#ban sugar babes

[talkfastromance4]

Listen… I am obsessed, as I’ve said before, with Sugar Daddy!Jake and Sugar. And I’m a sucker for being taken care of so the blurb about the migraine and bad day was my jam but it got me thinking… Jake needs taken care of too sometimes, and I’m dying to know what that would like when he’s having a bad day and just needs a little tlc

Sure thing bby😊 prepare for extra soft!Jake

Lift Me Up–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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You were just finishing up some boutonnieres and corsages for another wedding when your watch buzzed on your wrist. At a quick glance you saw Rooster’s name appear but you didn’t read the message yet because you had to finish wrapping twine around one more set of flowers. Your wrist buzzed again, and again but you were adamant on finishing this before being distracted.

Once it was wrapped and tightened, you scrolled through your notifications, messages equally from Rooster and Phoenix.

Rooster: are you coming to the hard deck by chance?

Phoenix: are you busy tonight? Please say no, Bagman is extra sour

Rooster: we’re all begging. Hangman’s in a terrible mood.

Rooster: WE ALL NEED YOU

Phoenix: please babe, he’s bad

“What in the world?” you mutter as you read through the frantic texts. 

It’s only a little after five, what could Jake possibly be doing that both Rooster and Phoenix are reaching out to you? You place your finished flowers in the boxes and set them on the shelf in the fridge and gather your things. Reynolds is waiting for you in his usual parking spot, his smile turns into a frown at your own troubled expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Can we go to The Hard Deck? Something’s wrong with Jake…”

“Really? He didn’t text me…” Reynolds scratches his chin as he opens your door. “But we’ll stop by and see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.”

The bar isn’t that far from your shop and for a Thursday night, it’s pretty packed with cars and pilots loitering onto the sand. 

“Should I come in with you?” Reynolds asks.

“No, I’ll be okay. Maybe wait for a bit in case we need to drive him home,” you say and get out. 

Some of the other pilots say hello to you as you pass them but you barely smile because you’re growing concerned for Jake. Is he drunk and he’s acting belligerent? Is he sick and refusing to go home?

You weave through the crowd finding Rooster near the back by the jukebox and pool tables. There’s a loud crack! followed by a collective groan and someone cursing Jake’s name. 

“Penny’s gonna ban you from ever entering her bar again,” Rooster shakes his head and moves out of your way.

You see Jake holding a splintered cue stick, one half of it is on the pool table and his face is hard, stony. His brows are furrowed in a permanent scowl as he tosses the broken stick on the table.

“I’ll replace it. Give me another one,” Jake snaps his fingers but no one moves. He turns around snatching one from the holders and you push yourself in front of Rooster.

“Thank God you’re here,” he mutters. “Hangman, time to go home.”

“No, I’m not ready to go home, Rooster. Not until I win a game of pool and–Sugar,” he stops himself short when he turns around and sees you. He drops the new stick in his hand as if he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What are you doing here?”

“We called her to come get you,” Phoenix says. “It’s been a long day. Go home.”

“I thought you were working late,” Jake says, ignoring the others completely. 

“I got caught up,” you walk towards him, hand reaching for his cheek. When you’re close enough his cheek falls into your palm effortlessly. You can feel the tension in his jaw. “You had a bad day?”

“Wasn’t the best, no,” he murmurs as you bring your other hand to his other cheek. You rub at the circles under his eyes, noting how they’re bloodshot. 

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

He follows you willingly, walking past his friends who stare at your retreating backs dumbfounded. They insisted he should go home hours ago but he refused and then you come in saying only a few words and he follows you not a problem. 

When the two of you get back outside you let Reynolds know he can go home. Jake says he’s fine to drive and you want to ask him what happened but his body language is screaming annoyance. He keeps one hand on your knee and you trace your finger over the grooves of his knuckles, circling over the back of his palm. 

His silence is so loud when you’re finally home and he slams his door when he gets out. He opens yours more gently, his hand held out to you, his gaze soft as he looks at you. You take his hand and close your door behind you, following him closely into the house.

“Can I make you anything?” you ask quietly. 

“Do we have tomato soup?”

“I’m sure Rhea keeps it on hand,” you smile, continuing to stroke his hand with your thumb. “Do you want grilled cheese with it?”

“That sounds good,” he nods.

“Okay. Why don’t you go take a hot shower, the food will be ready when you’re done.”

You squeeze his hand, debating on kissing him but he turns away and heads towards the stairs. You skip to the kitchen grabbing the necessary things to make the soup. Of course Rhea bought the best type of canned tomato soup and you took two out since you hadn’t eaten yet either. While the soup is heating up in the pot you begin on the grilled cheese using the panini maker. 

You’re humming ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ as you look in the freezer for dessert. Jake loves sundaes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. You stir the soup, make another grilled cheese and then Jake struts in. You were hoping he’d take a longer shower, letting the hot water worry away his tight muscles. 

“Hey,” you smile loving how fluffy his hair is looking already. He has on your favorite shirt, the NAVY one and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “That was a quick shower.”

He moves past you and turns the soup down on low so it simmers. Then he places the grilled cheese on a hot plate and covers it up.

“The soup is just about done. Aren’t you–ahh!” you squeal when he lifts you up onto the counter. You open your legs and he slots between them, his arms moving behind your lower back. 

“Wanted to be with you,” he mumbles.

“Jake…what happened today?” you ask resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I couldn’t beat my times today and in the meetings following, I was used as the example of what not to do. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t accelerate fast enough. So I wanted to blow off steam at the bar, prove to everyone I can do it all.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. It’s okay if you can’t do it all, you know, I think you’re pretty perfect already,” you encourage. “You’ll beat your times, just keep practicing and you’ll get there. Want me to come yell at your officers for singling you out?”

“No, that’s okay,” he chuckles slipping his fingers under your shirt. He draws circles on your skin. “It wouldn’t do much, you’re too adorable.”

“I can be feisty if I need to,” you put on a tough face, “I can scream and shout about how you are the best pilot there is.”

“Thanks Sugar,” he smiles. He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your forearm then sighs. He keeps kissing up your arm until he’s by your shoulder and you turn his head so you can press your lips to his. 

Your arms tighten around each other, and your legs hook around his hips. His kiss is hurried and hot, his fingers hot on your bare skin as he shifts them up under your shirt. One hand moves to your stomach, his lips feverish as they transition to your jaw and neck. You toss your head back gasping, his fingers graze the side of your breast as he sucks on your neck. 

Your hips involuntarily rut against his, fingers tangling in his hair. Your body is electric from his touch and kiss. His hand on your lower back rocks you forward, his lips moving to your collarbones and in between your breasts. 

“Jake,” you whimper enjoying the sensations but then he stops. 

He removes his lips from your breasts, his breath hot and wanton on your skin as he recollects himself and pulls you back up in a sitting position. You stare at him quizzically.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he exhales.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” you shake your head suddenly feeling ashamed. 

“I know. But I don’t want to rush anything, wanna take my time and give you the proper attention you deserve,” he says pulling your shirt back down. “And not when I’m upset about work.”

“But–”

He shushes you with a soft kiss. 

“Don’t forget how much you tempt me on the daily, Sugar,” he says on your lips. “You made me my favorite comfort food, so let’s enjoy that okay?”

You nod and hop down the counter, your legs a little shaky from that quick but intense makeout. You ladled the soup while he gathered plates and silverware. Still feeling a little dejected, you sat on one of the stools and began to eat slowly. When Jake joined you, he dragged you closer to him, the stool grating against the floor. Then he lifted your legs onto his lap and smiled.

“Want you as close as possible,” he says then starts to eat. You smile into your spoon.

When you’re finished eating, you move into the living room climbing onto his large couch. 

“Pick your favorite movie,” you tell him. He decides on 10 Things I Hate About You and when he turns around, you pat your chest as a place for him to lay. 

He jumps onto the couch cuddling onto your chest, basically laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. His overexcitement makes you laugh and you start to play with his hair. That calms him down fairly quickly and you scratch at his neck.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he groans. 

“Oh I know, it’s my specialty, remember?” you tease and kiss the top of his head. You move your hands down his back, scratching it lightly and he groans again. 

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

You remain that way for the whole movie, one hand scratching at his back and the other petting his hair thinking the whole time how you never want to stop.

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[eroticdarling]

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Private Room!

Ban × Reader

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One Shot Story~♡

× Cw × — ♡ SDS1!Ban ♡ Stripper!Reader ♡ Porn With Plot ♡ Dick Riding ♡ Cock Drunk ♡ Choking Kink ♡ Marking Kink ♡ Overstim ♡ A Bit Of Ass Slapping ♡ Pet Names (Foxy × Baby × Babe × Honey × Sugar) ♡ Rough & Hard Sex ♡ Teasing ♡ Fingering ♡ Face Fucking ♡ Oral Sex (M!Receiving) ♡ Hair Gripping ♡

{S/n = Stripper Name | N/n = Nickname | F/c = Favorite Color}

☆ MINORS DNI ☆

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"You all make some noise for our MVP! S/N!" The DJ said through the mic as you walked on the stage with a Five Piece Rhinestone Bikini Top with a G-String Garter Skirt, Gloves, and Stockings with elegant, black pump heels with Rhinestones to match.

As Angels in Tibet by Amaarae started to play in the background, you scanned the room, seeing it was a full house tonight while the crowd was already cheering and chanting your name.

The cheers from the people didn't give you confidence because you had a lot of it, and you already knew you were going to kill the performance, of course.

You walked towards the pole, swaying your hips and sensually rubbing up and down your body, getting into the song.

When Amaarae's first verse came, you jumped onto the pole and did a few of your signature tricks that made everyone go wild.

The way your body moved to the rhythm of the beat and flowed with the music had the people in amazement.

In the first chorus of the song, you slid off the pole, twirling upside down slowly with your hands out.

When your hands touched the floor, you did a handstand to a backbend into a split, which made the crowd's jaws drop.

You were the one who put exotic in exotic dancers, and to be completely honest, people only came to see you because of how unique your dancing is.

It made you feel proud of yourself not only because of how much money you were getting but also because of how people acknowledged your year's worth of dancing with just yourself and not giving up.

Even if it was mostly for the negative reasons, you still thought positive thoughts about it.

You put your legs out of the split position, lifting them, then rubbing your hand down in between your legs as you spread them so no one would see your clothed vagina.

As you rolled and slowly got up on your knees and did a hip shimmy to the music. The money poured down on you like hard rain, and a guy sitting up front of the stage caught your eye.

He looked very tall, a muscular man with pale tan skin, who possessed a set of well-developed abdominal muscles. He had short, spiky, pale blue hair and thin black eyebrows with scarlet-red eyes.

On the left side of his jaw and extending down to his neck, he had a large scar.

He wore a red leather jacket and pants with metal studs sewn into both alongside shoes of a similar yet darker color. You could also see the Fox tattoo located above his waist on his left side.

The man's clothes looked alright but his face made up for it to say the least, not to mention he was manspreading with his elbow on the chair and his hand resting on his chin, which made him even more attractive.

The way he was looking at you made you want to tease him throughout your dance, and that's exactly what you did.

You got down onto the ground with your back arched and your chest on the cold stage floor, then popped your ass up in the air, not breaking eye contact with the man.

You rotated your ass in a circular motion then flip your hair to the side and when the three beats came on at the end of the bridge you popped your ass on beat onto the ground and then slowly got up.

The last chorus finally came. You turned to where the guy could see your ass and whined down into a squat, then started twerking, lastly getting into the final split.

The song came to an end, hearing just the end instrumental, and got up, then heard the DJ on the mic again, "Make some noise one more time for the real exotic dancer S/N!" DJ Mayday said as you got all your money and walked off the stage before looking back at the guy and giving him a wink.

You walked towards the dancers' locker room to count your money, then changed so you could come back out and be a waitress at a few tables since the club was sadly short-staffed.

You went inside the locker rooms to see the other dancers either doing their makeup and hair or changing.

"Hey S/n," one of the girls named Fenris greeted you in her country accent.

"Hey, Fenny baby," you said, taking a seat and counting your money.

Today, you made one seven hundred dollars from the stage alone, so you knew the rest of the night was going to end off great.

You put your money in your F/c bag and secretly did the code to your locker, making sure no one saw it before putting your bag inside, and then closing it back.

"So whatcha doin' now miss exotic sweetheart?" Teixeira asked as you changed into your outfit and put on a cute long coat over it with thigh high Stockings to hide your outfit because it was starting to get cold as fuck in the club.

"I gotta serve a few tables since we're short-staffed." You said, putting on the red bottom, criss-cross pattern strapped heels to match the outfit and coat nicely.

The dark skin girl gave you a sarcastic gasp at the response.

"Nooo, now why dey got you doing all that? My dance is comin up now, so I'll help you when I'm done." She said, getting ready to leave.

"Oh my gosh. That would be very appreciated." you dramatically said, smiling as she walked on stage.

You then left the locker room and went to the bar so you could start serving the tables.

You were about three or four tables in when you were stopped by Neniko, who was one of the guys working at the bar, "Hey N/n! Come here, girl." He said, signaling you to come over with a smile.

"Yeah, Neni?" You asked.

"A fine ass man just came by asking for a private dance in room 6, and it was specifically for you." He said.

You then remember the guy you saw earlier and instantly thought it was him, "Alright, thank you, babe. Also, make sure to let Xeira know where I'm at cause she was gonna help me with the tables after her dance." you said, turning around to leave to the room.

"You welcome sugar, and I'll make sure." He said then, saying something else before you walked off, "Oh, and make sure to get a piece tonight. He looks worth it!" Neniko said, making you smile and putting up a peace sign to let him know you heard him.

(For this part, you can have a song of choice cause I couldn't choose one 😭)

Your heels were clicking on the floor as you walked to the private room where you'd been called, and when you finally got there, you opened the door and saw the guy from before manspreading once again on the long couch with his arms resting on top of it.

Knew it. You thought to yourself.

"You sure took your sweet time, didn't ya?" He said in a deep but squeaky voice, scanning your body as you fully walked in and closed the door behind you.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I got held up." You said, already looking at about one grand on the medium-sized table in front of him.

You walked towards him, seeing that he looked even better up close and thinking that he looked very fuckable.

"Well, I better get my money's worth," He said, making you smirk.

"Don't worry, honey, you will." You reassured him seductively as you took off your coat, revealing a beautiful Red Two Piece Balcony Empire Laced Top and Strappy Bikini.

You threw your coat to the side, then turned around and got onto the only small stage with a pole in the room.

You got on the pole and did a few new tricks that were never seen by anyone else because you liked him even though you didn't know his name or him.

While you were dancing, you could see how he stared at you like eye candy and how mesmerizing you were by the way you danced.

It was like he wanted something he knew he couldn't get, or so he thought.

As you finished up your dance on stage, you walked off the stage with your ass jiggling as your hips swayed.

Getting close to him, you slowly got onto the floor and crawled to him with lust, filling your eyes, which made him readjust his sitting with his legs spread wider.

As you were right in between his widened legs, you slowly got up, beginning to rub up his thighs to his chest, still keeping eye contact.

He then held up your chin and leaned down with his lips meeting your ear, "The name's Ban." He softly whispered, making you look at him confused as he went back to his original sitting pose.

"Why do I need your name?" You asked.

"Cause that's what I'm gonna need you to scream out for me," Ban said, already making you feel a slight tingle in your private area.

"And don't worry, here's a tip." He said, taking out another stack of cash from his pocket, but before he could place it on the table, you stopped him and put it back.

"No need for a tip sir, as I said before, you'll get your money's worth." You said, earning a smirk from him.

"The floor's all yours then, Foxy." He said.

"It's Y/n." you said sternly, disliking the nickname.

"Whatever, Y/n." He sarcastically said in a voice deeper than before, letting you fully stand up and straddle over him.

No touching the dancers or sex was allowed in the private rooms or anywhere in the club, but you took it upon yourself to listen to Neni and take his advice because he was right.

This man was worth it and an exception that you were willing to take.

He then began to move his large hands from your waist down to your half bare, plush ass, making you feel a small shockwave go down your spine from how cold they were.

He moved his hands up to your bra and took it off, then you removed your shoes, lastly letting him remove the last peices of your clothing, leaving you sitting on his lap naked.

"Damn, Foxy, ya look even more beautiful like this." He said, lifting you up by your hips and pulling his pants down enough to let his erection free.

He then wasted no time aligning his aching cock with your wet pussy and letting you slowly sank down on it earning a gasp from you both.

You were bouncing on his cock as he was holding your ass while thrusting deeper and deeper into you.

Your nice moans were low and filled his ears as he gripped your ass. He then took one hand off and slapped your ass making you yelp.

"Feel good, hm, baby?" He said.

"Yes, you feel so good, Ban." You moaned with his name rolling off your tongue.

"What's my name, baby? Say it again." He said, thrusting faster.

"Ban! Your name is Ban!" You moan out, making his dick twitch.

He then stopped moving his hips and let you take control because he didn't want to cum fast. You moved your hips back and forth with steady rhythm, then at a fast pace.

You were teasing him at this point, going fast, then slow and back fast, making him feel like heaven.

He then put his long fingers in his mouth and went down to your needy clit massaging it which made you jolt from the pleasure.

Your hands found their way onto his chest for leverage, and your shaken up hands unbuttoned his jacket.

His thrusts and fingers were too much for you to bear, and a few more strokes in, you were already feeling your orgasm come close, "Ban I'm about to cum." You said making him stop touching your clit and flip you over on the couch laying you on your back and pounded into you.

The suddenness made you feel even more pleasure than before, but you couldn't take it because it was too much for you.

"It's t-too much, Ban!" You managed to say as you put your hands on his abdomen trying to make him stop or at least slow down.

"Don't worry, Foxy, imma make sure you can take it all." He said, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand and pinning them above your head.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, hitting the perfect spot as your body reacted to every sensation, and your moans with his groans seemed to reverberate throughout the room.

Ban free hand slid up and down your body as he kept his fast and deepened pace, trying to push you to your edge.

Bending down, he kissed your lips desperately as you kissed back, letting him swallow your candied moans. The kiss soon turned into a makeout session as his kiss started to get more hot.

You both were kissing for a good minute when he broke the kiss and licked down your neck, then sucked on it, giving you a noticeable hickey and sanked his teeth over it.

The pain was tolerable, and it made you feel so good. He felt nothing like this, and marking you made him harder by the second, making him consider a second round.

Tears were forming at the corners of your eyes from how good he was fucking you like he has never experienced it before with anyone else.

You looked like something out of heaven because of how the tears were streaming from your eyes and how you looked in general.

Staring at you as he bit his bottom lip to keep him from moaning, he felt himself twitching and the hand that gripped your wrists got a bit tighter, and with the other hand, he stopped rubbing you, and it went up to your neck now having a grip on it.

Not even you could explain the immense thrusts he was putting in his hips, which made the whole couch move, and if this was a bed, he would most definitely break the headboard and maybe the bed if he did it hard enough.

"Where you want me to cum? On you? In you? Pick one." He grunted out, but you couldn't hear anything he was saying cause you were too cock drunk to listen or think and he could clearly see that now.

"I guess since ya too cock drunk I'll pick for you." He said as he kept going until he could feel your abused pussy clenching onto his cock.

"Ladies first then." He devilishly smirked and removed his hand from your neck, leaving a mark then roughly circling your clit once again which made you arch your back even more.

You could feel that knot loosen more and more in your lower abdomen, and with one more final thrust, you came hard. Your orgasm dripped down his cock and he let you take one breath before thrusting again, looking for his high next.

After a few minutes, he found his orgasm and before he came, he pulled out and you up by your wrists and made you get down so he could stuff his cock in your mouth and started mouth fucking you.

Both hands gripped your hair as he put your throat in good use. You could taste his salty pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock.

Your tongue swirled around his dick as your mouth worked up and down together in perfect synchronization.

"F-fuck, Foxy, even your mouth feels perfect," He shuddered.

As his heavy balls slapped against your chin while slurping and sucking his cock you felt it tense up which made you add your hand and use your mouth more.

Ban groaned when you started using your hands, and when you went faster, he gripped your hair and pushed your mouth all the way down to the base of his dick.

You felt his hot and sticky cum go down your throat as he was still gripping your hair with his head leaned back, eyes rolled back and his bottom lip red from how hard he was biting it.

It was a beautiful view, to be honest.

"Now swallow." He said.

You did what was told and swallowed his semen now, feeling his grip loosen on your hair.

As you both sat down on the couch properly to catch y'all breaths, you laid down with your head on his chest.

"Have you done this before?" Ban asked out of curiosity, earning a stare from you.

"I would never do this with no one, especially in a club." You said in a strict tone.

"Well, you just did, babe," He said, followed by a small laugh.

"You were an exception. Remember that." You said getting up and putting your clothes and shoes back on.

"I'll never forget." He said, also getting up and putting on his clothes.

You put on your coat, then grabbed the money off the table.

You then walked to the door to see that Ban had it open for you already.

"Ladies first." He said, smirking as you walked out first, and he followed behind.

You both went downstairs while making small talk and then parted ways as he left the club through the front exit.

After clocking out since you and Ban fucked until it was your time to leave, you felt something in your pocket.

When you checked your coat pockets, you saw that Ban had sneaked the money he was supposed to tip you with but made him keep it in your side pocket with a note and number written on it.

'Call me when you want more, Foxy.' The note read as you smiled to yourself going into the dancers locker room to get your stuff.

"Soo, how did it go?" Neniko said behind you as you grabbed your stuff out of the locker, seeing that you both were the only people there and showed him the note.

"Okay, I see you, Foxy!" Neniko cheered, giving you the nickname that made you cringe.

"Thank you, Neki, but don't ever say Foxy again. It's cringy." You said bluntly and exited the club with him following you behind laughing.

"Alright, I'll let your new bae call you that, and y'know, I got you girl, but Xeira is pissed at you for leaving her." He said, making you roll your eyes at the 'bae' comment.

"I bet, and let's keep the private room between us." You said.

"Don't worry, I know." He said as you both did y'all signature handshake and went inside your car then left.

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[shelovesmyheartshapedsunglasses]

🩷 ✨ aphrodite cabin headcanons 🪩 💌

aphrodite cabin headcanons bc the way rick wrote them was fucked up. let them be silly and hyperfemme and girlypop i am begging you.

they have a billion playlists for different occasions (getting ready in the morning, arts and crafts, capture the flag, etc.) that they share with the apollo cabin.

to clarify, they are not allowed to use the capture the flag playlist anymore because they are permanently banned from playing after a hermes kid almost lost an arm.

the clothes in the camp store are ugly as hell so they convinced chiron to let them set up racks of clothes they don’t wear or just bought specifically for the store, of course with low prices because everyone should be able to look hot. there are crop tops, bandeau tops, all different length skirts, rompers, and even cute shoes. the aesthetics range from y2k to hippie to coquette to fairy grunge to mermaidcore to goth, with sizes ranging from 3XS to 5XL.

they have huge storage units of makeup and hair stuff that they gladly lend out to other campers. they even have dye and bleach from arctic fox and salon-grade brands. don’t worry about how they got it.

they regularly have movie nights using a projector with blankets, popcorn, and cuddle piles. their favorites to watch are mean girls, legally blonde, clueless, jennifer’s body (a halloween tradition), enchanted, the house bunny, but i’m a cheerleader, tangled, mama mia, the sisterhood of the traveling pants, and all three high school musicals (they know all the songs by heart, ofc).

the whole “nico was the first person who ever came out at camp” thing is literally the dumbest thing i’ve ever read, so that’s just not true and the aphrodite cabin has organized every pride event at camp for years now. no one knows how they do it or where they get all that glitter, and no one is brave enough to ask.

you need love advice? you’re questioning your sexuality and need to talk to someone about it? you need a girltalk session and some hypewomen? you need to make sure the harpies don’t get you when you and your partner sneak out to a secluded spot on the beach? they got u, babes, don’t even worry about it.

they all have perfumes and colognes customized to their signature scents.

their support for the trans community could rival the dionysus cabin. also they worship dylan mulvaney like the goddess she is because i worship her like the goddess she is, and i make the rules.

no one has better halloween costumes than then. no one. if you look as good as them, it’s because you borrowed supplies from them.

insanely good matchmakers.

when one of them is sad, they all stop everything they’re doing until their sibling feels better. that means skincare, hair-braiding trains, manicures while watching barbie movies, and those frosted sugar cookies. no, they will not, under any circumstances, participate in camp activities until they’re sure their sibling is okay.

their favorite show is sex education. when they watch it, they send the younger campers into the big house with a hephaestus-cabin-engineered ipad to watch monster high and ever after high until they’re done. dionysus does not approve of having to babysit, but after he went to chew out the rest of the cabin and found them in tears with mascara trails because they got to season 2, he stopped interfering.

drew and will got the two cabins together to bribe and beg chiron for eras tour tickets. it did not work (much to nico’s delight, who would’ve been persuaded into going by his boyfriend). in retaliation, they put pink hair dye in his shampoo, and the apollo cabin cursed him to randomly sing what he says with no warning. dionysus has never been so entertained.

they have no tolerance for pick-me girls or slut-shaming.

piper apologized to drew once she matured and started dating shel.

they all have phones that they hide from everyone else, complete with protection spells from the hecate cabin. they all have a family group chat and facetime basically every day when summer ends. shel and valentina are best friends now.

being the only boy, mitchell used to get bullied a lot by insecure middle school ares boys. that is, until his sisters caught wind and gave them hell. now, no one messes with mitchell, and especially not with his sisters.

they absolutely lose their shit when they realize some of the younger campers are too young to know one direction.

they’re closer to the apollo kids (and nico) than any other cabin.

they have a bookshelf full of nothing but romance. red, white, and royal blue, the falling on love montage, pride and prejudice, cemetery boys, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, like a love story, heartstopper, the list goes on and on (no colleen hoover, though, yuck).

their acrylics and press-ons are deadly.

they have bunk beds, but more often than not you’ll find them sharing beds like they’re at a sleepover.

the cabin is extremely maximalist, with little disco balls, pink and lavender everywhere, fake flowers, and full-length mirrors because no, they’re not sharing.

because their mom is the goddess of love, they all identify as either bi, pan, queer, or don’t use labels. they just love love.

they all have matching “free britney” crop tops.

#percy jackson #drew tanaka #piper mclean #silena beauregard #aphrodite #aphrodite cabin #rick riordan #riordanverse #percy jackson headcanon

[kiestrokes]

Kiiiieeee can you do another collab with B and rank SKZ as "house husbands"?

Stray Kids Most to Least: House Husbands | SFW

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: MTL, headcanon, imagine, slice of life. Warnings: maybe some cursing.

🗝️ Note: alright alright alright. lol the way that @chans-room wrote most of this from my tentative ranking, and I'm just giving them house husband titles. Teamwork makes the drift work bby 🤗

B is the 🦇

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Lee Minho (the tyrant)

🦇: Lee Minho is the god tier house husband but if you ever tell him that he will never forgive you. He cleans, he cooks, he meal preps your lunches, he has meals frozen ready to be made when he’s gone, he texts you about making sure you drink water through the day. 9/10. Only point missing bc if you so much as consider giving his cats tap water he will know and hold it against you.

Bang Chan (the granola daddy)

🦇: Bang Chan is also a quality house husband, but he def works from home. But he is (usually) able to balance the cooking and cleaning and his own shit. He’s helping you on rough days and giving you all the love and care and attention you want. 8/10 only bc he rarely goes to sleep at a decent time, and also bc he’s attempted to get you to drink a protein monstrosity. You nearly died and banned him from using the blender.

Lee Felix (the muffin man)

🦇: Omg Felix he’d just be so cute and helpful (even tho sometimes he’s not helpful at all) and you’d come home daily to random baked goods. 7/10 for effort but man sometimes you wonder how one man can make such a mess. It’s a feat honestly.

Hwang Hyunjin (the trophy wife husband)

🦇: Hyunjin would have the whole trophy husband bit DOWN. If he’s staying home then you better earn him babey. He cleans for sure, but his cooking is either hit or miss. He looks so good doing it though you really don’t even care how shit he is at cooking. 6/10 because sometimes you come home to smoke pouring out the windows.

Seo Changbin (the muscle pig)

🦇: Changbin…sorry but no lmao he wants you to be his house spouse (lmao). He has those big boujee rich vibes where he’d want to provide for YOU and feel weird if he wasn’t doing anything. If you can convince him to work primarily from home while you go make money, it’s still not super working in your favor. He’s spending most of his time at the gym and his kitchen experience is using a damn blender. 5/10 but he gets points bc he absolutely will order some fancy ass dinner to be delivered to you every night if you’re expecting dinner lmao.

Yang Jeongin (the chaotic black cat)

🦇: Jeongin is also a No lmao. If you left him home all the time alone he’d respond like a fuckin gremlin cat sent loose to wreak havoc on your life. He’d be fine playing video games or whatever on his own for a while but then… he’s finding any trouble he can get into. You come home to a mess like every day and it would be exhausting. 3/10 bc he is very repentant and will try to soothe your ire with cuddles.

Kim Seungmin (the divorcee)

🦇: Seungmin is also just a no lol. He wouldn’t see the point of staying at home when he was perfectly capable of going out and doing things on his own. More often than not, you’d come home to an empty house, Seungmin nowhere in sight OR napping in bed with a book. He’s not built for that life. 2/10 bc he’d probably cook on occasion, and he’d def clean, but he will complain about both. Loudly. On end.

Han Jisung (sorry I'm the wife)

🦇: Han would be shit at it and would be more of a sugar baby than anything. He is bbg. He is not cleaning, cooking, or anything, I’m sorry to say. Love him to pieces but 0/10 sorry babes.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes & chans-room All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

#skz #stray kids #the lucifer to my lokie #drift compatible #earth to mars #mtl #skz mtl #stray kids mtl #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz slice of life #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #lino #seo changebin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #house husband #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz x stay #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (70)

*They’re our totally real, not fake secret babies!*

Coryo: Hey, Fest, have you seen Sejanus? He has been missing since I told him to get some paper towels for art class.

Festus: Did you check inside Dean Highbottom’s broom closet?

Coryo: Yeah, but he wasn’t there.

Festus: Under the floorboards?

Coryo: Still not there.

Festus: Inside your locker?

Coryo: He’s claustrophobic.

Festus: The food pantry?

Coryo: No, not yet, but-

Sejanus: *runs in crying* My love! My love, my Snow Angel, hug me!😭

Festus: Found him.

Coryo: Thanks.

Felix: Hey, Sej, can I ask for a gumdrop? I need some sugar to keep me awake for our next class.

Sejanus: Not now, Class Pres! I’m sad! I need my Coryo to give me my daily hug and kiss!

Felix: Okay.☹️

Coryo: Babe, where have you been?! I was worried sick about you getting stuck inside a dusty broom closet again!

Sejanus: *hugs Coryo* Urban told me that Jasper told him that Dennis told her that Diana told him that-

Coryo: Sejanus, my love, slow down! I don’t understand what you’re saying!

Sejanus: Professor Demigloss is going to give us another surprise quiz about the Districts again!

Coryo: Right now, right now?!

Sejanus: Yeah!😭

Felix: Is that even allowed?!

Livia: Surprise quiz my ass!

Iphigenia: Are we in trouble?

Hilarius: Should I call the National Security or something?

Apollo: Please be fake news! Please be fake news!😣🙏

Gaius: Lol. Demi-Dementia-Gloss really is losing his mind.

Iphigenia: Breen, that’s mean.

Gaius: But was I lying?

Iphigenia: No. You’re right.😔

Clemensia: Whatever. I’m reviewing.

Coryo: Babe, are you 100 percent sure about what you’ve heard from Urban?

Sejanus: Stupid Ban Ban doesn’t know how to lie when he’s super angry about something. Anderson also told me about it.

Felix: Where’s Andie anyway?

Sejanus: He’s currently crawling in a vent with his stolen goods.

Coryo: But you do know that Professor Demigloss has a severe case of dementia, right?

Sejanus: I wish I wasn’t, my love! But Andie accidentally overheard the old man mumbling to himself and Mr. Fluffy Feet that he’ll give our class a surprise quiz today!

Festus: Why?! Why us?! What did we do to deserve this?!

Sejanus: We didn’t attend his birthday party last week!

Festus: We were never invited to his stupid party in the first place!

Sejanus: I know!😭

Felix: I was, but I didn’t go.

Coryo: Class Pres, you’re a Ravinstill. You’re always invited.

Felix: I know.😔

Apollo: Coryo, weren’t you invited to his birthday party as well?

Coryo: Yes, I was, but Sejanus and I were too busy-

Sejanus: F*cking. We were too busy kissing and fu-

Clemensia: We know, Plinth! You don’t have to repeat yourself.

Palmyra: How old is Mr. Glossy anyway?

Sejanus: A hundred? I’m not sure.

Gaius: Who’s Mr. Fluffy Feet?

Apollo: Oh, that’s just Demi Dementia’s precious teddy bear.

Gaius: That’s kinda cute.

Apollo: It’s a spy cam teddy bear.

Gaius: Nevermind. That’s creepy.

Hilarius: My father has one too!

Felix: We know, Hilari. We know.

Hilarius: And my mother also bought a hundred of-

Clemensia: We don’t want to know about what your freaky mother bought last week, Hilari!

Coryo: How did Andie even manage to eavesdrop on that mumbling old man?

Sejanus: He was hiding behind the curtains.

Coryo: Let me guess, he was trying to steal the professor’s car keys again.

Sejanus: And wallet.

Festus: Nice! Now we can buy ice cream and popcorn for our weekly movie night!

Clemensia: You can’t spend our professor’s money, Creed! You don’t have the right!

Festus: It’s our money now.

Clemensia: No, it’s not!

Festus: Clemmie, according to the laws of ✨finders keepers✨-

Clemensia: That’s not a real law!

Festus: It’s our money!

Iphigenia: Free money!

Hilarius: I love money.

Coryo: I need money.

Sejanus: By the way, Andie also stole Mr. Fluffy Feet before he escaped through the vents.

Felix: Just because?

Sejanus: just because he can.

Coryo: Of course he did.

Palmyra: Good job, Anderson!☺️

Gaius: That’s great! Now we have our very own spy cam teddy bear!

Hilarius: Yo, we should hide it inside Highbottom’s office!

Gaius: Yeah! Let’s do it!

Clemensia: That’s illegal!

Hilarius: What do you mean by illegal? My crazy mother does it all the time.

Clemensia: Your mother is a freak!

Hilarius: My father does it too!

Clemensia: Your creepy old man should be in jail right now!

Hilarius: But-

Clemensia: No! Not another word from you, Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Hilari is sad now.😢

Clemensia: Cry harder!

Gaius: Then we shall hide it inside Professor Click’s car instead.

Clemensia: That’s still a crime!

Gaius: Then we shall hide it inside Monster Gaul’s lab!

Coryo: That’s a good idea.

Sejanus: I concur! Let’s do it.

Clemensia: Ugh. This is why I’m the only “normal” person in this group.

Festus: But seriously?! A surprise quiz before lunch?!

Coryo: Maybe it’s going to be super easy? Professor Demigloss did taught us about the Districts and their respective industries before.

Sejanus: And I’m from District 2!😀

Clemensia: Obviously.🙄

Festus: But I’m not ready! I haven’t even studied!

Apollo: Bestie, you don’t study.

Festus: Sometimes! Well, once or twice a month. I’m not sure.

Felix: Really?😒

Festus: Don’t judge me! My pet rats are my only study buddies at home!

Coryo: What is District 4’s major industry?

Festus: Catfishing. Duh.

Coryo: Right. We’re doomed.

Festus: Then ask me another question!

Coryo: Fine. What’s District 12’s major industry?

Festus: Pole dancing!

Clemensia: It’s coal mining, you fool!

Felix: You’re killing us, Creed. You’re really killing us.😩

Festus: I’m doing my best!

Clemensia: Your so called “best” is currently lying dead in the gutter!

Festus: Why are you so mean to poor Festus Creed today?! What did I do?!😭

Coryo: What’s the main export of District 1?

Festus: Chocolate coins!

Felix: You’re hopeless.😔

Festus: Then give me something obvious!

Sejanus: Here’s an easy one! What is District 2 known for?

Festus: Throwing bread to the dead!

Clemensia: That’s incorrect-

Sejanus: That’s right! How did you know, bro?

Festus: Coryo told me.

Coryo: I did.

Sejanus: My Snow Bae is the best and the brightest!😍

Coryo: Of course I am.

Clemensia: I’m surrounded by f*ckin’ idiots.

Felix: Am I-

Clemensia: Yes, Class Pres. Yes, you are.

Felix: *starts crying* Somebody give me a tissue! I’m allergic to harsh criticism!😭

Prof.Demigloss: *walks in* Good morning, class!

Everyone: *stands up* Good morning, Professor Demigloss!

Prof.Demigloss: I have a great surprise for you brats today!😊

Felix: Is it kleenex?

Palmyra: Are you pregnant?

Clemensia: Monty, please stop saying such nonsense.

Palmyra: Are we having a super secret baby shower?😀

Coryo: No, we’re not.

Palmyra: Oh, Panem! Coryo, don’t tell me!

Coryo: Tell you what?

Palmyra: Are you pregnant with Strabo Plinth’s baby right now?!

Coryo: Pregnant with who?!

Palymra: *suddenly touches Coryo’s stomach* Oh, Snowy, I’m so happy for you! You’re pregnant!

Festus: Congratulations, bro.

Gaius: Yey! A new baby!

Palmyra: Strabo’s baby.☺️

Sejanus: What the heck, Monty! What is wrong with you?! My Coryo, my

love, my Snow Angel is currently pregnant with my baby!

Palmyra: Highbottom’s baby?

Sejanus: My baby!

Coryo: Sej, Babe, I’m not-

Sejanus: *touches Coryo’s stomach as well* Oh, Coryo, my love, this is our baby, right?! Our baby!😫

Coryo: Why are we suddenly talking about me being pregnant?! I’m too poor to be pregnant right now!

Hilarius: Yeah! What if I’m the one who’s pregnant with Mr. Plinth’s secret baby?! What now?!

Coryo: Shut up, Hilari! You’re not pregnant!

Hilarius: Fine! We’re both pregnant with Strabo Plinth’s secret baby!

Coryo: What?! I don’t want to share a baby daddy with you!

Hilarius: Why not? It’s going to be fun for the whole family.

Coryo: Because Sejanus is my baby daddy, you fool!

Sejanus: So is my Snow Bae really pregnant with my baby?😍

Coryo: I’m not pregnant!

Hilarius: We’re both pregnant.

Gaius: Does that mean that Strabo Plinth will be forced to pay child support to both homeless Hilari, poor Coryo, and their “totally real, not fake” secret babies?

Coryo: Yes, but I’m not pregnant!

Apollo: Not yet.

Coryo: Apollo!

Apollo: I’m just telling the truth.

Prof.Demigloss: Well, congratulations on your first pregnancy, Mr. Snow. I hope to see you and your husband holding your secret baby soon.😊

Coryo: I’m not- F*ck it. Whatever. I’m pregnant now.

Sejanus: 23 more to go!🥳

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you, Mr. Plinth. May your bloodline never end. However, we will be having a surprise quiz today. So surprise!🥳

Hilarius: Can I just claim to be pregnant with Strabo Plinth’s baby? I need some fast cash right now.

Sejanus: Sure. Go ahead. I don’t care. Welcome to the family.

Coryo: Hilari, you’re a virgin.

Hilarius: So?

Prof.Demigloss: Ah! A miracle! Congratulations on your first pregnancy as well, Mr. Heavensbee.

Hilarius: A miracle indeed!

Festus: Sir, I have a question!

Prof.Demigloss: Who are you again?

Festus: I’m Festus Creed and I’m not pregnant.

Prof.Demigloss: Ah! The professional dumpster diver!

Festus: That’s correct!

Prof.Demigloss: So what’s your question, Mr. Creed?

Festus: What is District 12’s major industry?

Prof.Demigloss: Pole dancing.

Coryo: What the heck?!

Festus: I knew it!

Prof.Demigloss: Great! Let’s begin!

Gaius: Wait! I have a question too!

Prof.Demigloss: Ah! The zoo keeper!

Gaius: Sir, what is District 4 known for?

Prof.Demigloss: Catfishing.

Clemensia: I’m going home.

Coryo: Clemmie, don’t leave!

Clemensia: Congratulations on your first pregnancy, Bestie.

Coryo: Thanks.

Clemensia: But I’m going home!

Coryo: Clemmie, stay! I’m pregnant!

Hilarius: We’re both pregnant!

Sejanus: Soon, my love. Soon.😍

Felix: But what if I’m the one who’s pregnant?!😭

Livia: Aren’t you a virgin too?

Felix: Oh, Panem, help me! I’m a virgin, 17, and pregnant!😩

Androcles: *suddenly falls out of the vents* Yo, Felix, is it mine?

*Meanwhile, in Highbottom’s office*

Prof.Sickle: Hey, Cassy.

Drunk!Casca: What?

Prof.Sickle: I heard that Mr. Snow is currently pregnant with Mr. Plinth’s baby.

Drunk!Casca: My gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow is pregnant with my baby?! That’s great! That’s wonderful! I’m telling Capitol News!

Prof.Sickle: I’m just kidding-

Drunk!Casca: *is on the phone with Lucky Flickerman* Hello?! Is this Capitol News?! Yes, this is Dean Highbottom speaking. No, I’m not drunk. My darling Crassus and I are having a baby! A real baby! Yes, it’s mine- what do you mean by delusional? I’m not delusional!😫

#tbosas #crack post #crack ship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #festus creed #clemensia dovecote #felix ravinstill #hilarius heavensbee #casca highbottom #crassus snow #strabo plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #president snow #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #suzanne collins #alternative universe #thg fic #thg incorrect quotes #thg fanfiction #tbosas fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #crack treated seriously #thg series

[bookwormsenpai]

It's not finished and I probably won't finish it but I felt like posting it. Hope y'all enjoy it for what it's worth 🤷🏿‍♀️

Poly Relationship Kiri x Reader

"Eiji, sweetheart, sugar lumps, we've talked about this, do you remember what happened last time?"

"Yes, my love, but I promise I won't get us banned on here like I did on hinge! I mean how was I supposed to know they didn't think it was the real me!?"

Your sweet husband wasn't the blame for the most part, but he also didn't help the situation the last time we tried this.

"Maybe a better profile babe."

"What was wrong with our last one?!"

"I'm not answering that."

"You're so mean to me mama," Kirishima said with a pout on his face.

You rolled your eyes and put the finishing touches on y'alls Tinder profile. You and Eijirou had been married 7 years and were very happy with your lives together but you guys always thought that y'all had more love to give and that someone could be added to y'alls relationship. You've tried in the past but no one seemed to be quite the right fit.

"Eiji, you can still look at the profiles with me but I think we'll leave the talking to me."

"But-"

"E, natural redhead with the brown eyes?"

"How was I supposed to know the carpet matched the drapes if I don't ask, baby?"

"I mean if they were down to be a third you would've eventually found out..."

"But that could take AGES!" Eijirou was exasperated at this point and you were trying not to bust a gut from holding in your laugh at your sweet husband who meant well but can say some off the wall shit unprovoked.

He's sitting next to you on the sofa but you decide it's time for a position change and crawl into his lap.

"Alright! All done! Do you wanna look through and see if I missed anything?" you asked to make sure all the necessary details were there.

"No babe, I'm sure you got it all, can I swipe through, I won't message anyone I promise!"

#kirishima x black reader #bnha #kirishima x chubby reader #i thought this was hilarious #my writings

[by-ego]

This is to go with what you asked for about a writing prompt with the Shaw pack mates.

What about a short story of Sam angel babe and sweetheart having a talk while their mates are on a run as wolves 🐺? Just them shooting the shit

I hope this is too your liking and apoligized that it's a bit short. Thank you for the prompt, it's super sweet! <3

Babes hand shot out and caught the mosquito in the air right in front of Angel's face. "Whoa" they said, as their head moved back in surprise. Babe smirked, and Sam nodded, ever so slightly impressed. "That’s more than I can do even with my reflexes," he chuckled. "Well I've got training," they answered with a laugh. "Growing up where I did, mosquitos were a given," they added. 

"Anyone want a drink?" Sweetheart shouted from inside the cabin. “No thank you” Sam answered right back, while Angel asked for something sweet. “Is coke good? Or do you want some lemonade?” They follow up. “Nah, coke sounds great, David banned it together with junk food so I kinda miss it” angel answers and stealth hums loudly in agreement. “And you (babe)?” they asked. “Tea? If there is any I’d like that” Babe calls into the cabin to sweetheart. “I’ll go look” they respond. 

A few minutes later sweetheart comes out with a tray with coke for angel, raspberry tea for Babe and a lemonade for themself. They handed out the drinks to the rest of the group followed by a few thank yous, and took a seat next to angel. “Ah I’m so glad to be able to drink this again without Davy glaring at me” Angel laughed. Sam and Sweetheart laughs with them, while Babe sipps their tea with a smile. “Why would he ban it for you? You’re an adult” Sam asks, raising an eyebrow. “Well he insisted I needed to get healthier eating habits, so he banned it and cleaned out our kitchen of junk food and stuff with a lot of sugar” Angel pretended to wipe a tear from their face. “I am thinking of doing something like that at home,” babe laughs, “all Ash eats is take away pizza and wings and soda”.  “Yeah that sounds like Asher, when I got together with Milo, he still lived with David he did the same” Sweetheart laughed. “Well it just sounds like David traded one for another,” when Sam said this Babe bursts out in laughter and Angel pretends to look offended. “Okay, ignoring that” angel say, while jokingly turning their nose up and away from Sam, “don’t subject Asher to that, because it is torture”. “Yeah, and I am scared that he is going to burn my kitchen down if I take that away from him and he tries to cook. Literally the first time I meet him he is on the phone with David and had apparently let whatever he was cooking flare up” Babe exclaimed, laughing and hiding their face in their hands. They all laugh at Asher's expense, all in a loving fashion. 

“How come you did not take the lemonade, I thought you love lemonade,” sweetheart asked babe, changing the subject. “Well I do, but I tried that one and it was too sweet. Everything here in the US is, it just overpowers the real taste. I prefer to make it myself or buy from a ethnic shop instead” they confess. “Ah that makes sense, I guess when you grow up here, it’s different verses if you don’t” Sweetheart points out. “I suppose there must be a big cultural shock coming from outside the US to here, from a big blossoming culture to the complete lack of one here” Sam ponders, “or well oppression of what was” he adds. 

Suddenly, they can hear the howls of the wolf, echoing through the night, up at the full moon of the winter solstice. Sam looks out into the woods with a smile, babe drinking their tea, a peaceful feeling settling in them all. That’s their mates out there, doing their thing, having fun. And so were they, even if they weren't enjoying it the same way, the night made them all glad they had come up all this way. Finding this additional family, being welcomed into it, entering a new (and for two of them unfamiliar) chapter, an exciting new part of their lives. A partner, a mate, a lover, a soulmate, a friend. Hearing them howl out their passion and joy into the night placed a smile on their faces, even if they did not fully understand their mates feelings, and even if some had not called it mates yet, they felt the joy.

Hope you enjoyed!

<3

#redacted babe #redacted asher #redacted asmr #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted davey #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted shifters #redacted wolf pack #redacted wolfs #writing prompt

[uramilf]

Day Six - Gingerbread House

Warnings: This has some smutty thoughts at the start but no actual smut

Matty came home late from the studio the next night. He crawled into bed at what must’ve been after 2am, falling asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Mayhem jumping onto the bed and curling up in a ball beside him. He didn’t usually dream of nice things, but his head was full of thoughts of Y/N the entire night. He dreamed of what Christmas was going to be like with her, how well she would get on with his mum and little brother. He dreamed of sneakily stealing kisses when no one was looking. But mostly, he dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her in the spare room, hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake anyone up with her pretty moans.

He woke up the next morning replaying thoughts of a couple of nights before, in front of the fireplace. He shook the images from his head when his phone rang, rubbing a hand over his eyes before reaching out to get it from the nightstand. Her name lit up his phone and he smiled, hitting the green accept call button.

“Morning, pretty girl.” “Morning, baby. How does it feel to be finished in the studio?” “Incredible. I’ve been counting down the days to the start of my Christmas holiday.” “Well, do you wanna come over and celebrate the proper beginning of Christmas?” “I’d love to, darling. Just give me an hour to shower and walk Mayhem. Then I’ll be right over.”

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An hour later, Matty came through Y/N’s door with a shout of “Babe, I’m here!” “Kitchen!” she called back, the sound of an old Beatles song muffling her voice. Matty walked down the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen, laughing at the mess on the kitchen table. Baking ingredients and equipment were spread out over the surface: icing sugar, sprinkles, chocolate chips, piping bags.

“What the fuck happened in here?” he laughed. “Went to Tesco this morning and bought some stuff,” she shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. Are we having a baking day, then?” “Nope, not quite. More like a decorating day,” Y/N said proudly, holding up a cardboard box with a picture of a perfectly constructed gingerbread house on the front. “We just need to put this together and decorate it. Simple.” “Babe, I’m not saying you’re not good in the kitchen, but ours will never look like that.” “Yes it will, grinch! We’re gonna make the best gingerbread house ever.” Matty sighed and rolled up the sleeves of his grey hoodie.

—————

“Matty, stop! That’s too much icing, the roof’s gonna slide off!” “No it isn’t!” he argued. “It’s fine, see?” Matty let go of the gingerbread roof and watched it slide and land on the table in a sticky mess. Y/N groaned. “You are now banned from construction. You can come back for decorating. Goodbye.” “What? I didn’t even do anything, babe!” “You’re wrecking my house!” she grumbled, banishing him to the other end of the table. Eventually she got the house to stick together. It looked rather wonky, but still. She looked at Matty smugly. “See? This is why I’m in charge in the kitchen.” “Yeah, and everywhere else, you fuckin’ dictator.” “You know it,” she grinned. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t let you touch my gingerbread house.” “No you’re not,” Matty smiled fondly. “No, I’m not,” Y/N agreed. “You’re really shit at it.”

Y/N started piping little icing swirls and wonky stars onto the gingerbread house, while Matty followed behind, sticking marshmallows and chocolate chips and pouring sprinkles wherever he saw fit. Y/N laughed at the messy concoction of biscuit and sweets, held together with runny icing. “Wait! We need snow!” Matty exclaimed before grabbing the icing sugar and sprinkling it on the roof of their little house. “Perfect,” Y/N said, leaning up against him. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Can we eat it now, then?” “No!” Y/N cried. “We need to at least take pictures of it. It looks too pretty.” Matty rolled his eyes playfully. Pretty definitely wasn’t the word to describe it, but to Y/N it was perfect.

—————

After a brief photoshoot of their gingerbread house, the pair settled on the sofa with a cup of tea each (Y/N still refused to let Matty eat any of it). “Thanks for today, babe. Good way to spend my first day off.” “Of course,” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you came over.” “I love coming over,” Matty laughed. “I basically live here now, me and Mayhem.” “Just the way I like it,” Y/N replied, before catching his lips in a soft kiss.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagines #matty healy blurb #christmas75

[starlightandetherealshadows]

I just saw the ask about the RO’s limping after sex and was wondering how they would react if the MC was upset because they feel like they should have been more careful with the RO’s and spends the entire day trying to take care of them.

~NSFW~

I kind of half-answered this cuz I wanna save some for the romance within the IF 😛 so enjoy these quick snippets!

Delphine:

“You know sugar, I could heal myself, if I really really wanted to.” Delphine’s sat herself in your lap. She winced when she did so; your concern only magnified by the fact that it’s been over 8 hours.

“Why don’t you?” Running a gentle hand up her thigh, you attempt to apologize with your actions. She banned you from apologizing with words about 3 hours ago.

Delphine sighs. She laces your fingers together on her upper thigh.

“Feeling you all day..it reminds me that you’re real. That you aren’t a dream that I’m going to lose when I wake up.”

Zero:

Zero presses his face against your neck, letting out a low moan as the movement causes the ache in his ass to burn beautifully.

“I hurt you.”

“I like it when you hurt me.”

You’re still frowning, but your face softens as Zero begins to mouth at your neck.

“I don’t.” You’re not lying. Zero’s one of the few good things you have left, if not the only thing.

Zero’s eyelashes flutter against your pulse.

Xa’eks/Xa’veed:

X curses as they stretch, lower body aching in a way they aren’t used to. It’s rare for someone to wear them out like this. Even rarer for it to have been the work of a human.

Said human is watching them like X just decapitated one of their friends. X smirks at their distraught. It’s adorable, that the human is so worried.

Even more adorable, when said human scowls.

“Stop that. Can you take this seriously?”

“You should be honored, human.” X stalks towards their favorite human, cupping their chin and tilting it upwards. “Not many have hurt me in a way that’s so enticing.”

Cecelia/Chase:

C doesn’t quite know how to feel about their own aches. It’s…it’s not something they’ve ever experienced.

C can’t say they don’t like it..but should they? Fuck, all they wanna do is lay in bed and let their body recover.

MC is still staring at them, guiltily, with hands full of snacks and C’s favorite games. It’s a contrast to the look of absolute pleasure, bliss they were experiencing earlier.

C wants nothing more than to see them that relaxed and happy again.

Ayana:

Ayana looks like she’s going to complain about her limp, if only to rile up MC. But she sees the upset, guilty look on their face and closes her mouth. She stands up straight and pretends it doesn’t hurt.

“I’m sorry.” MC had come up behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist, resting their chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t be, babe. We both had a good time.” Ayana turns her face so she can press a kiss to MC’s cheek. “You’re more than welcome to make it up to me, though.”

#ask: answered #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #memento mori #interact if #spice spice baby

[procrastinatorproject]

WIP Folder Game

I wasn't actually tagged, but I saw this on @beautyofsorrow's blog and just... couldn't resist.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

The problem, of course, is that my "WIP folder" is in fact four different Scrivener projects with a sum total of over 100k unpublished words, so this is gonna be LONG 😅🙈 But in the past, I have found great inspiration in looking through all my wild ideas and wip's that mostly consist of a couple paragraphs or a screenshhot of a discord conversation with friends. So I'm gonna do this anyway :D

WIPs that are only notes or snippets of conversations with friends where I tell them about My Great Fic Idea

Breathe

Field Medicine

5+1 holos

Moriarty

Bashir & Soji

All in a Day's Work

Kidfic

Merged

Sugar Rush

Circuit (Dark Academia)

S1 Agnes POV

CYOA/Scavenger Hunt

The Train Job

Regency AU

Holo-Admonition

He Never Gets Any Nicer (meta)

WIPs that are mostly notes (sometimes very long, elaborate notes) but do have a bit of actual writing attached

Conference Emails

Calluses

A Day at the Faire

Cosmic Detours (one unpublished chapter)

From the Mouths of Babes

Mittens on a String

Squad

Rescuing Dahj

Podcast

WIPs that are a single paragraph (or sentence) or two with not a lot of notes or context

ricepudding

Nostalgia/Nerdiness

The Quiet Spaces in Between (Raffi & Tuvok)

Kestra (Holoween)

All Aboard

Bed Rest (Seven)

Dino Hunt

Ready Room

Cosmic Detours (one unpublished chapter)

Valkriss Tales

Brainwashing

Choose Your Path

AI Malfunction

WIPs that are quite substantial already but still need a lot more work (or for me to sit down and JUST WRITE THE THREE MISSING SENTENCES ALREADY MY GOODNESS!)

Virus

Check-Up

Raffi Whump

Game Night II (Holoween)

Snapshots

Bed Rest (Rios)

Bed Rest (Picard)

Bed Rest (Agnes)

Homecoming

Dynamic Chaos

Meadow (two unpublished chapters)

Baby on Board

Space Shark

CMO's Log (some notes and a couple unpublished chapters)

Favouritism

Four Cakes

Sleep-Deprived

In the Shallows

In the Palm of his Hand (couple unpublished chapters)

Mittens on a String (5 + 1)

Institutional Knowledge

Kestra & Rios

The Cake Is A Lie (Findings and Conclusion)

And finally: WIP's so big they are their own Scrivener Project and will never be finished because they'd be the length of a novel. Or two. (Though I usually only have a few paragraphs/chapters written, the rest is wild ideas and notes)

Star Trek: La Sirena, Episode 2 (and notes for five or six more episodes)

Star Trek: Second Chances

Post-Rusker [semi-disqualified]

Synth Ban Thriller

Star Trek Holo Novel

And I'm not gonna tag as many people as I have WIPs, because that would require me to count them. And even though I rationally know the number of WIPs is morally neutral, I still have deep shame about Not Finishing Things. I'm working hard to dismantle that and have come a long way, but I'm not there yet 😅

(Also, I may not have enough mutuals for the number of WIPs 🙈😅)

So, if you, too, would like to stroll through your WIP folder and have people ask you about some of the stories that live in your head rent free, take this as permission to go for it! 😁🖖

#wips #ask game #lili's writing adventures #star trek picard #star trek la sirena #(most of them are in fact LAS (i.e. either set before and during season 1 or after season 1 but ignoring the later seasons) #but there is a handful of season 2 things in there)

[mysteryinkkat234]

Same as it Ever Was (Eddie Munson x Reader)

I don’t know how many times I have to repost this story but I will continue to fight to be seen on this page, no matter how many times I get shadow banned. Let’s talk about how I’m treating stories featuring Eddie. He is a comfort character, I can say he is my ideal boyfriend. If I’m having a hard day and laying in bad sulking, I think about Eddie wrapping his arms around me. And thanks to my new job, it was built in the 80s and has that 80s aesthetic (because they’re too lazy to change it up. To keep it anonymous, it’s an entertainment center, with an arcade, bowling, roller rink, mini golf, go-karts, and laser tags (also bumper cars but no one like bumper cars), it’s a place to host a kid’s birthday party. It is the perfect setting for a Stranger Things/80s story. So let’s just cut to the fluff and expect more stories more related to my job. I hope you enjoy 

Also Stranger Things fandom, here’s how my fluff(sweet) and smut(spicy) works, if you check out my masterlist, you’ll my other stories and how I label them. If you have any Eddie Munson request, hit me in my DMs, don’t be shy. Anyway, enjoy my first Eddie story :) (Also I’m catching up with the series finally, wooo!)

Gender-Neutral Reader (You/Yours)

(Warning: A bit of spice at the end but the rest is also bittersweet, venting fluff)

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

“Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground”  

That night was…weird, that day as a whole was strange. You were cuddled up with your boyfriend Eddie, messing with his mop of a perm like always, but you didn’t look like your typical, happy self, you looked…somber. Eddie knew he didn’t want to see his Precious ball of energy so sad and tired, that’s not a good way to end the day. He pressed.

“Why the long face, sweetheart?” He asked, cupping your cheeks, squishing them a bit, making you do a fish face. You exhaled, softly laughing. You started to smile again, and a sigh of relief came from Eddie. “Seriously though, what made you so down, babe?”

You sighed, leaning into his chest, still toying with his hair, your other hand toying with one of his rings. You would fiddle with his rings if something made you anxious, and judging from how slow you were turning it around his finger, it was something that made you feel…indifferent? “I don’t know…it’s just been,” there was a long pause, trying to find the right words to say. You let out a deep sigh, “it’s been a weird night…before I came over.”

Eddie tilted his head, he combed through your scalp, placing his chin on the top of your head. “Was this about your parents,” he asked, you nodded slowly, “was this about us dating?” He asked again. There was another pause until you shook your head. 

“I mean, technically it was about us, but not like, negatively,” you stood up, breaking Eddie’s embrace, “during dinner, I told them about our date to the movies, about how we got an intense sugar high from all that soda and we were laughing like a bunch of drunk idiots.” you laughed a little louder, recalling you two getting weird looks from the movie-goers, but you didn’t care.

Your laughter faded and your smile was gone, remember what happened…after. “I told them everything and there was…nothing. Not a ‘glad you had fun’ or any snarky comment, just…silence. It felt so off because dinner is never like that. We’re always talking about what we did that day, we have something to add to the story but just…nothing.” you felt tears trying to come out.

Eddie though had a fast reaction time. Without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, he could feel his shirt getting wet from your held-back tears. He tried to calm you down by rubbing your ear, his rings grazed your skin, giving you a chill.

“Do my parents hate me now?” You asked a bit choked up.

He bit his lip, figuring out how to word his answer. “Honestly…no,” you looked up at him, tears staining your skin, “my advice, don’t think about it too much. Maybe your parents had a bad day and just…don’t want to talk about it. We all those days. Maybe tomorrow, things will go back to the way they were.”

“God I hope,” your speech was muffled by his shirt, gripping onto it so hard making him lean closer to you, you both started to chuckle, “for now though, I think I’ll stay here for the night. My room is going to get so hot I’m probably going to have to strip naked.” You giggled.

“Hmm, I think I won’t mind you still getting naked.” He purred into your neck making you squeal in excitement. That night ended with so much girly giggling, a night to remember. Your moments with Eddie, when it’s just the two of you, alone in his room, are something you always cherish.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #venting #fanfiction

[reece0123-blog]

i quit cause of sugar daddy's commenting about payment I want comissions to do and earn money on PayPal like come on

So yeah comissions are still open but sugar daddy's who comment will get a insult in their messages

#ban sugar babes #ban sugar daddy's #no sugar daddys #no sugar babes

[augustinewrites]

gojo is sure that he’s going to die today.

you’re gonna kill him, tsumiki’s gonna kill him. hell, megumi’s probably gonna kill him too.

once gojo finds him, that is.

the task had been simple: go to the mall and get a picture with the mall santa. easy. fool-proof. but he’d turned his back for thirty seconds to look at a nice shirt in a display, and now the brat’s nowhere to be seen.

he’d always been thankful that the seven year-old was relatively independent. it meant less work for him. but now it’s been fifteen minutes, he hasn’t seen that sea-urchin hair anywhere, and gojo’s now feeling the panic of a single, overworked parent in a mop commercial.

he shouldn’t have let you talk him out of the backpack leash. “it’s impossible to lose him now, he’s seven,” you’d said.

well, it was possible. bet you’re gonna feel real stupid when he says ‘i told you so.’

(stupid, amongst other things. anger might win out if gojo comes home alone, without even the picture with the knock-off santa.)

he slides his shades down every time a group of kids passes by, because maybe megumi’s made a friend and run off with another group of fellow delinquents? he hopes that’s the case.

a quick check to his watch confirms gojo’s now been searching for twenty minutes, and he’s really kinda worried. what if something had happened? he’s ready to call the police, the DA, maybe even nanamin—

“excuse me, sir?”

he whirls around to see a mall cop behind him, an almost laughable attempt of a stern look on his face and powdered sugar caught in his moustache. not exactly who he’d turn to right now, but he has a badge and probably has access to the intercom system.

“yeah?”

“we’ve been getting reports of a tall man with sunglasses staring at children. you’re going to need to come with me,” he says, almost boredly. there’s a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt that gojo could crumble into pieces with a flick of his wrist.

yet he blinks, brain short-circuiting as he processes rent-a-cop’s words. what?

“staring at children— i’ll have you know i’m a teacher!” kinda. “and that if anyone’s child is in danger, it’s probably mine!”

“sir,” he sighs, “could you just come with me?”

“my kid is missing,” he insists. “could you just help me out before literally everyone i know chews me out and i’m responsible for losing one of the greatest things to come out of his shit family?”

this man looks like he could honestly care less, but heaves a great sigh and turns around, gesturing for him to follow.

gojo trails after him, eyes still roving around for any sign of megumi until they get to what he assumes is a very sad, not very secure mall jail.

and sitting there in a little room with a flimsy lock, is fushiguro megumi.

“holy— holy shit!” he laughs, with relief, with amusement, he doesn’t know. he pounds on the glass, watching the kid’s eyes widen slightly. “that’s my kid! megumi!! what the hell did you do?”

“he got into a fight with the mall santa and kicked an elf in the family jewels,” the cop at the desk answered. “we called his guardian.”

gojo stares at him, brows furrowed. his phone hadn’t rung once! “but i’m his guar—”

“gojo satoru.”

uh oh.

“hey!” he grins, whirling around to greet you with a nervous laugh and a kiss to the lips that you don’t reciprocate. “babe! what are you doing here?”

“i’m here to bail megumi out of mall jail,” you answer flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i asked you to do one thing for tsumiki. you just had to get a cute picture of her brother with santa claus. how are you going to tell her that he’s been banned from the mall until next year?”

the cop opens the door to let the little delinquent out.

megumi digs into his pants pocket, holding a crumpled photo out to you. “i went and got the picture when gojo-sensei stopped to look at clothes.”

the sorcerer withers under your glare as you take the photo, smoothing it out as best you can to take a look.

“megumi, this is a picture of you punching santa in the face.”

-

“hey, gojo-sensei, what’s this?” itadori asks, fishing a creased piece of paper from his wallet.

“i thought i told you to get my frozen yogurt stamp card,” he chuckles.

“you kept that?” megumi asks, staring at him in the rear view mirror.

“he made copies and sent it out as a christmas card,” you laugh from the passenger seat. “‘merry christmas from the fushigojo’s.’”

“oh my god,” megumi groans. “you guys are so embarrassing.”

“we literally bailed you out of mall jail.”

“fushiguro went to jail?” nobara gasps. “why didn’t you tell us this? you never tell us anything!”

“it was at a mall.”

“you were in a room that locked from the outside,” gojo quips. “sounds like jail to me.”

“let’s not forget the reason why he was there,” you grumble. “negligence.”

“you’re the one who said we didn’t need the backpack leash! i told you so.”

#keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo is the type of parent to lose his kid in a mall #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Behind Closed Doors (PART 1)

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Sorry that this took a while to make. Sorry for any mistakes/errors that are discovered.

DISCLAIMERS: Minors DNI and female readers, I'll let you read my fic but do not fetishize it! If I find out about it, all-female readers will be banned. REMEMBER! This is fiction. I mean no offense, harm, or disrespect to these celebrities.

Pairings (Yandere for all): Chris Evans x male reader; Chris Hemsworth x male reader; Tom Holland x male reader; Robert Downey Jr. x male reader; Aaron Taylor Johnson x male reader; Sebastian Stan x male reader; Anthony Mackie x male reader; Paul Rudd x male reader; Jeremy Renner x male reader; Benedict Cumberbatch x male reader.

Rating: Contain explicit content.

Warnings: bottom male reader, top male celebrities, obsession, possessive behavior, dark themes, murder, description of murder, blood, blood kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, innocent/oblivious male reader, gaslighting, mention of a past relationship, double penetration, threesome/tensome, rough smut, daddy along with master kink, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, breeding kink, pregnancies kink, pits/musk kink, and biting kink.

Readers' nicknames; Angel, sweetheart, darling, doll, baby, honey, baby boy, babe, pumpkin, and sugar.

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: When you first join the production crew, you never expected to gain all the attention of ten males. Then all those actors would soon develop sinister thoughts about what they could do to you. What would you do if ten crazy people fell in love with you?

@firefly-graphics is the one who made the divider used.

BY CLICKING READ MORE, YOU WILL BE VIEWING DARK CONTENT! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT, LEAVE NOW. FOR THOSE WHO ARE GOING TO READ THIS, ENJOY IT! I TRIED!

“How is my baby boy doing?” One of the guys said from behind you as they wrapped their arms around your waist, pulling you closer to them. You snuggle into their embrace, but in the back of your head, you knew this was wrong.

These men robbed you of your life. They took you away from everyone you've known and loved. Their sweet words manipulated you into believing that you had no one else but them.

You could still remember the day you first met them, the day where it all started. If you weren’t under their influence and had free thoughts, you would have hoped that you had never met any of them.

5-years ago.

You danced around the living room as you had just found out that you had been hired by the higher-ups to be a part of the production for the sequel to the third installment of the Avengers, selected to work as a make-up artist--but also as the set medic.

Since you were the key make-up artist, not only do you work for the director--but also the production designer, director of photography, and wardrobe designer craft cohesive looks that contribute to the film’s aesthetic.

You were familiar with the set medic. All you had to do was prepare for a short-term response to medical emergencies.

Your friends and family congratulated you on your role. Your friends took you out to the club to party. Some of them were jealous that you could be around one of the actors. That was true; you never thought of that until they mentioned it.

Maybe, you’ll get to meet the one and only Chris Evans or Chris Hemsworth! You always had a crush on Chris Evans. Tomorrow, you get to be on the set of Marvel. You couldn’t sleep that night as you were excited but eventually fell asleep.

*7:30 am*

The sun’s rays beamed down through your curtains, signaling that dawn has arrived. You groan at the light filling your room. “What time is it?” you said, half asleep as you tried reading the time on your phone.

“7:30?!” You screamed, quickly getting out of bed, sheets flying everywhere as you hurried to get ready.

After you looked presentable enough, you dashed out the door and drove to the set. After a 20-minute drive, you arrived there. Once you showed the guards that you worked as the Key make-up artist and set medic, they let you in.

Now, you had to find Joe and Anthony Russo, the directors. After asking around and searching for ten minutes, you finally found them both. They were talking with some of the actors and giving instructions. You walk up to them.

You tap Joe on the shoulder, getting his attention. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, also gaining the attention of Anthony. “Yes, I’m the new head of the hair and make-up departments and the set’s medic,” you said with a smile on your face.

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you! What’s your name?” Anthony says in an enthusiastic voice. He shook hands with you, welcoming you to the film production crew. “M/n. M/n L/n,” you said, returning the handshake.

“Welcome to the crew, M/n. Come walk with us and talk.” Joe says as he gestures to you to follow him and Anthony. Alongside Joe and Anthony, you explored the set, chatting about the mundane requirements that came with the job. Then came your question.

“What happened to the other person?” You questioned Joe and Anthony’s muscles before they regained their composure. You glanced at both men in confusion. “They left because of… personal reasons,” Anthony said, drifting off on the last part.

“Personal reasons?” Both men then stared at you for a second before saying. “It's nothing to worry about. You’re the new head! You don’t need to worry at all.”

Something was wrong, but you chose to ignore it.

Meanwhile…

Chris and the other male actors were sitting in his trailer. All of them were upset that their favorite person quit.

“The nerve of that woman,” Tom growled under his breath as his eyes twitched in annoyance. The others agreed with him, sharing their strong feelings towards the ex-film crew member.

“I heard they hired a new person to fill in her spot.” The male from Boston spoke, this new information gaining the attention of everyone around him. “Really? Who is it?” Jeremy said curiously. Chris shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I heard they hired a boy to take her spot.” Everyone's eyes widened.

“He won’t be able to replace her!” Sebastian barked, and Anthony agreed with him. Jeremy couldn’t decide if it was worth it. In the back of his head, he knows it's wrong since he’s married and has kids. Everyone was infighting on what to think.

“We can’t start making up assumptions about someone we don’t know!” Chris (H) said, some of the others agreed, the other half grumbled. ‘Maybe, this new person will take her spot?’ Chris (E) thought as he shut out the others.

“Guys, it's time…” Joe said, entering the trailer. He and Anthony were aware of the men’s behavior towards the last one. He couldn’t fire them as it would ruin everything and break the fan’s hearts. Everyone nodded their heads and headed out. ‘I hope they don’t do anything to him.’

“M/n! You’re needed at Chris Evans trailer!” someone yelled through the crowd of people. Chris got injured during one of his scenes. Since you’re the set’s medic, it's your job to look after the actors and crew.

After searching around for his trailer, you found it. You knocked on the door, waiting for Chris to answer. Chris got up after he heard the knocking on his trailer door. When he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

In front of him stands the most alluring boy he has ever seen. Chris was drooling as he couldn’t speak. “Um. Hi? I’m here to check up on you.” you said, kind of creeped out by the larger man who was staring at him.

“Sorry, uh… yes, come in.” Chris apologized for the way he acted. He gestures for you to come in. You accepted his apology and walked into his trailer. After doing some examinations, you concluded that he had pulled a muscle. “It’s nothing too serious, just a pulled muscle. It should be better in a couple of days,” you said, giving him your brightest smile.

Chris couldn’t help but blush. Your smile was beautiful. He wanted to keep that smile forever. ‘His smile is adorable and heart-warming. I just wanna glue his lips to the sides of his cheek so I can see that beautiful smile forever.’ Chris didn’t notice that a smile was forming.

“Why are you smiling?” you said, giving him a weird look. Chris snaps out his thoughts at the sound of your smooth voice. He scratches his neck. It was quiet for a minute until Chris breaks the silence. “So, what’s your name?”

“My name? It’s M/n, M/n L/n,” you said, smiling at him again. Chris couldn’t understand what was happening. He had strong feelings for that woman, but this boy is something else. He doesn’t understand why.

“Well, nice to meet you, M/n. As you know, I’m Chris Evans. So, what’s your role here?” Chris asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“I’m the new head of the hair and make-up department along with the set medic,” you said, getting ready to leave and join up with the other department heads to discuss things. Chris’s mouth dropped at the new fact. ‘He’s the replacement?’ He needed to inform the others about this.

“Well, anyway, I have to go. I have a meeting in a few minutes, bye!” you waved goodbye to Chris before running off. ‘You would make a great replacement…’

(Time Skip)

Chris Hemsworth was making his way to Chris's trailer as he had something important to tell him. Chris banged on the door waiting for it to open. Once the door opened, the other Chris pulled him in, closing the door shut.

“What did you want to talk about?“ he said, leaning against the table, crossing his legs.

“Well, remember when I said they hired someone to replace f/n?” Chris (H) nodded his head in confirmation. Before Chris could say anything else, a knock came on the door.

“Excuse me, I left something here! Can I come in?” A boy’s voice could be heard from the other side, Chris’ ears perked up.

When the door opened, Chris’ mouth dropped as you walked in. “M/n, this is Chris. Chris Hemsworth.” Chris (E) introduces you to him.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, looking at Chris with your e/c. He was lost in them. His heart was beating faster, much faster than the last one.

‘Those eyes… they're enchanting. I just wanna rip his eyes out and keep them.’ He snapped out of his daze after he heard you say, “excuse me?”

“Oh, umm… sorry, nice to meet you, M/n,” Chris said, cracking his neck. You told him it was fine and left after you found what you were looking for.

After you left, the two Chris’ began to talk. “So, that’s the new person? He’ll make a great husband.” Chris (H) said, grinning at the many things he could do to you.

“We just have to act like the good guys and lure him in.” Chris (E) said. Both men agreed that you belong to them.

(Time skip)

You were walking with a cup of coffee, too busy looking at your phone until you accidentally bumped into someone. They had a rock-hard chest that felt like a wall.

Your steaming coffee -which cool down- splattered all over the guy’s chest. You looked up to see the one and only, Tom Holland.

“Here, let me help you,” Tom said, leaning down and giving you his hand. You grabbed his hand, he felt electricity coursing through his body. You looked up at him and were met with brown eyes looking down at you. He was lost by the way your hands felt against his.

“Thank you.” You said as you dust yourself, taking your hand away from him. Tom let out a small whine as he wanted to feel you again.

‘His hands felt amazing against mine. I want his hands to stay on me. I may have to cut his hands off… whatever it takes to feel him.’ He was giving you a creepy look while he thought of this.

You felt uncomfortable as he continued to gaze at you. “Thank you… again. I have to go.” You dashed off, leaving Tom, who snapped out of it.

‘Fuck.’

You began to question why the actors, specifically the male ones, have been acting weird around you. They all stare at you with something in their eyes.

“Hey! Wait!” a voice yelled behind you. You turn around to see Tom running at you with his coffee-stained shirt. You stopped walking.

“I just wanna introduce myself! I'm Tom, Tom Holland.” Tom said, reaching out to shake your hand.

“I’m M/n. The head of the hair and makeup department.” You said, shaking Tom’s hand. You noticed he gripped your hand tightly.

“Nice to meet, M/n,” Tom said before releasing your hand. He stared at you for a moment before turning away.

You’ve been working on set for about two weeks and enjoyed the time there. You didn’t talk to anyone that much but Chris Evans and Hemsworth along with Tom would always talk to you.

They were the only ones that talked to you. You didn’t feel anything wrong when around them. That changes whenever you weren’t around them

You didn’t notice the glares that they would give to the poor man or women talking to you. The way they stared at you from afar.

You were too oblivious to notice. They would even flirt but you didn’t catch on which would make them frustrated.

Today was different. You were exhausted and didn't feel like doing anything. Many things happened like someone having a serious injury, many reshoots along with having to get things organized.

You thought that maybe going to the bar was a good idea to cool yourself down and relax. Maybe you have a hangover.

(Timeskip.)

You were enjoying your time. Have a few drinks and talk with some people until you see three familiar people. Sebastian, Anthony, and Paul!

They are having drinks and talking with each other. You decided to approach them. You walked through a sea of people, lights flashing, and loud music playing. “Are you Sebastian, Anthony, and Paul?” You asked, excited to meet them.

They all turned around to greet you but once they saw you, they stopped. All three of them were gobsmacked by you. Paul decided to speak up.

“Yes, yes we are! Who are you?” He said cheerfully as he looked at you. Sebastian and Anthony didn’t know what to say. They were enchanted.

‘This boy… he’s more attractive than her.’ Both men couldn’t believe that anyone else could rival their ex-lover's beauty.

“I get to finally meet y’all! I’d always see y’all around but I never got to say hi. Either way, my name is M/n. I work on set.”

This information perked their ears as they continued to listen to you. “What’s your role on set?” Anthony asked, all other roles were filled and the only one that was open was the role their ex-lover quit.

“I’m the new head of the hair and make-up department along with the set medic!” Their mouths dropped, you were the one replacing her.

Sebastian and Anthony take back what they said two weeks ago.

The four of you talked for a while. You were the main one doing the talking. Sebastian could listen to you ramble on and on.

‘His voice is so soft… how will he sound when I have him begging for me?’

Anthony was an observer. He looked deep into you and he can see that you’re an innocent one. Quite oblivious too.

He looked at you closely and noticed how there were bruises and marks along your neck and arms. He felt rage course through him at the ugly marks but this made him wonder.

‘How would his body look like in cuts and bruises? Of course, only I can make those.’

Paul stared at your skin. He imagined himself biting and watching your blood run down. He wonders how you taste. He wants to taste your sweet metallic blood.

‘He looks delicious… I wonder how your blood tastes?’ Paul licks his lips at the thought.

(Timeskip)

You were intoxicated. You told the guys that you were gonna go dance. They all nodded their heads and watched you walk off. They licked their lips as they got a view of your backside. Nothing was happening until some guy decided to dance with you.

You didn’t notice as you were drunk and didn’t have great awareness. The man began to dance against you and rub himself against your ass. You didn’t know what was going but you began to grind against his crotch. The guy’s eyes turned dark as they watched.

Sebastian gripped his cup hard. Anthony poked his cheek while Paul glared at the man.

The man smirks as he begins to rub his hands against your hips. Sebastian wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off that man’s face.

Anthony could see the man whispering something into your ear which made you blush. The guy that was getting touchy with you walked to the bathroom.

Anthony gestures to the others to follow. Sebastian and Paul nodded their heads. Paul brought a bottle with him.

All three men walked into the bathroom to see the man about to leave. Sebastian closed the door and blocked it. While the man was distracted, Paul smashed the bottle against his head. The man groaned in pain as glass shards were scattered everywhere.

Paul picked up the shards and sliced the man’s throat. Blood started gushing out the wound and stained the floor. The man grasps his throat to try and stop the bleeding but it was pointless. Just to be sure, Paul stabbed him ten times.

The man was dead as there was blood everywhere. Nobody heard his screams as the music was too loud. Now, they just have to hide the body.

Sebastian kept watching while Anthony and Paul cleaned the mess. They hid the body in the air vent. After everything was done, they returned to go get you. The problem has been dealt with. They see that you’re really drunk.

Sebastian has the idea to bring you back to his home and wait till you’re awake. Of course, he wasn’t going to do anything.

The others made a deal to share their possessions/lovers. In due time, he’ll get to feel you.

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A/n: I’m gonna be releasing this fic into parts! Each part will contain two parts! So, I will be releasing the next part sometime in the future! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓

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Golden Trio Headcannons:

Ron was the one who taught Harry how to tie his shoe laces, after he noticed Harry tucked his laces into his shoes. "No-one ever cared enough to teach me..." "I care enough."

Both Ron and Harry were with Hermione when she started her period for the first time. "I'm...BLEEDING" "Calm down, it's your period, its just the shock of it, My sister got hers last year." "should I get Mcgonagall-"

Ron is the only one of the 3 who regularly goes to breakfast, he tends to pack toast in his bag to give to Harry and Hermione because sometimes they forget or they just don't bother and IT WORRIES HIM-

Harry and Hermione have the same favourite book as a child. Matilda, both relate to the book in very different ways. "It just gave me hope, really, she discovered her magic and found someone who loved her." "Harry, you also found people who love you" "I know"

Harry memorised how ron and Hermione drink their tea. Ron dash of milk, lots of sugar. Hermione, lots of milk, 1 sugar. He makes the best cups of tea. "It's really a ghastly amount of Sugar Ron-" "Your tea is literally whiter than me, don't judge"

Ron bakes treacle tart and jam tarts for Harry and Hermiones birthdays.

Harry and Hermione were once mistaken for siblings, and neither of them corrected the person. "Yeah, she's my older sister" ron would never forget the smiles on their faces. Everytime Hermione would go back to that Cafe, they would always ask about her younger brother.

Hermione was also the first person to hug Harry since he was placed with the Dursleys when he was 1. Ron was the second person to hug him.

Harry used to leave change around Rons room when he knew he was a few sickles short of something he knew Ron wanted. Because Ron would never accept money from Harry. Ron never found out, but Hermione saw him do it one day. "Your secret is safe with me"

Ron and Hermione are the Godparents to Harry and Ginny's children. And vice Versa. (Exept Lily Luna, whose God Parents are Neville and Luna)

Harry has a photo album filled with photos of him and his friends, that made in 2nd year, that album starts with him and ron and hermione, and ends with him and his family together.

It was actually Hermione who taught Harry how to tie his tie for school, and she wouldn't let him get on the boat without "being in proper uniform. Just because your the boy who lived doesn't mean you can just not tie your tie."

Harry and Ron were eachothers best men.

Ron and Hermione sometimes purposely walk slowly, when Harry finally starts to open up, so that he has more time to talk and won't close back up when they near where they're going.

Harry and Ron carrying some of hermiones work for her in lessons they share, because "Mione, you'll break your back carrying all that?!?!" "Yeah Ron's right- why the fuck do you have so much paper?!?!" "Parchment" "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT HERMIONE-"

Harry and hermione sharing their favourite muggle treats with ron "Mars bars mine" "I've always loved strawberry laces myself!!" And Ron sharing his favourite wizard treats with them.

Harry teaching Ron how to cook the muggle way and Ron teaching Harry how to cook the magic way. (Hermione was banned from the kitchen after she got frustrated with the spells and just decided to leave the boys to it as they actually enjoyed it) "I mean, you cooked for us during the hunt, the least we can do is cook for you now!" "You don't have to be good at everything, babe!!" "FINE-"

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione make sure too meet up for lunch at least twice a week, as they have busy lives now and they want to make that effort too see eachother. They've only missed around 15 of these, either because of honeymoons, child birth, Harry being "INJURED WHAT THE FUCK MATE DID YOU DO?!" "He was stabbed" "LIGHTLY stabbed" "YOU BLOODY PASSED OUT FROM BLOOD LOSS-" "eh" "EH?!?!?"

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I’ve never requested anything before but I really love your writing 👉👈 if your hc requests are still open, maybe whoever your favorite dsmp CC(s) is (maybe punz, sapnap, or sam if that’s too broad?) who’s dating m!reader (he/him) but they haven’t gone public yet, and chat/Twitter/etc is being homophobic? like do they come out or just comfort their boyfriend later? only if you want to of course :) hope you have a good weekend!

╭៹ꜜ # dating them in private ༉

cc!punz, cc!sapnap, cc!awesamdude x male!reader

◟ᝰ warnings ‣ homophobia mentions, a really bad sex pick up line, swearing.

◟ᝰ notes ‣ i'm glad you like my writing! thank you for requesting <3

ᝰ PUNZ ◞

punz loves and respects you more than anyone else. as your boyfriend, he knows it's scary to come out to a large mass of people— so, you two keep your relationship a secret.

punz doesn't care about what people think though. if it was his choice, he'd be flaunting you as much as he could. he only dated the best anyways.

doesn't mean he doesnt flirt with you on stream though: lets the occasional nickname slip out and covers it up as a bit.

the second he sees someone being homophobic in his chat though? they're immediately banned. he doesn't bring attention to the situation, even if it does leave a sour taste in his mouth.

if you happen to see it, and get a bit self conscious, he's immediately telling chat that he has to go.

he's joining you in a voice chat and making sure you're okay. he knows you like the back of his hand though, so even if you try to tell him that you're fine, he doesn't let you get away with it.

"i can tell you're not fine. you don't have to lie to me about this type of stuff. i'm here to help."

he's always had a way with words, that stupidly soothing voice of his making you tell him your feelings (you don't mind, punz has just always had a knack to getting you to talk).

he comforts you while also making you laugh, something he's also always had a knack for. you welcome the insults to the other person and the appreciative comments.

he always does overexeggerated 'mwah' sounds into his mic as well, purely because it makes you laugh.

"that person is a fucking idiot. don't let them get you down, alright? you're better than them, babe. fuck what that guy thinks."

ᝰ SAPNAP ◞

again, sapnap does not give a fuck about what anyone thinks. if you'd let him, he'd unapologetically flirt with you on stream. nicknames, flirty banner— anything to hear the laugh leave your lips.

you want to keep it private though, so he respects your wishes.

he may still flirt with you on stream though; anything regarding from a bad sex joke to terrible flirting.

"[name], [name]— are you my homework? because i'm tryna slam you against the table and—"

"please don't finish that sentence."

the second he sees anyone being homophobic though? he's livid.

if it's someone on twitter, sapnap knows better than to bring attention to some random homophobe. he'll block the person and move on, but will always be pissed when he thinks back to it.

if it's a dono or a chat message, he's telling them to shut the fuck up and asking the mods to ban him. he doesn't condone that type of shit, especially when he knows you're watching.

besides that though, sapnap never fails to make dating him enjoyable, even if it's in private.

he loves calling you any nickname he can think of: baby, pumpkin, darlin', sugar. anything that makes you smile makes him call you it more than once.

"baby, come here. i wanna show you how cool and awesome i am."

"c'mon, pumpkin, my super amazing boyfriend, my baby, my husband—"

if you do ever want to come out, he's posting an instagram story of your hands intertwined. it's simple and doesn't exactly give you away, so it's perfect in his opinion.

he's happy to date you whether you want to make it public or keep it private; being public means he gets to rub it in everyone's faces that he's dating you though.

ᝰ AWESAMDUDE ◞

your safety and comfort is one of sam's top priorities. if you don't want to come out with your relationship, he doesn't mind. he's always been more private as well.

if you let him, he does still flirt with you on stream though. always making sly comments about taking you on a date or something else of that nature.

"i mean, i always thought you were the cutest one out of us, [name]."

if he sees anyone being homophobic on twitter though, especially someone of his own community, he's blocking them and making sure everyone knows that hatred of any kind isn't welcome.

the same goes for people in his chat; although, he doesn't think they're worth even calling out. he just gets one of his mods to ban them.

he usually calls you honey. he doesn't know why, it just suits you. plus, you always get a smile on your face and he thinks it's adorable.

if you two did come out, sam would have no shame of you two. nothing really changes in streams and stuff, although he does leave a heart at the end of all his messages with you.

will ramble about redstone to you. something new he built, something he finally got right; he will talk about it until you make him be quiet (even though you'd never do so, you love listening to him talk).

helps you with any redstone related or coding related issue for you. he won't do everything for you, but he will make sure you know what to do.

if you're a streamer, he's always in your chat. definitely tier three subbed to you. he's also always watching your streams somehow? man has so many channel points and flaunts them.

if you two do come out, he's seen clips of people calling you two their dads. he's brought it up to you before and you both think it's cute.

"it's like our own little awesamfamily!"

can you tell i love him.

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