#and he's such a sweet boy just a huge lovebug

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hi, could you do a Charlie Morningstar x GN Reader Platonic/ Romantic(sprinkle NSFW) either fic or headcanon? She's my fave aside from Alastor.~ I love her so much as Verbalese paid 50k! (jk)

Sweet As Candy

Charlie Morningstar x GN!Reader

TW: NSFW SPRINKLED IN HERE- MINORS GO AWAY PLEASE!!!

A/N:I have deprived my followers of Charlie content for too long. I am sorry. ALSO I WENT A LIL HEAVY ON THE NSFW PART IM SO SORRY FRIEND! I can talk about Charlie all day, I love her so much.

-👑 You both start off as good friends, you knew her for so long that you just kinda know the best ways to wrangle her in when she gets too excited.

-👑 This girl trusts and loves you so much like even before you both start dating? You say something or give her your honest opinion even though it might hurt her feelings? She gladly listens and thanks you for your input. 

-👑 Oh boy when she realizes she has feelings for you? She’s stuck in a little funk, because you're her best friend in all of hell and now she has feelings for you? What if you reject her? What if you hate her? It takes some divine intervention from Lucifer for her to not constantly break down from overthinking everything. 

-👑 Now this goes without saying, Lucifer? Adores you. You're Charlie's best friend (and crush), but if you hurt her he will kill you. No if ands or buts. Charlie tells him not to threaten you, she doesn’t want him to freak you out.

-👑 Once she realizes you feel the same? OH BOY- She’s a happy camper and just hugs you before immediately pulling away asking if you’re sure because dating THE princess of hell can put a target on your back easily. Once you say you are very much sure you want her and only her? She tears up and starts crying, it’s not sad tears but happy ones! She is just like her father and when she gets super emotional it ends up in tears.

-👑 Omg Kisses abound, like if you don’t like showing a lot of PDA? She kisses your cheek but she actually kisses you in private! But if you don’t mind the kisses? She’s giving you a bazillion before night time. She can’t help it! You’re just too darn cute!

-👑 I have a hunch she loves taking photos of you- Like some? You’re not even paying attention to the camera or you’re just busy with something else, she has a folder in her phone with pictures upon pictures of you. She’s a simp. (The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.)

-👑 Also a huge cuddler, just standing somewhere with her? She’s moving behind you to hold you, arms wrapped around your waist as she leans against you. She’s tall asf she has the privilege of doing so. Sitting on her lap? She’s got you locked in and she’s not letting you go anytime soon? She may look weak but this girl is strong asf.

-👑Sleep headcanon rq? She snores but it’s so soft you can’t hear it unless you’re super close to her. Also moves alot, like her legs twitch and she tends to not be comfortable enough so when she is? She starfishes out on the bed so you have to either lay on top of her or get used to waking up with an arm on your face/neck.

-👑 PETNAMES GALORE!! Calls you so many names: Baby, babe, sweetheart, lovebug, the list goes on and on.

ONTO THE NSFW!! WATCH OUT!

-👑 Service top most of the time, only really cares about your own pleasure than her own. But when she’s riled up or showing her true form (*cough* in the show *cough*) she’s very much the dominant one. 

-👑 Most definitely talked to you about this before because she loves and cares for you but has a safeword for both of you, such as the red, yellow and green light or something easy enough both of you can say.

-👑 She loves it when you use her horns as something to grab onto but don’t be too rough as they are sensitive. Other than that? Grab them horns and pull her head around, she loves it. 

-👑 In my mind she hates being degraded but if you want her to degrade you or just talk dirty? Give her a moment to shake the flush off her cheeks then she’ll call you all types of names. 

-👑 Whatever equipment you have down there? Doesn’t matter to her, she loves you and will peg the shit out of you. 

-👑 If you do get to pleasure her? It doesn’t take long until she goes into subspace and starts crying from the pleasure. Check up on her every now and then please, cause she’d be too lost in the pleasure to voice something if it crosses a line for her.

-👑 AFTERCARE QUEEN RIGHT HERE!! She’ll pick you up and take you to her bathroom. Want bathbombs? You got it baby. Want to do face masks as well? Of course!

-👑 Will definitely wash your hair and clean any marks she left on you. Please return the favor and wash her hair too, she’s just a simple girl who wants love.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #charlie x reader #charlie morningstar #charlie x gn!reader #hazbin charlie #charlie x you

[jaxteller87]

thankful part 1

Jax’s POV

“You know Halloween’s come and gone, right?” I said with a grin as I flopped onto the sofa next to Amber. We were both on Thanksgiving break, enjoying some well-deserved downtime.

Amber giggled, her eyes sparkling, “Yes, I do. It was the end of Casper.”

I leaned in closer, planting a playful kiss on her hand. “Well then, Amber, ask your silly question.”

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, “Can I keep you?”

I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, “Of course you can, as long as I can keep you too.” I smirked down at her and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Amber shifted a bit, snuggling closer to me. “Deal.”

“So, I swung by to invite you and your parents to Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. Gemma told me I should invite the whole family, which I was going to do, but you know me—always waitin’ til the last minute for things.”

A warm smile spread across her face. “I’ll definitely do that,” she replied, resting her head on my lap as we watched the end of the movie.

She couldn’t resist teasing, “So, I’ve got to ask, do the boys think I’ve stolen you away this week?”

I chuckled, gently running my finger over her cheek. “No, they haven’t.” One thing I loved about Amber was her understanding that I had a life outside of our relationship. She wasn’t the type to be possessive or jealous, and I admired that.

Amber’s POV

It was finally turkey day, and Gemma had prepared a feast with all the fixins’. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated around the huge table. There was Bobby, Tig, Piney, and Opie. Opie mentioned that Donna would be joining us later since her family was in town.

“Alright, here’s the lowdown, folks. We’ve got turkey, the star of the show, cooked to perfection by Gemma. Then, there’s creamy mashed potatoes, stuffing that’s to die for, a medley of roasted veggies, and don’t forget the cranberry sauce –“

“Mm. Cranberry sauce,” Tig drolled a little, “ I like it cuz’ it’s sweet and tangy, like us.”

 “And to top it off, we’ve got pies, pumpkin, and pecan because why settle for one when you can have both?” I added.

“I 100 percent agree with that logic, son,” Piney joked. I could see the reflection of the pie in his eyes.

“Alright, gang, dig in, and let’s celebrate this day the only way we know how – with good food and great company.”

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Teller?” my mom asked, wearing a warm smile.

Gemma laughed, “Please, call me Gemma. And no, sweetie, you just sit back and enjoy the food.”

Piney raised his glass in a toast, his gruff voice cutting through the chatter.

“To family, friends, a damn fine turkey, and both kinds of pie,” he declared, and everyone clinked their glasses.

Laughter filled the room again as they dug into their Thanksgiving feast and in the midst of their brotherly banter,

I couldn’t help but smile as Jax grabbed my hand under the table.

“This food is wonderful, Gemma; thank you,” my parents said, smiling.

“Yeah, Mom, you did good with the turkey,” Jax chimed in, his mouth full.

“I know, but thank you, baby,” she replied with a snarky grin.

Many years later

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched Thomas, our little troublemaker, attempt to steal some turkey off Jax’s plate. Despite Jax not being part of the club anymore, we still came together for Thanksgiving.

“Tell Daddy, say ‘turkey,’” I coaxed, a mischievous smile on my face.

“Key,” he beamed at his daddy.

“Turkey,” Jax smiled, slowly repeating it back to him and piling more meat onto our son’s plate.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Jax smiled, leaning in to kiss our son’s head.

I turned my attention to Mary, our sweet girl, and asked, “How are you doing lovebug? Need anything?” I leaned over the table to see her.

“I’m good, Mama,” she replied, grinning through a mouthful of food.

Nero and Clay were sitting at the same table, something I never thought I’d see.

“Here’s to family,” Nero announced, holding his glass above his head.

“A dysfunctional family,” Clay added.

“Hey, a dysfunctional family is still a family,” Jax quipped.

Clay nodded and smirked, “This is true.”

“Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Mary asked, her curious blue eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah, Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Tig chimed in with a chuckle.

Jax paused and flashed a nervous glance around the room, but all eyes were on him. “Well, um—kiddo, a dysfunctional family is like a bag of mixed nuts. Some of them are a little nutty, some are a bit cracked, and a few are just plain nuts, but when you put ’em all together, you get one crazy, unforgettable bunch of nuts that love each other no matter what.”

“Oh,” Mary thought for a moment, “So, Uncle Tiggy is one of the nutty ones?”

Everyone laughed, even Tig. “Yeah, that’s a fair assumption,” he added.

Later that night, we all snuggled up in bed after a little smoke and sandwich. Jax turned to me, holding me close, and asked, “Humor me.”

I nodded, looking up at him.

“I know your birthday is still a few months away, but it’s your 40th...”

I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, “As of right now, I’m okay, Jax. I’m not upset, and I promise if I am, I’ll tell you.”

“You better,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “And the other reason I’m asking is Donna and Ma are already asking what you might want. I told them something small, no need for some big production.”

“Yeah, I—” I paused.

“What is it, babe?” Jax asked.

“What’s bugging me already is my parents being gone. How in the world has it been ten years already?” I sighed.

“I think that’s what made it so bad. I turned 30, still trying to wrap my head around it, and then, bam, I lost not one but both my parents, not even a month later. And you were right there,” I chuckled, “I wasn’t alone. I had you and Gem, but I felt like I was. I had no family all of a sudden, and it was like, ‘How in the hell am I going to take care of myself?’ So I did what I do best, buried it in my gut, and didn’t deal with it until it all caught up with me.”

Jax interjected, “And watching you go through that wasn’t easy either. I felt helpless.”

“This time, it’s different. I know I’m not alone. I have a family, two little ones running around, and I have a job. So turning 40 isn’t going to be as bad as 30 was, I promise,” I reassured him, looking up at my husband.

“Babe, I promise that the minute I feel my depression start to creep up on me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Jax nodded, “We’ve got this, babe. We’re in this together, no matter what.”

I smiled, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders. “And if all else fails, I’ll just start a biker club of retirees and call ourselves ‘The Sons of Arthritis.’ You can be my Vice President.”

Jax burst into laughter, “Sons of Arthritis? You might be onto something there. But only if we get matching golden leather jackets.”

“I was thinking pink with glitter,” I peered from the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction as if I were legitimately pitching the idea.

“Pink glitter, huh?” He chirped, “As VP, I’m going to have to call that to a vote at the next meeting.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he gave me a humorous stare, “Because if I’m going to have a pink glitter bike, I definitely don’t want my cut clashing with my ride.”

We both laughed, imagining a future where we were still rebels at heart, even in our golden years. No matter what lay ahead, our unbreakable bond would surely guide us through.

#jax teller imagine #jax teller x disabled reader #jax x oc

[candybowbeansies]

Dys & Sym-Nicknames

warnings/notes: just cute nicknames for Dys and Sym and by Dys and Sym 🥺👉👈 there's also a spicy one for Dys bc I couldn't resist 🤤 their reactions are so cuteeee 😩 ending spoilerish for Sym, and brat taming implied for Dys, but nothing explicitly NSFW!

Dys 🥺

Dys calls you;

Beautiful

Pretty boy/girl/baby

Sweetheart (when he's feeling a bit frisky, ohg imagine his soft sexy grin 😩 or better yet…make it feral 🥵)

Constellation (goes hand in hand* with your nickname for him; you are a healing presence for him, as the nicknames suggest)

You call Dys;

Handsome

Growing up being fed compliments by his sweetheart does wonders for a guy who hates his own name. Contrary to popular belief, my man does not have low self esteem. He's a hunk and he knows it. You'd get a smug smirk, a brief flash of pearly whites. 🥺

Babygirl/boy

Thinks you're mocking him at first, but when it settles and he knows you mean it affectionately, his cheeks will go pink, followed by a half hearted eye roll 🙄 Ever the drama queen, this man, I swear. 😂

Big D

Hooo, boy. The innuendo in this one. My personal favorite! The first time you call him this, it takes a few moments to sink in lmfao then he'd turn a lurid hue and choke on his spit. 🤣

"Y-You--!" he chokes, teeming with embarrassment. "Better not ca--all me that, in front of oth-ers!"

But if you're bratty like meeeee 🥵 Call him that in front of his twin--the difference is huge

"Sweetheart, what did I say about calling me that in front of others?" 

Blow raspberries at him and call him that one more time. The feral smirk he makes, his onyx hues impossibly darker…y'all better run. His mood changes for the rest of the day. When night comes, you heathens can run but nothing can hide from him. Expect to be hauled somewhere private for a taming of a lifetime 🥴

My Glow (goes hand in hand* with his nickname for you; he's a healing presence for you, as the nicknames suggest)

Sym 🥺

Sym calls you;

Sugarbug/Lovebug

Hopeye

Little one

Love

You call Sym;

Sweet boy

And

Sugarbun

because Sym is so freakin' sweet. He's kind, understanding, has literally never ending patience. The best boyfrenn anyone could ask for 🥺

Mushwood (bc he’s so freakin tol 😂)

Dearest 🥺

Hecklebee (comes from one of his endings)

because he's so jovial, it's contagious! He finds the fun in virtually everything. There's never a boring moment w him. 🥺

#i was a teenage exocolonist #teenage exocolonist #teen exo #teen exo sym x reader #teen exo dys x reader #symbiosis x reader #dysthymia x reader #teen exo symbiosis x reader #teen exo dysthymia x reader

[shuckinbeanz]

Dys & Sym-Nicknames

warnings/notes: just cute nicknames for Dys and Sym and by Dys and Sym 🥺👉👈 there's also a spicy one for Dys bc I couldn't resist 🤤 their reactions are so cuteeee 😩 ending spoilerish for Sym, and brat taming implied for Dys, but nothing explicitly NSFW!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream

Dys 🥺

Dys calls you;

Beautiful

Pretty boy/girl/baby

Sweetheart (when he's feeling a bit frisky, ohg imagine his soft sexy grin 😩 or better yet…make it feral 🥵)

Constellation (goes hand in hand* with your nickname for him; you are a healing presence for him, as the nicknames suggest)

You call Dys;

Handsome

Growing up being fed compliments by his sweetheart does wonders for a guy who hates his own name. Contrary to popular belief, my man does not have low self esteem. He's a hunk and he knows it. You'd get a smug smirk, a brief flash of pearly whites. 🥺

Babygirl/boy

Thinks you're mocking him at first, but when it settles and he knows you mean it affectionately, his cheeks will go pink, followed by a half hearted eye roll 🙄 Ever the drama queen, this man, I swear. 😂

Big D

Hooo, boy. The innuendo in this one. My personal favorite! The first time you call him this, it takes a few moments to sink in lmfao then he'd turn a lurid hue and choke on his spit. 🤣

"Y-You--!" he chokes, teeming with embarrassment. "Better not ca--all me that, in front of oth-ers!"

But if you're bratty like meeeee 🥵 Call him that in front of his twin--the difference is huge

"Sweetheart, what did I say about calling me that in front of others?" 

Blow raspberries at him and call him that one more time. The feral smirk he makes, his onyx hues impossibly darker…y'all better run. His mood changes for the rest of the day. When night comes, you heathens can run but nothing can hide from him. Expect to be hauled somewhere private for a taming of a lifetime 🥴

My Glow (goes hand in hand* with his nickname for you; he's a healing presence for you, as the nicknames suggest)

Sym 🥺

Sym calls you;

Sugarbug/Lovebug

Hopeye

Little one

Love

You call Sym;

Sweet boy

And

Sugarbun

because Sym is so freakin' sweet. He's kind, understanding, has literally never ending patience. The best boyfrenn anyone could ask for 🥺

Mushwood (bc he’s so freakin tol 😂)

Dearest 🥺

Hecklebee (comes from one of his endings)

because he's so jovial, it's contagious! He finds the fun in virtually everything. There's never a boring moment w him. 🥺

#i was a teenage exocolonist #teenage exocolonist #teen exo #teen exo sym x reader #teen exo dys x reader #symbiosis x reader #dysthymia x reader #teen exo symbiosis x reader #teen exo dysthymia x reader

[bulletsfrank]

my cat tenacious has been a part of my life for about 12 years now.

he never used to be a clingy cat. given, he’s just skittish in nature; he’s easy to rouse and startle, but he’s never been aggressive, just very shy. when i was younger, he was a lot more of a ‘quality time’ kind of cat. he wasn’t huge on being pet or picked up, kisses were accepted but not his favorite. he would usually sit next to me on the couch or sleep next to me on the bed and that was the extent of his bonding. he’s my little soulmate cat, so i accepted this love happily and willingly, because not every kitty is a crazy lovey dovey cuddler.

when we moved, though, and i was away from my mom (whom he was scared of, and still is) and got out of the small house where my other cat delilah (evil, but adorable) lived, he started to change into another cat entirely. for the most part, like i mentioned, he was Not an affectionate cat. before i moved, the most lovey thing he would do was sleep on my pillow — though, that was mostly because his spot to sleep has always been my bed, and my fiancé started to sleep next to me, so he had to improvise. but when i took him with when we left my mom’s, he very slowly started to lean into being doted on. for sure, he doesn’t like being picked up, he has bad hips, but i noticed that he started to come out of a shell i didn’t even know he was in.

we have a second cat, lolo. she is the sweetest thing in the world, and very affectionate. tenacious, we like to joke, seemed to not know he could show his love in ways that any other cat would do. he watches lolo closely. he watched her get on my chest and sleep. a couple days after he did so, he tried to crawl up on me to lay on my chest. when this first happened, i literally wanted to cry — cat owners who have kitties that aren’t huge on physical affection know this feeling, like, “oh my god, they actually want to be pet?” that kinda thing. but there he was, on my chest, and i was giving him pets and he started to purr in a way i had only heard him do a few times before. it was the cutest thing in the world.

now that he’s gotten older, he has grown into that sweet, lovey side so much so that sometimes i wonder what they did with my cat because this guy couldn’t possibly be the same one i adopted as a child. he gets into moods where he will stop at nothing to be on my chest. the second i recline, he’s on there, purring away and kneading soft and begging to be pet. he sleeps on my pillow like a crescent around my head. he still spends quality time with me, that’s for sure, but he has become the sweetest lovebug in his old age. he wants to be loved on at every given second. he purrs so loud that his tongue sticks out of his mouth that no longer has any teeth. he falls asleep while i pet his tummy.

the thing, too, is that it feels really special. pretty much any cat owner will know of course, we’ve always had a really strong bond, but what makes me smile even more is that he’s only like this to Me. he will get loves from teddy if i’m not around, or if he’s laying down and i’m not he will get pets from him. but if we’re both laying down, he comes to me first, begging to be loved on. it’s like i’m blessed to be the only person to know just how adoring he is in private, because to everyone else, he’s a little skittish baby who hightails it away from every other human. but i get to know that deep down he was always this adoring little boy. he is my favorite thing in the world, genuinely

#i cried making this. is if obvious i’m being a baby #i just wanted to talk about it #tenacious is my favorite animal i’ve ever met #he’s weird and cringe but i adore him so much... #he’s bonded to me like a familiar #to know how much he loves me and i love him back #the bond we have is literally unmatched to anything else #sorry this is dumb and cringe i really just. i’m looking at him rn. and my heart is so full. that’s my baby. that’s my everything #long post /

[dawsim]

my mom asked what my friends and i did last night and i told her that we watched sausage party and she said “sounds like a stoner movie” and i just

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #i just talk a lot when im **** and im such a softie so i just get really affectgionate and i fucking fted my crush bc i wanted to talk to #his little brother bc hes so sweet but i ended up just talking to him and #he hes so nice and he showed me his hat collection #oooooh boy #omg but i just called my crush 'mr lovebug' and stupid shit like that lsdkfjsldfjsklfdj i hate myself #i cant believe #the shame #i have to see him tomorrow ykes #omg #im just #fucking whipped rn shit #im gonna talk more okay #he was really sick before break and his mom gave me her number to call in case he got sick #I WAS in charge of him!?!?!? huh!??! #hes such a gentleman too #sdlfjsdlkfjsdlfjsdlkfjsdlfjskldfj #hes like 5'7 and skinny but hes fukfcing ripped?!?! and his feet #shoulders and hands are HUGE for no reason omgggggg #sldkfjsdlkfjsdkfjsdlkf #i have not had a crush on a boy since i was like 12 WHATHT EHFUCKK1!!! #i #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #im literally sweating rn #ok u guys know that meme thats like 'he went from she'll be back by 9 to ur daughter calls me daddy too' #hes like both #my parents and every single adult on the planet love him bc hes so classy and cool #but yeah the other one too #sldfksjklfjsdkfjsdflsjdkflhhhhhhhhhhhh #weve been friends for like 4 years and i never liked him and then uh i looked @ him one time and i jsut went 'oh'

[blu-joons]

DATING SHINee HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Lee Jinki

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jinki will be around you as often as he can be, he feels very settled around you and will often use your affection as a form of reassurance. The closer he can be to you, the better, and the more relaxed and comfortable he feels too.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

When the two of you first met through a mutual friend, Jinki could barely say hello. He was quite guarded around you and didn’t share too much. Most of the conversation was guided by you as you were intrigued by his charms. Eventually, he began to settle around you a bit better and open up to you more about his life.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

There was no rush for Jinki when it came to confessing, he wanted to be sure that he was doing the right thing by confessing to you. When it came to confessing, no one knew that he was going to do it, he took you to his place and as the two of you settled against the sofa, he decided to tell you exactly how he felt. You were surprised, but above all else, relieved, as you made sure to tell him exactly how you felt too.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates with Jinki were always special, he had a big heart, and that shone through your dates. It was often a case of expecting the unexpected, Jinki loved to surprise you and try new things, he was never one to do the same thing twice. Your dates sometimes were rare due to his busy schedule, but he always made time for you whenever he could. The dates that really made your heart skip a beat always made him shy, his cheeks would always be bright red whenever you told him how amazing a date with him was.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He had never had any experience dating before he met you, he’d had a few dates, but they were usually only one offs. He was tentative as the leader of the group to put himself into a position of being in a relationship, he worried often that something would go wrong or that you’d end up hurt. It took him a long time to open up about your relationship, the other members tended to be the ones that pushed him into talking, knowing that the two of you would be well looked after and that they’d never let anything happen to either of you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

For a fight to emerge between the two of you was an incredibly rare experience. Neither of you were loud nor tended to raise your voices, you worked perfectly as a team for the most part. The only little squabbles you’d get into tended to be when Jinki was getting stressed at work. You’d often find that he became a little shorter with you than usual, but if he felt that way, then he’d always make sure to apologise beforehand in case he was rude to you. At the end of a comeback or a session, he’d always make sure to make up for any behaviour from him with plenty of gestures and a lot of time spent with you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was an only child, so his family were desperate for him to make sure that he found someone good for him. You were terrified when you first met them, but as they began to see how happy Jinki was with you, they knew that he’d chosen well, and couldn’t have been happier to finally see him begin to settle down.

H ⇴ HOME

Welcoming you into his home was quite a big step for Jinki, he was apprehensive for a short while to begin with, he’d take his time to move you in. To begin with, you’d see how things would go for a couple of days, and slowly that would build up until he was ready to be able to move you into his home permanently.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were actually the first of the two of you to say, ‘I love you.’ Jinki had been on the road for a few weeks and was set to miss your birthday. Or so you thought, when he appeared at your front door to surprise you, you had no idea what else to say aside from the fact that you loved him and that you were so thankful he made the effort to see you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whenever Jinki became jealous, he tended to shut himself off from the situation. You’d often notice that he’d get very quiet and would stare away into the distance when anyone was talking. Everyone you knew adored him, but that didn’t stop him from sometimes feeling like he wasn’t good enough. Luckily for him, you’d always be on hand to reassure him and make him feel better. Similarly, if you ever found yourself feeling better, Jinki would be by your side straight away to squash any feelings of jealousy aside.

K ⇴ KIDS

Again, being an only child, Jinki wanted to give his parents grandchildren more than anything else in the world. He knew that he wasn’t getting younger, and with you, he really did see himself settling down and having a family. He didn’t want to rush anything, but he was also very honest with you that having children was definitely something that he saw happening in the future for the two of you to enjoy.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

If you weren’t laughing, then neither was Jinki, the two of you would always bounce your moods off of each other. Jinki was very aware of what his charms were and knew exactly what he needed to do in order to make you laugh. Whenever he’d hear you laugh loud enough his cheeks would often turn a bright shade of red, blushing at the noises you often made, especially if you were around other people. He loved to laugh around you too and let his guard down and really be himself around you, a side few others saw.

M ⇴ MISSING

Jinki hated being away from you, he would often close off quite a lot from other people during the times when he missed you the most. It was hard on him when he lost his partner in crime, he suddenly didn’t have someone to talk to, as he never wanted to burden the other members. The two of you were quite prone to having very long phone calls when Jinki was on tour, he’d talk to you a lot about how he was feeling and the things that were on his mind. Even if he ended up going to bed in the early hours, he didn’t care, he just wanted to be able to talk to you and offload about the things he bottled up usually.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He would usually call you something sweet, ‘lovebug,’ was definitely a common nickname that Jinki had for you. It would be a guarantee to always put a smile on your face whenever you heard him call you by it.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

The part of you that Jinki was obsessed with was your personality. The person that you were meant the most to him, he just loved to have you around and be around you as often as possible.

P ⇴ PDA

Neither of you were huge fans of being affectionate in public, it wasn’t really your style. Affection often made Jinki incredibly shy, so he’d usually just rest his hand against your body to know that you were there. He didn’t really want the attention on him when he was being affectionate, he always used it to show you off.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Around you, he’d feel comfortable to ask you anything. Whilst he might often be quiet around the boys to protect them, he knows that he can let his guard drop all the way to floor whenever he’s around you and needs to speak to you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jinki is a very optimistic person, and he loves to try and push some of that positivity onto you too. Whenever he makes you lunch or does something for you, he’ll often little notes around to remind you to keep smiling. The most common is in your lunchboxes, you’d often see pieces of paper folded up with his handwriting across them, reminding you not to worry about anything and assure you that good things are coming.

S ⇴ SEX

He can often get quite shy during intimacy; your affection always brings a blush to his cheeks. He’ll use words a lot, he loves to whisper into your ear and let you know exactly how he’s feeling. The two of you will often switch roles depending on the mood, sometimes Jinki likes to let you know that he’s the man, but other times, especially after a bad day, he’ll love to let you be the one in control and shower him with affection.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’ll often get messages from Jinki throughout the day, they’re usually random thoughts that pop into his head that he can’t help but message you about. It always makes you laugh, regardless, when you see his name appear.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

More than anything else, Jinki loves the feeling of having someone by his side. He loves having someone there that isn’t part of the industry that can be the distraction that he so often needs from time to time.

V ⇴ VACATION

The two of you don’t tend to go away too much whenever he has time off, you’re much happier in the comfort of your own home. They’ll definitely be times when you join the boys on tour for a while, but when the time usually comes for a holiday, Jinki would much prefer to just be back in his own space for a while.

W ⇴ WHINING

He doesn’t tend to whine that much, he’s a leader, he’s used to people needing him instead, and he much prefers to be the one there for you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Jinki is a lot more of a cuddler than he is a kisser, but that doesn’t change the fact that he loves to kiss your cheek when he’s hugging you tightly. In between words, he’ll often press a kiss to your cheek in order to bring a smile to your face. He much prefers to receive your kisses; they’re guaranteed to always bring a blush to his cheeks. He’s charming and will definitely be able to use his kisses to win you over in a heartbeat.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one who always stood by his side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you would always fall asleep with your limbs around each other, the closer the better as far as Jinki was concerned. He loved to be able to feel your presence beside him and know that you were sleeping peacefully.

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Masterlist

#shinee #shinee imagine #onew #onew imagine #jinki #jinki imagine #shinee reaction #shinee scenario #shinee headcanon #shinee onew #shinee jinki #lee jinki #lee jinki imagine #shinee drabble #shinee one shot #shinee fluff #onew scenario #onew reaction #onew drabble #one one shot #onew fluff #onew headcanon #kpop #kpop imagine

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Hopeful Promise

AO3

I was going to post the fanfiction.net link as well but right now fanfiction.net is not cooperating with me! I’ll post it later, I apologize.

Anyway, good evening lovebugs! I apologize I that what I am presenting is just a oneshot again.

This is one is one of the WIPs I posted, where Marinette and Luka have a romantic picnic and Luka wants to ask Marinette something......

Yeah I am still not giving the context for that just read it and find out.

Enjoy! <3

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Luka wondered if it would be too much to introduce the idea to her.

His girlfriend Marinette was prone to panic, but this question has been eating at him even if it was a bit of a bold question to ask when they were still teenagers.

But he just held that thought as the two of them found a picnic table by the flowers. Marinette smiled at him as she opened up the picnic basket and cut croissants in half. She spread cream cheese on both slices and placed blueberries on one slice, and sliced strawberries on the other.

Luka smiled in anticipation. Marinette was about to hand the blueberry slice to Luka. But he took both slices and placed them together before taking a huge bite. He gave pleased noises from the sweetness of the berries and the freshly made croissant.

"Hey! We were supposed to share that!" Marinette teased.

"Sorry," Luka said before wiping berry juice from the corner of his lips. "It tastes so good."

Luka handed the sandwich back to Marinette, and she took a bite herself. Giving multiple pleased moans as she wanted to eat the rest.

After the two of them finished lunch, Luka wiped the last bit of berry juice from Marinette's lips before sucking it off his own fingers.

"That was an amazing lunch melody," Luka said, smiling at her.

Marinette grinned. "Anything for you, Luka."

Anything.

It was at this moment that Luka knew she loved him as much as he loved her. And that made his heart feel so strong. But they were still so young.

The blue-haired boy reasoned with himself to just place that question on the back of his mind for now. He grabbed his guitar before climbing over the picnic table to sit next to Marinette. Luka played gentle tunes as Marinette rested on his side.

God, Marinette's gentle body against his, causing his heart to beat faster and his guitar playing to be more passionate. Whether or not he asked her, he certainly knew his own answer.

"Is something on your mind?" Marinette asked.

Luka lost his tune for a moment. Then, he paused his guitar playing because he had to admit he was a bit nervous right now. Even if he was usually considered the calm and collective person in their friend group.

"Nothing in particular," Luka lied.

Marinette paused before turning to her boyfriend, and her bluebell eyes looked right through him. Beautiful bluebell eyes like a gentle lagoon on a starlit evening.

Luka continued to play that gentle tune to calm his nerves.

"I was thinking about," Luka paused as he tried to keep up his tempo. "How it's a beautiful day today and how I am happy to be spending time with the most amazing girlfriend in the world."

Marinette smiled, but she didn't seem very convinced.

"And I am going to be dreaming about delicious fruit croissant sandwiches for the next few days," Luka added.

Marinette gave a pleased hum. "You always know how to compliment me."

Marinette gave a devious smirk and booped his nose for a moment, causing Luka to smile. Yes, she was charmed by Luka's energy, but she knew he was stretching the truth a bit.

But Marinette let him be as she laid beside him and relaxed to his soft tunes while lacing some flowers together. When she finished, she took a moment to sit up and tie them around Luka's neck.

He smiled, thinking about how she was always sweet and giving.

Little did she know she had a question weighing on her mind as well.

"Luka…"

Luka's aquamarine eyes shined at her. Something that still made Marinette blush rose-red even though they were long past the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

"Yes, Marinette?" He set his guitar down for a moment as he loved hearing her voice much more than any instrument.

Marinette smiled sheepishly and placed her hand on the back of her neck, automatically feeling that she was sweating.

"Well, we have been dating for a while, and…."

Luka waited for her to collect herself, but Marinette still felt so nervous.

"I was going to ask you something crazy," Marinette said.

Luka gave her a calming smile. "I doubt what you have to say is crazy, Marinette."

Marinette blinked. "It is! Because we are still teenagers and…."

She suddenly felt her words stop. Marinette gave a soft sigh as if she gave up.

Luka breathed out and felt he should reveal what he wanted to ask her. Maybe it would make her feel less crazy. He was still a bit worried Marinette would be turned off by the idea, but if this idea was eating at him for, a while he should let it out. If it really was a bad idea, his gut would tell him not to.

He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head up to meet hers.

"I wanted to tell you something too," Luka said as Marinette's bluebell eyes widened. "But," he paused from his voice shaking a bit. "I am a bit nervous…."

It clicked for Marinette that he was about to tell her what he was hiding before. Marinette moved closer to him.

"Don't be nervous!" Marinette insisted. "I want to know!"

Luka chuckled to himself as his hand dug through his jacket pocket.

"I am afraid you might be a bit overwhelmed," he said gently.

Marinette knew she was prone to panic, no one had to tell her that twice, and Luka always made her feel comfortable and stable. She took his free hand with hers.

"You can tell me anything too, Luka!" Marinette cried, her eyes showing him that she was serious. "You always know what to say."

Now Luka suddenly felt at ease as he squeezed her hand and moved closer to her, so they were leaning against each other as if they sat in a love seat.

"I'll tell you," Luka said.

Marinette rested herself against Luka's shoulder as they sat in silence for a moment before Luka spoke.

"Well, we've been together for a long time, and I couldn't be happier," Luka said.

Marinette gently nuzzled herself against him. "I couldn't either! You're the best boyfriend ever, Luka!"

That was a relief for Luka to hear.

"But for the past few weeks, I couldn't help but think…."

"Hm?" Marinette raised her head to meet Luka's eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled to him, deep in curiosity.

"That maybe in the future…." Luka's face started heating up. Marinette squeezed his hand as if she was eager to know what he had to convey.

Luka breathed out as he tried to compose himself but looking at his beautiful girlfriend now, he smiled at her without a single doubt in his mind.

"I love you, Marinette," he said firmly. "And there is not a single doubt in my mind about that. But for the past few weeks, I couldn't help but think it would be absolutely amazing if we…." He dug into his pocket again.

"If we got married someday in the future."

On the one hand, Luka was relieved he freed that burning idea. But now, he started to question if he was a weirdo hopeless romantic.

But Marinette's mouth went slightly agape before she placed her hand over her chest and smiled warmly.

Luka guessed she wasn't upset at all, but she said nothing and dug through her backpack to pull out her sketchbook.

"I was a bit nervous because of what you were hiding," Marinette said as she held her closed sketchbook in her hands and leaned against her boyfriend. "But…"

She opened up her sketchbook, and Luka saw drawings of the two of them in adorable chibi anime style and wearing wedding attire. There were also the words "Marinette + Luka Together Forever" written in cursive.

Luka held the other side of the sketchbook. A pleased smile was on his face that made Marinette feel relieved.

"Alya and Kagami teased me again this as if they don't fantasize about marrying their own boyfriends!" Marinette cried.

Marinette retook Luka's hand and blushed bashfully, thinking about what could be in the future.

"But the point is," Marinette's face glowed brighter red. "I would love to marry you someday, Luka."

Her voice made a slight squeak saying that last part, but Luka adored that.

Marinette couldn't help but giggle next.

"It's funny how we both thought the same thing. I'm not an insane hopeless romantic!" Marinette cried.

Luka wrapped his arm around her and held her close to where she could faintly hear his heartbeat like a soft metronome.

"Kind of makes me believe that the both of us are made for each other, and we will get married when the time is right," There were hopeful notes in Marinette's words.

"I'm glad you agree, Marinette," Luka said. Marinette just wanted to rest by her boyfriend's side for the rest of the day, feeling secure for the future.

"Because I got you this."

Marinette turned and managed to stifle her yelp at the sight of Luka smiling down on her and holding a ring with a pink heart-shaped jewel on it.

"Luka!" Marinette cried. "You…" She became breathless.

Luka held her closer. "It's just a promise ring. I thought it suited you."

Marinette released herself from Luka's hold and gave him a slightly stern look.

"Luka, I told you you don't have to buy me expensive things."

Luka smiled. "I know, I saved up for this."

"You're more than worth it, though," He said as he moved the ring closer to her.

Marinette looked at the ring for a good moment. It was absolutely gorgeous and priceless, and Marinette almost felt she wasn't worthy of such a romantic gift. Not to mention all the money Luka put in for her, so she couldn't bring herself to accept the ring.

But then Marinette thought, this boy truly was ride and die for her. Even willing to buy expensive, flashy stuff to show how serious he was about them. And this was a dream come true for Marinette. No, more beautiful than any other dream she ever dreamt.

And she loved him. Her concerned expression melted as her heart skipped a beat, thinking how much Luka believed in what they had.

She smiled as she presented her finger, and Luka placed the promise ring on her.

Marinette was in awe, looking at the small diamond that was now wrapped around her. She just felt so lucky being loved this much, and she almost wanted to show it off to all her friends as if it were an actual engagement ring.

But she turned to Luka, who gave her his usual "I love you" face. Everything he did reminded her that she was loved.

"I love you, Luka."

Luka's aquamarine eyes shined like the sea, and his smile was as warm as sunlight.

"I love you too, Marinette."

Marinette moved in closer, so she sat on his lap and hugged him while resting her head on his broad chest. Luka gently hugged her as well, and they stayed in blissful silence for a moment.

Then Marinette broke the hug and eagerly jumped off the picnic table to pack up the picnic basket.

"Luka, let's go get ice cream."

Luka had to admit that sharing Andre's ice cream did seem perfect after he and Marinette made a promise. And he was craving more sweet stuff.

"Sure, Marinette."

Luka placed his guitar in his guitar case, and the two of them walked hand and hand.

But feeling Marinette's ring on her finger gave Luka even more blissful daydreams of a beautiful future together.

#endgame lukanette #lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction #I nearly gave myself a cavity over this!

[yan-twst]

Reaction of Riddle, Azul, Silver, Ruggie, Deuce and Malleus when they hear MC call them by some affectionate nickname (like darling, love, honey) for the first time

riddle rosehearts

he'll immediately go bright red and stutter whatever he was saying, completely caught off guard. sure, it wasn't like he never used words of affection with his darling, but- but! being called "love" just so easily...!

he'd try to keep his cool and reply back with another cutest nickname... although he isn't really "keeping his cool" as much as he is "violently blushing" and keeping his voice as stable as possible

it's not that he hates it; far from it, he loves being called those sort of things, but please! not around other students, especially not heartslabyul! cater and trey already tease him enough, if they heard riddle's darling calling him "honey" he would never hear the end of it!

deuce spade

this boy would feel incredibly warm and look to the side when his darling first uses such a nickname. that's- that's so sweet... how should he react?! should he call them another cute nickname back?! say thank you??

because he wants to be a good boyfriend, he'd try to get used to the sweet nicknames and use them on his darling- after all, if this is how they show affection, he'd better express he likes it, right?

he ends up parroting most nicknames his darling uses whenever he does try to use them, but for the most part he just blushes and intentando beams whenever his darling calls him things like "sweetheart" and "honey"

azul ashengrotto

he's used to calling his darling things like "seashell" or "angelfish"- a habit he might have picked from floyd- to make them embarrassed and blushy. however, he never expected the tables to turn; his cheeks turn red when his darling first calls him "love"

he really likes it, but it does embarrass him a little. he has a big scary reputation, and the people who fear him become really confused when they hear him being called things like "lovebug" or such- but azul feels so giddy whenever his darling calls him those things, he can't bring himself to ask them to stop

jade and floyd absolutely tease him about it. well, mainly floyd. azul doesn't care much, though: his darling loves him and if they want to show it that way, he is more than happy to oblige

ruggie bucchi

he has received many nicknames, especially from kids in his neighbourhood who couldn't pronounce his name- however, this is the first time he receives such a sweet nickname

he'd smile and blush, probably laugh his usual "shishishi" laugh- aww, ok, his darling's too cute! do they really like him so much to call him "honey" like that? they sound like they already married him!

he absolutely won't mind, even if leona may try to tease him when the lion finds out. it's no biggie: ruggie is THE trickster in savannaclaw, so the lion will quickly come to regret making fun of ruggie's darling's little nicknames

silver

he'd be a little bit embarrassed. honey...? sweetie...? those are rather cute nicknames- shouldn't it be him saying those things to his darling or something? however, he does enjoy being called those things, it's a small reminder of how much he's loved

especially waking up to his darling gently calling him by those sweet nicknames. compared to his usual being poked by lilia until he wakes, or being woken by sebek's screams, he finds his darling's cutesy nicknames to be way more pleasant at bringing him out of sleep- even if it takes more time to do so

of course lilia finds out and immediately teased silver. isn't it every father's duty to tease their child, just a little- especially when it comes to their love life? silver wouldn't be a huge fan of this, but all it'd take is his darling to make him get over his grumpiness

malleus draconia

in terms of nicknames, he has no room to say anything- after all, he's been the one who mostly used them for his darling! if he could so easily call them "little one", "child of man", and so many other odd names, he surely could stand being called honey and sweetheart, right?

well, not quite- he's still caught off guard by the first time he's called that. my, what a daring little human to call him- the scary malleus draconia- "honey"! he likes it very much!

he wouldn't be shy to have his darling call him those names in public, or even around his fellow diasomnia members. even if sebek has to physically stop himself from yelling to "not call the you g lord a 'sweetie', refer to him as Lord Malleus!"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #riddle rosehearts #deuce spade #azul ashengrotto #ruggie bucchi #malleus draconia

[howdoyousleep3]

i mean no disrespect

Hello, lovebugs! Happy isolation! Got a treat for you today. Tons of you wanted possessive Daddy!Steve but…quite a few of you also wanted jealous Baby!Buck. Here you go love yooooooouuuuuu. 

Bucky hadn’t wanted to go out, had just wanted to stay in and have a quiet night at home after such a tough week at school, but Steve had insisted they go out and celebrate the end of the semester. He had used to sweet voice, all those…words and it didn’t help that Steve used touch to convince Bucky to go out as well. He had agreed, had been hopeful that they could have a good night and then come home and snuggle and fall asleep, but then—

“Bucky, baby he didn’t mean anything by it, he’s just a kid.” Just a kid. Their waiter had to have been around Bucky’s age and he chooses to ignore Steve’s choice of words and reassurance.

“Age or not, Mr. Rogers, prick had it comin’ to him,” Bucky spits out and he swears to himself that is all he will say about the matter, is more content with pouting than with expressing his feelings. Disgusting. Steve chuckles from the driver’s seat, pulls onto his street, apparently insists on not dropping the subject.

“He was bein’ polite, Buck,” is all he says, and Bucky swears if Steve says anything along the lines of, “Calm down,” he is going to set this city on fire. That doesn’t happen though, the older man thankfully taking his silence to heart, and Bucky continues to pout and fume.

Bucky had known since the moment they sat down at their table that it was not going to be a pleasant experience. Their waiter introduced himself, Bucky not bothering to look up at him, more focused on the menu and his rumbling stomach, but his tone of voice directed at Steve had Bucky’s eyes flicking up to him almost immediately. He knew that tone of voice; that was his voice, the voice he saved only for Daddy.

The man was young and pretty, had eyelashes that rivaled Steve’s own, and he was practically drooling at Steve’s feet the entire night. He paid little attention to Bucky, doted on Steve’s every need, checked in often, but Bucky’s breaking point was when the kid had the audacity to place his hand on Steve’s shoulder, giggling. It wasn’t even anything worthy of the laugh and the praise, but it had the kid laughing and exclaiming, “Oh, Mr. Rogers!” and Bucky had wondered to himself if he was in the beginning of a shitty porno.

Bucky had never personally understood the phrase “seeing red” before, of being so out of control of your reactions and your emotions that your vision literally fades out, but he knows now. He knows exactly what that phrase means. He’s a polite person, was raised in the Midwest, had manners and was kind to all, but this kid brought the worst out of him. When the waiter dropped off the check, Steve giving him his card without opening the booklet, he asked what Steve’s plans were for the rest of the night because fuck Bucky apparently. He hadn’t been able to stand it anymore, leaned forward on his elbows, bit at his lip some, reddened it and purred, “Yeah, Daddy—what are our plans for the rest of the night?”

It was the boldest thing Bucky had ever done, the sexiest he has ever sounded to his own ears, and Steve’s eyes twinkled knowingly, the waiter suddenly not very interested in hearing Steve’s response. He thought it would make him feel better, letting this other guy know who he was and his role, but it hadn’t. It hadn’t done a damn thing and Bucky was still in a sour mood, almost wanted to square up, wanting physical violence a shock to his system. The worst was how amused Steve seemingly was and still is.

When they pull into Steve’s parking spot in front of his house Bucky is out of the car before the older man can turn the car off, shutting the car door a little to hard. He can hear Steve chuckle behind him and it makes Bucky’s blood boil a little, wishing Steve would take him a little more seriously. Bucky’s temper hits its maximum level when he hears Steve mumble, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, Buck,” as he opens the door.

He still wants to hit something, wants some sort of burst of release, and he kicks his shoes off, throws his wallet on the counter in the kitchen, hears Steve behind him.

“Bucky, come on. Talk to me, you’ll feel better. Come ‘ere, ya little spitfire, talk to me,” Steve says, voice still amused which just irks the fuck out of Bucky. Steve can get jealous and it’s a serious fucking deal and they have to talk but Bucky gets jealous one time and it’s a huge fucking joke.

“Shut up,” Bucky finds himself spitting out and it makes him feel both uneasy and relieved. He rarely is so outspoken or aggressive but it feels so good to say that out loud, to bite that out and be a little mean. He’s making his way through the living room when he hears Steve respond with, “Why don’t you come over here and make me.” It makes Bucky stop in his tracks, a stutter of a step, makes him rolls his neck a little to try and ease to ache that suddenly appears there, the build-up of pressure. Fuck Steve Rogers.

Steve looks like he’s ready for a fight, feeling a little fiery a little growth of some anger underlying there as well. He takes his suit jacket off, tosses it to the couch, puts his hands on his hips.

“Come on, let’s go. You wanna fight, let’s fight. What’s got ya so angry, baby? Huh? Is it ‘cause I took you out to dinner when you didn’t want to?” Any other time, any other time, Bucky would take a few deep breaths, count to ten, and tell Steve he was going to shower and be fine afterwards. Today and in this moment? Bucky picks this fight. He stomps right over to Steve, stops a few steps in front of him, points his finger.

“Yeah! Yeah that’s something. Didn’t give a damn about what I wanted, did you? Told you I wanted to stay in but you pushed and fucking pushed, Steve!” Steve chuckles, takes a step towards Bucky and keeps a neutral face and fuck that. “Wanted to treat you right, sugar. You know that. Why’re you really upset, huh? Is it because somebody else wanted me to be their Daddy?”

Bucky sees red for the second time that evening.

His stall in answering gives Steve his confirmed answer and the older man lunges as he chuckles, grabs at Bucky, loops an arm tight around his lower back and a snarl of a noise rips from his chest, an animalistic one he doesn’t even recognize. He has just enough time to bring his arms between their two bodies, his hands pushing at Steve’s chest hard as the older man grabs for the back of his neck. He has no chance at getting away, Steve’s strength vastly outweighing his own, and that adds to his anger and fire.

“Come on, Buck—out with it. You jealous? Huh? You pissed that someone else tried to get your Daddy’s attention?” He speaks right into his ear, holds him painfully tight and painfully close, and Bucky detests how much it makes his gut turn, how much he loves that voice in his ear. There are teeth tearing at his ear and he gives Steve’s chiseled chest a useless shove, pulls his earlobe out of Steve’s mouth in what almost turns into a headbutt.

“No, m’not—”

“Ohh, baby come on. You jealous? Huh?” Bucky shoves again, finds himself against a wall as their feet tangle and they stumble a few steps into the hallway.

“I’m not jealous!It’s just…” Steve bites at his jaw, grips the back of his neck tight, makes Bucky give a few good shakes to try and put up a fight.

“Just what? Huh? Just what?” Bucky has no choice but to break, to quite frankly explode.

“You’re mine!”

Not even two seconds pass before Steve purrs, bends and pulls Bucky in by the back of the neck, presses a few wet and fiery kisses to his lips, ones that Bucky can’t even reciprocate properly, just takes it. Bucky feels a little better after the burst, but the words are what makes him the most relieved, hadn’t been aware how badly he needed to say them out loud. When Steve pulls his lips back and locks eyes with Bucky it’s like the largest need to claim and take rushes through his body. He leans forward, chastely kisses at Steve’s lips, tastes him and tests the waters, and then…

Becomes an entirely different person. It’s like he’s possessed, needs to taste and consume and take which doesn’t happen often for him but nothing has ever taken him over like this urge. He’s never kissed this hard or open-mouthed or wet, turning his head to each side, has never commanded a kiss in such a way. He’s hungry, so hungry for Steve’s attention and validation, wants to remind the older man that he is so worthy of his love and attention.

Steve’s hands cup his ass in a move that escalates and shifts the energy between them, makes Bucky entirely desperate for Steve, needs the most intimacy he can get from Daddy, still urgent and moody underneath. Steve lifts, Bucky hops and his arms come up to loop around the older’s neck, to run his hands up and through his hair, to tug, as Steve holds him easily in his arms.

“You have no idea how much I want you, baby,” Steve whispers in a gruff voice as he turns to carry Bucky in the direction of the bedroom, steps heavy and frantic as Bucky lets out a set of desperate whimpers, kissing and nipping at Steve’s jawline, “Fuck, seein’ you get a little pissy does things to me, sweetheart. Seein’ you get territorial, goddamn.” This is the best outcome Bucky could’ve gotten with his attitude and his words, Steve wanting to hold him and kiss him and appreciate him.

“Daddy,” he whines again, sucks Steve’s earlobe into his mouth before he is turned and tossed on to the bed, going hot all over at the show of strength. Saying out loud who Steve is to him does wonders to his body and his mind, makes him whimper it out again and then again, as the older man crawls after Bucky, kneeling onto the bed and then sliding up his body.

“Yeah, baby who knew my sweet little boy could get so mean and fierce, huh?” He’s above Bucky speaking and just pressing him into the mattress, his hips moving in a way that seems unintentional, licking and kissing up the column of his neck. Bucky’s a mess can only gasp and swallow his whines, but he’s still feeling that underlying fire, that need to push and take, especially when he feels just how hard Daddy is.

“You wanna show everybody who your Daddy is? Yeah? Wanna show ‘em I’ve got the best boy in the world, that I’m nobody else’s?” Bucky nods his head frantically, tugs Steve’s head down and around by his hair, makes the older man hiss. “Then do it, show ‘em who I belong to fuck, honey come on. Show ‘em what’s yours.”

Bucky feels like he is going to melt out of his clothes, sink into the floor, so dizzy with arousal he can’t help but cry out, pump his hips up into Steve’s. The older man is giving him permission, is letting him take charge and be forceful, knows that he needs it in this moment the most and Bucky takes it. In an instant and in a frankly impressive move, he hooks his leg around the back of Steve’s knee and rolls, holds onto broad shoulders as he flips their positions. Steve’s eyes are dark and encouraging, half-lidded as he looks up at Bucky and his hands reach for Steve’s belt.

He knows they won’t last long, knows they’re going to keep half of their clothes on, knows it’s going to be a fast and rough fuck. He’s impatient and disoriented, locking eyes with Steve as he tries to work on his pants, gets frustrated and moves to dispose himself of his own pants. He hops off the bed and kicks off his shoes, rips his pants down his legs, his briefs, doesn’t even bother with anything else. He is overwhelmed with this urge, this animalistic urge, to have Daddy’s cock in his mouth, to rub it across his face, to lap at his balls.

“Here, come ‘ere,” Steve commands, bottle of lube in one hand, removing the cap efficiently and squirting some into Bucky’s hand. “What? You don’t think I don’t know that cock-hungry look you get when you want somethin’ in your mouth, sugar? Open yourself up while you suck me off,” and fuck he loves this man so much, groans when Steve gives him a hard pat on the cheek before leaning back onto the bed. Bucky contemplates his options for two seconds and decides to stay on the floor between Steve’s legs and with his dry hand he shoves at the older man’s chest rather roughly.

Bucky always tries so hard to not get carried away with his vain thoughts, his infatuation and complete adoration for Steve’s body, but he is a weak man. Bucky loves Daddy’s cock, thick and heavy on his tongue, long enough to gag on a little bit. He’s gotten good at sucking cock, thoroughly enjoys doing it, especially since he is the only person who gets to do it. This is Steve’s cock but this is his cock. He tells Steve so as he yanks him out of his briefs, swipes the fingers covered in lube over his own hole, rubs it around the sensitive skin of his taint, his crack.

“S’mine, mine. My cock, Daddy,” he coos before wrapping his lips around the tip, slurping and pursing out spit as he goes. Steve leans up on his elbows just in time to watch Bucky take his length in whole, groans from deep within his chest as Bucky looks up at him in just the way he knows Steve loves, just the way only Bucky can do. His tongue runs along the underside as he bobs his head some, not bothering for a build, giving it his all, proving himself.

He remembers that Daddy gave him a command, told him to prep himself, and he has to be the best boy, the best, brings his hand back around to his own ass. He moans around Steve’s cock, pulls off to stroke it as he laps at the angry crown, presses and rubs at his eager hole.

“Daddy, gonna get this little cunt all ready for you, it’s so hungry. You gonna feed it? You gonna lemme fuck myself full on it?” Bucky feels confident and needy, once again doesn’t feel like himself, knows this is unprecedented, him spewing such filth, but he needs to prove himself. The two men moan in unison, one in response to words and one from the feeling of one of his own fingers pressing inside of himself, and Bucky slips Steve’s cock inside of his mouth, lets himself moan around it like a whore.

“Fuck! Bucky, baby,” is all Steve can shout and it makes Bucky purr as he clenches around his own finger, gets impatient and moves to press a second digit in alongside the first. It’s a stretch, burns a little even with the immense amount of lube, makes him cry out a little bit around his mouthful. But he needs this. He powers through, works himself and Steve, pumps his hand around Daddy’s erection as he works his mouth at the same time he presses and stretches himself on his fingers. In the back of his mind he can’t ignore the part of him that wants it to hurt a little, that wants that reminder of ownership unknown to all but them.

He’s decided it, takes his strained mouth off of Steve, pulls his fingers out of himself a little too roughly, clambers up and over the older man, reaches for his cock. A smack on his cheek and a grip to his chin is something he definitely did not see coming, makes him gasp and look down at Steve in the forced eye contact.

“Hey, hey. You take care’a yourself, you prep yourself. You think your done? With just two’a your little  fingers?” Steve says in a scolding tone, one unintentionally humiliating, the grip on his chin making him whine. Any other time he would whine and pout, bat his eyelashes and probably ask for Steve to help him, to get him good and ready, but not today. He turns his head down, goes to bite at Steve’s hand, reaches behind him to grab for Steve’s cock.

“This is what I want, I’m showin’ them who you are. You’re my Daddy, lemme do this. Green.” Bucky holds Steve’s cockhead at his hole, wiggles around on it as he spits his words out, and he can see the moment Steve folds, gives into what Bucky wants in this moment. He concedes with a grit of his teeth, leans up on his elbows and mumbles, “Get on with it then, baby.”

It’s…a lot. Steve doesn’t slip inside of him easily, Bucky having to press down some and fight through the resistance, but it’s what he wants, what this side of him desires. Steve doesn’t touch him or console him with his hands but he is looking up at Bucky reverently, so intensely, leans up towards him, his words are so hushed but laced with sugary sweetness.

“That’s it, sugar you wanted it, you got it. Show ‘em, show ‘em how well you take my fuckin’ cock, how well you eat it up. Show ‘em you were made for me.”

Bucky knows there is no “them”, there is no audience whatsoever, no eyes in their bedroom, but Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t show the world that he was meant to be Steve Roger’s boy. All of these small noises are falling from his lips, grunts and whimpers and whines, but fuck if Daddy’s cock splitting him open doesn’t feel like the best goddamn thing in the world in this moment. His palms come down to Steve’s chest, curl into his meaty pecs over the fabric of his dress shirt and he wishes they would have thought to take Steve’s shirt off. He loves looking at his chest.

When he bottoms out, his entire body is trembling, feels like Daddy’s cock is in his throat, doesn’t even wait and starts rolling his hips, grinding down.

“S’my boy, come on, Buck. Take it.”

Bucky tends to be a slow rider, a sensual one who takes his time and loves to feel

He enjoys the slow build and the intimacy, but this is not one of those moments. He cries out, a low long moan, as he situates himself on top of Steve, bringing his legs up to squat over Daddy and fuck if that isn’t intense. He gives himself a few seconds to brace and bear down, to get used to the feeling, before he is raising his lower half, lowering it just as quickly. 

He sets a devastating pace, bounces on Daddy’s cock like a little bunny, grips Steve’s tits like it’s the only thing holding him down. He can’t stop the noises from flowing, a stream of low wails and “Daddy”’s and sobs, drinks in Steve’s own grunts and groans. He feels cockdrunk just a few minutes in, beyond thankful for the amount of lube Steve had given him, makes him as slippery as a little wet pussy. He angles his hips, presses back a little, damn near squeals when he finds his sweet spot, uses Steve’s cock to fuck into it with vigor. 

“Fuckin’ look at you, fuck such a little slut for Daddy, aren’t ya? Yeah, you take it, show ‘em. Show ‘em no one can do it like you, show ‘em how you take Daddy’s cock.” 

“Ohh fuck, Daddy feels…feels so good, so big, s’gonna make me c-come, ohh,” Bucky sobs, hiccups through a few words, his own erection having gone entirely forgotten about until this moment. It bobs lewdly as he bounces, smacks down onto Steve’s shirt, almost reaches up to smack against his own shirt, his own stomach. It’s so angry and so red, matches Bucky’s mood of the evening, and the tip is so shiny and leaking it makes him cry out just looking at it. 

Bucky’s legs are a little achy, arms as well, but there’s nothing that could make him stop riding Daddy into tomorrow. A few filthy rolls of his hips that has Steve groaning in disbelief, has Bucky’s head lolling back as he moans, and he knows he’s going to come, can feel the stirrings of it in his gut. He’s gasping as he bounces, doubles his efforts with a hiccup of a noise, brings a hand up to wrap it around Steve’s neck in a hysterical move. 

“That’s it, sugar you take it. Gimme what I want, what is mine. Show ‘em how you come on Daddy’s cock, do it.”

“Daddy! I’m—”

“Yeah, come on.”

Bucky’s eyes roll at the first of the feelings of his orgasm, leaning back and grinding in hard, teeth aching and he shouts for the neighbors to hear, the world. He feels his cock shoot off, knows his come has to be covering Daddy’s shirt, curls into his body a little bit as his climax rocks his body. When he leans forward he feels Steve’s hands on him for the first time since he’s sat down on Daddy’s cock, a few hard smacks on his ass. 

“Don’t you stop on me now, sugar don’t you be selfish. You want this come you gotta work for it, come on. Fuck me.” 

There’s a few more slaps on his ass, ones that make him fall forward a little more, in addition to him curling in on himself from his climax, and Steve takes advantage of it, wraps an arm around the back of Bucky’s neck and pulls him down and close, him now being bent in half. It’s an awkward position, an awkward angle, but Bucky finds it easy to rock, raise, and lower his hips. His movements are shaky, sloppy, uncoordinated, he’s sure he’s drooling into the crook of Steve’s neck, but the older’s words are so sweet, so filthy, that he can’t help but rock and move with vigor. 

“That’s it, s’my boy the best boy, aren’t you? Huh? Fuckin’ Daddy’s cock into that pretty hole even after you’ve come all over us. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” 

Skin slaps skin, loud, Bucky bounces and whimpers, “M’the best boy, Daddy, your best…” and then Steve’s hips are meeting Bucky’s movements, frantic and messy, and Daddy is gasping into his ear, arm tightening around Bucky’s neck and he’s coming. 

Bucky loves it when Daddy comes. Just like how he hates how much he loves having Steve’s cock in his mouth he is embarrassed at how much he loves Daddy coming inside of him. He loves how Steve loses some of his self-control, his hands going grabby, his movements going rough. He loves the sounds of Daddy coming undone, or hearing the way he goes breathless and groans and a little reverent, like Bucky’s other-worldly. He loves feeling used for Daddy’s pleasure. 

Steve’s arm is still tight around his neck when he presses kisses all along the side of Bucky’s face, the younger’s legs collapsing down and around Steve’s narrow waist. 

“You feel better, sugar bear? Huh?” Steve whispers in his hear, runs a hand through his hair. Bucky’s eyelids flutter as he thinks, as he lets himself go a little more boneless on top of the older man. 

“Mhmm, I do.”

“You know I love you and you know no one stands a goddamn chance while you’re still around, don’t you? Don’t want to be anybody’s Daddy, ever, no matter how hot it was seeing you stake your claim back at that restaurant.” Bucky lets Steve’s words wash over him like a blanket. They are words he was sure of all along but it’s a gift to have them said out loud and after such a night. All Bucky can say in his sleepy and fuzzy mindset is, “Love you, Daddy.”

Steve chuckles. “Love you too, Buck…”

This is so long and it is so late and I promise to go back and edit my mistake tomorrow but let me know your thoughts, love yooouuu. 😘 😴😴😴

[krembearry]

ok so. I really just forgot who'd id already picked when I was getting pictures, so we really just out here with a fuck off order

but, in order!

1. mufasa! my baby son angel... he's my boyfriends cat but I love him like my own he's perfect and bites because he loves you

2. captain... plus friend. he's an old man who just screams and yells and likes to drink from the faucet

3. zeus..... cruncky... floppy.... perfect....

4. cipher! or bosa, or spoon, or phaow, really whatever you feel like. if you look close you can see one of his pupils is ripped! it's been like that since he was a baby, what a weird guy!

5. summer! she's the puppy, and huge. I love her so much, she's my other baby

6. alien!!!! he's our snake son! he's very kind and thinks he's a tree python bc he hates curling up but loves climbing his branch

7. Zeus again, bc I lost track of pictures, but he's a very pretty boy when he's not crumpled

8. petey! he's extremely sweet, SUCH a lovebug, but he's old and stinky and weird so I call him peepee and its really gross but he's the one who pees on anything he can find so who's REALLY gross

and that's our animals! there's another dog but I can't find any pictures of her, and tbh she's not our dog, her owner just used to live here and then moved into an apartment that doesn't accept dogs so he abandoned her here instead hahaha...

#hey g its me #animals #zeus #summer #petey #captain #mufasa #cipher #alien #what good critters

[et-lesailes]

giving in // part two

PART ONE

pairing: doctor!steve x nurse!reader

word count: 1490

summary: you and steve are dating and your relationship is everything you could have ever asked for. however, you get into a semi serious car accident one night, and steve is worried sick about you.

warnings: car accident tw

themes: light angst but fluff at the end :)

taglist: @viarogers , @evanstush , @chibi-crazy , @chalamet-evans , @world-of-losers , @songforhema, @sebabestianstan101 , @tanyam93 , @bval-1, @wonderwinchester , @little-miss-exo, @poerebel , @pining-and-tired , @gogomez-509 , @patzammit, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @jbug491writinghelp, @quaiderade, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @capsiclesdoll, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox

note: requested by @dawnstonoons // for now, this will probably be the final part to this series unless i get a specific request for a part 3, but i hope you guys enjoy! also shoutout to @thewritingdoll for the graphic!

You had been on the way to the hospital in the first place when it had happened.

Steve was working a graveyard shift and you, the great girlfriend that you were, had been planning on bringing him a midnight snack from his favorite burger joint- most likely his favorite because of its late night hours that accommodated his schedule. He had gotten a new position at the hospital, and while it was a lot of work and late nights, you were still proud of him. If anything, it was for the best that you weren't the nurse working for him while being his girlfriend, and so you did not mind being distanced at work either. God knows how distracted you would be if you were seeing him every second of the day, anyways. Besides, he made up for his busy schedule as much as he could when he had days off, giving you all of his attention and showering you with love.

You had been on the way to the hospital with a burger, but now you were on the way in an ambulance. 

While driving through the intersection on a green light, a driver who very clearly had a red light had decided to proceed anyways, succeeding in slamming into the left back door of your car. Thankfully it wasn't your door itself, but the impact was enough to send your car spinning, eventually crashing into a nearby light post and proceeding to knock you out as your head lurched forward, hitting the wheel. It was up to the paramedics now; you were out cold, just like Steve's burger was getting as it had been tossed around to the floor of the passenger seat of your totaled car. 

_______

Steve was exiting a patient room when he saw the team rush in with a figure on a gurney, the normal commands being barked left and right to get her into a room and in stable condition. He immediately started following out of habit, ready to help his team-- however, his eyes instantly widened when he saw your face. "What the hell happened?!" he instantly demanded as he looked up at the others, eyebrows furrowed deeply and features laced with desperate concern. The car accident was explained to him briefly, considering they were more focused on tending to you, and he listened as he rushed along with them, hand instinctively reaching to hold yours tightly. "Fuck. Shit." He cursed under his breath, biting his lip harshly as he looked down at your unconscious frame. Entering the room with everyone else, he immediately grabbed a pair of gloves, starting to put them on. "We need to stop the bleeding now, she's already-"

"Dr. Rogers," one of the doctors cut him off, biting her lip apologetically. "Dr. Barnes is on his way to lead this operation-- we don't believe it's wise to have you be in the room at all for this.... you're too close with the patient, you may be too distraught to focus." The blond immediately stopped in his tracks, looking to her defensively about to protest-- though deep down, he knew she was right. He would make the same decision if he was in her place. He sighed frustrated, taking his gloves off and coming to your side one more time, squeezing your hand. "I promise you're going to be alright, doll," he muttered softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I'll see you soon. So soon. Be strong for me." Taking a deep breath, he stepped back, nodding to the team leaving his trust in their hands as much as he could before turning around and exiting through the double doors. 

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Waking up was confusing as hell. All you had remembered was the impact of the crash, and then everything was completely black. However, you had no time to even attempt to jog your memory considering the second you woke up, Steve was jumping to his feet from the chair beside your bed. 

"Baby. Are you alright? Shit, I was so worried." He took your hand and looked at you sadly with worry, eyes focused on yours. "Do you remember anything?" You held his hand lightly, not feeling completely strong enough to even give it a good squeeze; you felt groggy and your brain didn't even feel like your own. Looking up at him, you squinted slightly as if unable to recognize him. "Steeeeeve? Is that you?" you slurred, and he blinked before barely chuckling, though he still looked nervous. "Yeah, baby. I see the morphine worked a little too well. Y/N, are you okay?" he repeated his question and you started to open your eyes more, looking up into his pacific ones. You were silent for a few moments before a giggle suddenly broke out, your fingers properly intertwining with his now. "You're the cutest, baby," you told him with a confident nod, a somewhat mushy smile on your face. "The most handsome baby there ever is. And you're alllll miiiine." You studied his eyes closer, adding, "Did you know your eyes are really blue? Like, really blue. They're so pretty." You giggled again as you reached up to poke his nose and he blinked before laughing, a bit of worry fading away from his face. "Mm, alright, I think you're okay." He confirmed fondly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you think my eyes are pretty."

"All of you is pretty!" you suddenly insisted as if trying to convince him of this, grabbing his arm and pulling him down. "And I'm so, so lucky that the prettiest boy in the entire universe is my boyfriend." You then narrowed your eyes so fast, he practically almost widened his own from being so thrown off. "You're only MY boyfriend, right?? There's no OTHER nurse out there... is there?" He blinked and then laughed again, shaking his head as he slowly sat down in his chair again, though still holding your hand. "No, sweetheart. You're the only sexy nurse in my life, don't worry." You almost instantly laughed cutely upon hearing this, serious expression completely wiped off your face, lifting his hand up to play with his fingers. "Good. Because then I'd have to do some real NOT pretty stuff to her. Because you're miiiine, and I'm yoooours!" you (poorly) sang the last part to the tune of the Jason Mraz song, and he couldn't help but grin widely, leaning in to give your cheek a loving peck. "Mmm you're so adorable, lovebug. And you know, I'd really like to see you fight someone over me, now that would be hot." He added jokingly, and you giggled again. "I don't actually know how to fight though...." you admitted, your smile suddenly fading as if this was a huge problem. "Maybe me and her could have a bake off over you or something..."

He couldn't help but laugh loudly at that, scooting his chair closer to your side. "As long as I'm the judge, I have absolutely no problem with that cutie pie. But, hey, listen to me for a sec." His expression became a little more serious as he rubbed your knuckles lightly with his fingers, tilting his head. "I was so scared tonight. I-I don't know what I would have done if I lost you. And it made me realize there's so much we haven't done yet, so much I haven't been able to tell you." You looked at him just as seriously, your brain somewhat registering that this was a much deeper topic than competitively preparing pastries, remaining quiet as he continued. "I've never met someone as special as you before. It was never just about physical attraction with you, even if we had sex before we actually started dating. You know that, right?" You nodded your head slowly, looking up at him with somewhat round eyes. He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, murmuring, "You're so damn precious to me. I love you, and I never, ever want to lose you. I'd be a fucking mess, baby doll." He pulled back to look down into your eyes, adding softly, "I just wanted you to know all of this. I want you to know how much you mean to me." 

You gazed up into his eyes, the drugs still hazing your tired mind, your subconscious wishing this had been recorded. Oh well, he could repeat this tomorrow. Nodding your head, you simply replied sleepily, "Yep. I'm special edition, baby." 

With that, your eyes were closing again, slipping soundly into dreamland. He looked down at you somewhat baffled for a few moments, his lips in a perfect 'o' as he slowly leaned back in his chair with an incredulous scoff. "Okay," he mumbled in amusement, "maybe that was on me for trying to be sentimental when you're drugged up, but come on doll." Still, he couldn't help but laugh, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it gently. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you so much."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers fluff #chris evans x reader #doctor!steve

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Dangerous (Part 2/2)

Description: After meeting two handsome men in a club in London and finding out that these two men are friends, you were excited about trying something you've never done before.

A/N: This is sooo inspired by The Golden Rule (The Lonely Island) because I think these two sang it immediately after she told them to meet her outside the club in ten. 👀🤣

Tagging: @missdictatorme​ @yaeji-passion​

Playlist: The idiot dumbass sandwich that stole my heart™

Part 1.

"Can you take Amber home?" - You asked Monica who was already supporting your drunk friend on her shoulder. She first opened up her mouth, but as soon as she saw standing the two men in the rain smoking and chatting, she understood.

That was so wild she giggled with a surprised expression. You weren't sure about leaving with one guy, but suddenly, there were both of them waiting for you to take your time. You never came across as a friend who would like something so... Nasty. Monica never had tried something like that, neither had you, but she understood as soon as she saw both of them.

"I knew you had it in you, you freak." - She giggled when drunk Amber told you threw a hundred times how much she loves you and that you're the best maid of honor on the whole world. - "Show them who's the boss here." - She slapped your ass, making you jolt excitedly - and placing dirty grins on the men's faces. You watched as the two of them getting into the cab, knowing well that once they leave you'll be in the hands of these two men. Which made you nervous.

"Any problems here, ladies?" - Sam strolled next to you, smiling at Amber already sitting on the backseat. She pointed at the man, opened up her mouth and squealed. She knew she already has seen him that night. Monica but a hand over her mouth as soon as she started to frantically mumble something, giving Drake one of those smiles. - "No that I would be aware of one, Mr. Drake. And be careful with her, because I'll find you and cut your weenie off if one of you does something she doesn't like, are we clear?" - She asked sweetly, having both you and Amber looking at her.

Although Sam looked mysterious for a second, soon, he started to laugh. - "Understood, Miss Monica. But trust me, the things on my mind... She's going to love all of it." - He winked at Monica, closing the door behind her. For a second, you were still standing there, Sam was still smoking and watched the cab with your friends leaving. - "Can we?" - The man grinned at you, walking backward to Charlie who was waiting for you, watching you with his palms in the pockets of his jeans.

The ride to Cutter’s apartment wasn't anything special - the bald man had a palm over your shoulder while Drake sat from the other side, having his palm on your knee, smoothing it subconsciously. You were sitting there between the two men, listening to them having a conversation about historical research.

These two weren't only someone who wanted to get laid for the night or some animals without respect to women, otherwise, you wouldn't be clothed when getting out of the cab. They were smart - and you meant seriously smart. Cutter was talking about a specific historical period this thing was supposed to be from and Sam sometimes hummed, responding a few words.

It was a surprise when the cab stopped in front of a huge, tall building in one of the better locations in London. Your friend told you that you'd have to be extremely rich and crazy to live there, which Cutter probably was. Just the entrance hall and a small yard inside the complex made you wonder - it was something built in an antique style with a pool in there.

"You live here?" - You asked when you were taking the stairs to the third floor, still looking onto the yard. Cutter turned his head at you. It was the first time you asked them something since you got out of the club. Normally, girls had a million questions about threesomes - like who’s on the top, who’s the bottom, if they have to do the infamous sandwich and so on... And yet, even if it was evident that you're doing this for the first time, your mouth was shut the whole time. So he smiled at you.

"Yeah. But it’s not because I have money to waste." - Charlie answered with true honesty in his face. - "He's extremely claustrophobic." - Sam said with a neutral expression, making you look at Charlie more attentively. Such a tall man, a macho man if you will, was afraid of small spaces? Yeah, you could see why he liked that place, yet the money he was paying for this place must've been crazy.

The men didn't tear the clothes off you even after the door to Cutter’s apartment was locked. They went straight to the bedroom... But not to fuck you senseless, yet to have another chit-chat and a glass of Scotch. Was the threesome even happening? Or..?

So while these two were talking in front of the big wall made out of glass, you were looking at the things Cutter had there - there was a lot of books, some ancient things you held in your hand for a second, then there was a huge TV with a lot of movies to choose from... And the bedroom looked messy and cozy as hell. Charlie didn't spend too much time thinking about the bedsheets or tidying them up, but it wasn’t smelly or anything.

You heard them bickering when you walked to the stereo, looking at the playlist Cutter had there. You smiled after reading the name of the song - and an idea came across your mind. You pressed play, letting it yell loudly all over the big bedroom.

The men didn't look at you, so you rose your hands above your head, swaying your hips in the bass guitar's melody, having a smile on your lips. That was when Samuel poked Cutter's hip, both of them shifting their attention to you.

You were dancing around, playing with your hair, showing them what you could do. When the second chorus came around, you looked at the men, slowly tugging the wet t-shirt from your body, revealing the bra you had on. Your boobs jumped around when you swayed your hips one more time, pointing both your fingers at them to lure them closer.

Samuel put the glass down, walking to you first. His palms copied the motion of your hips, his pelvis joining yours in the provocative movements. Charlie would be good with just watching Sam kissing you slowly as you danced, yet he didn't miss on the opportunity to press his chest on your back. The bulge on your ass showed you that he's into that as well.

Gently, you let Samuel's lips go, searching for the back of Cutter's head. When you found it, you let him kiss you as well, moaning again at the sensation. Each of you was moving the same rhythm and you were nothing but three bodies slowly destroyed with lust. While Sam kissed your neck and pulled your jeans a bit lower with his fingers, Charlie was kissing you and palming these incredible two girls you had on your chest.

"What about a quick shower before the long night, lovebug?" - Sam breathed out into your neck, slowly getting the pants even lower. Cutter slowly leaned from your lips, having you looking at him like the baby girl you were. - "Mate's idea is great, cutie. Come or we'll show you how bad girls are treated." - The older man agreed with Samuel, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom. You made sure to drag Samuel along as well, giving him a sweet smile when you did so.

The bathroom was horrendously huge as well. Charlie might have some problems with small spaces in the end. Cutter was there to snap you out of the trance by taking the bra off of you and letting it fall on the ground along with your jeans. You helped him with kicking at away, walking to the shower right after that. You hated the England plumbing system. Once the water poured down on you, you yelled when it was ice-cold, then it suddenly went boiling and it took you almost ten minutes before you found the temperature you were okay with.

It was strange to see one of the men already naked, specifically cutter, but the other one leaning into the counter with a sink, lighting another cigarette up. Samuel loved the sight in front of him. It didn't strike him that your make-up was already smudged and your hair wet, he was in love with the gaze you were giving him. You had the vibe of an animal standing in the lights of a car, partially covering yourself with your hands while showing him these exquisite buttcheeks. Jesus, you were beautiful.

"You're not coming in?" - You asked, already feeling Charlie standing not even feet away from you. To make you more relaxed, Cutter started with massaging your back with some shower gel, earning an honest smile from you. But Samuel shook his head, enjoying the scenery. - "I'm good just here, baby."

There was something wickedly erotic about watching his friend getting a girl prepared, just as something was turning on you when you saw Samuel’s eyes not moving away from you. - "Drake, that cabinet on the right, third shelf. Fetch me the wipes." - Charlie turned your face to him, smiling at you while his fingers smoothed the hair off your face. Sure, your make up was running. - "Am I that ugly?" - You asked both the boys, earning a gentle ass slap from the bald man.

"I don't want you to have some rash or a burned skin in the morning, pet, but if you're into this stuff, I won't be stopping you." - Charlie answered you, putting the showerhead in a different direction, looking at your face. To be honest, you hadn't met a guy who would remember this sort of stuff. And it was nice of both of them. Charlie had some gentle-ass fingers, gently wiping every last shit off your face.

Holy shit, you even had the natural beauty other girls could dream about. That was a thing which made his boner go even wilder. And being the little minx you were, you pushed your belly to meet it, nettling it with all the gentleness. - "You little naughty girl." - Cutter laughed at you, still holding the wipe between his fingers before smiling down on you. It didn't take him long before he leaned in, pressing your back to the wall so you would have a good view on Samuel, who was watching the action with a contained smile.

It was just the way you hoped it would be - Cutter was quick and skilled with that mouth, slipping down on his knees before you could say shit. His palm slipped directly between your thighs, playing with you for a second before he turned his head to Samuel. You had already been smiling and biting your lip because it felt nice to feel a man down there.

"You should feel how wet this pet is, mate." - Cutter his at Drake who was staring in your eyes the whole time. Your expression changed fairly fast as Cutter worked wonders with entering you and slipping out. For a moment, your mouth was opened, then you bent it until touched the wall, moaning into the ceiling and after that, you closed your eyes, moaning Cutter’s surname. When you would swear it couldn't get better, Cutted swung your leg over his shoulder, burying his face between your legs.

At that sight, Samuel licked his lips, feeling himself getting seriously hard in those pants. Both your palms smoothed the back of the Britishman’s head, pushing him further in. Your breasts were rising and falling in the unsteady rhythm of your breathing, you were barely speaking.

For real, your inability to speak was perfectly reasonable. Cutter knew how to work a girl up until the point she goes crazy for the D, although that night, he was aware that you weren't only his plaything. Cutter was holding back and you still screamed his surname soon enough, holding your head in place, staring into Samuel's eyes. The music changed into something edgier and inviting.

There was a moment when you got lost in the moment, holding Cutter in his place, focusing on the rhythm of his tongue. You could feel all the gentles sucks and swirls, making you weaker and weaker. Along with the fingering, it was a heavenly combination. And you got really surprised when another hand-pulled Charlie from finishing you off completely.

"Let's go the bed, I want to play as well, pal." - Sam smiled wickedly, watching you fighting for every small breath. It didn't mean shit that you were all wet from the water because soon enough, your back leaned into Sam's chest. He already took off his t-shirt, kneeling on the bed in jeans.

Charlie took his time to dry the worst off, waking into the room after you with his pants back on, having a visible bulge in his groin. His chin was still provocatively glistering as he kneeled in front of you, smiling at Sam when his palm caressed your inner thigh.

Was this a hell or heaven? It was hard to tell the difference when you watched Cutter kissing the other thigh. Just when you wanted to circle the back of his head again, Samuel kept your palms directly in place. It was making you feel safe to hold and direct Cutter during eating you out, yet the discomfort to use them make you even wetter. You couldn't stop him once you'll cum. Which meant that you'll be at Charlie's grace.

"Look at him, honey, come on." - Samuel hugged your thighs with his knees, holding you in place. You did as you were told, feeling Drake gently biting on your neck. - "I want you to look at this guy while he'll eating your pussy out, be a doll, will you?" - Drake kissed your ear gently and you nodded, staring at Charlie when he dove back inside, making sure that his fingers are all the way in.

"Her throat, mate." - Charlie mumbled with a concentrated face, having Sam understand immediately. Another palm circled your throat skillfully, squeezing it just enough to have you on the edge, yet not hurting you or have you feeling uncomfortable. - "Attagirl." - Charlie hummed before kissing the sweet spot and curling his fingers inside of you. He had you moaning in a matter of seconds. Cutter spread your legs, even more, having a contained smile of a small boy on his face.

They knew what they were doing, which was evident from each move. They might be in the bed for the first together, but their teamwork was undeniable. While Samuel was praising you for being such a good girl, he made sure you won't try to touch Cutter and as a bonus, he was gently holding your throat. Cutter showed you his giving nature, making you cum twice before he was done with you. At the second one, he had you screaming and rolling eyes, and in those moments, you were beautiful.

After that, he gave Samuel a nod. His jaws needed some rest, so it was up to Drake to have his fun with you. Not for too long, of course, but enough time to get the fun started and some time for a cigarette.

You were ready with your eyes closed, sweat all over your body, your legs were performing a straightway spread eagle when Samuel was getting ready. Sam was looking down on you, taking in all of the beauty while Charlie sat in the corner, having a bulge in his pants and juices all over his face. You didn't know why didn't he wiped them off, yet it felt vulgar to see him wearing a piece of you in such an erotic manner.

There was something vulgar and erotic about seeing his friend fucking a woman he was into as well for Cutter. But he couldn't help himself at the moment he got up and got ready the tease the shit out of Drake.

"Are you sure what to do here, mate? Wanna help?" - Cutter broke the silence, walking next to the bed. His palm gently smoothed your hair, traveling down to cup your breast just moments after that. A moan could be heard when he gently teased your nipple.

"What the fuck are you trying to say, you fuck? Of course, I know what to do." - Samuel frowned, being taken back by Charlie's question. It completely ruined the flow inside Sam's head yet at that moment, you weren't that invested in the actual conversation since Cutter's palms were still playing with you, slowly smoothing your skin until it lingered above your pelvis.

"Sure looks like it, punk. Wanna me to show you how to please a woman?" - Cutter looked Sam in the eyes, completely ignoring his friend being naked.

"Excuse me? You have nothin' on me, so fuck off, sit down and watch." - Samuel hissed back, being completely taken away. Cutter rose his eyebrows, smoothing you with the tips of his fingers, slipping back between your thighs.

"Move, nitwit, I'll show you magic." - Charlie gently pushed Samuel away, still working wonders down there. Yet this time, you paid attention since the warmth around your ankles disappeared.

"Magic up my ass, it's my turn. Fuck off." - Samuel pushed him back, not violently, but it was enough for even the palm between your legs to disappear. You pushed them back together immediately, sitting up to look at these two idiots with your mouth open. What the hell was happening there?

"You fuck off, Drake, or should I show you what a man's punch looks like?" - Cutter threw the cigarette to the ashtray, standing up in front of Sam. Your eyes widened when you realized. These two were fighting. So you got on your knees, putting a hand of both naked chests.

"Boys, is this about trying to figure out who can piss further, or will you have some with me? Calm down, act like damn adults." - You mumbled, shaking your head. Were they forty or fucking five? It was hard to tell, yet more likely, they were mentally children.

"She's right. And you should be glad that she’s here because, under different circumstances, you'd get your face punched." - Cutter stepped back again while slapping you asscheek before sitting back into his chair. It could be felt that for Cutter, slaps on your ass are more or less showing a sings of affection - it never hurt and after each of them, he always gave you a heartwarming smile.

You wondered if he does it normally, in his everyday life. You always found it cute when a man caught his loved one's bottom, slapped it gently, or just held it. He sure seemed like that kind of a man.

After a small smile, you put your focus back on Samuel. The music playing was the only thing you heard when you leaned into the man, tugging him in for a kiss. And it wasn't just any kind of kiss - his palm tugged your hair harshly to lay you down. He crawling on top of you in the process. The warmth of his body never left you for a moment, the pressure on your hair didn't disappear either. Samuel was the boss for the moment and you were fully on board with that fact.

You didn't expect the first penetration come with such a force and as soon as it did. This man had it written in his face - the smile was telling you that he's an animal and that soon, you'll scream for God to help you while Cutter will be just sitting there and watching you. The pace of the act was fast; Sam was doing a lot of things, but riding your wet cunt slowly? That wasn’t one of them. It didn't take him even a minute to make you arch your back and to scratch his shoulders when you tried to keep up with him.

It wasn’t brutal or enjoyable, no, but it was a bit rougher than what you were used to, that was all. And you didn't want the man to stop at all, you did all you could to match his pace. There was scratching, begging, moaning, rolling your eyes, sloppy kisses. It was a cute show to watch you two fucking for Cutter. It could be heard that Drake knows what he's doing, especially when he slipped out and pulled back in forcefully.

The most magnificent moment of the whole show came when you rose your knees to circle Samuel’s hips as you turned your had to the other man in the chair. Cutter leaned closer too, gazing back into your eyes. - "Oh my fucking God." - Was a single scream before you came with an animalistic growl, shaking violently under the American, making him chuckle as he stood up.

"I think this girl is ready for the last number of the night." - Samuel kissed your shoulder, looking at Cutter while palming himself. Charlie smiled as well, having a similar position in his head as well.

"Last number of the night?" - You chuckled, still feeling the heights of orgasm crawling inside your body. Cutter licked his lips as his trousers fell to his ankles, gently turning on your belly. These men were something else. Were you ready for one last time? - "Of course, pet, there will be more coming in the morning." - Cutter bit your earlobe as you felt him entering you again. You couldn't see his member properly, yet he wasn’t the smallest at all.

"Use your elbows, honey. It'll be better." - Sam smiled and kneeled to gave you a kiss when he saw your eyes getting teary. Of course, every position was just the question of the time you get used to it, but this was something extremely new. You did doggy style before, but after just ending with one man to have another entering you, that was something. After the kiss, Charlie finally moved inside and caught your hips to let you get used to the rhythm of the sloppy fucking. Sam could see how contained he feels and on the way you put your hands to support your face, it seemed that you're starting to feel it too.

That was also the moment when you realized why Samuel is standing with his dick directly centimeters from your face. And also the comment about elbows made sense suddenly. With a quick sigh, you leaned in to lick at least the tip of it, only for Cutter to pull you back, getting all of him inside of you. The bald man was teasing the shit out of you until the moment you grabbed Sam’s thigh and clenched your nails to keep him close. He, on the other hand, grabbed your hair rather forcefully leading the place.

Sam checked for tears or red flags all the time - if you wouldn't like sucking his cock, he would just jerk it off. If you'd like to vomit, he would stop immediately. But just when he hit the back of your mouth, you slipped even further down, completely ignoring the gagging reflex. At that feeling, he bent his head backward with a lustful chuckle, putting the second hand into your hair as well.

"Jesus, mate. This feels so good." - Cutter hummed, slapping your ass again. Slowly, he was increasing the speed of his tempos, now getting at the speed of a drill. Samuel smiled at his remark, watching his cock inside your mouth. - "This one’s cute and handy. We hit the jackpot."

Not too long after both boys praising the living fuck out of you, Charlie became ruthless, bouncing your ass on his dick roughly to chase the release. Sam knew that this would be too much, so he stepped back whole having one of his palms entwined with yours, finishing himself off.

To be honest, you felt good. You have never felt better. You accepted Sam’s help with getting into the bathroom to clean both of you from the cum, letting Cutter change the sheets since the cum was everywhere there as well. The bald man landed you one of his flannel, old shirts, letting you lay the way you felt the most comfortable on his fucking huge bed, turning on the TV for you so you could watch something before the men finish the rest, like cleaning themselves, changing into fresh clothes and cleaning up the bedroom.

It was nice, even when the whole thing was done. The men were joking, chuckling, and checking on you. They made you even something to eat before going to sleep.

"How you're feeling, missy?" - Cutter asked and smoothed the hair off your face. Your smile was beaming through the dark bedroom. Only a blind person wouldn't see how tired you were, but you were happy. Such good sex... Who wouldn't be happy? - "It’s Y/N."

Sam surprised chuckled from smoothing your back. - "You didn't even know her name? Oh, Charles..." - Samuel sighed, kissing the back of your neck gently before leaning his chin into your shoulder to watch the movie on the TV.

"I still like pet better." - Charlie smiled, getting up from the bed to give you a small notebook. - "Would like to have your number if it wouldn't be a problem." - The Britishman asked and looked at the movie too.

"Why?" - You asked, but you wrote your name, surname and phone number in nonetheless, adding a small smiley-face at the end.

"Drake and I happen to travel the world often these days, and it would be a pleasure to meet you again. I mean, inside of the bed or in it, it doesn't matter." - Cutter disappeared with the small notebook, and you turned your face to Drake still resting his chin on your shoulder. He didn't look at you, but he did smile.

Boys weren't lying to you. In the morning, you had a pretty sweet waking up with Charles between your legs, seeing Mr. Drake in the bathroom right after that. They rode you back to the hotel, saying goodbye with the sweetest smiles and kisses. And soon after you got back home, you already got a text message.

When you're free?

#sam drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake Uncharted #samuel drake x reader #samuel drake #charlie cutter #charlie cutter uncharted #CHARLIE FOR PRESIDENT OR DADDY #i am low-key shook by Charlie

[luvdsc]

hello hello!! its definitely been a while hasn’t it? 🌱 how have you been?? i’ve been all over the place (hence why its taken me so damn long to send in an ask) but i’ve finally finished all my classes for this semester!! yay!!! (can i get a whoop whoop 🥳) all i have left are a few tests/exams and i’ll be all done for the year 🌸 well that’s enough about me, i wanna hear about you!! how’s life been? have you been taking enough breaks and resting loads? (don’t forget to hydrate💧) (1/5)

congratulations on pulling winwin and jeno for your pcs!! im so happy for you *wipes tear of joy* 🤧 and also a huge huge well deserved congrats on being asked to lead a whole division!! 🎉 i knew all your hard work would pay off, and look where you are now!! 🙌🏻 im so so so proud and glad for you love ❤️ i also happened to see one of your asks about a lemon loaf? it looks super good omg if you’re willing to share the recipe im so down to try it out once im clear with all my uni stuff 🥺 (2/5)

definitely wanting to get back into the mood with baking once everything calms back down, it’ll also be fun to start cracking on christmas cakes 🎄 what are some of your favourite christmas bakes? (3/5)

also this is a super late response to the from home mv but!!! it was so so good omg the visuals the aesthetics 🙌🏻 everyone looked so good and the mv is definitely one of my fave mvs ever 😍 the baby pictures and voiceover that they included too?!?!? i legit almost started ugly crying that was such a sweet moment 🥺😭 but also yeah i wished they incorporated all their languages in the song, but hopefully the next album will have something similar where they’ll include the others!! 🙏🏻 (4/5)

anyways seeing as im sending this in the middle of the week (its wednesday morning at 2.03am for me), i hope you have a great rest of the week and get to rest loads on the weekend!! if you celebrated halloween last week, i hope you had fun 🍁 i hope work isn’t too hard on you and that you’re doing well🌼 until next time ~ sending you love💗 - ✨ (5/5)

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omg hello, honey bee!!! 💓 i’ve been doing good! it’s finally the weekend, and i completely conked out and slept sooo much, so it’s been a great saturday for me :’) and tomorrow, i’ll be making peanut butter cookies! 🍪 (pls ignore the fact that the cookie emoji is a chocolate chip one) omg congratulations, honey bee!!! whoop whoop you’re almost done!!!! 🥳🥳  have you started studying for your exams? when are they? i hope they aren’t too difficult 💞 life has been very work centric rip, but the days seem to go by relatively fast to me, so it’s not too bad! but yes, i’ve been taking breaks and getting sleep and drinking lots of water, thank you 💕 i hope you also have been getting lots of rest and staying hydrated, sweetpea! 💜

and thank you so soo much!!!! 😭💛 i was so happy to see that i got winwin, doyoung, and jeno 🤧 i hope i get some of this luck for the pt 2 album :’) and THANK YOU!!! 🥺💗💗 i started working on it yesterday, and there’s so much stuff to do already, so i might have to put more hours in, but it’s really exciting for me, and i’m not doing busy work like the other first years, so i’m really happy about that 💘 you’re so so kind, thank you so much for your support, lovebug 😭💟💟 and yes!!! I used this recipe for it! i substituted quite a bit of ingredients since i didn’t have it all and cut down on sugar by half, but it still came out delicious :’) rip i didn’t have a grater to get lemon zest so i had to do that manually, but the results were worth it 💛 omg what kind of christmas cakes do you like to bake? :o oooo sugar cookies are always fun to make over christmas!!! my parents like fruitcake, so maybe i’ll try making that too 🤔

omg YES the from home mv was beautiful!!!! I love the visuals and aesthetics so much too, like it was just them and nature, and it was simple, but still stunning since it highlighted the boys and their voices ✨ omg yeah, the baby pictures were sooo so cute 🥺🥺 i have the mv playing on repeat as i write for some nice visuals and music, and it’s so relaxing :’) and omg yeah!!! i really hope there’s an ot23 song on pt 2! i’m really sad jisung has to sit out on activities though... it must be devastating for him ): but he’s been injured since august, so i’m happy that he’s finally getting time to recover 🤍

omg that’s so late, i hope you got to sleep in the next day, lovebug!!! 🌙 and thank you so so much 💗 how did your week go? are you doing anything fun for the weekend? 🌸 i did not celebrate halloween unfortunately because i’m still too paranoid about going out to party and getting covid 😬 but i cooked with my mom, watched football with my dad, and facetimed my friends, so that was still just as fun 💘 did you celebrate halloween, sweetpea? did you have a costume? ✨ and thank you soooo much 🥺💖 i hope you’re doing well and resting up before your exams start!! sending you tons and tons of love back, honey bee!!! 💌💌

#asks #anonymous #✨ anon

[thewritewolf]

Eating Habits Chapter 1: Anniversary

Things have never looked better for Adrien and his girlfriend, Marinette. Adrien has been living happily on his own, with frequent visits to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Marinette is about to enter a design university and already has a thriving online store. Gabriel Agreste is serving a 184 year long sentence (92 on good behavior). Yes, it looks like its all turned out wonderfully for them in the last six years.

Now, if only Adrien could convince Marinette to take things easy, everything would be just perfect...

(While this is the third part in the series, you can skip the first two parts without missing much besides soft fluff)

First Part: Four Times and the Lucky One | Ao3

Second Part: Just Between Us | Ao3

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. 

Adrien glanced at the clock. Still an hour or two to go before their date for the anniversary, but now was as good a time as any to stop. He slowed down and turned off the treadmill. Just because there wasn’t any supervillains left to fight didn’t mean he should let himself get out of shape, after all. Or maybe it wasn’t so much his superhero instincts as his supermodel instincts.

Either way, the highlights of both those careers were behind him, even if he could still technically be called both.

After getting changed back into his street clothes, Adrien stepped out of the gym and made his way home to take a shower. Or at least, what counted as his home for now. The apartment he lived in was fancier than what Marinette was used to, but it was still a big downgrade from the manor that he had spent his childhood in. He preferred it this way though - there was more life with a few neighbors around, and less space meant less that he had to fill. Besides, he wasn’t there a lot so it didn’t matter much anyway.

A shower, fresh change into nice clothes, some expensive cologne, half an hour making his hair the perfect balance of messy and styled, some extra cheese to keep Plagg fat and lazy, and he was out the door again.

No, the place where he really spent most of his time was where he was headed now - the Dupain-Cheng bakery. The place had practically become his real home years ago. Not long after he started dating Marinette, as a matter of fact. Tom and Sabine weren’t his in-laws… yet. But he was sure they would be someday. In the meantime, they treated him as one of their own, with all the love and affection he never had before.

He almost walked past a flower shop without going inside. Almost. On the bright side, he did refrain from buying Marinette a whole bouquet of flowers. But only because she was very insistent that she was running out of space for them all. Between his lack of impulse control and her green thumb, her small room over the bakery was becoming more like a greenhouse than a bedroom. Instead, he settled for just one flower.

The bakery smelled as delicious and wonderful as it had every day he’d ever gone there. He’d gotten the scent of bread and sweets so associated with the place that just a whiff was enough to make his heart soar. The bell above the door alerted them to his arrival.

Sabine smiled at him as he approached and they shared cheek kisses. “Oh, hello, sweetheart! It’s wonderful to see you again!” She said it was such feeling that Adrien had never doubted her, even if it was always the first thing she said to him every time they saw each other. “Will you be coming over for dinner again this weekend?”

“Of course, maman! How could I refuse such a delicious meal?”

“Is that Adrien?” A man’s booming voice shouted from the kitchen in the back. Tom emerged, a wide grin on his face and flour all over him as he walked toward Adrien.

Adrien’s eyes widened and he held up his hands. “Wait, I-” But it was too late. Tom had picked him up in a great big bear huge and he was lifted so high that his feet dangled off the ground.

“Oh, sorry, son!” Tom had the decency to look down abashedly at the mess he’d made of Adrien’s nice clothes, which were now spotted with flour.

“Don’t worry, papa. This won’t take me long to fix. I got here plenty early,” Adrien flashed a quick smile up at Tom. “Actually, is Marinette here? I could probably use her help.”

“Sure, sure.” Tom waved a hand toward the back door leading into their home. “She’s probably working in her room as we speak.”

He smiled and waved at the both of them before heading upstairs, feeling just like the fourteen year old boy who’d visit after school years ago. He opened her trapdoor and sure enough, there she was. So lost in her commissions that she hadn’t gotten ready for their date yet. Which also meant she hadn’t noticed him yet, and he got to bask in her ‘focus face’ - tongue slightly out, nose scrunched, eyes narrowed - for a little while longer.

While he would’ve been fine missing their reservation if it meant watching her work for a little longer, alas, she eventually noticed him. She fell backwards with a squawk and he rushed forward to give her a hand up.

“Adrien what are you-” She winced. “It’s today, isn’t it?”

He nodded patiently.

“...How long have you been watching?”

“Long enough to remember all over again just how adorable you are.”

She groaned. “I was making the face again wasn’t I?”

He kissed the hand he had taken to help her up. “Precious as always.” He held out the flower he had bought for her, a white tulip. “For you, my lady.”

Her eyebrows scrunched up, but the tension left her face almost immediately as she smelled the flower. She smiled up at him. “My favorite.”

“A tulip for your two lips?” He leaned down and closed his eyes.

“Oh my God, Adrien,” she said, laughing. “Okay, fine, but only because you went through all that effort.” She pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did. She pulled away and seemed to notice his suit for the first time. A twinkle of mirth shone in her eyes. “I see papa got a little too excited to see you again.”

“Nothing new there.” He shrugged. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help a poor boy out…?”

“Sure, just give me a minute to get changed.”

“No problem,” Adrien sat down on her well worn chaise and made no secret of watching her.

“Adrien…”

“Hm…?”

“Downstairs, sunshine.” She sternly pointed at the trapdoor. “I’ll call you back up when I’m ready.” Pouting, he paused every other step to shoot a pleading look at her over his shoulder. Eventually she got tired of him and pushed him forward, laughing. “Go, you tomcat!”

Adrien stepped outside her bedroom and sat on the stairs. Pulling out his phone, he checked the time and double checked his reservation. They still had half an hour to get there and it was close by. Plenty of time. After a few minutes of listening to rustling clothing, the door was opened above him and he walked back in.

“What do you think?”

Adrien’s eyes roved over her light summer dress and its pastel colors. He cupped her cheek with a soft smile.

“As beautiful as ever, lovebug.” He stepped back and offered his arm. “Ready to go?”

She giggled and gestured to his suit. “Forgetting something?”

A glance down reminded him of the flour. “Ah, right. I think I remember you promising me a hand?

After a quick clean up, they walked arm in arm out of the bakery and to their favorite restaurant.

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The night was already going well with good food and a pleasant buzz from their drinks. Conversation was flowing between them, mostly one-sided as Marinette filled him in on everything that had happened since the last time they’d gotten to chat freely the week before. More commissions. Her last shifts at the bakery. Which brought her to the reasons she’d been saving so much money in the first place.

“...So I found an apartment.”

Adrien smiled as he poured both of them another glass of wine. “I can’t wait to see it. How close is it to your university?”

“That’s the best part! It’s within walking distance, just a couple blocks away.” Marinette took a sip of her wine while doing a happy shimmy. “I’ll save on commuting costs, and the rent is super cheap too.”

There was a surge of worry before Adrien quickly smoothed it over. Just because it was cheap didn’t mean it was bad. Maybe she’d just found a good deal was all. And even if it was… lacking… she’d be able to improve it, no problem.

“I’m so happy for you! You’re already ahead of the fashion game with all your contacts and professional experience. Having an education in design will be the final thing you need to really excel in the business. You’re going to do amazing, I just know it!”

“Thanks!” She ducked her head shyly. “I’ve been so nervous about… well, everything, to be honest,” she admitted with a giggle. “In a little under a month, I’ll be out of the bakery and putting my skills to the test. And it’s a pretty prestigious university, so I bet I’ll have some competition too.”

“It’s nothing you can’t handle, princess.” His smile faded as he swirled the last dregs in his wine glass.

He felt her take his other hand and he looked up to see her concerned frown. “I know it’s hard, Adrien, and I’m sorry Nino and Alya couldn’t make it. But you know we’re all right here behind you, all the way.”

He nodded, biting his lips. It’d been two years to the day. They had all met up last year to celebrate... and to forget. Sure, he didn’t expect it to really turn into a yearly tradition, and Alya and Nino had tried their best to make it... but it still stung a little that they couldn’t.

“I’ve been talking your ear off this whole time about what I’m doing. What about you, kitty?” She leaned forward to rest her chin and her hands, looking at him with tender affection in her eyes. “What’s next in life for you?”

Adrien didn’t have an answer for that.

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Full, laughing, and slightly tipsy, Adrien walked Marinette to her front door just as the streetlights began to turn on.

“And you know I’ll be there for you forever and ever and ever, yeah?” He grinned from ear to ear, looking more like Chat Noir than Adrien Agreste in the moment.

“Silly kitty.” She leaned in a little closer. “I think just helping me move in a couple of weeks will be enough.”

His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her flush to him. “Then you can count on my help. Even if I have to carry in a hundred boxes alone.” He pulled back one arm to flex.

She rested her forehead against his chest and laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork.”

She hummed in agreement. Rolling onto her toes, she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Good night, Adrien. I love you.”

He sighed happily. “Ahh, that takes me back.” He let her pull away from him. “I love you too, Marinette. Pleasant dreams.”

After flashing him one more smile, she ducked inside and closed the door behind her. Adrien spent a few long moments standing there, grinning like a dork, before a tiny, snide voice from inside his coat pocket drew him out of his reverie.

“You done staring at the woodwork, kid? Or do you want a few more minutes?”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t even manage to be exasperated. He was riding high after tonight, and he felt like nothing could drag him down. Not even grumpy cheese cats.

While it wouldn’t take him long to get home as Chat Noir… the summer night was warm and pleasant. He could almost pretend to see the stars above him. It would be a shame not to enjoy a little stroll back to his apartment.

On his way inside, he noticed that he had mail, but was in such a pleasant mood that he didn’t even glance at it until he’d shut his door behind him. As he kicked off his shoes, he finally looked at the envelope.

The prison-issued envelope.

His smile, a semi-permanent fixture on his face ever since heading over the bakery earlier that day, vanished like fog before the dawn. After skimming the contents, he neatly folded it back up and tossed it into a box of depressingly similar letters.

Try as he might, he couldn’t shake off the bad mood. His only consolation as he drifted off to sleep was that at least tomorrow would be a new day.

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Sdr2 boys with an autistic s/o!

Okay so I'm autistic and the lack of autistic s/o prompts out there is making me Dry inside. Lets get this bread

Also please forgive me if I write any of them wrong! I'm still learning about all of these dudes

Disclaimer! Shsl Imposter/Twogami's gender is not specified and they're referred to with they/them! It wouldn't make me comfortable to put them on this list :^)

Hajime Hinata

As soon as he learns you're autistic he does a lot of research on what autism is like for autistic people, how to help you with sensory overload, etc etc

Always asking you if what he's doing is okay! Is this too much noise? Is the texture bad? Do you not like the lights?

Absolutely not bothered when you go nonverbal; he's more than pleased to have a little bit of silence if we're being honest. He can't read sl well so he'll give you something to write on if you want to!

He loves seeing you happy stim!!! It brings such a warm smile to his face — Hajime just adores when you're happy altogether but seeing you stim makes his heart go !

He's not very good at social situations to begin with so if you want to stay at home and watch your favorite comfort cartoon/movie, he doesn't mind it!

Do you want him to put his leg on you for pressure? Hug you a bit tighter? Let you hang around gripping his arm? Mess with his hair? He's all mushy and soft about this skdnsksnj! He knows you're opening yourself to seek him as a source of comfort and it melts his heart sm

Nagito Komaeda

Oh this boy. Due to his dementia he actually relates to what you experience in social situations a lot — no, I'm not comparing this to a lethal disease. The symptoms, however, are similar to the characteristics in autistic people! So he relates to you but won't say its the same thing at all

His hair is sensory heaven. Literally, it's so fluffy! Pet it please. He craves physical affection to begin with, so it's a plus for him! He also loves seeing how much you're infatuated with his hair alone

Buys you anything that you think might be good to stim with! He helps you keep everything clean and organised so you don't get stressed over losing them, and makes sure he has at least one with him when you two go out, he would hate seeing you stressed.

If you go nonverbal he also has no problem with it at all! He knows sl and is definitively up to teach it to you if you think it would be helpful, too. If you just want to be quiet, he can be just as good of a company!

When he says stuff like threats to himself (wanting to die, killing himself) and you get worried because read him too seriously he backs off of it and says its not serious (and he's sincere this time) because you're the brightest spotlight of hope in his life, and losing it would mean losing the chance to be with you

Kazuichi Souda

This sweet boy!!! Sometimes he forgets what exactly you need, like sensory wise, but backs off really quickly if what he's doing hurts you in that sense

He also loves fiddling with things so if you want to borrow some tools from him so you can fiddle with its no problem! He might make a handmade fidget toy for you later on!

Sometimes he yells too much and that causes a sensory overload, and as soon as he realizes it he's so so so apologetic. The baby

Loves it when you play with different textures and tell him how much you love them!! Like yes!!!! He also loves different textures differently so he'll share his own favorites with you!

A PASSION FOR YOU INFODUMPING. He'll sit there, mouth agape, as he notices how adorable and precious you are when you happy stim while you talk about your special interest!!!! He just wants to know what you love!!!!!

Fuyuhiko Kuruzuyu

The sort of bastard who made autistic jokes until he met you, and you made him understand that autism isn't actually anything to ridicule. He will absolutely punch someone if they berate you because of your autism now!

His hair is short and fuzzy — perfect for rubbing! Though please don't do it too hard or fast you don't want to hurt him :^(

Can also be very noisy, but he cuts it out around you. Turns soft spoken and gentle because you can't differentiate friendly aggression x real aggression. It's super sweet but only you get to see this part of him; he has a reputation to maintain!

Usually, he's the shorter one in the relationship, so you can completely envelop him like a little teddy bear! Don't crush him, though; just hug him tight! If he's on the same height level he'll insist to be the big spoon and add a lot of pressure (not enough to hurt you) as he hugs you!

When you happy stim, he gives you a soft, warm and genuine smile. He's so enamoured with you and the happiness you're experiencing makes him so so so full of passion

Overall, he's been so rough with everyone else, but you're different in more ways than being autistic. He may sound condescending at times, but as soon as you call him out on it, he never repeats the behavior again. He's just scared to hurt you

Gundham Tanaka

Another loud little man, this fucker. You're the only one 'spared' from his thunderous introductions and speeches — he speaks normally around you. He'd rather die than hurt his king/queen/monarch of darkness

Lets his animals run all over you! Especially the very fluffy ones since you seem to love that. When they lay on you and you comment on how much you like the pressure, he lets them get around you even more!

He knows how hatred for being touched feels like — he took a while to open up to you, for starters. If you don't want to be touched, he absolutely understands and will support you in any other way until you're up for it again.

He's known for eloquent and unclear speech, but will be more straightforward for you. He wants you to understand him after all sksbsmdnn dumb bastard

If anyone is mean to you bc of autism, he will make it so they Suffer the Plague of the God Of Darkness. For real tho, he'll get really pissed off, and might use a predator to attack the ableist asshole, who knows!

If your special interest is animal he. Is. Absolutely. Fucking. Crying. You both infodump to each other until you're too tired to do anything anymore and just lay around tangled together, knowing the other understands and loves you for who you are!

Teruteru Hanamura

Doesn't make innuendos anymore when you start dating, for starters. If he's in a mood he'll just say it, since he knows it's hard for you to understand metaphors and wordplay, but is more than okay with a no.

Also loves it when you play with his hair! He misses how his mom used to care for him, and now he's so fond of you just being into him genuinely that he would do anything for him

Soft and squishy! Perfect for hugging! He's really short and can be used as a teddy bear too! Though he prefers to be the small spoon so he can feel your body lovingly enveloping his

You got a specific food that you eat and it needs to be prepared in a specific way? He's on it! And he absolutely nails it every time, its no issue for him! No matter how complicated or simple, he can make do and will be so pleased when you say its perfect!

Manages to get you out of shitty social situations fairly quickly. If you're nonverbal, he won't be able to communicate through asl, but any other way is also fine! If you're not overstimulated, he'll also give you soft hugs and sit on ur lap, resting his head on your shoulder

Nekomaru Nidai

So you're a little different huh? That's so good!!! He loves it! The fact you're not like anyone he knows makes you even more perfect to him!

He'll boast about his perfect s/o a lot! He's very loud and proud about you! The dream giant lovebug :^)

Can get a little too wild while training and also loud, so you can easily be overloaded. Encourages you not to be there when he trains with someone like owari because he knows he won't be thinking coherently enough to remember not to yell, and if roughhousing gets you uncomfortable this certainly will be worse. He's worried about you!

Wraps all over you when you're cuddling if you're okay with him doing that! Will also get you tons of weighted blankets because he's worried about how quickly they'll deteriorate dkdndkdn

If something is bothering you somewhere and you want to leave he'll just give u a piggyback ride! Its lovely to have you so close to him, also he gets to make u comfy!

Loves to indulge in your special interests if he can! You wanna marathon a show? He's on it! You wanna watch a documentary on snakes? He's already making popcorn!

Just a huge teddy bear baby. He loves you so SO much and is so filled with pride about how amazing u are!

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