!

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: It’s my birthday too!

Tanner: Liar!

Mizzen: You’re the one who’s lying!

Coral: Can somebody give me a f*ckin’ knife?! I need a knife!

Festus: How about a trident?

Coral: A big fork?

Festus: A golden fork.

Coral: You’re the best, bro.

Festus: I’m the best.

Tanner: Excuse me?! I’m the birthday boy. I’m the best!

Sejanus: *starts singing* Happy birthday, Tammy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner.

Coryo: *joins in and claps* Happy Birthday, Tony.👏

Domitia: Happy Birthday!

Festus: Happy Birthday!🎉

Persephone: Happy Birthday, Tommy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner!

Festus: Whatever you say, Tambourine. Now make a wish!

Tanner: Thanks.😑

Domitia: What’s your wish?

Tanner: To marry a super rich farm girl and live a happy life with our cute children and cows.

Domitia: Nice!

Hilarius: Can we sing again?

Lucy Gray: Let’s sing again!

Jessup: *suddenly wakes up* Is it morning already?!

Tanner: No! Go back to sleep.

Jessup: Oh, okay. Goodnight.😴

Tanner: Night.

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown, I want a strawberry cake. Can you buy me a strawberry cake for lunch tomorrow?

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Bobbin: Oi! Oi, you, shoo! Go away!

Hilarius: But-

Bobbin: Do you see that sign?! *points at a random wall*

Hilarius: What sign?

Sejanus: Is it a love sign?😀

Coryo: There’s no sign.

Bobbin: No Capitol idiots allowed after supper!

Hilarius: I’m not an idiot!

Festus: Yo, stop bullying Hilari! He’s already homeless!

Bobbin: No homeless idiots allowed!

Hilarius: I’m not homeless!

Tanner: Let’s eat!

Domitia: So who wants the first slice?😀

Coryo: Me. I’m hungry.

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: And I’m Mizzen!

Sejanus: Let me feed you, my love!

Mizzen: You’re ruining my cake!

Tanner: That cake is mine.

Coral: Gremlin, shut up!

Mizzen: Be gone, evil one! Be gone!

Domitia: Here’s a big slice for you, Tan Tan!

Tanner: Thanks, love.

Persephone: Mizzen, my bro, do you want a slice of cake too?

Mizzen: Yes, please. All of it.🥺🙏

Coral: None of it!

Sejanus: Marcus, do you want-

Marcus: I’m sleeping!

Sejanus: It’s chocolate! It’s your favorite!

Marcus: I’m allergic to chocolate.

Sejanus: It’s lactose free!

Marcus: I love milk.

Sejanus: It’s vegan friendly!

Marcus: Do I look like a f*ckin’ vegan to you?!

Sejanus: No.

Marcus: Then shut up!

Sejanus: Marcus, please!

Marcus: I’m going back to bed!

Sejanus: Coryo, help!😫

Coryo: Fine. Marcus, buddy, do you want a slice of Tanner’s cake? It’s chocolate and it’s really good.

Marcus: Make it 2. I’m hungry.

Coryo: Sure. Anything for 2.

Marcus: Thanks, Blondie. You’re the best.

Coryo: Of course I am.

Marcus: Whatever you say, love.

Sejanus: Coryo’s mine! He’s mine!

Marcus: Obviously! I’m not blind, Plinth! Your freaking “love marks” are all over Blondie’s neck!

Lucy Gray: They’re called hickeys, you uncultured swine!

Marcus: I know that!

Sejanus: That’s normal.

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Lucy Gray: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Wovey: What’s a love mark?

Lucy Gray: It’s when-

Dill: Birdy, shut up.

Sejanus: So what do you think?😀

Marcus: About what?

Sejanus: The cake!

Marcus: Ew. I don’t like cake.

Sejanus: But you said-

Coryo: Babe, let me do the talking.

Sejanus: Okay.😞

Coryo: So how’s the cake, bro?

Marcus: It’s super delicious!

Coryo: I know, right?

Marcus: I really love the chocolate cookies and the strawberry filling.

Coryo: True. Love them too.

Marcus: So who baked it?

Coryo: Domitia bought it from an exclusive expensive fancy little cake shop earlier this morning.

Domitia: For Tanner!

Tanner: Thanks, princess.

Domitia: I’m the Dairy Queen.

Tanner: My Dairy Queen.😘

Domitia: Are you my Dairy King?

Tanner: The ever handsome Dairy King of your heart, my love!

Mizzen: More like the diarrhea king!

Tanner: Mizzen, you little sh*t, shut the f*ck up!

Brandy: Yeah! Shut the f*ck up!

Mizzen: I’m the Food Emperor! Fear me and my bacon pizzas!

Coral: I give up. I’m going to bed.

Domitia: I love cows.

Tanner: I love them too.

Domitia: I hate ducks.

Tanner: I hate them too.

Domitia: You’re perfect!

Tanner: I’m special.

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Reaper: Bro, be normal!

Tanner: I’m special!

Lamina: Can I eat in peace?!

Treech: *bites Lamina’s cake*

Lamina: My cake!😭

Treech: Thanks.

Brandy: By the way-

Tanner: No.

Brandy: Where’s my big ass monster chicken?!

Persephone: No whole chicken today. Sorry.

Mizzen: Feed me more, Percy Price! Feed me more!

Persephone: Airplane or train?

Mizzen: Thomas and friends please.

Persephone: *sighs* Fine.

Wovey: I want strawberries.

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Wovey: That’s right!

Bobbin: Is Mr. Rich Clown your personal servant or something?

Wovey: Duh.

Bobbin: How?

Wovey: Bobby, unlike you and your stupid corn dog, I’m not a poor peasant who sleeps in a smelly cardboard box.

Bobbin: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Marcus: Can I have another slice?

Coryo: Sure. Here you go.

Marcus: Thanks. You single now?

Coryo: No, I’m still kissing and marrying my Seji Pie.

Sejanus: That’s right!

Marcus: Why are you even dating idiot Plinth in the first place?

Coryo: To be fair, we’ve been dating since. . .

Sejanus: Forever and ever and ever!

Coryo: Yeah, since forever.

Marcus: That’s rough, buddy.

Coryo: It’s fine. He’s super rich and he really loves me.

Marcus: He’s obsessed with you!

Reaper: Unhealthy obsessed.

Coryo: Same thing.

Treech: I’m super single. Wanna date me, Blondie?

Coryo: Sorry. I can’t. I’m not single.

Sejanus: We’re married!

Lucy Gray: I’m single!😀

Reaper: Thank Panem.

Treech: Thank you, Panem! We don’t need to see more weird talking rainbow birds in the future.

Lucy Gray: Too bad! I’m going to marry Panlo and his hair curlers!

Coral: Lol. The weird bird is going to procreate with the Panini Man!

Lucy Gray: I like bread anyway!

Sejanus: Mine! *hugs Coryo from behind* My Coryo! Mine!

Coryo: See. He loves me.

Marcus: Did idiot Plinth ever f*cked you or what?

Coryo: Literally or figuratively?

Marcus: You tell me.

Coryo: Both.

Marcus: Was he good?

Coryo: He stole my virginity.

Marcus: That’s unfortunate.

Coryo: It’s fine. He gives me a lot of money every time we fu-

Marcus: I don’t want to know!

Lucy Gray: I want to know!

Coryo: He’s sweet.

Sejanus: I’m sweet!

Marcus: He’s a menace.

Coryo: We’re working on it.

Sejanus: Coryo, let’s fu-

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Sejanus: But I want to-

Treech: Not in front of my cake!

Tanner: It’s my birthday! It’s my cake! I’m the special one!

Treech: Don’t care!

Lamina: Can I have another one?🥺

Mizzen: You’re ruining everything!

Coral: Treech, get the ropes again!

Treech: I’m not your servant!

Coral: Get the duct tape too!

Treech: Ugh! Fine!

Coral: Thanks, peasant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Coryo: Juno is not even here.

Sejanus: Kiss me, my love!

Coryo: In front of Marcus?!

Sejanus: Yes!

Marcus: What a loser.

Sejanus: I’m not a loser! I’m baby!

Marcus: Loser.

Sejanus: Fine! I��ll just crawl under a dark hole and die then!

Marcus: Good!

Sejanus: *starts crying*

Marcus: Cry harder!

Coryo: Bro, please stop bullying my sugar daddy. He’s very sensitive.

Marcus: Do better, Blondie!

Treech: I’m better!

Coryo: I’m doing my best!

Sejanus: I’m the best!😭

Coryo: Whatever you say, Babe.

Dill: Seriously, why are you guys even here?

Coryo: To celebrate Tan Tan’s birthday. Duh.

Dill: Is that all?

Coryo: No, but I can’t tell you.

Lucy Gray: Am I going to sing my love songs on stage now?

Reaper: No.

Lucy Gray: Can I sing on stage now?

Coryo: Maybe.

Reaper: I hope not.

Lamina: I’m scared!😭

Treech: I can backflip.

Tanner: No, you can’t.

Treech: Jealous, Tan Tan?

Tanner: Bobby Corn Poppy can backflip better than you, peasant.

Treech: I’m not a peasant!

Coral: Yo, servant, where’s the duct tape and ropes?!

Treech: I’m not a servant!

Coral: Of course not! You know that you’re not just a regular servant in my eyes, Lumberjack.

Treech: That’s right!

Coral: You’re my servant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Mizzen: Cake! Cake!

Coral: I’m stealing your plate.

Mizzen: Evil! Evil!

Wovey: Can I go back to sleep now?

Hilarius: Fine! I’m just gonna say it! I’m just gonna say it once!

Festus: Hilari, don’t!

Lucy Gray: Say it, clown boy! Am I going to sing on stage while the Magic Man’s cameras are rolling?!

Hilarius: You’re all going to-

Lucy Gray: Sing on television!

Reaper: Heck, no!

Lucy Gray: With the bees and birds!

Treech: I’m allergic to birds!

Hilarius: There’s more!

Coryo: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: You’re all going to perform on live television the day after tomorrow! There! I said it!

Reaper: Perform?!

Lucy Gray: Weewoo! I can’t wait!

Lamina: I’m not ready!😭

Coral: Perform what exactly?!

Hilarius: Anything! Free style! Backflips! Somersaults! Magic tricks! Card games! You tell me!

Treech: Nice!

Reaper: Panem, help me! Panem, help me! *starts praying again*

Dill: But why do we need to perform for the Capitol anyway?

Lucy Gray: Free money!

Coral: I do love money.

Coryo: We need sponsors.

Bobbin: Sponsors?! But you’re rich!

Coryo: I’m poor and so is Hilari.

Hilarius: I’m temporarily poor.

Sejanus: You were disowned.

Hilarius: Temporarily disowned.

Festus: And I have a whole family of rats to feed. So I’m also poor.

Persephone: My werewolf wannabe daddy needs his medication. So I can’t afford anything too fancy or too expensive at the moment.

Domitia: And I’m just a farm girl.

Coryo: A rich farm girl.

Dill: But what about my Mentor? His evil family’s rich, right?

Festus: True. However, our poor Class President’s very powerful mommy will never allow him to sponsor all of you.

Coryo: She won’t even sponsor us.

Dill: Why? She hates you?

Hilarius: She hates me.😔

Sejanus: She likes me. I’m rich.

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Festus: The mad madam is tragically allergic to charity, poor people, mole people, and homeless Hilari.

Reaper: Good for her! I’m allergic to idiots, birds, and weird people.

Lucy Gray: Oh! That explains why you hate yourself so much, Reaper!

Reaper: I don’t hate myself!

Lucy Gray: Poor miserable Reaper.

Reaper: I hate birds! Weird talking birds who can’t seem to shut up!

Treech: Same.

Coral: Me too.

Lucy Gray: That’s so sad! Do you want me to sing a beautiful love song for you?

Reaper: Go away, Baird!

Lucy Gray: I’ll sing a lovely song about weird talking birds then.

Reaper: Break a leg!

Lucy Gray: Thanks, bestie! I Hope you’ll like it!☺️

Reaper: Ew.

Dill: But is that the only reason?

Coryo: What reason?

Dill: The sponsorships and all that television stuff?

Coryo: No, our “prestigious” school is currently facing bankruptcy and we need a lot of money to pay off our debts but don’t ask why.

Reaper: Did you burn a big ass building down or something?

Festus: There was a flood.

Coryo: A man-made flood.

Persephone: It was my fault.

Coryo: Our fault.

Wovey: So what’s a vegan?

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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(Birdie will get a post like this once more of her story comes out. Also this got long on accident so it gets a cut. It's Buggy having some self doubt as always. But we've also seen Buggy as an adult with Sunny so he kind of grows out of this self doubt with his relationship)

Buggy isn't really feeling it when his birthday rolls around. He got a little too drunk at Sunny's birthday two months previously, made a comment about how hot the barmaid was and wondered what she looked like underneath those clothes, out loud mind you, in front of Sunny, and even though he apologized profusely and she forgave him, he still felt terrible about it.

And it was the day before his birthday and Sunny insisted he needed to drop her off at this certain village for the day which he did. He would do anything for her to make up how he acted. He gave her whatever berry he had as well, insisting she treat herself ("Honey, it's your birthday tomorrow" she said as she tried to hand it back to him. "Yea, well, then buy me something nice!" He insisted as he refused the money.)

And Sunny was gone almost all day. Buggy was worried, not that something happened to her but what if she... Just got tired of him and left?

She was so specific that it had to be this island she goes to on this particular day, the day before his birthday. Was it planned? Was his birthday present a divorce after almost two years of marriage? He felt it would be justified. Sunny would be better off marrying someone else anyways.

So he decided to celebrate early with a bottle of rum with himself. He shut himself away in the bedroom with it, figuring he was alone now that the love of his life decided she was tired of him.

He was halfway through the bottle when the door opened and he heard the sweetest sound: her voice.

"I'm back! I got things to make you dinner tomorrow." Sunny told him as she shut the door. "And your birthday present, of course."

When she saw him sitting on the ground, back to the bed as he slumped forward, she paused for a moment. "Buggy?"

"I thought you were gonna leave me." He sniffled. "I'm a terrible husband."

Sunny sighed and walked over to him, taking the bottle of rum out of his hands and moving it out of reach. "That's enough of that. Anyway, you'll never guess who I ran into in town, Buggy. I saw Kuro again! He dresses so sharp, you know. I like to think I can have bragging rights over helping pirate captains with their wardrobes."

Buggy could only listen, feeling more and more miserable. Of course Sunny would meet someone she knew. She knew as many pirates as Buggy but she got along with them (even if some asked to marry her). Kuro being in town was another stab in Buggy's heart. She was going to leave him for Kuro.

"Hey, do you want your present now or tomorrow?" Sunny asked as she turned to look at Buggy. He wasn't paying attention to her, which was a surprise. She walked back over and knelt down in front of him. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My birthday is tomorrow and you're divorcing me!" Buggy whined. "I'm a terrible husband, I don't deserve you! You-You're leaving me for Kuro, aren't you?

"Wait, what? No!" Sunny stared at him in shock. "Why would you think that?!"

"B-Because you wanted to come here and- and he is better looking than me!" Buggy's hand grabbed the rum and brought it back over to him. He took a few more large gulps before Sunny managed to pull it away from him again.

"I'm not divorcing you!" Sunny insisted. "Buggy, is this about my birthday?" He nodded and grabbed the bottle back from her. Sunny sighed. "Honey, I told you it was fine. It was a dumb thing but that's not the dumbest thing you've done or said around me." She gave up trying to take the bottle from him, instead choosing to stand up and step back from him. "I wanted to come to this island to get to this town for a specific reason. Kuro was just a surprise."

"D'you think he's more handsome than me?" Buggy sniffled. Sunny rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Kuro is handsome, honey, but I think you're more attractive than him." Sunny told him. "Now, I'm going to show you your birthday present, okay, because maybe you'll calm down."

Buggy rubbed his eyes and looked up at her as tears streamed down his cheeks. This was it. She was going to do something dramatic like take off her wedding ring and throw it down at him, laugh about how she would go off with someone else. To his surprise and relief, she did no such thing. Instead, Sunny pulled her shirt off and turned to show him her shoulder.

Her skin was still swollen, a little bruised, but his jolly roger was clear as day, inked onto her right shoulder forever. It was shiny from the ointment, a little irritated from her shirt even, but it was there. Buggy's jaw dropped and he stood up way too fast, the alcohol hitting him and causing him to lose his balance and fall against her. Thankfully she caught him, steadying him on his feet as he reached up to touch the tattoo.

"You can't touch it, honey." She said as she pushed his hand down gently. "Not yet, anyways. It needs a few weeks to heal."

"You're not divorcing me?" Buggy managed to ask, voice wavering as he looked up at her with large, watery eyes.

"No, Buggy, I'm not divorcing you." Sunny kissed him on his forehead. "Don't think like that, okay? I wanted to surprise you with this because I love you so much and want you to know I'm committed to you. You're the only one I want."

He dropped the bottle of rum and threw his arms around her, tears gone as he hugged her tightly. "I love you sooooo much, Sunny babe! So much, you have no idea! And and you got me tattooed on you, that means you're going to love me forever, right?"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to love you forever because I got this tattooed on me." Sunny chuckled as she hugged him back. "Now, get yourself cleaned up for dinner. I need to get started on it."

Buggy held onto the hug for a moment longer, wanting to let her words sink in. She loved him, wasn't leaving him, and she would love him forever. For him, that was the best birthday gift.

#buggy the clown #mini fic #buggy the clown x reader #sunny x buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

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lowlights · 2 years

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You Belong with Me

This is dedicated to my beloved @ezrasbirdie who let me force my way into their life and demand to be their friend. Birdie, you are a gift and one of the kindest people I have met. You make every day better!

You Belong with Me

W.C.: 3.1k, no beta sorry

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x female, plus size reader (descriptions are fairly blank though)

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, praise, rim job and anal play, lingerie, Dieter’s real name is used, P in V sex, cum play, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, reader is in control and the softest dom, Dieter is a subby boy, everyone gets to cum a lot, a smidge of cockwarming, lots of "good boy" talk, reader is female and plus size. Filth and feelings.

“Is this a sex thing?”

“Can’t a guy just blindfold you without it being for sex?” Dieter asks with extra big puppy dog eyes. He knows exactly how to work you after all these months together.

You scoff. “I mean, not usually, Bravo.”

“Alright, baby, you got me there,” Dieter chuckles. “Just let me do this? Please?”

You sigh and turn around so he can wrap the black silk over your eyes, obstructing your view of his sprawling, open-concept living room. He kisses the back of your neck before tying the silk, sending a shiver up your spine.

He guides you around the corner and through the door into the small study with a pointless Los Angeles fireplace. It was staged perfectly, most likely by some top celeb designer who loved a client with no opinion and a black AmEx card. You had been inside the room precisely one time when Dieter had given you a tour of the house more than eight months ago.

“Did you blindfold me to walk me 12 feet into the next room?” you wonder as Dieter guides you to a stop. So dramatic.

He pulls your blindfold off with a soft flourish. “Tada!” he announces.

Your jaw drops open as you look around the room. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that no one will ever read, and an artfully arranged desk with a sleek Mac, there were several small tables draped in luxurious plummy purple silks and blood-red velvets.

And every surface is covered in sex toys.

Vibrators, dildos, and plugs in every shape and color. Riding crops, nipple clamps, and what you have to assume is a harness for a strap-on dildo are also on display, along with several items you’ve never seen in your life. You pick up a set of silver handcuffs, lined in black fur, and hold them up for inspection.

“Dieter, what the fuck is going on?” you question, eyes wide.

Dieter looks a little unsure as he reaches out to rub his hand nervously along your hip. “Well, I wanted to do something special for your birthday tomorrow. I know you’re not big on getting photographed out together, and thought we might get papped walking out of a sex shop. So, I had them bring the sex shop…here,” he says, gesturing with his head.

Your heart goes gooey. “Dieter, this is the most bizarrely sweet thing I think you’ve ever done for me,” you confess, still looking around with eyes the size of dinner plates. “Are we supposed to…use all these things?”

He smiles, a cockeyed grin that’s won you over again and again since your first date. “You remember a couple of weeks ago when you said you wanted to get an assortment of toys and use them on me?”

As if you could forget that morning he had you sprawled out underneath him, sweaty and boneless after a string of unforgettable orgasms. He had used your toys on you (basically all of them) and you lovingly threatened to get him back. The sensation of his length hardening against your thigh had told you that he loved the idea, although you couldn’t have imagined it happening like this.

“Yeah,” you say with a coy smile, “I remember.”

“Wanna pick some out together?”

You and Dieter walk hand in hand around the room, inspecting every toy and setting aside the ones that look like fun. He explains to you a few of them that you haven’t seen before, and you pick out some items that he’s never tried either. It’s thrilling, and the anticipation of using them makes you giddy with excitement.

It’s romance, Dieter style.

Dieter never had a problem letting you take the lead. Some days you needed to be in control, and he loved it. There were times when he liked to pull you apart piece by piece instead. It always worked, the two of you, from the very beginning. You both valued open communication and prioritized each other’s needs, something that still shocked Dieter

Your birthday had been perfection; Dieter had taken care of everything. Spa services brought to the house, lunch with friends at your favorite little cafe, and a movie marathon on the gigantic bean bag in his living room that could easily fit four people. You both know what’s coming next.

“I feel bad now,” he admits, long after the credits have rolled. “I should be making you feel amazing on your birthday. Why did I think this was a good idea?”

You push his unruly brown curls away from his face, kissing his forehead. “You listened to me and are giving me exactly what I want. How is that not a good idea?” He hums an acknowledgment.

“Besides, I know exactly what I want to do to you tonight. I’m excited, babe. Are you?” you ask him as you hug him close to you.

“Fuck yeah I am. Can I make you cum after?”

“Yes, you can,” you reply with a grin.

Now, it was time for your final birthday present: Dieter, naked and scrubbed clean, waiting for you on his bed.

You changed into one of the presents that Dieter had gotten for you: a high-cut black teddy with a cinched waist that made your tits look amazing. You look yourself over in the large mirror, confidence oozing from every pore. This was a newer feeling for you and something for which Dieter was directly responsible.

You flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, baby. You like?” you inquire, doing a little twirl for the sweet man waiting for you.

“Oh shit. Yeah.” Dieter has done exactly what you told him to do: he’s made himself comfortable on his bed with not a stitch of clothing on. Despite your instructions that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, he is already half-hard. You might have made him wait out there a few minutes, just to edge him a teeny bit.

Set out neatly on the bedside table are all the toys that you selected. You saunter over to them, giving Dieter a show as you bend at the waist to inspect them. You hear Dieter murmur expletives under his breath when you give your ass a little wiggle before picking up a tiny bullet vibe.

You kneel next to him on the bed and kiss him deeply. He’s already hungry, grabbing at your big tits when you lean into him. “Hands at your side, baby,” you command gently. He immediately complies, sending shockwaves of excitement through your body. You’re in control now, fully and completely, and fuck- it feels good.

“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, Dieter. If you do everything just as I say, I’m going to reward you. It’s my birthday and I’m in charge, right?” He nods excitedly in response as you straddle his thighs. “Good boy. You’re so good, giving me just what I want.”

You turn the small silver vibe on, a low rumbling setting, and drag it up from his navel to his collarbone. Goosebumps blossom on his gorgeous skin when you circle his nipples with the vibrating toy. His hands shoot up to your thighs, kneading into the thick flesh there. You immediately pull the vibe up and he whimpers.

“No touching, remember? I’ll tell you when you can move,” you remind him. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Gr-green. I’m sorry,” he says.

You immediately bring the vibe back down, much to his relief. “That’s my good boy.” You drag the vibe down across his belly and down the trail of hair to the base of his cock. Dieter whines and does his best to keep his hips still, trying so hard to be good for you. He craves your praise more than he ever has before. His cock is almost fully hard, and you drag the vibe along the underside of it as you watch pre-cum start to bead at the tip. Your teasing is agonizingly slow.

“Baby, I- if you keep that up I will cum right now,” he moans. He starts to thrust, little stuttered motions, thighs starting to shake.

You remove the toy and shut it off, tossing it on the bed next to you. Dieter’s hips still their movement but his flushed red cock, nestled against the soft slope of his belly, throbs with need. “Not yet. I wanna show you something else,” you say as you reach for a little blue plug and a bottle of lube.

“Is that for me?” Dieter asks in an excited voice.

You stand up move to the end of the bed, putting one foot up on the tall mattress so that Dieter can fully see you. You pull your teddy to one side, showing off your gorgeous little pussy as you squeeze some lube on the short plug and position it between your legs. “No, it’s for me. This isn’t just for your ass; I read that you can use it for a vaginal plug too. So I’m going to slide it…ooh, into my warm cunt and stay nice and stretched out for when I let you fuck me tonight. Sound good, Dietz?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.”

You replace the crotch of your teddy and crawl back over to him, the satisfying fullness making you smile like the cat who caught the canary. “Besides,” you whisper in his ear, “I want it to taste good when you eat me out. That stuff is flavored like cotton candy.”

Dieter wants to touch himself to badly, it’s evident. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and you see his fists balled at his sides. You lie down next to him, head propped up on your hand, wiggling slightly on your plug. “Look at me,” you command. He obeys. “Look at me and touch yourself.”

Relief floods his face. “Really? Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” He starts stroking his large cock, swirling his thumb around his thick head.

“Tell me how it feels, Dieter.”

“So fucking good. I wish it was your hand.”

“I know, baby boy. But I wanna watch you. Keep going. So good for me.”

Dieter never breaks eye contact, hand moving swiftly up and down his cock. His cheeks are tinged pink and as more praise falls from your lips, he gets closer and closer to his peak. You lean over and fit a small little device on your finger, barely bigger than a thimble, and switch it on.

“Hold on til I say, alright?” you say.

“I wanna cum, please can I cum? Can I cum? Can I…can I…I’m gonna…”

You lean over him, kissing him deeply. He moans into your mouth, a filthy pleading sound. You reach down with the tiny finger vibrator and press on that spot right behind his balls. “Dieter Matthew Bradford, you will cum for me right now.”

Your decisive tone, coupled with the use of his real name, sends him over the edge. He spills all over his belly, hips jerking, still never breaking eye contact with you.

“Yes, good job, my sweet boy. Look at how pretty you look, painted with your pretty cum. Love you so much,” you coo, peppering his lips and perfect nose with kisses. He pants under you and you let him catch his breath before giving him his next command. He tries to speak several times, but the words die in his mouth. He reaches out to you, hands roaming everywhere over your body, and you let him touch all he wants.

After several minutes, you grab the bottle of lube and another toy. “You did so good, I think you need that reward. Get on your knees, baby boy.”

Dieter flips over and rests heavy on his forearms, his little ass presented to you. You squeeze a tiny bit of the cool lubrication gel on his skin, watching him shudder as it runs down and collects in the dip of his sweet hole. “Color?” you ask.

“So green.”

“Good. Let’s see how that cotton candy lube tastes, hm?” You circle your tongue around his opening before licking a long, wide stripe. He almost collapses at the sensation, and if he could find the words he would praise you himself. But he’s too lost in the sensation of your deft lips and tongue, kissing and licking into him so sweetly. Months ago, he asked if you would ever do something like this- never thinking it would come to fruition.

Fuck, is it his birthday or yours he wonders to himself.

It’s filthy, what you’re doing. It feels like it should be wrong, like one of you should protest. But you like it, and you love what it’s doing to Dieter. He’s a writhing, wriggling mess under you. You didn’t have to tell him not to touch his cock, he just knows he isn’t allowed yet. Nevermind the fact that his cock is weeping, further staining the sheets below him. He doesn’t need to touch himself yet, not with your mouth on him like this. Seconds stretch into minutes, both of you lost in pleasure.

You’re not going to let him come like this, though. No, this is just the preamble to what you really want to do.

When you pull away, depositing one final kiss on his non-existent asscheek, his head whips around. His bottom lip is pouting even more than normal.

“Don’t worry, it’s just time for the next part,” you reassure him, once against pulling your teddy to the side so that you can remove the plug from your pussy. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, baby. Look how sopping wet this toy is. I bet it would slip right in to your ass so good right now.”

Dieter lets out a filthy moan as you collect the remaining lube from around his asshole before pushing the toy in to the hilt. He rocks back into the toy, over and over, fucking himself on it while you hold it.

“Fuck, so filthy. I never knew you were so filthy, I fucking love it,” he babbles. Making sure the toy is secure for the moment, you tell him how you really want to see him.

“Get on your back and spread your legs for me, okay?” He does so immediately, willingly opening up for you so that you can settle between his thighs. You tuck a thick pillow under his hips so that you have good access, and gently pull the toy out. Dieter is nice and stretched for you.

“So I read about this one here,” you explain, showing him the next and most expensive toy. “It massages your prostate.” Dieter’s eyebrows shoot up. “But, there’s a twist. I’ll show you.”

You lube up the toy liberally, wanting to make it as comfy for Dieter as possible. The toy slips in easily, and you take a moment to appreciate how vulnerable this man is for you. It took him a while to be fully open and honest with you, to share every dream and insecurity, and talking about your feelings with someone was never the most comfortable thing for you either. Until he came along, that is. Something just clicked with you both, a cosmic connection that made you want to work through hardships together instead of alone.

And here he is, as physically vulnerable as possible, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. Looking at you like he wants you, like he would die for you. He loves you, and you love him. Is there anything more vulnerable than that? Probably not.

You take advantage of the moment and kiss along his thigh. “Alright, baby. See this remote? It controls the toy inside. It doesn’t just control the intensity, but look.” You turn it on low and he immediately moans. “Turn it to one side, or the other,” you demonstrate. “It will vibrate whatever way you tilt it.”

“Holy shit, where did- who came up with this? Jesus, it feels so good.” You pass the remote over to him and he tries it out. His eyes go wide.

“Yes, just like that. Baby, you’re in control of it. I want you to find the right spot while I ride you,” you tell him, positioning yourself over his still-hard cock and sinking down onto his thickness.

“Finally, finally, yes. Oh my god you feel so fucking good, I can’t…oh my god, I can’t last. It feels too good with this,” he says, words tumbling out faster and faster.

You drag yourself up and down on his cock, over and over. Your thighs already burn and you don’t care at all. He feels amazing, better than any toy, better than any combination of toys. Even after wearing the plug, he still stretches you out to your maximum.

“Good, you don’t have to last. I want your cum, Dieter. I want you to fill me up and then use that gorgeous mouth of yours to clean up your mess. Do you hear me?” you ask him, breathless. You cunt clenches around him right when he hits the perfect spot with his toy, and he cries out as his seed fills you. You drape yourself over his torso as he comes down, pulling the remote from his hand so you can shut off the toy. You warm his softening cock inside of you until he slips out.

You leave a trail of kisses along his neck. “You did so good, Dieter. So good. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Dieter looks down at you, confused. “Wait, are we done? I was looking forward to eating my good girl out. I made a mess of her, and I need to clean up my mess.” He smiles at you, pupils lust-blown. “If you want, that is,” he adds sweetly.

“Yeah, I want,” you say, rolling off of him and onto your back. He immediately flips over and settles between your legs.

“Mmm, cotton candy,” he moans as he dives into your slick folds. You blindly reach out, patting the bed until you can reach the remote to the toy again, flipping it on. Dieter jerks upwards.

You grin impishly at him. “Good boys get to feel good, right, baby?”

Dieter’s smile matches your own. “Yes ma’am,” he replies, dipping his had back between your legs. He knows just what you like, quickly working you to the edge of your orgasm.

“Best birthday ever,” you think to yourself, as light explode behind your eyes.

You tell him that, out loud, somewhere between orgasms three and four. Or maybe it was four and five.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY #Dieter bravo #dieter x female reader #plus size reader #filth and feelings #also i know a lot about toys now lol #fic research always cracks me up

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killakirby · 1 year

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ephemeral (bang chan)

developer notes ☽: inspired by my ig for you page being bang chan bf edits...i did not ask to be depressed because i can't find a man suitable for my standards :) fuck u christopher for being so fine tonight

soundtrack☽: birdie - kota the friend

notifications☽: 818 words, fluff, not proofread, gnl!reader

"time is our only dilemma"

a warm yellow-toned ambient glow is cast within the bathroom from a small desk lamp that you’ve commandeered as a substitution to the harsh fluorescents of the room’s installed lights. a small bluetooth speaker rests on the countertop next to the lamp on its third to last volume setting cycling through a random spotify playlist you’ve selected. it’s probably one out of the hundreds of comfort character playlists you’d never tell a soul that you listen too.

but, you realize that chan’s most likely seen the embarrassing and unending list of the cutesy-fictional catered playlists you’ve become obsessed with in the previous weeks as he’s logged in to your spotify account on his phone. a few months ago, you discovered a new playlist hiding within your massive library that you didn’t add or create, entitled “songs i listen to remind me of you.” that was at the front of your recently played, the cover photo being a picture of you asleep on the couch in chan’s studio (a photo chan’s never shown you). when you clicked to investigate further, you were shocked to see the playlist filled with over a hundred songs, and a description filled to the word limit. tears filled your eyes as you read the romantic note chan had left for you to see, and you listened to the whole playlist while cleaning your entire apartment. there wasn’t a single moment that the heat left your flustered cheeks or the sweet smile left your face. and when you met with your boyfriend in person, you certain that he was blushing underneath his mask when you alerted him of your findings, and he revealed that he was going to surprise you with your specially curated mixtape on your next visit to his studio.

when you asked why he was giving you such a sweet gift so randomly, his answer came without hesitation. chan said, “there doesn’t need to be a reason for me to express my love for you. of course this gift is meaningful enough for valentine’s day, or an anniversary, or your birthday, but any day i have with you is enough for me to treat you like the love of my life.”

and after a revelation like that, how could you remember the embarrassing fanfic-esque playlists you had downloaded to your phone? they literally don’t matter anymore, not when you have a whole dime piece, respectful, sexy, intelligent, thoughtful-ass christopher bang chan confessing his undying love for you.

that’s all to say that you probably should’ve selected that mixtape to play through tonight, but it’s too late to change that fact, as you would hate to disturb the bubble of space you’ve created in the bathroom to retrieve your phone from the bedroom. and to interrupt the peaceful bath you and chan are enjoying. it’s a rare night that chan was able to join you in your apartment instead of you going to his dorm to see him, and the night is made more precious at the fact that he fought his workaholic tendencies to join you earlier in the evening around seven pm rather than his usual appearance past midnight. and a spontaneous date night was suddenly underway; you and chan cooked dinner together made from the dregs of ingredients in your sparse fridge (grocery day is tomorrow), made progress on cleaning up your animal crossing island together, and even got a few episodes into a short anime you wanted to watch with him. a bath was the only reasonable option to end the cozy date night you both started.

the water is probably half-an-hour away from transitioning from warm to lukewarm, and the bubbles are starting to become sparse. you’re nestled in between his legs, back pressed against his muscled-pillowy chest, head resting aside one of his shoulders to avoid smushing shower cap against his face. chan’s head is propped on the shower tiles, his neck elongated and your fascinated with the view of his adam’s apple bobbing and throat swallowing as he speaks softly to you. his eyes are shut, but he opens them every time you speak to him, seeping with the adoration he has for you. his hands rest on your waist underneath the water, and every so often he squeezes you lighty, and traces patterns on your skin he only knows. eventually you two find yourself running out of things to talk about, but the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. you gladly allow your eyes to flutter closed, and chan begins humming softly; both of you are well aware that you should wrap up the bath, as you both still have early starts tomorrow morning, or rather–this morning.

moments like these are few and far for a man of chan’s lifestyle, and neither of you are going to be the one to cut it short. while this scene is ephemeral, that does not mean it is insignificant.

much love, <3 kirby !!!

#kirby's crafts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗#⋆｡°✩ drabble #✩...bang chan...✩#☾...stray kids..☽#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x gn reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabble #bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz x female reader #bang chan x female reader #bang chan drabble

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noxexistant · 9 months

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matthew duckett practically danced up to me at stage door in the pouring rain with an umbrella and a grin on his face and said, “hello, you! a little birdie tells me it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

#sobbing actually #he wished me a very happy birthday and honestly. that’s all i needed for it to be a happy birthday #nox.txt

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hekateinhell · 10 months

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currents

tagged by @apoptoses ty ily 😾💖🧀🐠

current time: 11:15pm

current mood: hormemotional, sleep-deprived (i'm always sleep-deprived though rip)

current activity: i mean- i'm here but i should be finishing the mermaid au prompt i wanted done by tomorrow/replying to ao3 comments/leaving ao3 comments don't look at me

currently thinking about: the parallels between the little prince and the fox in the children's book The Little Prince and lestat and armand's dynamic in VC after @monstersinthecosmos brought it to my attention, i am and will remain devastated for the foreseeable future

current favorite song: Love Like Ghosts thanks to @birdblacksocialclub 🥹 (i've been fucked up for a week over this song now ty birdy, it's very l/a to me – the period where armand is hanging around NOLA waiting for lestat to wake up)

currently reading:

The Fifth Agreement

my textbook for advanced social policy 💀

currently watching: nothing, i don't have the attention span for tv or movies in general. i was hooked on succession for a while but that's over now.

current favorite character: ✨ARMAND✨ although i feel like i've been focusing on lestat a lot lately too. i've always been an l/a girlie (i multiship so in general i think i'm pretty happy), but i don't feel that i properly appreciated lestat as his own character until i got older and i'm really enjoying the deep dive into his personality and assorted traumas (look, i adore a good clinical case study and there's A Lot to harvest from him and armand, separate and together)

current WIPs:

🖤 armand/lestat/louis au threesome follow-up fic to Exposed

🖤 lestat/armand petplay with a twist fic for #VCKinkWeek

🖤 armand/lestat/daniel play party fic for #VCKinkWeek

🖤 lestat/armand fisting fic (this one has been half done since jan and i just need to commit and get lestat all the way in there, okay?)

🖤 chapter 7 of Our House (i lost my daniel voice a while back for Reasons and i'm desperately trying to get him back because this fic is largely from his pov lmao so i've already started the same chapter at least 3-4 different times, but you know what we persevere and it'll happen when it happens)

🖤 a couple prompts i removed from my a/d and l/a prompt collection on ao3 so because i want to edit and expand them to 3-5ks before reposting them as one-shots (a/d in the pool on daniel's birthday and l/a cockwarming IF ANYONE IS LOOKING FOR THEM I'M SO SORRY AND THEY'LL BE BACK UP EVENTUALLY 🫣)

tagging @monstersinthecosmos @covenofthearticulate @this-writer-needs-coffee @love-me-im-dead @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance and anyone else who wants to do it just say hekate tagged you!

#ask meme

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au-mashup-party · 9 months

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A little birdy told me tomorrow is gonna be Ruby Reds birthday 👀❤

7/23/23

And Hacker!Error 505's on the 20th of August

#ruby red #fell!ruby #rubyfell #bdays #upcoming birthdays #utmv #undertale blog #undertale au #undertale multiverse #ruby au

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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Songbird

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Part 8

Single Mom!reader x Tasm!Peter

Taglist

@venomsvl @diasnohibng @lu123sworld

@paw-sneeze, @harryownsmysoultpwk @fairyy27 @gwenstacy-ghostspider

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

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Hi all!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! Here is the next installment of Songbird! I have been working on a requested one-shot… I’m super excited about so be on the lookout for it! This part …🥰🥰🥰! I hope you enjoy! My requests are open! Love ya!!-K

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“ Sooo… how it going with Peter ?” Eliza had been busy with a court case the past week. She stopped by to say hey to Maisie during pizza night, and you hadn’t seen her since.

“ it’s been great. Val took Maze on Saturday so we could have a date night. The girls loved having a baby spa day. I loved having my apartment alone with my boyfriend.”

“ I bet you did!” She laughed into the phone.

“ Shut it! When are you done? Maze keeps asking for you.”

“ Tell MJ Auntie Liza I am almost done with this case! I will be done tomorrow just have some closing stuff. Shopping and lunch! And you can have a day with Peter! It will be great. “

“ MJ?”

“Yep! I think it’s cute! Maisie Jane shorten to MJ.”

“It is cute! I really need the day to get stuff for someone’s birthday. She wants a Piderella birthday!?! How the hell am I gonna pull that one off?”

“ Ah! You have the theatre hive mind . They can figure it out.”

“ True! Hey, Peter just walked in. We are gonna go to dinner early. He has to go over help May with a few things tonight.”

“Bye love you”

“ Bye!”

“ Hi honey!” You smiled “ let me get Maisie and we can head out. Are you ok?”

Peter smiled. He was exhausted. He had been out late the night before patrolling and then had work.

“ I’m tired that’s all.”

“ We don’t have to go out. We can order in or I can cook. Ooo! I can make that pasta dish I have wanted to try!”

“If that’s what you want to do , I’m ok with that.” He smiled.

“ Alright, a night in it is! You sit! Take a nap! Maisie and I will cook .” You smiled.

“ I’m fine honestly.” Peter smiled

“ I will come get you when dinner is ready.”

Peter ended up falling asleep on your couch.

“ My Pete sleep . He very sleepy.” Maisie said as you walked past him. You had already gave Maisie her dinner and her bath. It was time to put her to bed.

As she walked past Peter, she patted his head.

“ good night my Pete.”

Once Maze fell asleep, you returned to the living room to find Peter waking up.

“ Good Morning , Sleeping beauty” you smiled .

“ How long was I out? “ Peter yawned.

“ Well, Maisie and I cooked. She ate and had her bath. Now, she is zonked out. So…. About an hour and a half.” You smiled

“ Birdie, I’m so sorry . We were..”

“Pete, stop it. It’s ok. You needed rest. You ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starving !”

You two are diner. Peter helped you clean up the kitchen before giving you a quick kiss goodbye.

He had to do Spider-Man things tonight. Since he came home from Peter 1’s universe, Peter made more time for Peter Parker things. Often nowadays, Peter has to make himself do Spider-Man things. He would much rather spend his time with you.

Tonight was one of those nights. He had heard buzz about something happening at the docks, so he had to check it out. After he left your place, he headed there. He wanted to try to make it home to you. He stayed by the docks for hours to no avail. He finally decided to head home when he heard the sirens.

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Peter tried keeping spider-man out of his personal life. After Gwen, he didn't want to risk anything happening to anyone he cared about. You and Maisie were at the top of the list. The less you know about Peter’s connection to Spider-Man, the better. Peter was going to keep Spider-Man far away from you and Maisie. The closest he came to revealing his second identity was the night he crashed into something while returning from Peter One's universe, and you came up to investigate. He keeps in mind what Peter two told him. And he decided to keep his secret as long as he could from you and Maisie.

But tonight, he needed help. He headed toward the sirens to find a robbery in progress. Peter went to stop the getaway car only to be hit and drug for four blocks. He was in so much pain. He knew he would need someones to help, but he didn’t have anywhere to go to get it. So, he came to the place he felt the safest with you. May was at work so he couldn’t see her for help. So, dressed in his suit, he knocked on your bedroom window. Your light came on, and you peeked out of the baby blue curtains in your bedroom.

Opening the window “ Spider-Man, holy shit! What are you doing here? Oh my god, your hurt. “

He spoke, trying to change his voice so you couldn’t recognize him .“ Hi, I was in the neighborhood and got banged up pretty bad. I know your boyfriend, Peter. He takes photos of me sometimes. I went to see if he could help, but he was not home. I remember him saying that his girlfriend lived downstairs from him. And she was very kind….”

“ come in, come in. Yeah... Uh, I can help you... yeah, no problem at all. We just have to be quiet. My daughter is sleeping in the next room. “

“oh, yeah ok “

You helped Spider-Man into your bedroom through the window.

“ you can sit here” pointing to your bed. Looking over the injured hero, you ask,

“can you take the top half of your suit? “. You looked over what was left of his suit, your shutter. Poor Pider has a rough night. “I can see why you needed someone’s help. Too many boo-boos to fix by yourself, huh?”

“ boo-boos? “ he laughed. “Yeah, give me a second “ Peter peeled off the top part of the tattered suit. You watch and shutter as he winced in pain.

“ so, can I ask you what happened?” You asked as you gathered supplies and began to work on Spider-Man’s injuries.

“ bank robbery, the getaway car hit me. Then proceeded to drag me a few blocks. “

“ Oh, shit. That doesn't sound very good. Does this happen a lot?

“ injuries are a part of the job.” Peter laughed, then sighed.“ It’s a lot sometimes .”

“ I can only imagine! What is it like being a superhero? Do you enjoy it? Sorry! I’m asking a lot of questions. It’s just not every day you meet Spider-Man. “

“ I don’t mind . I guess being a “superhero” is ok… it’s hard to have a normal life , because of the mask….I have been trying to make time for typical me. “

“ normal you, it’s crazy to think you literally could be anybody! I mean I could know you. It’s just wild to think about it… it’s good that you take time for “ normal you” . You may be a superhero, but you need to take care of yourself out of the mask as well.”

you smiled at Peter . Your smile always warmed him up.

He was lost in your eyes for a moment before saying “ alright, love. You keep asking me questions; only think it fair I get to ask you something now.”

“ Sure, Pider .”

Peter smiled at the name Maisie called him all the time. Peter knew what it meant, but Spider-Man didn’t.

“ Pider?”

“ oh, Maisie, my daughter, calls you “ Pider” she is almost two and can’t quite get Spider-Man out. She used to call you “er,” and then came “ pider.” It made Peter so jealous! She would say “Pider” and would only call him “ p” for the longest time .” You laughed, thinking of Peter’s reaction. “She broke her arm two weeks ago, and Peter got her a plush Spider-Man. She takes it everywhere. “Pider sleep. Pider eats “ it’s very adorable. I had to make him a matching costume for her spring show. And I’m pretty sure he will be Toto’s you in the Wizard of Oz at my school. My students made Maisie Toto… I’m sorry I’m rambling.”

You were right. It was utterly adorable.“ No! No! That’s very sweet. So, I know your daughter’s name now, but what is yours? “

“ Oh! Yeah, I’m y/n! Sorry! Wow, I guess I’m just starstruck! it’s nice to meet you Spider-Man.”

“ that’s a beautiful name.” Peter smiled under his mask.

You smiled

Hissing in pain as you disinfected a cut on Peter’s back, he pulled away slightly.

“ oh, I’m so sorry! This next one will hurt pretty badly as well, but good news, I’m almost done with this part. I still have to get gravel out of a few wounds …. But you don’t need stitches! Which is good for you because I'm terrible at them, you should ask Peter! I have Princess bandaids or bandaids with well you on them for the small boo-boos. And every time someone gets a boo-boo on this apartment, they get a feel better prize. So, I have stickers, gummy bears, and coffee. I also have stronger things like shots, wine, or beer if that’s what you need. Your choice!”

Peter laughed at you. He loved how generous and kind you were to a (kind of) total stranger. You were indeed yourself with everyone you met.

“ I’m going to go with gummy bears and princess bandaids. “

“Nice choices, Mr. Spider-Man. I would have chosen the same. “

“ you wouldn't choose band-aids for me,” you both laughed “ I’m going to have to tell Peter to thank you. He was right about you.”

“ No, thank you. You do so much for this city. I don’t think you get enough credit. What was Peter say about me?”

“He said you were kind, caring, smart, funny, and beautiful. He said that he thinks he is falling hard for you. I … uhh .. saw him the day after your first date. He said, “ I'm going to marry her one day .”

“ he said all that?”

“He did.”

“ I'm going to marry her someday,” you said to yourself quietly and smiled.

You both sat in silence as you finished pulling gravel out of his wounds and cleaning them.

“Well, Pider, you are all fixed. “You smiled.

The sounds of Maisie crying filled the air.

“ Ahh, Princess MJ has awoken Sir Spider. I must be off. “

Peter froze . MJ. He never heard you call Maisie “MJ”.

“ MJ?”

“ Yeah, Maisie Jane. My sister started calling her MJ recently, and I kinda picked up on it.“ you laughed.

MJ. Every Peter Parker had a May, Ben, Ned, and y/n. Peter had found everyone except “his” MJ. He honestly thought he didn’t have an MJ like the others. The Peters’ lives were similar, but not the same, just like Peter 2 said. Peter One’s y/n is one of his best friends. Peter Two’s y/n is the babysitter. And you are well... His songbird, his best friend, turned into his girlfriend and, hopefully someday, his wife. Peter One’s Ned is his best friend. Peter Two’s Ned is his doorman, and your Peter’s Ned is the new guy at the lab. Both of the other Peter’s MJ are their loves. He decided the day he returned that you, his songbird, were the one he had been looking for. So, he didn't seek out “his” MJ. But he never had to look for her; he had his MJ all along. Maisie was Peter’s MJ. Someone he loves and cares about. Maisie, who he has watched, grow up over the past year. Maisie, who, every morning, Peter hears the pitter-patter of her feet as she runs across the floor. Maisie, who calls him “ my Peter.” Peter’s mind was racing. It all made sense. Maise is his MJ.

“ Umm...Pider? Are you there? “ Peter was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“ Well, ok... Umm. Anyway, you can stay here in my room. Get comfortable and rest. Maisie will be up for a while, or if she falls back asleep, it will be on me in the bed. You don’t have to stay, but you do seem exhausted. “

“ mama! “Maise cried

Peter was still processing everything. He also was so tired that he could think clearly, to begin with. He honestly hated the thought of having to move anymore this evening. “I honestly don't think I can move yet, so I'm just staying here for a bit. Thank you for everything, y/n. “

“ Anytime, Pider.if you need anything just let me know.” And you were off, leaving Peter to his thoughts.

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