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motelofmermaids · 11 days

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part ii of this ♡︎ (+18)

notes: dbf! james kelly… reader is in her early 20s & james is 36, dddne, reader’s dad is a drunk & kinda sexist. reader is a virgin. slight daddy kink if you squint… this part is longer! there’s a buildup!

(i was not expecting people to want a part two! omg! thank y’all so dearly & i hope y’all enjoy ♥︎) (if you see any grammar mistakes… no you didn’t… 😇 #englishmajor)

when the door opened, you were holding two beers, doe-like eyes wide and skin flushed warm. “james?” your tone was quiet, shy… whiny? he looked down at you, eyebrows knitting together as he parted his lips to speak, fearing you heard him. but before the tension could even be fully formed, frankie yelled some incoherent bullshit from the kitchen—somethin’ about a beer, and he pulled his gaze away from you. fuck, he jus’ couldn’t do this. not right now. so like any sensible man out there who fantasizes about fucking his friend’s young and sweet daughter, james excuses himself. shaking his head slightly, eyeing you one last time, his legs move—fast. he goes straight for the front door ‘n leaves, the screen door slamming shut behind him.

that was three days ago, and you haven’t seen james come ‘round. you lie on your bed, kicking your legs gently as you stare at the photo on your dresser. you, james, and your dad. james… you wanted to cry, wondering why he left like that after seein’ you. you can’t help but wonder if you did something. he appeared so conflicted… so disgusted, but the way he looked at you? james looked at you as if you were delicious, like a sweet apple pie on a summer’s day. did he… find you pretty? the thought alone makes your body melt into the bed, your thighs clenching together gently. it’s such a conflicting concept that you can’t ignore now.

it’s been a week now, but you know he’ll be over soon. seven days without seeing him… without james. even your dad was confused, given he was always a little hazy, of the absence of james kelly. a lot of time to think, to pick apart interactions and behaviors, time to have your hand trace your body, play with your sensitive lil’ clit and pretend it’s him. time to imagine him above you, tellin’ you things that would need to be confessed to a priest. you lingered around your dad, mentioning james every once in a while, asking when he’ll be over for the game. ‘so… when does the game start again? and he’ll be over before that, right?’ already three beers in, your dad just smiles and tells you he should be here in an hour.

you spend the next hour dolling yourself up for a thirty-six year old. a thirty-six year old who practically helped raise you—which should disgust you, it really should, but he cared for you so deeply. by the time you had finished your hair and makeup, picking out another slip dress—shorter, pink, and lacy—james was helping himself into your home. you heard him, calling out for your dad and telling him to ‘turn the damn TV on!’ you slipped on your pink slippers and made your way downstairs, trying to control your breathing.

your dad was already seated on the couch, finishing the beer in his hand. and james? he must’ve been in the bathroom, because the six pack he brought was sittin’ on the table and he was nowhere to be found. so, you took it upon yourself to unbox the beers and put them in the fridge, bending over as you do so—your dress riding up your thighs. you hear the bathroom door open and click shut, shoes hitting the floor as james walked and it forced you to stand upright and turn around. he was lookin’ at you, a disapproving expression on his face. “what are you doing?” his voice was quiet, and he licks his lips as he looks over to the couch. “‘m putting the beers away…? sorry—was i not supposed to?” and he wants to rip his hair out, his gaze back on you and traveling down your body. “this… this is the problem,” he starts, large hands reaching to adjust your dress that had ridden up. “d’you usually have your panties on full display?”

and it clicks. it finally sets into place… you were right. james did think you were pretty. but it was more than that. james wanted you, with the way his hands lingered and how he swallowed real hard when he pulled back and put distance between you two. you blink, processing the hundreds of thoughts consuming your mind. you can play this game, you decide—and you can play it good. you shake your head softly, a small pout gracing your lips as you hand james a beer. “sorry, i don’t know what you’re talking about… i’ve always dressed like this.” closing the fridge, you walk over to the couch to sit in the middle.

james—poor, poor james—he was fed up already. he watched as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, crossing your legs as you stared at the TV with that fuckin’ smile on your face. oh, he wanted to put you in your place, have your mouth be useful for once as you choked on his cock. it was a thought that made his stomach hurt. irritated, he walked over and sat next to you, eyes never once meeting yours as he opened his canned beer. it didn’t take long for the game to start, and as much as you didn’t care about football, both your dad and james were immersed. yelling at the screen, throwing their hands up… you jus’ rolled your eyes.

“there’s a reason girls like you don’t enjoy football,” your dad slurred out, patting you on the shoulder. “it’s because men like these are big, strong, and dominant—y’all don’t like that shit anymore.” he isn’t making any sense, but it was enough to make you snappy. “seriously? that guy?” you point at the screen, giggling as you side eye your dad. “he’s smaller than james… i could take it.” and james nearly chokes on his cheap beer, eyebrows knitting together as his head snaps to look at you. he just wants to get up and leave at this point, but all your dad does is shrug and say, “ain’t that right, jimmy?!”

“hey, be a peach ‘n get another beer for your old man.” your dad mumbles after a silent ten minutes, eyes heavy as he mindlessly stares at the television. he unabashedly adds, “see, this is what women are made for! to please—and my sweet has always been a big pleaser… surprised no man has snatched her up…” you stand up, slippers quietly pattering against the floor as you walk to the kitchen to grab another can. when you return, two beers in hand for your dad—because ‘another’ usually means two—you dramatically sigh. “‘m surprised, too… i mean, i am the sweetest girl in town. right, daddy?” but you weren’t lookin’ at your dad. no, you were staring at james with that innocent little smile adorning your beautiful face, and he had the grip the handle of the couch because he was fucking exasperated.

“well… ‘m gonna go now. this is extremely boring,” you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to hide how pleased you were with james’ reactions. turning on your toes, you walk down the hall to the stairs as you sway your hips. and james has had enough, moving on his feet quickly and waving off your barely conscious father as he followed you to the bottom of the stairs. he corners you into a wall, forcing a small gasp out of your lips. “you don’t even,” he inhales sharply, stepping closer as he points a finger at you. his jaw clenches, his voice low and accusatory. “you don’t even know what you’re doin’, doll.” the tip of his finger digs into your chest as he leans in closer. and you bat your eyelashes at him, your back pressed against the wall as you stutter over your words. “don’t know what you’re talking about…”

and he laughs in your face, all frustrated ‘n deep and your legs nearly give out. your face feels like it’s on fire, and your thighs clench together because you’re so, so wet for him. “what? you’re gonna act as if you didn’t just call me ‘daddy’ like some cheap hooker?” after a moment, he sighs out your name, his knee moving to slowly spread your legs apart. “you’re makin’ me feel crazy.” and it nearly makes you whine, the way he says it—deep and breathy. leaning down, his lips meet your neck gently, before he quickly pulls away to look down the hall. your father was already snoring, how perfect.

“james,” you whimper quietly, both of you staring at each other before the tension finally breaks—and he leans in to kiss you. it’s rough and passionate, just like james. he groans against your lips—soft and plump—and he was losing it. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, and you flutter your eyes shut at how breathless he’s already left you, your heartbeat pounding against your chest. he furrows his eyebrows, his lips moving aggressively against yours as your hands grip at his unbuttoned over-shirt, creating fists as you pull him closer to you. his tatted hand moves down from your cheek to the curves of your breasts, to your stomach, and slipping underneath your slip dress. he pulls away, barely so, his lips ghosting yours as he opens his mouth to let out a strained, “fuck, baby…”

his fingers gently trace the damp spot of your panties, and he sharply inhales through his nose. “this all f’me? so fuckin’ wet,” his eyes are half-lidded as he gazes down at you, taking in the way you can barely form a coherent thought as he slowly slips the fabric aside to run his fingers through your soaked folds. “you ever been touched like this?” he asks in a whisper and you shake your head, your eyes opening to look into his and james swears this is what an angel looks like. your eyes are so heavenly, wide and doe-like, your plump and stained red lips are parted as you let out shaky puffs of air. and your body, fuck, he cannot get enough. his other hand, still on your cheek, moves until his thumb is running along your bottom lip. “do you wanna stop?” you shake your head again.

he nods his head slowly, his lips curling up. and suddenly his hand, large and scented strongly of cigarettes and oil, is covering your mouth. his fingers move slowly, sliding between your slicked folds and teasing your clit—your eyelashes fluttering at the feeling. “sorry, doll… as much as i’d love to hear your voice, we don’t wanna wake up your real daddy.” your moan is muffled when his fingers rub against your clit, his calloused fingers moving so perfectly that you swear you see stars, and james moves so close that he’s caged you against him and the wall. your grip on his shirt tightens, your eyes on his—deep, blue, and piercing—as he finally slips a finger in your tight, sopping cunt.

you watch as james grits his teeth, muttering something about being ‘so fuckin’ tight,’ as he stuffs another finger inside your heat, slowly moving them so you can feel his long fingers reach places that yours could never. it was too much, yet so little. he needed to be inside you, needed to taste you… to fuck you proper. but he was nice, having a soft spot for you, and wouldn’t let your first time be against a wall while your dad was passed out on the couch down the hall. james’ cock was straining against his pants, hard and throbbing and begging to abuse that little pussy of yours, but he was nice. for now, he’s content with fingering you, giving you a sweet taste of what it’s like to be treated right.

“next time,” he starts, his movements faster and more punctuated, “‘m gonna use my cock… it’ll feel s’good, bein’ stretched out and taken care of.” next time? your heart flutters at the thought, your mewls and begs quieted as you feel the warmth low in your stomach grow. your legs begin to tremble, the stimulation of both his touch and words leaving you drooling against his hand. james leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “you gonna come, doll? that’s it. come on my fingers, be good for me. you’re always such a pleaser, right?” and your walls clench tightly around his digits as your body tenses up, your orgasm leaving you lightheaded and soundless.

his fingers slow down before completely pulling out—leaving you feelin’ empty—but instead of giving you the chance to calm down, he rubs your puffy clit, your hips trying to squirm away from the sensation. you breathe heavily through your nose, one of your hands quickly moving to grip james’ wrist as you feel yourself become overstimulated, whining softly and eyes pleading. he licks his lips, before hesitantly stepping back from you, taking his hand away from your mouth as you slump against the wall. “james,” you whine dumbly, tone high-pitched and so fuckin’ sweet; your mind hazy as you look up at him through your lashes. he can’t help himself, of course he can’t, not when it comes to you. he closes the distance once more, kissing you quiet.

when he pulls away, he adjusts your dress, tapping your thigh gently. “go upstairs and rest,” he mutters, his breathing just as ragged as yours. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

and you will… ❤︎︎

#kel’s concepts ♡︎#james kelly #james kelly x reader #james kelly x you #james kelly smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #james kelly is my man #i need to repent #and pray

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 4 months

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anyway 1920s-era Eris Vanserra who slicks his hair back and wears pinstriped suits and sweater vests and waistcoats with slutty trousers and polished shoes. He owns a huuuuge manor estate and plays tennis and calls his friends “old chap”. He’s only ever known a life of luxury and is the owner of numerous businesses and he can be a lil bit of a snob — UNTIL a new girl is employed at his house who is sweet as honey pie and absolutely endears herself to him with the delicious things she bakes and what an absolute sweetheart she is. Only, this new ray of sunshine in his life is a commoner and has absolutely nothing to her name, and everything in Eris Vanserra’s life is driven by class and reputation. He knows his father wouldn’t approve, knows his friends would scoff at his girl, knows it wouldn’t be an easy ride to have her on his arm. But the more he sees her around his estate, the more he feels like his heart might burst out of his chest.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fandom #acotar au #eris vanserra #acotar headcanon #eris #eris headcanon #vanserra #autumn court

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dyk3medown · 2 years

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cherry pie

steve harrington x reader

summary: steve loves going down on you. like, really loves it.

warnings: fem!reader, smut, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, steve is a fucking champ at eating pussy, hair pulling, fun lil pet names, hints of a praise kink

a/n: i had a couple requests for just general smuttiness with steve so here y'all go! also, i’m a big fan of classic rock so i love being able connect a fic to an 80’s rock song. this is partially inspired by cherry pie by warrant which fucking slaps to this day

smut below the cut!

Steve Harrington is a certified fiend™︎ when it comes to going down on you. You’ve had other partners who were pretty enthusiastic, but no one could measure up to Steve, who would probably eat you out 24/7 if he could. And he’s tried.

He once went down on you for almost two hours, and you swear you actually passed out at the end of it, absolutely wrecked by the many orgasms he had pulled from you with his skillful tongue.

You’re lying on his bed, naked from the waist down with one of Steve’s old shirts bunched up around your waist. Steve is in his favorite position, nestled between your thighs. He presses a few kisses to your inner thigh, moving steadily closer to where you want him.

“Steve,” you whine, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He moves until his mouth is just centimeters away and the feeling of his breath puffing over your clit is enough to make you shiver.

Steve finally closes the distance, licking a stripe up your slit and swirling his tongue over your clit when he reaches the top. A loud moan rips from your chest, and he hums in appreciation.

“Good girl,” Steve pulls back to speak. “Let me hear all those pretty noises.”

He dives back in, and you cry out as he goes at you with all the enthusiasm of a man starved.

“Baby, fuck, feels so good.” You tug at the roots of his hair, and Steve groans, the vibrations sending a shock through you.

He runs his tongue down to your entrance and thrusts it in. You can’t help the sounds escaping you, too caught up in the pleasure you’re feeling. You’re practically dripping, and Steve eagerly laps up the wetness seeping out from inside you, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

“Can't get enough of this pussy, taste so good, so fucking sweet.” Steve prods at your entrance with two fingers. You’re wet enough from his spit and your own arousal that they slip in with no resistance. His fingers are thick, much larger than your own, and you cry out at the delicious stretch. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

“Steve, please!” You cant your hips upwards, trying to get his mouth back on you. He obliges, tongue pressing firmly against your clit as he starts moving his fingers in and out, curling them up to hit that special spot inside you.

Your thighs start shaking as you quickly approach your climax, moaning and whining uncontrollably.

“Fuck, gonna cum, Steve!” You cry out as he speeds up his movements, throwing you over the edge. You clench down on his fingers as you cum, grinding your hips desperately into his mouth.

Steve doesn’t stop even as you come down from your high, still thrusting his fingers in and out as he licks at your clit. Your thighs clamp around his head as the pleasure becomes borderline painful, and he takes out his fingers to push them down, forcing your legs open.

Steve attacks your clit with renewed vigor, groaning as you gently pull at his hair. Heat floods through you as you notice him rutting his hips into the mattress, desperately trying to get some friction on his neglected cock.

“You’re doing so well baby, making me feel so good.” Steve’s hips stutter at the praise, clearly enjoying what you’re saying. “You always make me feel so good.”

You can feel the knot tightening in your stomach again, and you start moving your hips against Steve’s mouth, practically riding his tongue.

Your fingers tighten in his hair as the feelings take you over, sending you into your second orgasm of the night.

Steve moans with you as you cum, grinding down into the mattress frantically.

He finally pulls back, swiping a hand over his chin which had become slick with the evidence of your arousal. You sit up with him, moving onto his lap as you bring your lips to his. You can taste yourself on Steve’s tongue, and you can’t deny that it turns you on.

You reach down to cup him through his pants only to find a wet spot where you were expecting a familiar hardness.

Steve’s face floods with color as you realize what happened.

“Aw, did you cum in your pants? Just from going down on me?” You coo at him in mock sympathy.

His blush deepens, but he grins at you, evidently not too embarrassed. “What can I say, gorgeous? You just taste too good.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington

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italoniponic · 3 months

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Burger (Short) King | Epel Felmier

Synopsis: It’s date night and the place you selected to go with Epel was this humble fast food restaurant that serves the best hamburger in the north part of the island. Well, even if you weren’t that curious about the truth in those rumors, you just wanted Epel to have fun at dinner for once.

Epel Felmier x gender neutral reader / fluff / appleboy's accent / established relationship / use of “you” pronouns / word count: 900 words / Masterlist

Notes: This idea came from one of my talks with @pandoa about Epel’s SR Cerimonial groovy and I just idealized this dinner night with Epel. What can I do? I love bacon and the smile of happiness shining on Epel's face. And, like always, I tried my best to write him with a southern accent... I really tried ;w;

Burger (Short) King

The burger had barely been brought to your table and you just sat there in wonder on how Epel got so quick to devour the meal. It was just a dinner date in the Sage Island village at a decent Saturday night time.

But there he was — your little lilac gremlin of a boyfriend — stuffing his mouth full of meat, bacon and lettuce with gravy as if it were the first and last meal of his life after centuries of starvation. Manners at the dinner table aside, the promotional burger was really that delicious.

When you saw the announcement promo on Magicam, you immediately remembered Epel.

It was a double steak burger, with bacon and thin onions fried in shoyu sauce, keeping company with lettuce and fresh tomatoes, tasty pickles and a special sauce “ala Chef’s mode”. Everything a delicious fast food meal could offer in carbs and a few extra nutrients.

Or it was what Epel tried to justify on the way there, which made you both ask for apple juice. But the juice alone wouldn’t nullify the bacon or the steak, you assumed with good humor.

It was then that the real reason for Epel’s enthusiasm occurred to you: most, if not all, of Pomefiore would not take your dinner so good-naturedly.

You knew that clogging up with fast-food wasn’t beneficial in many ways, but it was only for one day. Epel wouldn’t die if he ate enough meat for one night. In fact, with the addition of the potatoes and the pie he planned to buy for you both as a dessert at a nearby bakery, you wondered how much Epel usually ate for dinner.

You knew that before Epel met you, he sat alone in the cafeteria most of the time at the beginning of the year. Sometimes he was accompanied by Jack because they were the same class, other times his dorm leader and vice would personally supervise him — if there was time on their lunch schedule.

Epel even had a bag of onions in his blazer pocket to put for lunch if he needed it, which usually drove Jack’s sense of smell crazy. But he didn’t have to bring anything like that to your date, fortunately.

“Is it good?,” you asked after taking your first bite of the burger.

Epel had his mouth full of bacon and chips when you asked him for his opinion. He swallowed it all before answering you.

“Delicious, I tell ya what!,” he replied with a big smile.

It took a few minutes but Epel’s mouth was freer to talk — and let slip a little of the accent you loved so much.

“You know that no one is going to steal your sandwich, right? You can eat more calmly. You know, like really chew and enjoy the food,” you giggled, trying to reassure him.

“Have ya forgot who my dorm leader is? Well, I s’wanee I’ll be damned if not admit that, without Rook, I wouldn’t even be here. 'To thank lil’ someone don’t kill nor take a bite out of ya', meemaw say.”

You didn’t remember hearing anything similar before, but if it was advice from Marja Felmier, there was nothing to question.

Not to mention that it was a big truth — it took a lot of bribery and dramatizations of your wish to have dinner alone with your boyfriend to convince Rook to be your accomplice in this far from nutritional crime.

Just in case, you two were in the corner closest to the back exit of the diner, with no windows in sight and with a lot of things around to keep people from recognizing you.

You never know when you’re picking a poisoned apple from a seemingly well-meaning old lady, or even an extremely romantic hunter. Can’t never risk enough, you could only suppose. You would do anything to ensure the success of that date.

Epel took advantage of your thoughtful moment to eat some more. His eyes, when not closed with satisfaction, had a delightful shimmer to them that put the night stars to shame.

It was the best gift you could have given him. In fact, the boy could only think that apple carvings wouldn’t be enough to reward you.

He was actually going to try to plan something truly worthy of your kindness to him — and his countryside stomach that wouldn’t deny good meat in front of him.

But you didn’t feel like you needed any reward. Watching his joy was enough to make your heart happy. You took a sip of the apple juice, amazed at the way Epel smiled even while chewing. You held back a laughter as you watched him lick a sauce mustache that was forming above his lips.

Epel’s joy was your greatest and most precious treasure. It was enough.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“What didja say?,” the boy asked, distracted.

“C-can you pass me a napkin?,” you tried to disguise your words, not wanting to scare him with the intensity of your emotions.

Although confused, Epel shrugged and held out the small box of napkins to you.

While you were bothering to wipe non-existent crumbs from your mouth, the look of your boyfriend and his smile went unnoticed by you. Even if it took a long time before you could repeat that kind of date night, nothing would change within his heart.

Epel would still love you tons.

| Special notes: I wanted to make it a little longer but maybe another time. And I stand that I would fight all Pomefiore just to deliver the most crazy stuffed burger from McDonalds to Epel. They can't hold the power of sertanejo in my veins!! |

#twisted wonderland #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #epel x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst fanfic #fluff #date night #i'll give epel all my love and burgers i can buy #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 5 months

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"Hello chaps and chapsses!" James exclaimed happily, as he walked in holding Lily's hand.

"Nice lipstick, Lily" Marlene said as soon as James and Lily took a seat for dinner.

"Oh, thanks Marly" Lily answered, unaware of how everyone was trying not to laugh.

"I like your lipstick too, Potter" Marlene added "Red is trending at the moment, I believe"

Lily's eyes widened as she got a sight of what James's lips looked like. Her cheeks went bright red. She gasped, grabbing a napkin and wiping James's mouth. Their friends laughed at that sight.

"Clean yourself"

"What?"

"Clean yourself" Lily smiled embarrassed, checking her reflection in a little mirror and trying to fix it.

"Isn't that my lipstick, darling?" Mary raised an eyebrow.

"Borrowed it, Mary" Lily mumbled with embarrassment "You said it was okay"

"Oh! Red velvet to unleash passion, I remember" Mary nodded.

That made the others laugh more, especially if Lily blushed like that. James raised an eyebrow amused.

"Red velvet passion?"

"I am trying new colors" Lily explained nervously "James helped me experiment a bit with makeup"

"Is that so, Prongsie?" Sirius asked with amusement. "That is your color, darling" we winked.

"Thanks, babe"

"I didn't know you knew about makeup, Prongs" Peter commented, as he played with his food.

"Oh I love trying new lipsticks, their color, their taste, especially if they come from Lily" James winked and hit Sirius's palm, but then whined in pain as Lily kicked his leg under the table.

There were some giggles after that.

"Okay, fine" Lily snapped "I kissed my boyfriend. I don't see there is anything wrong with that" she shrugged at the end.

"You snogged his face more like" Marlene whispered with a smile.

"Of course there is nothing wrong with that" Mary smiled widely.

"Absolutely nothing" James added.

"You should go wild, Lily."

"Mary!" Lily blushed

"Please, go wild" James agreed.

"You deserve it"

"And it benefits me"

Lily gave her boyfriend a nasty look but he just smiled "I love your smooches, baby" he said in a silly voice, making Lily smile. And pushing his face away.

"Shut up, you wanker" Lily rolled her eyes, though she was happy. James was happy too as he put his arm around her "Why don't we eat this delicious dinner, eh? Yum, is that meat pie?"

Remus liked the way James and Lily fitted so well together. He had seen how much James had pinned for Lily. He had heard how he thought Lily was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. But how he was sure she wouldn't feel the same. And Remus had seen how Lily slowly fell for him. How she was unsure about her feelings but she couldn’t deny them at the end. How she used to stare at James wondering if he still felt the same. They looked so happy now. Remus was happy for his two best friends.

"Are you still hungry, Lils? I mean after eating James's face, you must be full" Remus heard his friends laughing as he sipped his juice and that made him smile.

"Nice one, Moony" Sirius hit his palm, between fits of laughter.

"And you call yourself my friend, Lupin" Lily tutted, while Remus blew her a kiss.

#I LOVE JILY WITH MY LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA #I saw this picture and thought of them #marauders #maraudersera #jamespotter #lily evans #jily #james x lily #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald

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dprgod · 8 months

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Drabble #2: Different.

Pairing: nonidol!felix x fem!reader

Content: smut shot, unprotected sex, breeding, fluff(?

Notes: hope y'all enjoy it😁👍🏻

Since your teenhood you and all your friends thought you'll never change your disgusting taste in man, always falling for the bad boys, always dropped with your heart on the floor, that's why you decided not to date until you fixed this little big problem of yours.

You met Felix because of his stubborn ass, lately you've been taking yourself to this little dates visiting calm not very known restaurants, he saw you once on a brunch and lost his opportunity to talk to you, he cleared land, seas and the sky to find you again. At first you found creepy everything he did to know you, but you gave him a chance.

Felix was different to all the guys you've dated before, Felix is pretty, he's gentle, he cares about you, he's passionate, he's not afraid to show his feelings, certainly something new for your heart. He made you love again, there you were, always babying him, loving the skin ship and pure kisses, but something was missing.

"What's missing for you? The guy gives you everything you ever asked for" Chris said frustrated, your best friend was the no. 1 fan of your relationship, sometimes you think that if you break up he'd change you for Felix, you ain't blaming Chris.

"I don't think I can talk bout this with you, Chris, you're a man"

"Eyo, I'm your friend, if it's something sexual I can even give you advice" it felt wrong, but you needed to vent this to someone as quick as possible."He's too vainilla, I love him but yk, I wish he would bend me over and rail me"

"Okay, that's a lil too much for my ears you freak" he said with his infamous red ears, you laugh. He smiled creating a plan on his mind.

Days passed and you tried to forget that small issue, Felix invited you over to make pumpkin pie and watch movies, perfect date for the fall but he was weird today, nothing you couldn't ignore. Low lights, cinnamon and pumpkin candles, his sofa was full of blankets and pillows, he was sweet as per usual, you two changed into pijamas and baked a delicious pie, the time was around 12:34 am and you were cleaning the counter top while Felix was decorating the pie.

You felt something someone behind you, hugging your waist, leaving kissed on your nape and roaming hands on hips and stomach, not mentioning the boner on your back. This wasn't your boyfriend, it felt distinct, it felt stronger and sexier.

"Felix?" you sight to his touch.

"Sssh baby, let me take care of your wishes" his hands made room to your clothed center, ghosting his fingers in your clit and folds making you whine, trying to get out of his lock to touch him but it was impossible, when did he get so strong?

He took your breast and kneaded them like a baker for a living, you could feel your legs getting weaker. "I'm gonna take you right here and you'll like it, okay sweetheart?" he was expecting an answer, foolish Felix, he turned your face around, your deer eyes full with excitement and lust made him twich in his pants, definitely he should do this more often "please Felix, I'll love it".

He pulled both of your fluffy pijamas, you moaned cuz of the mix cold breeze and juices in your pussy, he bend you over on the counter and caressed your back slowly making you impatient. "Lixie please, put it in already" you pleaded, and he smacked you ass. "I'm giving it the way I want, don't be a brat now" he teased your entrance to make you suffer a little, but he couldn't even hold it like this, he you bottomed out in one go making both of you moan out loud. Exactly what you wanted, pain and pleasure.

He trusted slow but strong making you a mess "That's what you wanted, hmhm? Me fucking you dumb, baby?" he groaned, you couldn't even think at this point "You could've ask sweetheart" he said going faster, your pussy vibrated around him, the effect of his newly dominance and deep voice was messing with your brains.

Hitting the right places you were trying to hold onto anything close to you, the known sensation of a knot on your stomach was coming closer, Felix knew because of your clenching around his cock, he kept his pace and moaned close to your ear, he knew how his voice made you a total slut. "Felix! Felix! I'm cummin" you moaned, he smiled hitting in you and letting himself go too, cumming inside of you, riding both of your orgasms.

You panted with your face smacked on the counter, trying to process the juices spiling out of you and how did he knew about this fantasy. He started giving you back kisses, giving you comfort "How about a hot shower and movies, babygirl?" you slowly turned around with help, his face full of freckles was too cute to know he fucked you a couple minutes ago.

Almost on the verge of falling asleep on his arms you needed to know how he full filled your fantasy out of nowhere "A little bird told me, and I'll do anything for you" he said and gave you a kiss on your forehead, your eyes felt heavy on his embrace, your last thoughts were love, comfort and a self note to thank your big nose bird friend.

#stray kids #felix #lee felix #felix smut #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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"Have you ever thought about children ?" huh 🌚 that was a lil freaky of you gojo but honestly i feel like reader doesn't necessarily dislike kids ( except the bratty n disrespectful ones ) and she wouldn't mind having them either even tho she's not very enthusiastic about having kids but author-chan we deserve a smut continuation of this you can't just leave us or gojo being needy af hanging like that 🥺

I don't love him, but I want to be with him 4

A/n: I wrote this yesterday, but I want to go sleep, sorry. Don't be angry if you wait for this long.

Words: over 2k

Warnings: smut (masturbation, sex toys, porn watching, breeding)

"Have you ever thought about children?"

Yes…

You started thinking about it…

He is your husband after all…

Even if the baby might be the result of love or chance, you thought about it.

So the fact that you will have children will not be a coincidence.

Because you already thought about it…

And it is also not possible that your children, if you ever have them, will be the result of your love.

You don't love him…

You're happy with him, but you don't love him…

Even if he said he fell in love with you…

You still have the feeling that one day your happiness with him may end…

So all you thought about was that if you had a family with him, maybe your happiness would last a lot longer.

If he asked about children, maybe you have a chance that when you have a child with him, you can smile a lot longer.

You don't want him to replace you. That's why you're desperate not to be lonely. You liked him and life with him. And even though it's the mafia, you liked his behavior which is more childish…

If you had had a child with him, you would have had him as your husband for much longer…

As you walked down the sidewalk with your small shopping bag, you looked around.

And it happened everything that often happens in movies or books…

You turned your head to see a baby shop…

Out of curiosity, you went inside.

Maybe you can convince yourself of this…

You saw a few people inside.

Pregnant woman with a man browsing strollers and cots.

And also another couple, but already with a pram who are looking at baby clothes.

You went in there with no baby either in the stroller or inside you.

You've seen those tiny clothes and stuff. It looked lovely.

Maybe a baby would be a good idea after all…

You don't have to worry about whether you can live. Satoru runs a powerful mafia. His money is so much that you could have it all.

You will also get support from Him… All you would have to do is go to bed with him (even though you do it anyway, sometimes more and sometimes less).

In order for you to have a child, all you have to do is get pregnant.

And you don't have to worry about anything.

Looking at the things in the store for a while, you left and headed home. Ijichi took you where you wanted.

You wanted to talk to Satoru…

You want to have a child to make your happiness last much longer…

You adjusted your skirt as you got out of the black car. Standing on the sidewalk in the square in front of the house, you thanked him and went home.

You didn't have to open the heavy front door with a key, which means Satoru is home.

Maybe he had some house meeting or something.

He would often come home early if he had such matters.

Maybe now too?

Especially since you know he had to go somewhere today. You don't know exactly where, but it was probably important anyway.

Most likely something related to your father and brother's company.

You silently walked into the kitchen, which is connected by a walkway to the dining room, and placed your bag on the kitchen island.

You wanted to surprise Satoru, and you bought something for him.

You couldn't get crepe to take it to the car and not get anything dirty, so you bought him a custard pie.

Your husband will eat anything.

At the sight of what looks delicious, he always drools.

You put a plastic box on the counter, and thought any noise would lure it in. At least that's what you hoped.

But he didn't show up.

And since there was no one in the living room, maybe he had gone to sleep?

Or takes a shower.

You walked quietly to your bedroom.

He wasn't there.

The bed was made.

That was weird…

Since he wasn't at the fridge or in the living room, his ass should be in the bedroom and sleeping.

Yeah… Your husband is like a cat…

The last place he could have visited was the bathroom.

Or he went down to the basement where like everyone who's rich there's a pool table…

Even if he doesn't play often, he will go there with Suguru sometimes. When they're bored.

Since they don't go to clubs, he's become a homebody.

So Geto began to be glad that he didn't have to follow him and watch women running around them…

They are both homeowners.

You shuffled your house flip flops to the bathroom.

You listened, and you didn't hear the water running from the shower.

And also when you grabbed the handle, the door was open.

You knocked briefly. You hoped he'd answer, if he's there…

He might as well be sitting on the toilet…

No response.

So maybe he wasn't there.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking around the large bathroom.

Her eyes widened at what you saw in the shower.

You walked closer and opened the glass door, which steamed slightly. Even though there was no hot water coming from the ceiling. There was no water at all.

It was steaming from his breath.

Eyes directed forward, slightly narrowed. As he stared at a small black screen that could be attached to the wall with suction cups.

Wireless headphones in his ears.

Mouth open, sweat running down his face. Wet white hair, combed back.

Even if you were standing there, he didn't notice you. He continued what he was doing.

You looked at the screen on the glass pane.

He was watching porn while masturbating…

And not just any porn…

This is something that any rich man who is a pervert and has nothing to do with money would do.

This is a recording from your bedroom when he fucked you…

Didn't even know there were cameras…

The image was close, and you wondered how much professional cameras that would record in such high resolution must have cost. Still close.

He was really bored and set up cameras in the house to have porn videos of you guys fucking.

You noticed another video was playing.

Wondering how much he has…

You heard him moan as he closed his eyes.

You looked at his sweaty body.

His right hand clenched into a fist while his left was placed on the toy between his legs.

His thumb clicked some button on it as he moaned again.

Who would have thought your husband would watch porn and put his cock in a toy that spins around his length and sucks him.

You don't mind him because he's literally watching you fuck.

Looking at this scene in front of you, here you felt yourself starting to get wet.

Hearing his next moans, you saw his back arch slightly and his muscles begin to tremble slightly.

You knew he was coming soon.

Your eyes widened as you heard him say your name.

You walked over to him and suddenly pulled one earphone out of his ear.

He opened his eyes and looked in your direction.

His eyes widened as he turned off the toy quickly, but for me to cover his hard cock with something, he left it inside.

He was panting with a slight blush, and his thigh muscles sometimes quivered as he began to speak.

"(y/n-n)… W-what are you doing here? How long have you been home?" He asked.

"I just got back. I was looking for you. I didn't expect that when I enter the bathroom, I will see a toy sucking your dick. Am I supposed to be jelaous?" You asked ironically.

"…" he turned his head.

He was a bit ashamed.

But the thought of you catching him turned him on a bit…

"I can't see that as a bad thing since you're watching porn with us…" you muttered crossing your arms over your chest.

You tried to ignore the feeling of wetness between your legs.

"How many of these videos do you have?"

"… well…Enough to spend a lot of time masturbating…" he laughed.

"Do you record all our sex?"

"Nope… I set up the cam two weeks ago…" The smile remained on his face. "I'm sorry… But I really want to cum…"

"Are those my panties?" You asked pointing to the underwear lying on the floor next to his leg…

"Yup."

Suddenly you saw his thumb pressing a button on the toy, and the center began to slowly swirl around its shaft.

"I wanted to shoot it with cum…" he laughed biting his lip. "Don't be angry okay? I would never betray you… And if you like to watch me masturbate… Haah… I won't stop my wife from doing it…"

You took off your slippers and stepped into the shower, reaching for your underwear.

You took it away, making him grunt that sounded like he was asking "why?".

Suddenly you grabbed a toy on his cock and clicked the same button as him. Turning off the toy.

He let out a dissatisfied moan, but only because he wanted to come already. You could have done it. He's frustrated, but he's not pissed at you for it.

"(y/n)… I want to cum…" he purred looking at you with puppy eyes. For you to just turn on the toy and let him come.

It was more of a joke because he won't beg. Even though he wants to cum, he thought there was a chance that you would find him cute and let the toy milk his cock.

Contrary to his plan, you pulled his hard, throbbing cock from inside and put the toy on the bench next to you.

(Hell yeah, he has a comfy bench in the shower where he can sit with those long legs)

He looked at you questioningly, and suddenly you took your panties off, sitting on his lap.

You grabbed its base, directing the quivering tip into your hole.

The moisture that covered his entire length through lube and your wetness allowed him to slide inside with a wet sound.

You pulled it out for a moment to adjust yourself, and collapsed on top of it again, biting your lip as it filled you.

You sat fully on top of him and rocked your hips a few times.

"Fuck yeah… Your pussy is so much better than any toy…" he cursed as he pushed his hips towards yours, as his sensitive cock was surrounded by hot, soft walls that sucked him in.

You jumped on top of him a few times with little grunts as your hand began to massage his balls.

Until suddenly you felt the heat melting inside of you.

"Aaaaaah…." he moaned long, keeping your hips on him. "Yeah… I'll buy you a pill, okay?"

He closed his eyes, feeling his cum swim around his cock between your tight walls.

"You don't have to."

"Huh?"

He looked at you questioningly.

"You don't have to buy me pills. What happens, it will happens…"

"So you want to be pregnant?"

"I can be… I wouldn't mind… To finally have a child with you…" You turned your head to the side.

"Fine~." he grunted happily, and suddenly pulled you off his cock.

As you stood next to him, you grabbed your panties that were lying next to you.

And he suddenly grabbed your skirt and pulled it down, completely off your legs.

He also grabbed your top clothes and underwear, and within minutes you were standing in front of him, naked.

You were pulled onto his lap, this time with your back to his chest.

"Wha-?"

"It may not be long, but I can fuck you. If I can pack my sperm inside you, I want to do it at least one more time." He said pressing his tip into you again. You know he's about to be fully hard again. "Also, this week's video of me fucking my cum in your pussy started."

He turned off his headphones and put it down, turning up the volume.

The first thing you heard was moans.

You looked at the screen blushing to see the full picture of your body with your pussy covered in cum from top to bottom.

So that's why he put the blindfold on you at that moment…

So you don't see him walking around with a cam…

As you watched as the camera lowered to direct the footage between your legs, you felt his entire length twitch inside you.

You saw on the screen how his tip enters your filled hole and starts fucking you.

There were grunts and moans throughout the bathroom, as well as the sound of wet skin slapping against skin, in the recording.

It wasn't long before the live sounds joined in as his hips began to hit you fast.

His fingers found their way to your clitoris, and you felt your fluids drain out of you, soaking your entire ass.

Your thighs trembled as he tightened on his post-orgasmic length. As your body trembled against him, he began to fill you with cum again.

Until suddenly he grabbed his base, and he pulled himself out of you.

He lifted your hips quickly, and using his cum on your skin, pushed the tip into your ass, allowing himself to listen to your surprised moans. Especially when your ass was filled with hot liquid that spread over every inch of your insides.

Rubbing the tip of it against your thigh, he headed inside you, preventing his seed from getting out of your vagina.

When he panted on his chest, you don't focus on the screen in front of you.

You focused more on his hand that was placed on your lower abdomen as he spoke.

"My baby will be here soon ~."

#jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo smut #geto #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader smut

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random-writer-23 · 1 year

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Icy Encounter (Kristoff x reader)

Summary: reader owns a flower shop in the middle of Arendelles town square, one day she meets Kristoff and Sven who are in town with an ice delivery, resulting in an icy encounter.

Word count: 7,049

Warnings: Sleigh crash, other than that pure fluff.

A/n: I may have not written Kristoff's characters completely accurately, but I wanted to lean more into Frozen 2 Kristoff's personality where he's just a Lil guy whos all nervous and blushy and stuff, and not his frozen 1 personality where he's really off-putting to the people he meets for the first time. I'll def write that Kristoff personality in the future tho cause much love for my boy. This also didn't turn out exactly the way that I'd planned it, but I like how it turned out for the most part. I might go back and edit it in the future but it's alright for now. Anyway as usual all likes follows, reblogs, and comments are appreciated.

Also I am looking for beta readers to read my writing before I publish them, so if that's something you'd be interested in please checkout the pinned post on my profile.

I huffed pulling the rope that opens the window to my small flower stand in the middle of Arendelles plaza. Clipping the rope to the window frame when I got the window open I propped the door open and started unpacking the flowers I was going to sell that day. Arranging them in gorgeous bouquets and placing them in the buckets of water out front. Putting the leftover flowers in buckets so people could make their own bouquets, more personalized for their loved ones. I hummed a little tune as I set everything up. Giving a glance up to the sky, it was a clear day, perfect for selling. The warm air and sunny skies would drive people to the plaza stalls for merchants to sell their wares. I liked to get to my stall earlier than most of the other merchants just so I can get set up well before the market time rush. I tied bows onto a couple more bouquets before putting them on the shelves. I took a step back from my stand and smiled, perfect, as usual. I looked around the market square to see other merchants setting up their stands. I walked past their stalls looking at what was for sale, to see what I could get my hands on before the afternoon rush, making small talk with the merchants I knew.

"good morning holly" I waved passing by her bakery stand, as she placed a fresh pie next to her money box.

"good morning (y/n)!" She smiled waving me over. I backtracked my steps and walked up to her stall window. She wiped her hands on her apron quickly and disappeared to her cart before reappearing with a couple of blueberry muffins, which she placed in a bag for me.

"Oh thank you holly" my face lit up as she gave me the bag, "I did forget to eat breakfast this morning, so I really appreciate these" I pulled one out of the bag and took a bite.

"I figured you forgot to eat this morning" She laughed, "always up so early but you never take care of yourself"

"I know! I'm terribleee" I chittered spinning around, "these are delicious Holly thank you!!! Come by my flower stand and I'll give you a nice bouquet on the house!" I said over my shoulder as I walked away from her stall.

"Sounds good!" she yells back. I kept walking past the other stalls until I got to the docks at the end of the market square. Looking down I saw Harold one of the best fishermen in Arendelle, pulling his catch out of his boat and onto the dock.

"good morning Harold" I skipped over to his boat happily, and he looked up at me, his frown turning into a wide smile.

"Oh hello (y/n)!" His toothy grin spread across his face.

"need some help?" I asked and he nodded. At his nod, I walked down to his level and helped him carry his bag of fish up to his stall.

"wheres your usual help?" I asked him watching him cut the net and pull a fish out.

"oh, Stephan? his whole family's sick." He replied examining the fish he had in his hand before putting it in a bucket of water. He was dividing the fish up by type.

"Oh, that's horrible." I placed my hand over my chest and decided right then that I would make a big batch of soup to take to his family. I watched Harold debone some of the fish, and prepare them all in different ways. Before throwing them into the right bucket. Once one of his buckets was full I picked it up and walked to the front of his stall to place them on display. I noticed he hadn't received his Ice delivery yet, which was crucial to keep his fish cold enough to sell to people. I continued putting his fish out on display at the front of his stall.

"hey, Harold when does your ice delivery get here?" I asked, but never heard his response as my attention turned toward the screams and shouts coming from the other end of the market, where an out-of-control sleigh was hurtling towards the market.

"Watch out! move! go move! get out of the way!" The man in the driver's seat yelled waving his hands wildly as people scattered out of the way. I finally turned my attention from the sleigh to the direction he was going and to my horror he was spinning out of control right towards my flower shop. As if in slow motion, he got closer to my stall and I dropped the fish from my hands and ran toward my stall. The sleigh was pulled by a very frightened reindeer whose legs were scrambling in a futile effort to try and stop the sleigh before it crashed. I wouldn't make it in time, I closed my eyes as the sleigh made contact with my poor stall. And the crack of wood and breaking ice from the collision echoed around the market square. When I opened my eyes, I teared up a little at the sight of my poor stall. Broken flower stems lay scattered about the area, stray petals still falling through the air. I heard the groan of a man and the whine of a reindeer as broken piles of wood shifted with movement. A hand came out of the pile followed by a mop of sandy blond hair. Another groan of pain from the man as he pushed the wood off him and his companion. They emerged from the rubble and looked at my broken stall. Seemingly not having noticed me yet.

"My stall" I whimpered, not angry, just sad, my eyes filling with tears, as I sniffled. My sniffle got the attention of the man and his companion and they turned around slowly, the guilt on their face plenty evident.

"I'm so sorry miss..." the man trailed off not knowing my name. I sniffled again before introducing myself.

"(y/n)" I mumbled walking past the stranger and his animal to my stall. I picked up stray flowers off the floor.

"(y/n) right, well I am so so so sorry," the man said mindlessly moving his arms around and walking around to pick up scattered pieces of wood. His footsteps crunching on the ice on the floor. "Sven and I are so sorry, we'll we'll fix this" He rambled on, I didn't pay much attention to his words as I wiped tears from my eyes, and turned to face the man with a small smile on my face. I hated crying in public places, so I quickly changed the topic off my broken stall.

"Sven?" I questioned, wiping my nose with a handkerchief I found in my apron pocket, I finally looked the stranger in the eye he was kind of handsome I noticed, with sandy blond hair, accompanied by broad shoulders and huge arms.

"Yeah... uh Sven" He gestured to the reindeer cowering behind him, and I forgot my worries about my broken stall, and my thoughts about how handsome the stranger is my attention focused solely on the poor animal.

"Well aren't you the cutest thing" I cooed waving at him as he looked at the man for reassurance and then looked back at me and hopped over to me happily after realizing I wasn't upset with him. I reached my hand out to let him smell it, and he licked my hand, wagging his tail.

"Yeah, he was going too fast, and couldn't stop in time" The man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, watching me pet Sven.

"oh well I couldn't stay mad at you" I laughed petting Sven's head and scratching him behind his ears. "you were probably so scared weren't you buddy?" I asked lifting his head with both hands and kissing him right on the nose. He stomped his foot and wiggled his tail, nodding. "you poor thing" I kept petting Sven, and I was in a much better mood after petting Sven, despite my shop stall being in shambles. "I never got your name" I turned to the stranger, briefly stopping my scratches on Svens ears, which was met with a hoof scratching my leg and a small whine of protest. I smiled at Kristoff and his face reddened.

"oh yeah I-I'm Kri-Kristoff" He stuttered a look of surprise crossing his face for a second before he composed himself.

"I'd say it's nice to meet you but y'know" I laugh gesturing to my broken stall.

"yeah. don't worry, uh Sven and I will fix it. promise" He crossed his fingers over his heart, "and we guarantee it'll be better than before, right Sven?" He looked at his reindeer pal and bent down holding Svens head in his hand. "right Kristoff" he said making his voice sound funny.

"Thank you, Sven" I gave him a quick curtsy and laughed alongside Kristoff.

"Well, Sven let's get to work" Kristoff winked at me, rolling up his sleeves as Sven pushed me away from my broken stall with his antlers.

--Time skip to the next morning--

"Alright keep your eyes closed!" Kristoff announced from ahead of me, as I was pushed forward by Sven's antlers.

"They're closed, they're closed!" I laughed walking forward at Sven's nudges, keeping my hands over my eyes, feeling excitement bubbling up in my stomach.

"Alright Sven stop pushing her," Kristoff said standing right next to me and I felt Sven's antlers leave my back. I heard Kristoff step behind me and felt him grab my wrists with his hands, heat radiating off them. "You ready?" He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice, I nodded finding my words to fail me in my excitement. "alright then, open them" He pulled my hands away from my face and I opened my eyes. I immediately teared up at the sight of my new market stall.

"Oh, it's wonderful" I whispered breathlessly, blinking back the tears. The stall looked similar to my old one except this one was much bigger, and had a backroom area. They had even built a sign on top of the stall to draw people's attention.

"Do you like it?" Kristoff asked hesitantly coming to stand next to me, judging my reaction carefully.

"I love it, thank you!" I squealed throwing my arms around him and hugging him tightly. He let out a huge breath he'd been holding and hugged me back, I let him go pretty quickly realizing I had just thrown myself into the arms of someone I'd known for only a day. Even if he was handsome. Sven let out a loud bellow, and I turned to face him. "and thank you too Sven" I smiled and his tail wagged. He walked over to Kristoff and Kristoff pet him.

"well that's a relief, I'm sorry for crashing into it in the first place though" he mumbled sheepishly, avoiding my eyes after my surprise hug. "but uh hey you got a new stall out of it so!" He fell silent as we stared at each other for a little while before he caught himself staring and cleared his throat. "well Sven and I will be off now... we'll uh.. see you around?" he asked.

"yeah, you'll see me" I smiled.

"cool, cool, cool, alright well. let's go then Sven we'll leave her with her new stall." He started backing up still facing me and backed into a trashcan with a loud thunk. I giggled hiding it behind my hand. "who put that there" He murmured face going red, he looked back up at me waved quickly, and then spun around retreating into the distance with Sven. I giggled to myself turning back around to look at my new stall. My heart fluttering slightly at the thought of him building this just for me.

-Time skip a couple days later-

Kristoff and Sven definitely made good on their promise they rebuilt my stall even better than before and expanded it so I had more display shelves and even more room in the back for storage. Made it big enough for me to fit a table and chair in, and a stool behind the register counter. It was perfect, so good that it made me sort of glad they broke it in the first place. I would miss my old stall though, but my new stall stands out in the market. I hung some streamers from the stall overhang decorating my stall to attract more customers. After setting up the decorations I unloaded my cart of flowers and started to make the bouquets I'd sell to customers. I finished one of my rainbow tulip arrangements and walked to my table picking up the other bouquets I just made. Taking one last glance at them to make sure they were perfect I took them out to the front of my stall to put them in the buckets of water I have outside. I put them in the water and took a step back from my stall to admire it. All I had to do was put a few more flowers out on display and then it'd be perfect. I ran back to the backroom and arranged a couple more bouquets before deciding to just put the rest of the flowers out for people to make their own arrangements. After a few more minutes of putting single-type flowers in different containers, my display was finally all set up. I put all my leftover flowers in a bucket in the back and then got behind the counter to count the money in my register before my shop opened for the afternoon rush. I was in the middle of counting the coins in my register when I heard the scraping of a sleigh against cobblestone and turned my head to face the sound. Breaking out into a smile when I saw who it was.

"Kristoff! Sven!" I shouted waving the two of them over, I watched Kristoff smile and direct Sven over to where I am. "I saved you guys a spot next to me!" I beamed walking out from behind the counter to give Sven a couple of scratches behind his ears.

"Oh, thanks!" Kristoff smiled looking over the empty area between my stall and the next. I followed behind Kristoff's sleigh as he moved it in between the stalls. I helped Kristoff unhook Sven from his harness and Sven followed me over to my stand I scratched behind his ears a bit more before picking a singular flower from my buckets and tucking it behind my ear, then I picked another flower of the same type and split the stem wrapping it around one of Sven's antlers.

"Now we're matching" I laughed as even spun around in a couple of circles, "I'm guessing you like it" Sven nuzzled his nose into my hand his tail wagging, and I looked back at Kristoff to see what he was doing, only to find him already staring at me with a goofy grin on his face. Scrambling to look away once I noticed him staring. "Don't you have some ice to deliver?"

"yeah, I do, I better uh get going to uh deliver that uh um..." he trailed off.

"...ice" I finished for him

"yeah yeah, C'mon Sven" Sven shook his head in protest and sat down next to me stubbornly, I laughed and pet his head. "traitor" Kristoff mumbled furrowing his eyebrows.

"haha, it's alright he can stay with me" I pet Sven between the antlers and his tail started wagging. "If you don't mind of course" I quickly added.

"yeah yeah no I don't mind" he replied "I can just deliver the ice myself," he said trying to be nonchalant but failing. "don't you worry about it" He grunted slinging a large block of ice over his shoulder to carry to his first customer of the day. Sven and I watched him leave before looking at each other.

"Now just because I let you stay with me doesn't mean you get out of doing work" I smiled walking back to my store and he bleated mournfully following behind me.

--Time skip a couple hours--

By the time Kristoff finished delivering his whole sleigh of ice the afternoon rush was just beginning, and I put Sven to good use, when the children came up to my stall to pet him (free of charge of course) I allowed them to pick a flower for just a couple cents, and Sven allowed them to decorate his Antlers. By the afternoon so many of the children came up to buy flowers from us, that I had to weave them into his fur. By the time Kristoff came back, Sven was completely covered, and he seemed happy about it with the way he pranced up to Kristoff when he saw him and gave him a pretty little spin to show off his new look.

"wow look at you Sven" Kristoff laughed and Sven spun again.

"The kids helped me decorate him" I smiled, "oh that reminds me, here is half of the money he made," I said to Kristoff handing him a pouch halfway filled with coins.

"oh no I couldn't take this" he refused politely.

"it's not for you... it's for Sven" I laughed, "you can use it to buy him some carrots or something, but hurry up and take it I've got customers" I tossed the bag to Kristoff, and turned to address my customers, it was an old couple who always stopped buy at the end of their day at the market.

"Hello, Dorris, Hey Martin" I greeted them leaning on my counter, talking with them as I put together a bouquet made of the flowers they pointed out and picked. I made small talk with them waving briefly at Kristoff and Sven before they left.

--A couple days later--

It had to be the worst day of my life, it was valentines day one of the BIGGEST days of the year for a flower seller like myself, So naturally, I ordered at least two cases extra of every type of flower I usually sell just for today but it was just my luck that my shipment never got delivered. I couldn't open my stall with no flowers. I mean sure I have some leftovers from yesterday that I didn't sell but like, those are not nearly enough for a valentines day sale. I stood in front of my stall fanning my eyes so I didn't cry in public which would have been so utterly embarrassing.

"Hey (y/n)! How's it going!" The familiar voice of my now close friend Kristoff broke through my panicking, and I turned to face him obviously on the brink of tears.

"oh, Kristoff everything is awful!" I whined bringing my hands up to hide my tears, he quickly parked his sleigh next to my stall which had become his usual place and jumped off hurrying to my side.

"Why what's wrong? are you hurt? what happened?" He asked hurriedly giving me a small once-over to see if I was hurt.

"no no I'm fine" I sniffled "it's just that it's valentines day and-and it's my biggest day of the year for flower selling and m-my" my voice became wobbly as I tried to hold in my tears. He rubbed my back gently.

"It's okay, let it out" He comforted me, and I finally let my tears fall.

"My flower delivery was never delivered and I ordered tons extra today because it's the biggest selling day of the year!" I cried turning to him to cry into his chest. I heard Sven pawing angrily at the ground and whining mournfully.

"jeez, it's uh. It's gonna be okay. um, Sven shut up" He grumbled, obviously not knowing what to do.

"he probably wants to be let out of his harness" I sniffled backing out of Kristoff's warm embrace and moving over to Sven. I unclipped his harness and he walked towards Kristoff headbutting him playfully before walking back to me and nuzzling against me. "Oh, Sven what do I do! The boating docks are completely on the other side of the kingdom, and It'll take me multiple trips to transport all those flowers from the docks to here. By the time I'm done peak selling time will be over and I'll lose so much profit" I started spiraling, my brain jumping to all the worst-case scenarios it could.

"Okay okay calm down" Kristoff made his way over and started rubbing my back again. okay, what if Sven and I took you and your cart down to the Docks to pick up your shipment?" Kristoff suggested.

"Oh I couldn't ask you do to that for me you have to deliver your ice" I rejected his offer softly.

"no no I'm offering, we'll help you get your flowers and get back with enough time to spare for your rush hour." He insisted, and I smiled.

"I'd really appreciate that" I sniffled again tearing up more, my hands flying to cover my puffy eyes.

"alright perfect plan, Let's get Sven hooked up to your cart and we'll go get your flowers. How does that sound?" Kristoff asked softly, and I nodded silently. He gave Sven a look and cocked his head in the direction of my cart and Sven nuzzled my arm on his way past. "Now is there anything you need before we go?" he asked and I shook my head no. "alright let's get you up on the cart then" He backed away slightly grabbing my hand and helping me climb up onto the cart. I sat down and Dried my eyes feeling a little better now that Kristoff is helping me. I watched him hook Sven up to my cart and found myself smiling. He looked back at me after he hooked Sven up and I averted my gaze acting like I hadn't been staring. He climbed into my cart next to me. "ready to go" He asked nudging me with his shoulder.

"um, what?" I asked shaking my head to clear it.

"I asked if you were ready to go?" He repeated, giving me a crooked smile and a small chuckle.

"oh yeah yeah I am" I shifted away from him, being close to him made my heart race, and my stomach drop.

"Alright, Sven let's go, to the docks!" He said to Sven and Sven grunted his response and started walking quickly pulling my cart behind him. "We'll get to the docks and get your flowers in no time" He reassured me, I smiled at him.

"Thanks for doing this for me Kristoff" I smiled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"of course, it's no problem (y/n)" he answered giving a small snap of the reins to spur Sven on. He started to ramble about something else, but I wasn't listening. I know it's rude but I got distracted, he was just so pretty, and he was so sweet, making sure I was okay all the time, and taking me to pick up my delivery. Just being here next to him got my stomach all fluttery. I snuck a glance at his face, he was staring ahead steering the cart through the streets carefully. He turned towards me with a crooked smile on his face. After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and I watched his mouth move. He frowned, and he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"sorry, what were you saying?" I shook my head, feeling my face burn embarrassed at getting caught staring.

"I asked how long you'd owned your flower stall?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"oh sorry um, well I've owned it, for a while, it used to be my parent's stall, they gave it to me when they retired, so now I run it," I explained and he watched my face carefully while I did.

"That's nice, I've been in the ice business since I was a kid, with Sven." I started getting distracted again, he was so attentive, and my stomach was getting all filled with butterflies again. What was wrong with me, why was getting all giggly over this man? I'd barely known him for like a week. I can't fall in love with someone I just met, it's absurd. But Kristoff's just so sweet, not to mention how nice he looks, I mean not just his face although that's not bad looking. I shook my head clearing my thoughts and forcefully squishing the butterflies in my stomach. "we're almost there (y/n)" Kristoff announced regaining my attention, even though my attention had been on him the whole time.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed clapping my hands giddily. "we'll be back to my stall in no time" I squealed, momentarily forgetting all about my thoughts about Kristoff.

"and you'll be able to sell all the flowers you ordered!" Kristoff added giving me a side glance, I laughed. Kristoff turned the cart around a corner, and we watched the boats at the dock come into view. Kristoff spurred Sven on and we pulled up to the docks, where men were unloading crates off all the different boats. Kristoff gave a tug on Sven's reins and we came to a stop. Kristoff hopped off my cart and held out his hand to help me down. I smiled, scooted along the seat of my cart to the side he was on, and took his hand climbing down.

"Thank you," I. said, stepping onto the ground.

"Now where's your delivery guy?" Kristoff asked looking around the port. I took a glance around the port as well, trying to find out where the girl who usually delivers my flowers is. I spotted her unloading some crates and tugged on Kristoff's arm to get his attention. He turned his attention back to me and I pointed her out.

"that's her over there" I started walking towards her, and Kristoff followed closely behind me as I approached my very frazzled-looking deliverer. "Lilly, what happened? It's valentines day and I never got my delivery this morning?" I asked the slight upset that I felt this morning slipping into my voice. She turned to face us and a look of relief washed over her face.

"Oh (y/n) thank goodness your here! My morning has been horrible! My usual help called out sick so I've had to unpack all these boxes by myself, and my cart broke this morning so I couldn't even deliver my deliveries either, I've been trying to find a new cart to use all day!" She panicked, placing her hand over her heart and breathing heavily. All the upset I had felt a few seconds ago drained from my body.

"Oh Lilly, you poor thing!" I comforted her giving her a hug, and I felt her shoulders shake in my hold. I backed up after a moment, and looked at her. "well my uh... friend Kristoff and I have a cart here, we can help you with the deliveries if you need us to." I took a quick glance at Kristoff who nodded his head in agreement.

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that, you have to sell these flowers to your customers," She said refusing our offer. "although if you're so insistent on helping, on your way back to the market can you deliver this letter from me to my customers who didn't get their deliveries explaining what happened," She asked me and I gave a quick glance at Kristoff who nodded his head.

"I've got time" He smiled, and I laughed.

"Oh thank you thank you!" Lilly squealed clapping her hands. "Oh yeah and here are your crates" She gestured to a group of crates and walked over to them, lifting the lid off one of them. I took a glance inside and saw buckets full of flowers and water inside.

"Perfect! Just what I ordered" I smiled and she closed the crate again.

"I'll just load them onto your cart then," Kristoff said grabbing the first crate, whistling for Sven to bring the cart closer. Once he was out of earshot Lilly whispered to me.

"he's cute, are you two together?" She said nudging me with her elbow, and I smacked her arm lightly.

"Oh stop it! No, we're not together" I mumbled feeling my face heat up, and she gave me a disbelieving glance.

"so you guys are just friends?" She asked, her tone accusing me of lying.

"Yes! we're just friends now hush he's coming back!" I mumbled as Kristoff walked back into earshot, picking up another crate and walking away to put it on my cart.

"Okay well, do you like him at least?" She asked and we both looked at him while his back was turned.

"I don't, like him we're friends!" I insisted and she nodded holding her hands in the air in surrender.

"fine, fine I believe. you" She said, turning away to write the letters Kristoff and I were to deliver to her other customers. Kristoff came back over to get the last two crates and gave me a look.

"What was that about?" he asked and my face flamed red.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all" I mumbled my voice getting all squeaky, Kristoff glanced at me really quick, gave a shrug of his shoulders, and lifted the last two crates carrying them over to the cart. He put them on the cart and turned back to me giving me a large thumbs up, walking back to me, he stood next to me while we waited for Lilly to finish writing the letters.

"Alright so the addresses are written on each envelope, you just have to deliver them, and tell them they're from Lilly." Kristoff and I nodded and I took the letters from her. "thank you guys so much for doing this for me, I really appreciate it. I owe you big time" I gave her a big hug, squeezing her tight

"no worries Lilly, anytime" I let her go and she gave Kristoff an awkward handshake, and we walked to my cart. Kristoff held his hand out to help me up and my face flushed as I took it, he helped me climb up on the cart. I took my seat and glanced back at Lilly who gave me a knowing look, as Kristoff took his seat beside me. I groaned waving her off and dropped my head into my hands.

"hey, everything alright?" Kristoff asked, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

"yeah everything's fine" I mumbled, putting a smile on my face.

"Alright let's just go deliver these, and then get back to your stall so we can set up in time for the rush." Kristoff gave a flick of Sven's reins which signaled Sven to start walking.

--Time skip--

We finally finished delivering the notes Lilly gave us and Sven pulled up next to my market stall. Sven stopped the cart, and Kristoff got out, once again holding his hand out to help me down. I smiled and took it, hopping down off my cart I walked over to open up my stand window. Kristoff started unloading the crates and as he did I put the buckets out on display to show off the flowers. Once I put all the flowers out on display I took the extra to the backroom and started working on my valentines day bouquets. Kristoff unhooked Sven from his harness and then came to the backroom with me.

"Anything I can help you with (y/n)?" He asked scratching the back of his neck, nervously.

"well all I have to do now is make my custom bouquets," I told him arranging some flowers in the bouquets and wrapping them with plastic and a pretty bow.

"Alright, how do I arrange them?" He asked rolling up his sleeves. I turned to him with wide eyes, and my stare drifted to his forearms, I averted my gaze quickly back to his face.

"You want to help?" I looked at him confused, and Sven poked his head through the door and moaned as if agreeing with me.

"Yeah, why not" He shrugged picking up a rose by its stem. I smiled and started explaining the flower code to him and how to arrange an appealing bouquet. Soon we had arranged a bunch of bouquets and Kristoff helped me set them out on my display shelves. And the second we put the last bouquet in a bucket the market flooded with shoppers, many of them making their way to my stall to buy their lovers flowers.

--Time skip to end of the day--

"Thanks for all your help today Kristoff" I mumbled handing change to my customer, sighing as I sold my last bouquet. I gave a long sigh, and Kristoff echoed my relief at the end of the day.

"It was my pleasure trust me, I'm always happy to help" He assured me and we walked out of my stall to stand next to Sven who was laying down next to my stall. He stood up at our approach and licked Kristoff's face before nudging me with his antlers gently, I pet between his ears and he wagged his tail. I turned to Kristoff.

"I really do appreciate all your help" I smiled leaning in to give him a hug. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me enveloping me in a tight hug. Boy was he strong, I mean I knew he had to be in shape cause of how big his arms were, and the fact he delivered ice for a living, but this hug was bone-crushing. I found myself leaning in to lay my head on his shoulder. He smelled nice, like leather and the forest, very earthy scents. I finally came to my senses, and lifted my head off his shoulder quickly, backing up out of the hug quickly, and looking at my feet. I looked at Kristoff for a split second before looking back down at my feet.

"Well I should start closing up shop" I mumbled wringing my hands.

"oh yeah yeah, you gotta get home haha" he replied and we drifted into a tense silence. Sven huffed after a minute and spurred Kristoff into action. "alright well I have to feed this guy" he patted Sven's side with a loud thunk, and I smiled.

"see you tomorrow?" I asked taking a couple of steps back from him and Sven.

"yeah see you tomorrow!" he replied his face brightened, and he and Sven walked away, I waved them off, with a sigh. I turned back to my stall, thinking about what Lilly said earlier. Then I thought about Kristoff, how he gave me butterflies and made me nervous, and was so kind, and funny too, and he smelled so good. A giggle slipped from me at the thought of him, and my eyes widened at the realization that Lilly was right. I groaned and let my head hit the wall of my stall.

I was in love with Kristoff.

--Time skip a couple days--

After the revelation that I liked Kristoff, I didn't know how to act around him. Every time he'd come around with Sven to visit me at my stall, I'd give Sven a carrot from under the counter, and then avoid Kristoff's gaze as I tried to busy myself with unimportant tasks, so I didn't have to think about him.

"knock, knock" I heard the familiar voice of Kristoff, and I tensed up. Taking a deep breath I turned around to face him, with an easygoing smile on my face.

"Well hello there boys" I smiled leaning on my counter 'act casual act casual' I thought. My heart started beating faster when Kristoff gave me his goofy crooked grin. I smiled reaching under my counter and pulling out one of the carrots I've started keeping down there for Sven. He stood up on his hind legs putting his front hooves on my counter and took the Carrot from my hand. Climbing back down he looked at Kristoff smugly and sat down to eat his carrot. I finally looked back at Kristoff.

"what can I do for you?" I asked smiling giving Kristoff my full attention and trying not to get distracted.

"Well, so, okay well, so here's the thing" he started stumbling over his words and Sven rolled his eyes next to him.

"go on" I pushed gently, and Kristoff nodded clearing his throat.

"So you see, there's this girl I like, and uh I wanted to ask her to dinner with some uh flowers, an I uh thought well who better to get flowers from, than from the best flower shop in Arendelle" He laughed rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I felt my heart drop down to my stomach, he liked another girl, and my smile dropped into a frown. But I took a deep breath and plastered the biggest smile I could on my face.

"alright well, I'll see if she's available" I paused for a moment "she's available" I laughed, "now what kind of flowers were you thinking?" I asked

"I have no clue, that's why I came to you" He chuckled.

"alright let's see, well I have some default romantic bouquets with roses and the like, or you can create your own bouquet with flowers you pick yourself," I explained.

"yeah let's do that," He said.

"Okay sounds good, so what flowers do you want to put in the bouquet?"

"I uh- have no clue" He murmured sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"that's okay, let's see I personally like these red tulips which symbolize a declaration of love, and maybe a white calla lily symbolizing magnificent beauty, Some Boston fern leaves for sincerity..." I start mumbling more to myself going into my bouquet-making mindset, adding flowers and taking some away, thinking about the meaning behind each flower, even though the receiver most likely does not know the flower code. But it's my attention to detail that makes my bouquets the best in the kingdom. Once I finally feel that the bouquet is perfect I tie it up with a bow and present it to Kristoff.

"oh man (y/n), it looks great, how much do I owe you?" Kristoff grinned taking it from me and digging in his pocket for some money to pay me with, I waved him off.

"oh nonsense, what's one bouquet of flowers between friends" I mumble desperately trying to keep the smile on my face until he's gone, "now go get her Kristoff!" I exclaimed and he blushed nodding.

"alright I'm going, See you later (y/n)! C'mon Sven" He patted his leg with his free hand and Sven got up following behind him. I waved until they rounded the corner and were out of sight, and it was then I broke down and dropped my head into my hands and cried. He was in love with someone else and I was stupid for letting myself fall for someone I just met. I wiped my teary eyes on my apron, taking a deep breath. I still had customers to attend to so there was no use crying over a boy not yet. I took time to fix my appearance, drying my eyes and making. sure I looked alright, before going back to the front of my stall to attend to customers.

--Time skip 3 hours--

I started packing up earlier than everyone else in the market square, at 4 bell chimes instead of the usual 5 or 6 if it was a busy day. Packing up the rest of the flowers I put them in buckets full of water to put them back out for sale the next day. I started pulling on the ropes that would pull the stall overhang down to block my counter window locking it into place. I had just locked my stall door, taking one last look to make sure everything was cleaned up when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around and to my surprise saw Kristoff and Sven. I took a closer look at them and noticed Kristoff's sandy hair was combed back and he was wearing a nice outfit I'd never even seen him wear before. My gaze drifted from Kristoff to Sven and I saw even he had a little bowtie on. Kristoff cleared his throat again.

"um good afternoon er evening Miss (y/n)" he said stiffly giving me a small bow and I giggled.

"good evening" I replied curtsying, trying to act like I hadn't cried over him a couple hours ago.

"I was wondering if, you would do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight?" He asked pulling the flower bouquet I made earlier out from behind his back, and offering it to me. I gasped softly and a wide grin spread across my face. I was the girl he was in love with!

"oh, of course, Kristoff!" I answered happily taking the flowers, I watched all the tension in his body wash away at my response, and a huge smile stretched across his face. He picked me up in a hug and spun me around making me let out a surprised squeal. He put me down soon after, enveloping my hand in his. "so where are we going?" I asked and his eyes widened.

"well you see I never really got that far... I was so focused on trying to get you to say yes that I never really planned for what do to if you said yes..." He murmured sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. I laughed loudly at his statement and he soon followed letting out a couple of chuckles as well.

"It'll have to be somewhere that allows reindeer of course" I smiled and Sven snorted his agreement happily.

"oh yes, of course, may we go?" he asked taking his hand from mine to offer me his arm. I took his arm and started walking.

"we may"

--Fin--

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evilgaygothgf · 1 year

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How easy would they fall in love?

How easy would the the group chat members fall in love (imo)

a/n: this is kinda short since it’s my first post here 😞

Isaac

I feel like he wouldn’t pay you much mind at first, but as soon as you laughed at something he said or did or made a witty comeback at one of the other other boys, he’d be hooked

Like you’re all hanging out at the group house and he’s trying to jump into the convo and make a comeback at one of the guys, but like everyone is loud so they can’t hear him the first time, but he looks over and sees you laughing at whatever he said

You boost his ego (as if he needs it any bigger 🙄 /j ) and he eats that shit up

He can NOT hide his feelings for shit

This guy things he’s Mr Stone Cold out here and that you don’t have a clue

But he visibly gushes like big ol googly eyes boinging out of his head at you THIS FOOL CANNOT KEEP HIS COOL AROUND YOU

Softwilly

I think this man would swoon as soon as he saw your smile.

His pov would be like those movie scenes where everything goes blurry but you, you’re surrounded by an ethereal glow, birds singing and shit.

Boy would start floating like Tom and jerry when there’s a delicious pie smell in the air all 🤤 and wtv lmaoo

Yumi

Idk but I feel like he’s a tough cookie when it comes to stuff like this

Like you’d definitely be catching feelings first in this situation

He would probably start falling for you after you’ve known each other for a good bit of time and you’ve started rubbing off on him

He realizes you’re the only person besides him with an ounce of logic when you’re around the boys /j obv

You playfully mock him like the guys do, but he likes it when you do it and just plays like he hates it

Larry

He’d be besties with you at first I think

You’d join in on his and Tanner’s antics

The three of you would be dumb & dumber & dumbest

And like one day the two of you are hanging out alone and he realizes he has feelings for you 😑😐😑😐 (pretend they’re like blinking or smth idk)

And suddenly it’s like every time you come around now, Tanner is nowhere to be seen and it’s just a “coincidence” that you and Larry have to hang out without Tanner

Boy is crushing so hard but he really drags it out before ever saying anything to you bc I feel like he would like how pure it all feels…like he’s got his own little secret to himself yknow? Little mischievous guy

Tanner

This sweet boy

Not playing favorites here but like

He’s a grown ass man but he’s babygirl and I’ll fight to the death over it

He’d fold. 😐

So fast

You play into whatever mischief he cooks up and it gets him all giggly and shit swinging his legs kicking his feet type shit

He’s so obvious about his feelings for you

Y’all send 0.5 selfies back and forth to each other and he is dying every time he gets one from you

Puts it in a special album on his phone and everything

Please be good to him

Grunk

Lil Grunky boy

He’s kind of like Isaac where he thinks he seems all cool and collected, but he’s so visibly nervous when you’re around

Tripping over his words

Blushing like crazy when you talk to him

Boy is SMITTEN

He tries to treat you like “one of the bros” thinking it’ll keep his crush on you secret

But if the group chat guys find out he has a crush on you it’s OVER for him

0 secrets at that point

Every time you’re around they’re making obvious pokes at Grunk about you

Obv all in fun, but like, if this boy gets in his feels over you, you’d know so fast

Thanks for reading!

#thegroup #the group chat #Grunk #bigt #bigtstreamingservice #isaacwhy #Yumi #Yumi main #softwilly #larrycroft #tgc

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circle-bircle · 6 months

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9 people you’d like to get to know better

omg thank you @neotula for tagging me!!! i love being tagged in things!!! yay!!!!!!

Three Ships:

I guess I'll do the first three that come to mind????? I don't have a #1 OTP or anything like that so

Sonya/Genny. They're just so freaking pretty together. I love women!!!!!!

Jecht/The Emperor: ok hear me out. HEAR ME OUT. why wouldn't someone ship them? when Tidus dies or whatever and Jecht gives him his lifepower/energy/whatever the hell happens, the Emperor takes JECHT when he's like that and gosh their conversation in Dream's End where the Emperor is all like 'actually I've been lying to you this entire time lol' UGHGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!

Cecil/Rosa/Kain: ummm idk i just had a fleeting thought about mind-controlled kain and mind-controlled cecil and which one would be the lesser evil to rosa. like. i don't know. but mind-control shenanigans aside they love each other very much and that is fact. i love ffiv

First Ever Ship: it was probably len/luka tbh. i feel like people got peeved at it because len is supposedly 14 and luka is supposedly 20 but i just aged em up. something about the yellow/pink combo (and the fact i was obsessed with vocaloid for like a decade too)

Last Song: I'm currently listening to the Tetra Master theme from FFIX :)

Currently Reading: Allen Ginsberg's A Supermarket in California. It's for class. I hate poetry, but I have to do it for my grade. I also have to read a bunch of other poems. Gosh, I hate poems. I don't know what my professor wants me to interpret from poems because it feels like he wants a "right answer" but my answer is that "it was a poem and it did things."

Currently Watching: I don't watch TV. Or movies. The last thing I watched was the first Twilight for the first time! I wish I sparkled in the sunlight.

Currently Consuming: Nothing ATM, but me and a friend went to a bakery and I got her a whoopie pie! So yay for her! We also got coffee before that, and it was delicious.

Currently Craving: I'm not hungry right now, so nothing. But I could go for some of Miss Vickie's Spicy Dill Pickle chips when I do want to nosh. I wonder if the vending machine has been restocked...

i don't know 9 people who would want to do this. i feel like @lil-melody and @ashnwolves might get a kick out of it. um. if you want me to secretly add your name to that list let me know because when people are like "anyone can do it!!!" it still feels kinda awkward. or just steal it! that's ok too i think :P

#im jus ramblin...

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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Greetings! I was one of many who put “Not enough! MOARRR 👿” on that poll lol. I don’t ask for much, just a lil smut piece for Brucie plz he’s so UGH- (with love). Amab reader please, you can do the rest as you please! Thanks :D

Of course my love!! Thank you for the request~! 💕💕

It ended up not being so “lil” but I hope that’s okay 😭 (I mean neither is Brucie tho, so 😏).

MDNI

CW: smut, brief hint of having been kidnapped

Info: AMAB reader, gender-neutral reader, bottom reader, jacking off, fingering, sucking off

You and Brucie have been together for a little while now. You’re really starting to get used to him, and your new environment. It’s even… kind of nice, in a way. Like a strange vacation from your previous life.

Your finger traces the rim of the delicate teacup Brucie had handed you to drink from while making breakfast. You look over at him. Brucie is hunched over the stovetop, broad back and shoulders obscuring what exactly he was cooking, but it smells delicious.

You look around at the kitchen around you, settling on the wood grain and smooth finish of the kitchen table, tracing the lines and whorls. You’d asked Brucie about it before, and he’d looked very sheepish but proud as he told you he’d built it by hand. He’d even cut down the trees for wood himself.

It isn’t difficult to imagine Brucie, big and strong as he is, chopping wood and dragging tree trunks around like it’s nothing. Imagining the way his muscles would flex, and how he’d look with sweat running down his temple…

Okay, that part is still easy to imagine, but difficult to think about! It’s hard not to get flustered around Brucie when he’s always so close to you, and thinking about things like that only makes it worse…

The point is, it isn’t difficult to imagine Brucie doing heavy lifting and building sturdy furniture like this. That makes sense in your brain.

But what is more difficult to wrap your mind around is the teacup. And the wooden utensils. He’d made those too— and they were so small, so delicate, and yet so detailed. The teacup was thin and painted with small flowers. The ends of the utensils’ handles were carved in the shapes of different animals. Moose, deer, bears. It was hard for you to imagine this giant man with his giant hands making anything that required such precision.

Brucie walks over and sets a plate of steaming hot food in front of you. It smells fucking delicious. He smiles fondly at the way your stomach rumbles and you dig in.

You finish eating before Brucie does. You notice the plate you’ve practically cleared matches the teacup. It brings your mind back to his craftsmanship. Your eyes wander to his hands.

Brucie’s hands are massive. Broad, thick, and calloused, with little sharp scars crisscrossing his fingers. There is the evidence of his carving work, but it still amazes you to think of those giant hands as being capable of such delicate work.

“Something on your mind, my lil pumpkin pie?”

You cringe at the nickname, looking up to meet his steady gaze.

You gesture to the plate. “Did you… really make all this?”

Brucie blinks and tilts his head. “…Yes? You were sitting in here while I cooked.”

“N-no! I meant the plates and forks and everything…”

Brucie blinks at you again, his expression brightening ever so subtly, “Yes! I made the plate set while thinking of you. The other stuff, I made a long time ago.”

His expression dims a little bit as he thinks about your question further. Brucie does this a lot, holding onto every single word you say. Gnawing on them relentlessly like a dog with a bone. Hell, he even looks like a kicked puppy right now. “Do you not like them?”

You splutter, “What? I never said that! I think they’re pretty. It’s just…”

Your eyes flick to his hands. “It’s just, y’know, kind of hard to imagine you making them. Your hands are so big, and the stuff you make is so delicate.”

Brucie’s expression lights up again, just as quickly as it had fallen. “You think my hands are big? And talented?”

You just stare, caught off guard by his sudden changes in mood and the suggestiveness of his last sentence. Or maybe you were just being pervy, surely Brucie didn’t mean…

“Can I… show you how talented they are?”

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And that’s how you end up naked in Brucie’s lap in the living room. One strong arm around your waist, broad hand splayed across your back to hold you in place, while his other hand teases your cock to hardness.

His big, thick fingers trace gently over the head of your cock, gathering your precum with the tips of his fingers and dragging it down your shaft. Brucie closes his grip and begins stroking you like that, slow and steady. You wiggle your hips against his jeans, sighing at the feeling of his hands.

Your soft sounds spur him on more, and he kisses you while increasing the pace of his hand until you’re whining and panting desperately against his mouth. Everything is so fuzzy, and you’re so close, heat coiling in your gut, and then— Brucie pulls his hand away.

“No, no,” you protest, reaching for his hand to try and drag it back to where you want it.

“Shhhhh. Hey, it’s okay baby. I’ll make you feel even better. Promise.”

He turns and lays you back down on the couch, relishing in the way you grasp at him to try and keep him close. Brucie digs in his pocket, pulling out a bottle of lube and coating his fingers with it. Brucie kisses you again, deeply, as he slowly works his fingers into you one by one.

You moan, hips rocking desperately as his fingers spread you open and work to find your sweet spot. His fingers slide over your prostate and your legs twitch like you’ve been electrocuted, the loudest moan yet leaving you.

Brucie focuses his efforts on that spot, massaging it precisely. Your cries become so frequent and desperate you can’t even kiss him back. Brucie leans his forehead against your shoulder, and looks down to where his fingers are buried inside of you.

He groans. “Fuuuuck, baby, look at you… look at how you’re leaking…”

Brucie moves down, fingers not faltering in the slightest, and leans towards your cock. His beard and lower lip brush against your tip, making you shudder, but he doesn’t take you into his mouth until you plead for him to.

The feeling of his thick fingers inside you and hot, wet mouth around you is overwhelming. You can hardly even recognize the sounds coming out of you as Brucie practically sucks the soul from your body. His tongue is just as talented as his fingers, and soon you find yourself on the edge again.

You tangle your fingers in Brucie’s hair, pulling him down onto you, pleas for him falling from your lips, and he lets you empty your balls down his throat. He continues to suckle at your cock softly as you come down from your high until your hands start pulling him away rather than closer.

Brucie leans his head against your thigh, and slides his hand out of you gently. He looks up at you, eyes dark and satisfied. His beard glistens with your precum and his spit where it rubs against your leg.

Brucie runs his clean hand up your side and back down to hold your hip, rubbing comforting circles into it with his thumb. “You alright, baby? I didn’t go too rough on ya, did I?”

You’re not coherent enough to give a response, but Brucie takes it in stride, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom to clean up, whispering reassuring words against your temple as he carries you.

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sixosix · 1 month

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haiii pookie snukums muah muah cherry pie :3 idk i just wanna give thoughts (and maybe recieve some from u too 👉👈) from the new trailer bc im bored and i feel like im being toasted alive... mainit

FREMI💀 no bc he looks like he can be blown away from a lil breeze. like a sneeze can turn him into dust💀 BUT BRO BLOCKED A WHOLE ASS HIT FROM ARLECCHINO WHILE ALSO HOLDING LIKE A 30 KILO CLAYMORE💥 HOW BUFF IS HEEEEE😭 (lyney at the side like a damsel)

speaking of lyney,,,,i saw somewhere, idk if its canon or not, but i read that lyney is canonically weak. not weak as in "cannot fight", more like, "brains over brawn" type of weak. his main strength comes from his big fat brain and i think thats hot (lyney as brains, thawed!mc as brawns. an unstoppable duo if i do say so myself)

Im just gonna say, arlecchino DID NOT MISS❗❗ when she chose lyney as the successor. bc think about it, the house's main objective is to adopt kids to make them into soldiers(or other stuff). so why are the children not doing anything about it? because they are blinded by father's "love". they've been provided a home and a family that they can love, ofc theyre going to do whatever they can to repay her kindness. i say "blinded by love" bc its most probably not genuine. arlecchino will only do things if it benefits her. so, in short, the children are being decieved into loyalty and submission.

and what is one of lyney's biggest/ most prominent trait? being able to decieve others very easily. he's a magician ffs😭😭 (this is probably why thawed!mc is hesitant/ doesnt believe him whenever he does something bc she knows that its probably not genuine. and bc of this, they're both miserable.💀)

like, he may not be physically strong, but that brain and charisma can bring you to your end in a snap. and that hot.

i only heard childe's voice but i feel like he's important to the lore. my manz been to 3 countries, and hes hasnt retrieve a single (1) gnosis😭 pack up boy ur no harbinger all u do is look pretty and get your ass handed to u THRICE😭 (i love him tho muah)

WIDNTRACE omg windtrce FINALLYY😭😭uueuedhhsuwh

ur so cool bc i just saw the ask asking if theres thawed update tmrw, and ur gonna do RESEARCH???? this is why i love u. marry me. pookie idc how long it takes, everything u write is so delicious. quality over quantity is so real ily. and i dont want thawed to end so soon....

i think thats all of my brain barf today. congrats again on 5k!!! ily muah♥️

HI AKAAGIIIII i did. i did see. i watched it from zy0xs livestream. first of all, ARLECCHINO IS SOOO COOL her presence… unmatched….. the lore ?! im so excited as a player and as a thawed writer!!!!

I KNOW FREMINET WAS INSANE THERE HAHAHAH the way he didnt fall back.. King. king behavior. LYNEY TOOOO HELLOOO THE LORE BOMBBB the throwback to him being chosen as the next King AAAAAA my brain was going overdrive (thawed!mc being brawns shes so stupid i love her)

and yes!! your thoughts on lyney and arlecchino are so true. arlecchino picking lyney makes sense in her perspective but the fact that lyney doesnt want to do it says so much about his character! lyney is such a well written character im so in love

i was so surprised to hear childes voice i was like oh gosh the thawed is writing itself?????

AND YESSS RESEARCH AAA i rlly rlly want to wait and see what the House lore is all about before i write thawed because i think i could really use it. not only for ideas but for keeping it feel like it could easily be an actual genshin quest.. TY AHAHHAA ILY TOO we shall have a spring wedding, like taht post about artists asking permission to draw fanart from writers (thats me)

#606:inbox #606: akagi0021

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aphnatasha · 1 month

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Okay lil rant but the ram guy you mentioned is called Senshi and he's from an anime called Dungeon Meshi/Delicious In Dungeon and he's basically the cook of the party!!!! And I think him and Mary would be besties!!!! Bonding over food and stuff!!!

i think ive seen pictures of him! he seems like such a sweetie pie!!

him and mary would absolutely be besties! they could teach each other all the different recipies they know!

#ive been meaning to watch that show but havent gotten around to it yet #i *have* seen screenshots and gifs of it and it looks like such a fun show!

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eunchancorner · 1 year

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PLEASE DO LER BOB AND LEE SKID AND PUMP!

So Bob is babysitting the two troublesome kids cuz Lila had some work to do and she started trusting Bob. The kids where misbehaving out of boredom and he had enough but instead of timeout he tickles them!

Alright I get it /lh /nm

Ler Bob, Lees Skid and Pump

Warning: mentions of cannibalism, blood consumption

Word count: 1440

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“Alright, Skid, Pump, I’ll be home soon. Bob, please, keep an eye on them. They’ve traumatized enough people for the year, they don’t need to be doing any more damage,” Lila told the three boys.

Pump had come over for a sleepover just before Lila had to leave for work, leaving her to find a last-minute babysitter. Thankfully, Bob Velseb, a man she’d known and trusted since she was her son’s age, had popped in to check up on her at just the right moment.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll keep an eye on these lil’ goobers,” he assured her, patting the tops of the kid’s heads.

“Good, and one more thing…” she suddenly pulled him down by the collar of his sweater, staring him dead in the eyes. “Don’t you dare feed these two human meat again.”

His warm smile turned to a stone-cold, almost emotionless expression, save for a bit of anger gleaming in his eyes.

“I got no idea what you’re talkin’ about,” he growled back, lying and they both knew it, but she didn’t have time to address it now. All she could do was hope he listened, and be grateful he refused to target the kids.

She let him go and stepped out, waving to the three as she did. Bob’s smile returned as quickly as it had left, waving back as the door closed behind her.

“Now, who wants to help ol’ Bob make some cookies?” he asked, turning to the smol kids, who quickly jumped up with the repeated yell of “Me! Me! Me!”

In the kitchen, and gathering ingredients for the delicious treats, Bob began to set everything out.

“Did you know, blood can be used as a substitute for eggs in baking?” he told the boys as he pulled out a water bottle, filled nearly to the brim with a bright red liquid that the two could only assume was blood. He carefully measured it into a measuring cup and added it to the dough, mixing thoroughly until it had little more than a reddish tint.

“Woahhhh, that’s so cool!” Pump crowed as Bob showed them.

“We’re making blood cookies!” Skid cheered.

Bob chuckled at the two’s enthusiasm as he began scooping the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.

“Why yes, I suppose we are.”

After sticking the cookies in the oven, the three came out to the living room, Bob putting on a horror movie while they waited for the cookies to bake.

“Bob?” Skid eventually piped up, turning from his spot on the floor to look at the man on the couch.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Do you like the Spooky Month? Mom says you might not like it, since it gives you bad memories… but that’s not a reason to not like it, right?”

Bob’s face fell for a moment before forcing a warm smile back onto it. Don’t be a sad bastard in front of the kids.

“Nah, I like Spooky Month just the same as everyone else in this town. I ain’t special in that,” he assured the skeleton-clad boy with a small head pat.

“Good, because I love the Spooky Month! It’s the best month in the whole year, because we get to dress up, and get candy, and see all our friends! Outside of school!” he droned on excitedly, Pump catching on and popping up beside him.

“Plus the stores start filling up with pumpkin-flavored things, like pumpkin pie, and pumpkin cookies, and pumpkins! And we get to do the spooky dance!” he added, practically fizzing with the same energy and enthusiasm as his best friend.

“That’s-”

Suddenly the oven dinged, cutting off Bob’s response, making him get up.

“Hold that thought, kids,” he told the two as he headed into the kitchen to get the cookies.

Skid slumped down onto the floor, crossing his arms and huffing angrily.

“I wanted to show him the spooky dance!” he whined, mad at the oven for going off ‘too soon.’

“So did I…” Pump mumbled, sitting beside him. Suddenly, like a switch, an idea lit up in his brain and he turned to Skid, only to see him looking back. They’d had the same idea at the same time, and what a fun idea it was.

Bob hummed quietly as he took the cookies out of the oven, setting them on the stovetop above. The smell filled the air and made his stomach growl, and it took every little bit of willpower he had not to eat one now and burn the shit out of his mouth. Instead, he turned to the mess of a kitchen he had neglected to clean up earlier and sighed, deciding now was as good a time as any to get it done.

After about 15 minutes of cleaning up, he turned to put away the last item, the whisk. However, there was one minor little problem.

Where the fuck did it go?

The whisk had disappeared, leaving Bob a confused man standing in a clean kitchen as he searched around where he’d left it. It hadn’t rolled off the counter, or been put away already, or tossed in the sink filled with soapy water. It wasn’t on the table nor under it, and it hadn’t found its way into the cabinets. So where was it?

Suddenly, he heard giggling. Faint, but it was definitely there.

Did they take it? he asked himself as he followed the sound, until, sure enough, he saw the two hiding on the couch, Pump holding the whisk tightly in his hands. A small smirk crossed his face as an idea bloomed in his mind, and he crept silently towards the couch, keeping his mouth shut until…

“WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’?!” he bellowed as he scooped them both up from behind the couch, eliciting spooked but delighted squeals from them both as they were lifted into the air before it was squeals of laughter as Bob easily tickled each belly with one hand.

“Did you two lil goobers really think I wouldn’t notice you’d taken the one thing I hadn’t put away yet?”

“Ihihi dihihidn’t tahahake ihihit!” Skid protested, attempting to curl up around Bob’s hand.

“IHIT WAHAHAS YOUHUHUHUR IDEAHAHAHA!!” Pump squealed out, obviously far more affected by the tickles.

“Ihit was nohohot!”

“Now, now, no more arguin’. How about you both agree ya messed up and give me that whisk back so I can clean it off? Then we can have some nice, warm cookies.”

“Nohohoho!” “NEHEHEVEHER!!”

“Suit yourselves, guess I gotta use the ol’ persuasion method.”

Suddenly, he plopped down onto the couch, pinning Pump to it with one hand and squeezing at his side, making his cackles die down to giggles, while holding Skid up in his other arm his hand poised at the ribs, making him stuck in the giggles he was in before purely out of anticipation.

“Now, Pump, you can either give me back the whisk now, and I’ll stop ticklin’ you, or, keep it, and your little friend gets it~”

“Gehe- gehets whahahat?” he asked out of sheer curiosity. He knew Skid could handle a lot, so he wanted to see what Bob thought could break his bestie.

Bob merely smirked before he started blowing raspberries on one side of Skid’s ribs, his hand scribbling over the other side, causing Skid to squeal and cackle at the mismatched and maddening sensations.

“PUHUHUMP! GIHIVE IHIT TOHOHO HIHIHIM!! GIHIVE IHIT BAHAHACK!!”

“Whahat hahahappehened toho neheveheher suhurrehehendeher?”

“SUHUHURREHEHENDEHEHER!! SURREHEHENDEHEHER!!”

And, sure enough, Bob felt something small smack into his leg, a single look revealing it was the wire whisk the two boys had made off with, and he released the two from their ticklish captivity. Grabbing the whisk, he left the two alone on the couch to cuddle up and regain their composure as he was finally able to clean and put away the utensil. Soon enough, he returned to two little cuddlebugs on the couch, plate of cookies in hand, and settled down beside them.

“Cookie?” he offered to them, lowering the plate so they could each take some, before grabbing one of his own and biting into it.

“Blehhh, it tastes like metal!” Skid complained.

“It’s like sucking on a penny,” Pump agreed, Bob merely rolling his eyes at their dramatics.

“Oh, quit your whinin. Tastes good to me…” he mumbled, munching yet another cookie. It tasted just enough like blood to him to keep him satiated enough to not kill the kids, not that he could ever bring himself to. There was just something about these kids, he could never hurt them. Like some kind of weird vibe to them.

Weird kids.

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Two birbs with one stone lets go

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