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peachypinkygloss · 9 months

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hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

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When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

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"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

#m 🤍#🍑 [drabble game]#requests #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #bts drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfiction #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fanfiction #namjoon smut #namjoon drabble #namjoon x reader

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81folklore · 7 months

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new years day - HS

pairings: harry styles x gn!reader (fc: none)

summary: harrys partner reminisces on instagram over the past 2 years of love on tour before the final show

authors note: i was listening to my sleepy taylor playlist and this song started playing and it took me back to all the love on tour edits so i had to create a smau for it.. i promise im working on the drafts i put on that poll!!

authors note 2: i used they/them pronouns when writing because nothing ever really specified readers gender so please imagine as you will!!

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its going to be impossible to not miss this☹️

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harrystyles: ❤️❤️

user7: oh i love them so much

user18: the support you show for harry is so lovely :’)

user73: im going to miss guessing what the styles will be wearing every night☹️

harry_lambert: so many outfits! so many fun nights!

yourusername: ahh ill miss seeing what youve put together for h

annetwist: ill miss seeing you so often darling!!

yourusername: you wont be able to get rid of us, promise🤍

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*text on first photo reads: and with that my final love on tour outfit is done💗* *text on second photo reads: bring on the finale🥹*

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theres glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby…

i have never been as sad as i am right now writing that love on tour is officially over! this has honestly been one of the craziest experiences for everyone; myself, the fans and for you harry. being able to watch you grow as an artist and an individual on and off stage for the past two years has been an honor and i cannot thank you enough for bringing me on this incredible journey with you

the love i feel for you is one i struggle to describe, its a feeling of joy when i see you on stage, its a feeling of hurt when i see you at your lows, its a feeling of pure happiness when i see you being who you are. loving you is something so genuinely special and i cannot believe i am the one who gets to witness all of you, all of your life

love on tour is truly something that is one of a kind and the family you were able to create with it will be something that lasts forever along with the memories created these past years

i dont think i will ever get over being the one to see you achieve everything you have ever wanted, getting to be the one you come to after a show and just hug until your hearts content, getting to be the person you cry on after a show like slane or wembley where you just felt so overwhelmed by the love and support you received

i will thank you everyday for choosing me to be that person, to be the person you love, to be the person you have join you in this life youve created for yourself

thank you love on tour and thank you harry

i will love you both forever and ever❤️‍🩹

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harrystyles: 💗💗

user6: i need harry to learn how to use instagram properly i NEED to see his response😭

user89: sobbing and screaming

user35: they love him so much😭😭

harrystyles: baby the love i have for you is endless, thank you for coming with me on this journey and thank you for letting me love you. i love you so so much

user35: and HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH😭😭

user62: i feel sick they love eachother so much❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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quarantineddreamer · 1 year

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I didn’t think it was possible to love Diego Luna more than I’ve already come to after watching him in (Rogue One and) Andor....aaand then I read this article 🥲

Diego Luna Reveals Which ‘Andor’ Scene Made Him Cry on Set

“Well, I was walking underneath Ferrix [and] the director started playing the words of Maarva. So I was listening to the music in a moment, and then the words. With the music, it was just before the words. Let's talk about the music. I'm walking underneath Ferrix, and I'm hearing the music, and I just started crying. I didn't want the character to cry there. It was like, “Shit, no, this can't be happening.” I got so emotional. So emotional. And it means a lot to me, on a personal level. That relation of Cassian and Maarva, and the way she ends up setting him in the right direction. I think it's such a strong, strong piece of Cassian's story, and I get emotional just by talking about it. It is, for me, the strongest relation, and it's clearly Maarva's example [that] sets him in that ride that will end in Rogue One. It was really tough to keep my emotions. To keep it strong because I didn't want him to break there. It had to be later on. I didn't want it to break there, and it was impossible.”

#hello i am unwell #diego luna #andor #andor spoilers #cassian andor #maarva andor

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hazashiovo · 2 months

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Hi!! I saw your Kuvira(mommy) relationship headcanons and was wondering if you could do the same thing but with Bolin? Thanks💕

A/n:Totally ! I really love how people request Bolin,hes such a good character tbh.

Bolin x gn reader dating headcanons

Genre:fluff,smut bellow the cut

Bolin is a great boyfriend,and he proved it to you so many times. For an instance,when you're out,he always asks if you're doing ok ,or if you want to eat something. Yeah he's that kind of boyfriend.

He always makes sure to brag to his brother and friends that you're his girl,and that you love him so much, which you do.

Since Bolin can't cook (let's say for the sake of this fic that you can) ,you always surprise him with something new made by you.

And how he loves it! He jumps on you , giving you little kisses all over your face.

When he played as a pro bender,he knew you were watching,so he made sure to put on a show for you.

Once Korra joined the team, you started hanging out with her pretty often, becoming very good friends.

Bolin got a little jealous when you spoke about Korra after hanging out. But you would always reassure him he's the only one for you.

You and Mako sometimes bicker about the silliest things,but about your plans too. That's when Bolin comes between you, trying to cool of the situation.

Radio dates,like, there's no tv at that time,so you just pick up some snacks,cuddle up and listen to the nights show,talk about your day,maybe some pro bending match,who knows.

You two don't really argue,until later on when he joins Kuvira. That's when your relationship gets shaky.

Nsfw bellow the cut!

I see Bolin as a bottom, sometimes a switch.His usual behavior makes me think of it,don't blame me.

If you're a woman,he likes it when you ride him,your tights clasped tightly around his middle,hands gripping your waist as you thrust your body in him.

He whines and whimpers.

Even when he's a bottom,he begs you to let him eat you out. At first he didn't know what to really do,but he's a quick learner.

A few times in and he's already experienced,so experienced that he makes you s(cream).

So yeah,He's the type that likes giving more than receiving.

Now if you're a man ,he mostly tops.

He loves thrusting into you ,while you're on your back,legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

You would whisper praises into his ear, calling him your good boy, leaving love bites all over his neck.

When you're giving him head, it's impossible not to tease him,and he hates it. He hates that smirk on your face,but it turns him on so bad.

I ran out of ideas with this one 🥲

#x reader #bolin request #bolin smut #bolin x reader #fem reader #masc reader #gn reader #tlok bolin #bolin the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #tlok x reader #reader #headcanon

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cowboydisaster · 4 months

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I have no idea about the historical accuracy of this but imagine a reader who used to be in a pretty well off family (think like the braithwaites level in society) but she left it all and gave everything up to be with Arthur. It’s her first Christmas away from her family and she misses the Christmas tree back home. Queue Arthur cutting a tree down with his big manly man strength and dragging it back to camp to surprise her🥲

* ˚ ✦ Stardust * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 4k a/n: margo!! This prompt was too cute. I kinda took it and RAN so I hope I did it justice! xx

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: SEVEN days 'till christmas!

christmas countdown┊main masterlist┊rdr2 masterlist

If there's one thing you haven't gotten used to in this way of life, it's the elements. Camp is situated in Big Valley along the Upper Montana River. It's beautiful, and more open country than you've ever seen in your life. But damn, is it cold in winter. Snow drifts down from Mount Shann, creating a beautiful flurry of white around camp, albeit a freezing one.

At this moment, though, the cold doesn't bother you. In the safety of your tent, back tucked against Arthur's chest, it's impossible for the cold to reach you. He keeps you warm. Like a furnace, that man. You'd be worried he was running a fever if you weren't so used to his toasty-warm temperature.

You shuffle against Arthur, readjusting in the soft cotton cot. The wind whispers quietly outside, peacefully. Gone is the loud whipping ice storm that had come through a week or so ago. It's been replaced by a quiet falling of snow, the creak of nearby oaks.

“Darlin’? What is it?” Arthur whispers, voice sleepy against your ear. The hand that's hung over your waist squeezes gently, a small act of encouragement to respond. You smirk. You can picture his face, eyes closed, or half-lifted, eyebrows knitting with worry.

“What's wrong?” He whispers again. The hand on your waist flattens against your stomach, gently pulling you back towards him.

Oh, your Arthur. His heart is perfectly in tune with yours, and well, when yours is sunk, he notices. A peculiar little thing you've discovered– he always notices those small details, those small fluctuations in your mood. On top of that, he always addresses them.

Those selfless personality traits are why you left the city in the first place. Arthur is genuine, real. He's caring, and he communicates with you when you're upset. Your mamá and papá were far too concerned with selling you off to the most eligible bachelor in Saint Denis to care about your feelings. The bachelor's characteristics were of no importance, just his wealth and status in society. That life was… a load of shit, as your dear Arthur would say.

You'd started sneaking downtown at night to get away from the chaos of your home. Your parents were always fighting and screaming. Broken dishes and ringing ears became a staple in that house. La Bastille Saloon was a short walk from your house on Flavian Street. And that's where you met Arthur.

Despite his career, you immediately recognized him to be the first honest man that you'd ever met in your life. In a mere thirty seconds of conversation, you'd found a depth to him that your father could never scratch, a kindness that no arranged husband would show you. And so it became a habit. You'd sneak out of your window a few times a week, meeting him at La Bastille– talking, laughing, drinking. Arthur's whiskey burned far more than the French wine you'd sipped on in your life. Where you came from, drinking was for show. To sip on a glass of imported chablis was to assert class, but Arthur taught you how to drink for fun. He'd taught you how to play cards and how to cure a hangover. Your parents would be mortified at your unladylike behavior.

Arthur showed you fun, and kindness, spontaneity and honesty in a world that you thought was without those virtues. When Arthur had asked you to join him, it was an easy yes. He laid it all out. the good, the bad and the ugly. Criminals, you'd be joining. He was afraid that you would turn away, but crime is no stranger to you. Coming from high society, you saw the rich take from the poor time and again. You saw laundering and fraud, servitude, coercion and arranged murder.

All your family does is twist lies for their own benefit. They're all snakes, sinking their teeth into everything they come across. Gluttonous in their pursuit to expel venom. It has drowned the whole city of Saint Denis, sunk into the cobblestone roads and poisoned the entire place.

You see more honesty in the Van der Linde's life of crime than in your family's. At least the Van der Lindes are honest about what they do, and only rob from those who rob from others.

Leaving with Arthur was the most freeing feeling you've ever experienced. You love him with all your heart. You love the gang, and your new life, and yet even with all that you've gained, you still left so much behind. Joining Arthur; it's the best decision you've ever made, and you don't regret it for a moment, but the approaching holiday is bringing out sadness, memories of your childhood, friends that you'd left in the city. Any good memory of the city is recalled through rose tinted glasses, but still, it's beginning to sting now that it's almost Christmas.

“Darlin’?” Arthur says, the grogginess no longer evident in his voice. He pulls you back to the present like a tether. His thumb drags soothingly over your hip bone, and underneath the thick blankets, you lay your hand atop his.

“Hmm?” You offer.

“Where's your head at?” Arthur whispers, breath against your ear.

“Oh, just thinking.” You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. It's a sad smile, bittersweet. If a candle were lit, and he could see it, Arthur would be much more worried.

His fingertips brush your hair away from your face, gently pulling some strands behind your ear towards the braid they have escaped from.

Arthur lifts his hand from you, adjusting the blankets as you turn over in bed. Once you're facing him, he makes sure that all of the blankets cover your frame.

“It's just that this will be my first Christmas away from home.”

A small silence ensues. One that threatens to let tears slip down your rosy cheeks. Your nose tucks into Arthur's chest as you sniffle, hoping he hasn't taken your words with offense. This is your home now, and you wouldn't have it any other way. But old habits die hard.

“You missin’ home?” Arthur whispers between kisses to your hair. You shake your head quickly

“No-no. I don't want you to think-”

“Baby, I ain't gonna give you a hard time ‘cause you're missin’ home. Hell… my childhood weren’t nothin’ but a world of pain, and sometimes I miss it.”

You should have expected his understanding. Arthur's never made you feel foolish for your feelings. His hand traces along your hip, keeping you warm and coaxing you to settle back into the comfortable space that he’s surrounded you with.

“I’m finding it difficult.” You whisper, “The holidays are coming up, and they’re bringing lots of memories. Fond ones, things I don’t want to forget.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Well…” You crack a small smile, eyes going far away, back to old memories long ago, “Papá would have a Christmas tree shipped from Cumberland forest, only the best for him of course.” You chuckle, and Arthur smiles for the sweet sound.

“And we would decorate it with candles, blown glass, popcorn and cranberries. Oh, it was such a sight Arthur.” You say, a wonder in your voice. The memories are crystal clear in your head. Bright colors, laughter, songs.

Arthur's Christmas memories don't bring much joy. Except for the year his daddy didn't come home. Still, the way your eyes have lit up– Arthur wishes he could have experienced the Christmas that you're describing. He wishes he could see you with that much joy.

“Have you ever seen a Christmas tree?” You ask, rekindling that tether and pulling him back to you.

“Nah, only in the papers. I ain't never lived nowhere so fancy to have a Christmas tree.”

“It was so beautiful…” You whisper, a chill running down your spine. You hardly notice it, but Arthur pulls you closer nonetheless, his body heat wrapping around you like the warmest of blankets.

“It seemed as if when the tree was decorated and we all sat together, maybe it was not so bad.” You murmur, and the wonder dissipates from your eyes, replaced with reality.

Arthur waits for you to collect your thoughts. A whistle of wind breaks the silence before you do.

“Ah, I'm sorry for this show of emotion. It's silly of me.”

He shakes his head, forehead gently meeting yours. Your eyes marvel up at Arthur, making out the deep blue of his eyes from a stretch of moonlight that's infiltrated the room.

“You ain't ever gotta apologize for gettin’ emotional, sweetheart. Not with me.”

All you can do is nod, feeling again like a schoolgirl with butterflies running rampant in your stomach. His breath traces your face, noses just barely lining each other.

His lips meet yours, soft and sweet. Your heart soars like it does every time he kisses you. It's something that you're sure you won't ever get used to. But something you're hoping to find familiarity in, because you never want to stop kissing him.

He pulls away all too soon for your liking, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. When he hears your small whine, he huffs.

“I know, get back to sleep baby, I'll still be here in the mornin’.”

It doesn't take long for you to slip back into slumber, not with the soft whisper of the wind, and the cocoon of warmth around you. Arthur practically carries you across the threshold into sleep with the way his arms wrap around you.

In the little tent, deep in the snow, Arthur begins to hatch his plan. He kisses your head, climbing over you and out of bed to light a candle. It provides just enough light to illuminate the pages of his journal. Just enough light for him to illustrate his surprise.

He had promised you– all those months ago, when he'd packed your bags onto his horse and ridden you out of the city– that he would do anything and everything to make you happy. It's a promise that he intends to keep

— — —

a few days later

“This is the one.” Arthur marvels, sparkling eyes cast upwards toward the fullest, greenest evergreen in Cumberland Forest. You deserve nothing but the best, and he’s sure that he’s found it.

Arthur takes a short moment to pull out his journal, dusting some fallen snow from the leather cover. He sketches the tree, a way for him to remember the moment. To remember how the tree had been, perfectly untouched in nature. He takes his time, back propped against the unhitched wagon in the forest, hat covered in a thick dusting of snow. A few flakes even drop onto the page, melting and smudging his charcoal.

When the branches are sketched to his liking, he accompanies them with a quick passage and closes the book.

For the lady. Christmas. 1899.

When the book snaps shut and is stuffed back into his journal, he looks up, finding a questioning look on his trusted stallion’s face.

“What?” Arthur’s brow furrows, “I’ll plant another one.”

The stallion sighs.

Arthur moves around the back of the wagon, pulling an ax from the toolbox, dusting some snow off the handle with gloved hands. The ground is covered in a thick layer of white, the horses too. They press their noses together, whinnying and rumbling, entertaining each other with horse-typical play in the snow.

“Jasper. Sugar. Quit bein’ sweet on one another, we got work to do.” Arthur calls back to the two horses. What a pair, those two.

Jasper is Arthur’s stallion. He’s well behaved. Shy. Obedient. Then there’s Sugar. She was a gift from Arthur to you. White as snow and wild as the wind. She still is, despite all of her training.

Arthur had brought the pair of them with the wagon to pull the tree back to camp. But now, Sugar seems more interested in kicking up snow, and well– Jasper is only interested in following Sugar around, hearts practically emitting from his eyes.

Snow falls in thick flakes, dotting Arthur’s red flannel and melting against the thick material. He pays it no mind. The snowfall silences the forest, save for the rhythmic whack…whack of Arthur’s ax hitting the evergreen, and the softened sound of playful hooves in the snow.

“Don’t tire yourselves out.” Arthur huffs to the horses, “Jesus.”

A few more swings of the ax, and the tree begins to fall. It hits the ground with a thud, not nearly as loud as Arthur imagined it would be. But, the snow softened the fall, he supposes.

In a matter of minutes, the tree is in the wagon. Just a few more, and Jasper and Sugar are pulling it home.

If everything is going according to plan, right now you should be with Marybeth, picking holly. She had taken you out, because she had “wanted to spruce up camp a bit.” Little do you know, the little adventure is a part of Arthur’s plan. With you away from camp, he was able to borrow Sugar, take Jasper, and get the tree. With you away from camp, the final touches can fall into place.

Arthur gently taps the reins over the horse’s backs, urging them into a faster canter along the beaten down snow path back towards camp.

“Hyah! C’mon, we’re pushin’ it.” He calls to the horses. The little golden bells on their harnesses jingle and ring as he pushes them towards camp, massive evergreen in tow. He checks his pocket watch, cursing quietly before putting it away. Sadie should be done by now.

It’s not long before the horses are pulling into camp, large puffs of white billowing out from their noses as they catch their breath. Arthur hops down from the wagon, his hand running along the expanse of it as he reaches the back.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Dutch’s voice booms from across the camp. He makes his way towards the wagon, “Now this is how we celebrate Christmas!”

The evergreen nearly overtakes the wagon, branches sticking out from all directions, billows of snow still stuck to them. Dutch has no idea how Arthur managed to get it into the wagon. An approaching Hosea is just as flabbergasted.

“You know, I never took you to be much of a romantic, Arthur. But this might just prove me wrong.” Hosea

“Whatever you say. Now, quit gawkin’ and help me get this big bastard up.” Arthur mumbles, grabbing the thick tree by the trunk and pulling it down. Sap sticks to his hands as he begins to drag it out of the wagon. Carrying it into the center of camp is a group effort– much easier than Arthur getting it into the wagon by himself.

“I reckon you two can handle this. I got some other things to check up on.” Arthur steps back, sizing the tree up and down.

“Run along then and leave us the hard work.” Dutch muses, within earshot of Arthur.

“Figured it would do your old bones some good to do real work, Dutch!” Arthur hollers back over his shoulder, chuckling to himself as he makes his way towards the circle of tents.

“Mrs. Adler?” Arthur hollers, approaching the A-frame tent, “You in there?”

Before he can part the white canvas tent, Sadie emerges, and he backs up.

“You get it done?” Arthur asks, cheeks tinged bright pink from the cold. Hat white instead of black. Sadie chuckles for it.

“Did I get it done?” Sadie mocks with a huff, “A’ course I got it done.”

From her tent, she pulls out a Christmas tree garland. A string carefully woven through dried cranberries and popped corn. It's beautiful and long. It must have taken her hours to make. Arthur’s eyes go wide in small wonder as she transfers the garland to him.

“S’perfect, Sadie. She’s gonna love this.”

A wide, bittersweet smile stretches across Sadie’s face, “Jake taught me how,” there is a pause as Arthur nods in understanding, “Now go. Go decorate it for your woman.” Sadie smirks.

“Dear boy! Dear boy, how does it look?” Hosea calls out, and Arthur’s attention shoots towards the tree. They have it standing upright now, perfectly in the center of camp. It stands tall, a real beauty.

“Perfect.” He gapes at it, wishing he could have done something like this when he was younger– hoping that it will live up to your memories. Arthur doesn’t have the money to buy fancy ornaments, but he’s doing everything in his power to make it special for you.

With the help of the horses and the wagon, everyone manages to wrap the garland the whole way around the tree, even up to the top. The little trail of white and red looks beautiful against the dark green of the pine. Arthur places lit candles in holders on the branches, casting a beautiful hazy glow that lights up the tree. Camp members begin to gather, circling around the tree, watching and helping. Mrs. Grimshaw offers some holly. Karen offers some candy canes that she had bought in town, hanging them from the branches.

The sun begins to set, and Arthur checks his watch, knowing that you’ll be back any minute. A small tug on his pants pulls his attention downwards.

“Uncle Arthur?” Little Jack whispers, eyes sparkling with the reflection of the tree lights, “I made this for you! For you to put it on auntie's tree!”

Arthur’s brow furrows, and he glances quickly up to Abigail, who is smiling warmly. Jack reaches into his little bag and pulls out a beautiful paper star. He has apparently put a lot of time and effort into folding and cutting the paper into a perfect little topper. Jack’s little hands extend the star up to Arthur, the smile on his face brighter than any of the tree’s candles.

“You made this?” Arthur asks.

“Yep, I sure did! Momma even helped me cut the paper!”

Arthur kneels on the ground– eye level with Jack, a smirk on his lips, “I think we better put it on the top then, don't you?”

“Oh yes! It would be perfect on top! I just hope aunt y/n likes it…”

“She’ll love this, buddy.”

With some more help from a very grumpy Sugar, Arthur manages to place the star perfectly on the tree top. And just in time, apparently.

When Arthur steps back, taking in the tree for all its glory, his jaw falls slack, eyes filling up with wonder.

It's beautiful. At dusk, the candles shine brightly. The garland has attracted a few red cardinals, and they rest in the branches, comfortable in the new camp tree. Everyone looks in awe. It’s perfect.

— — —

“No peekin’.” Arthur whispers in your ear from behind, his hands covering your eyes. He slowly walks you forwards towards… something. He hasn’t explained anything to you, just… kidnapped you right outside of camp. You’ve been walking with him, eyes covered for nearly five minutes.

“Oh, Arthur, what is going on!?” You giggle, hands covering the length of his own, a smile plastered on your face.

“S’a surprise, darlin’. That’s why you can’t peek.” Arthur’s voice whispers from behind you, his chest nearly pressed against your back as he inches you forward.

You roll your eyes. Suddenly, his footsteps are still behind you, and you stop in return.

“Is this why I was stuck in the forest picking berries all day?” You ask. Arthur huffs.

“Shhh. We’re here.” He shushes.

Your heart quickens with excitement, bottom lip tight between your teeth with anticipation. As much as you try to listen for any clues, all you can hear is the munching of hay and the crackle of the campfire– typical for camp after dusk.

“Arthur…?” You whisper, almost afraid to break the quiet. Anticipation swirls in your stomach, followed by anxiety tickling up your spine.

His calloused hands pull away from your eyes, and your lashes flutter as you focus on the sight in front of you.

It’s… a christmas tree. Your jaw falls slack, and as unladylike as it may be, you can’t help it. A small gasp escapes your rosy lips.

It must be twelve feet high, and it's thick with branches. Candles, and decor wrap around the tree like a dress tailored to perfection. Color and light burst from the beautiful tree, and before you can control yourself, tears are welling up in your eyes.

“Arthur, I–” Your voice cracks, the tears almost spilling over.

“Darlin’?” Arthur’s thumb softly brushes the inside of your hand. For a moment, he worries that he’s misstepped terribly. The sight of your tears brings forth a small panic, quelled by the outburst of your smile. Tears fall freely from your eyes, but they are of joy– not sadness.

“You got me– You got me a Christmas tree?” You smile, wiping away the tears as he envelopes you into his warm arms. You sniffle, laughs of pure joy escaping into his chest as he holds you tight.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” Arthur whispers to you, arms wrapped around your waist. The light from the tree dances in your eyes, almost as beautiful and bright as your smile.

“Oh, Arthur, it’s perfect.” You gasp, eyes glued to the tree, pulling away to glance into Arthur’s eyes, “How ever did you get it here?”

“With a little help.” Arthur nods towards the horse station where Sugar and Jasper are laying in the hay, nuzzling each other sweetly. As if knowing, Sugar whinnies towards you softly, followed by a quiet neigh from Jasper.

Your eyes wander back towards the tree in front of you, and then to Arthur once again. His hands slide down from your waist, thumbs settling into the dimples in your back.

“It's beautiful.” You say.

“It’s all yours.”

In all of your life, Arthur has been the first person to cater to your emotions– to care about them. Your heart fills with love, so much that it overflows and floods the earth at your feet. Soaking into the ground of the camp, touching the hearts of the others around you.

“I love you.” You whisper, head resting on Arthur’s chest, eyes fixed on a cardinal that’s pecking at the popped corn on the tree.

“I-” Arthur pauses, realizing. His brow furrows, eyes flickering down, “Wait, what?”

“I said I love you.” You reiterate, chin propped on his chest to look up at him. Arthur looks nearly blown away by the words. Words he’s not heard from you yet. Words that he’s nearly let slip time and again over the past few months.

Arthur’s lips crack into a smile, crows feet wrinkling for the action. His thumb brushes your cheek before trailing down to your chin, pulling you in towards his lips. You lean on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his, meeting him with all the love and joy that you never thought would be possible for you. He’s taken you from a bad situation, and given you everything you could have wanted and more. Your lips press against his, pink-tinged noses lining each other. Your eyes flutter shut, snowflakes catching in your thick lashes as you deepen the kiss. Your fingers tangle into the hair at the base of his neck, your tongues dance with one another.

When you pull away to breathe, your eyes lock with his, sparkling with light.

“I love you too.” He smirks, hands wrapping under your thighs, eliciting giggles from you as he hoists you into his arms. Fat snowflakes fall into your hair as Arthur turns towards your tent, ready to carry you to bed.

“No- wait!” You grip his arm, stopping him in his tracks, “Please, Arthur- just five more minutes. I’d like to keep looking at the tree.”

Arthur pauses, brushing your cold cheek, “Alright. Five more minutes.” He smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your hair.

The tree shines bright as ever, as if god had sprinkled stardust down from the heavens, painting your tree in beautiful white light.

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ada7201 · 4 months

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I like your writing about the Blue Lock player female reader! Can you do a Sae one? Sae saw the reader for the first time in the Blue Lock vs Japan u20 match. Before the match, he hears something about a girl being a football player in Blue Lock. This surprised him and made him curious about why would they let a girl in a male team. He didn't think much about it, as he is on his arrogant and egoistic self as usual. When he sees the reader, he falls in love with her. He had never seen such a cute and beautiful girl like her before. During the match, the reader crushes him badly. She takes the ball from him so many times, she outsmarts him very easily and sometimes he doesn't even notice that he doesn't have the ball anymore. From the moment he notices it, the reader will already make a goal. Her football skills impress him so much. He never thought that a girl like her would be good at football, even better than him. He wanted to talk to her. After the match, while Ego lets the players go outside to spend a day, Sae finds the reader. He told her to be his striker and come to Spain with him. Sae thinks that she is the only person who deserves his passes. He wanted her to be his striker and wanted to be her midfielder. But it's not just about football. Sae was using football as an excuse to spend time with her.

STOPP this one is such a good idea!! im so excited to write this one (˃̵ᴗ˂̵) also, i haven’t finished the blue lock manga and i don’t know how the u20 match finished - but since we’re the main character here, i’ll just make it end how i want :P also, i misread a bit of your request so i made it that we have a little crush on Sae. oops. sorry, hope that you still enjoy this 🥲

and im so glad you liked my writing! ♡

an angel? ★彡 Itoshi Sae x female reader

(im also open for more requests, so feel free to suggest some things!)

“Sae! have you heard about the girl at blue lock?” Oliver would ask the man in front of him. “apparently she’s a real looker! you think she’d go for a man like me?” he chuckles, grinning at the thought of you - you must be really talented.

“a girl?” Sendo would raise an eyebrow at Oliver’s bold words. “there’s no a way a girl would be on an all boy’s team! that’s impossible.” he adds.

“nah, i saw her!” Shidou would beam from behind the three males. “she was hot! like, a total babe! you get where im coming from?” he swooned, thinking back on the first time he met you - you were standing next to that strange kid… Isagi, or something? he wasn’t paying attention to him - his eyes were focused on you.

“yeah, sure.” Sae scoffed, rolling his eyes at his teammates behaviour. you’re just a girl, not much to talk about. although, it did intrigue him. how was a girl allowed in the team?

he shouldn’t dwell on it - he’ll learn more during the match. with a girl on the team or not, he’ll crush blue lock easily.

when the u20 team finally got onto the field, Sae’s sharp teal eyes immediately landed on you.

his eyes widened at the sight of you.

there you stood, in all your glory, simply stretching out a little with a gentle smile on your face - listening to your teammate Bachira ramble.

were you… glowing?

is that an angel?

“she’s cute, isn’t she?” Shidou snickered from behind Sae. “not as cute as you〜” he’d add with a wink.

Sae payed no mind to Shidou’s comment, he simply kept his eyes on you.

had he ever seen such a beautiful girl? everything you did was just - wow!

as the match started, Sae was basically hypnotised as he watched you play.

then, he’d finally shake his head and say things like “no more. get that - stupidly cute girl off of your mind and play!”

but you’d be right there. he had gotten the ball after ages - and was just about to pass it - before you ran straight past him, that cute smile on your face as you snatched the ball from him.

he didn’t even notice.

“she looked at me.” he’d think, eyes shimmering at the thought that you looked at him!

he’d snap out of it quickly as he realised there was no ball at his feet, quickly turning his body before his eyes once again, landed on your retreating figure.

goal! l/n y/n scored!

he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sae! what are you doing?!” Oliver would shout from the other side of the field. oh, right - he was in a match. an actual match - against blue lock!

you giggled softly at the man’s silliness, he had completely zoned out!

he looked handsome even while staring into space, you thought.

you watched as Sae got back into position, admiring his features. you’d watched a few of his matches before, trying to educate yourself and find ways to win and improve - but you never expected for Sae to be so … hot.

of course, his games were very good to watch - you learnt his technique and how he plays, along with how to beat him - but now that you’re seeing him in person, you finally remember how handsome he is!

you squealed softly to yourself, hands placed on your warm cheeks as you giggled. he’s so cute!

“y/nnn! get back to the game!” Bachira would chuckle at your behaviour. he knew how you felt, he listened you whenever you’d talk about your mini crush on Sae.

it started off as a celebrity crush, but now that he’s really here - you think you actually like him!

“don’t tell me you’re crushing on my lukewarm brother?” Rin asked, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour. “we’re supposed to be learning how to beat them - not how to fall in love with them.” he’d sigh, closing your laptop.

right! you’re not here to giggle about.

you rushed straight towards Sae - who had the ball at the moment - and aimed to take the ball away from him, only for him to pass it towards Shidou.

you huffed, running towards Shidou instead. how annoying, you thought!

Sae thought he could die right there. the face you made was so cute! he watched the way you took a pass from one of your teammates, and scored, yet another, goal.

by the time the match was done, you had scored the most goals for your team - and had forgotten about Sae, along with your little crush. that didn’t even matter - you won!

you giggled with your team, hugging Rin tightly.

“we won!” you cheered, ignoring the way his cheeks grew red at the sudden embrace.

Sae watched with a frown.

he remembered each score you managed to get, each time you stole the ball from him, and each time you ran by him - he thought he was in love.

he had never seen a girl so good at soccer!

was she better than him? she had to be! how could she outsmart him like that? and so easily, too!

Sae watched as your team left, and he couldn’t shake the feeling off that he needed to talk to you.

so that’s what he did.

as soon as you got out of the locker room, he walked towards you - teal eyes narrowing.

“y/n!” he’d call out, speeding up slightly to catch up to you.

you turned around at the call of your name, your pretty e/c eyes widening at the appearance of Sae.

he was even prettier up close.

“y/n, right?” he says, looking down at you. he watched the way you hesitantly nod, tilting your head to the side curiously after.

“look, i have something to propose -“ he starts, followed by a sigh. “be my striker. come to Spain with me, you’re the only player that could ever deserve my passes. please?” he said, rather bluntly.

you just stared up at him, eyes wide - what?

“i mean - okay - but, what about blue lock?” you ask, nervous. what was he even saying? and why did you agree without knowing? what are you doing!

“i’ll take care of it.” he said simply.

“you’ll take care of it?” you ask, raising an eyebrow

“yes.” he responds quickly. “you’ll be my striker, and i’ll be your midfielder. you won’t have to worry about blue lock again.” he adds.

you just nod at his words, suddenly feeling butterflies. was it always this hot?

Sae looked down at you. his striker! he was so excited.

he tried his hardest to hold back the smile on his face, but couldn’t resist once he saw you giggle excitedly.

“yay!” you cheered, before giving the man a hug. “i’ll be your striker!”

are you an angel?

#itoshi sae #itoshi sae x you #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #sae x reader #sae x you #sae x y/n #blue lock #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk

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gimmethatagustd · 6 months

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okay I’m here like two business days later with that request because my adhd brain forgot about it lmao

GHOSTFACE!! YOONGI!! I added the picture of yoongi because I had a very ~specific~ yoongi look in mind when thinking of this loll. I’m thinking Halloween party vibes?? or any other way that a costume would make sense. idk I’m making this request late at night so my brain is half turned off. I’m kind of letting you take the reins here and make it as spooky as you feel comfortable with. like I said I’d love to see your take on this because I love your mind <3

You've had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn't know is that he's had his eyes on you, too.

↳ pairing: yoongi x f!reader

↳ wc/date: 1.4k | October 2023

↳ warnings: dubcon, knife play, blood play, yandere vibes, mc is afraid but also turned on, mc is confused and so am i, slut shaming, humiliation, lowkey gaslighting/victim-blaming, a toxic relationship at the least, vaginal fingering, open ending, i wrote this half asleep and without editing

↳ notes: i have no idea what the fuck this is 🥲 pls forgive me. idk how this happened

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? freak - sub urban ft. rei ami

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The wind kicks dry leaves across the sidewalk, swirling them around your feet. Twisting your torso around, you glance over your shoulder as you walk. One of your red stiletto heels falls in the crack between the slabs of concrete. Pain blooms in your ankle when you wobble. The sound of you sucking a breath through your clenched teeth is the only thing disrupting the still, crisp autumn air.

Until you hear it again.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

It sounds like metal on metal, perhaps the jingle of keys or buckles knocking into each other as someone walks.

Alcohol warms your cheeks and chest despite how revealing your red corset and miniskirt are. Still, you know that the sound following you ever since you left Jungkook’s Halloween party is real and not some alcohol-induced paranoia from walking home alone at two in the morning on Halloween.

Jungkook hadn’t wanted you to walk, but finding an Uber so late at night would be impossible, and everyone else at the party had been too drunk to drive you home.

Two blocks isn’t much at all.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sidewalk is empty when you twist around and try not to trip again. Streetlights cast shadows across the grass that could be people. Or animals. Or monsters. Creatures of the night.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly unlock the gate that opens to wooden stairs leading to the backdoor of your apartment on the second floor. You rush up the stairs as quickly as you can in the stupid heels your best friend convinced you to wear because they’re sexy, and you both thought they might help you catch the eye of a certain boy.

It wasn’t worth the trouble, though. The certain boy barely looked your way.

For a second too long, you stall, fumbling with your keys to find the one that will unlock your backdoor. Your fingers feel numb from the cold, and your reflexes are dulled by whatever was in the punch Hoseok made. Perhaps that’s why you don’t know what looms behind you until its body has yours pressed against your door.

Sticking your hands out, you try to stop yourself from hitting your face. It works, but now your arms are trapped between your body and the door. Your keys fall with a hollow thud, and for a heartbeat, the world is silent, like every creature in existence is holding its breath.

Every creature except for the one crowding you against the door. It breathes, hot and heavy, against the shell of your ear, scattering goosebumps across your skin. You’re burning up from its body heat, the creature big and firmly pressed against every inch of you.

But what makes your knees tremble isn’t the oppressive force of this thing sticking to you like a second skin. It’s the clink and then something cool and sharp pressed against your throat.

You can’t swallow down your nerves without fear of your throat bobbing against what you guess is a large knife.

“Are you scared?” a voice whispers. Soft lips brush the tip of your ear. Then a nose, buttoned and cold, drags along the side of your neck. “You’re being such a good girl, didn’t even scream.”

Fear clutches your heart, but that voice strokes a fire in your core. It’s sick how you shiver against the man’s chest because you know it isn’t only because you’re scared of him.

“You’re not funny, Yoongi,” you say with a shaky breath and do your best not to move too much when you talk.

Yoongi chuckles into your shoulder, where he’s nuzzled his face. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

The knife glides down your throat at the point with not enough pressure to break the skin but just enough for it to feel uncomfortable.

“Are you gonna let me in?”

It’s not a real knife. Yoongi is your friend; he wouldn’t threaten you. Or, at least, you think he’s your friend. He’d ignored you all night, though.

“Did you seriously follow me all the way here at two in the morning just to scare me?” You elbow him out of the way so you can bend down to retrieve your keys.

“Yeah,” Yoongi admits with a gummy smile.

Inside your apartment, you can get a better look at him. His costume is just his regular clothes with a Ghostface mask, though he isn’t wearing the mask anymore. It’s tied to one of his belt loops. The side bumps against the metal of his belt when he walks.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Yoongi’s grin grows. “Jungkook didn’t want you walking by yourself.”

“Then why didn’t you walk with me instead of following me around like a creep?”

You kick off your heels and take ginger steps toward the kitchen, the balls of your feet throbbing. Out of the corner of your eye, Yoongi shrugs. His pretty black hair falls against his shoulders and curls into his eyelashes when he tilts his head to watch you.

“You knew I was there,” he doesn’t ask, just smiles when you roll your eyes.

Catching your wrist, Yoongi stops you from crossing the living room to the kitchen. His grip on you is bruising when he yanks you into his chest. It’s claustrophobic and makes your stomach churn when you twist your wrist, and Yoongi doesn’t let go.

“I’m thirsty.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, can’t manage to get any louder. “Let me go.”

“Interesting,” Yoongi murmurs. “I’m thirsty, too.”

You follow his eyes when he drops his chin to peer between your bodies. At the same time, you feel the cool edge of the knife drag up your thigh. The tip eventually catches on the edge of your miniskirt. In one swift motion, Yoongi flicks the knife up and cuts through the thin, stretchy fabric. A thin line of blood sprouts from the shallow cut his knife makes up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, watching little dribbles of blood trickle down your leg. Heat spreads from the cut across your thigh and unfurls in your stomach.

The dim lighting of your living room reflects in warm tones within Yoongi’s dark irises. Squeezing your wrist even tighter, he walks you backward until your legs hit the edge of your couch.

“You liked it,” Yoongi points out with a tut of his tongue, his tone condescending and judgemental. The shame it stirs in your chest makes it hard for you to breathe. “Let me press you up against the door. Mark you up with this,” he twirls the knife around, making a show of how loosely he grasps it.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi brings the knife to your lips to silence you. The tip glistens with your blood.

“Keep quiet like a good girl for me, okay, sweetheart?” Yoongi kneels on the couch in between your spread legs. The position forces your ruined skirt higher up your thighs, exposing your sheer red thong.

You watch in amazement as Yoongi drags the tip of his knife up your inner thigh until he reaches the edge of your thong. Lightly, he drags the tip along your clothed pussy. It doesn’t cut you, but you can’t stop shaking because it could, and you don't know what that would mean for you if you admitted that you kind of want it to.

“Why are you–”

“Shhh, don’t play so innocent,” Yoongi murmurs. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You dressed up so pretty for me. Look so good in red; I wanted to see more of it on you.”

The knife presses against the crease of your inner thigh and slices upward, giving you another shallow cut while cutting you loose from your thong.

You moan when Yoongi drags his cold fingers along your folds, dig your nails into his forearm when he plunges two fingers into your pussy and makes your muscles flutter.

“So wet for me, fuck, you’re such a slut,” Yoongi moans as your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers despite the press of the bloodied blade against your throat.

"Yoongi, please," you buck into his hand, urging him to fuck you faster. Your thighs sting from the cuts, and your legs are wet with little streams of blood, but you've never felt so close to an orgasm so quickly in your life.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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Hi can I request Andrew, Luca, William, Wu Chang and Antonio reacting to having an s/o that can crush a watermelon between her thighs.

this req made me shit bricks when i first received it in august LMFAOOOO this was so fun to write anon thank you so much for this/gen

andrew, luca, william, wu chang and antonio reacting to their s/o crushing a watermelon between their thighs🕸⚡🏈☂️🎻

andrew kreiss🕸

he is... confused to say the least

when you first did it he jumped out of fear thinking you hurt yourself by doing so

this man would probably burst into flames after one pretzel stick he has NO idea how to react

....he'd be lying if he said it doesn't interest him though

like. he is INCREDIBLY lost and maybe even disturbed but like. do it again

"is this something they do to sinners in hell? can you use it as self defense? does it hurt your thighs?" a bit gulity of asking these questions ngl but he can't help it

might start avoiding you after that... simply out of fear that it was a bad omen and that you might try crushing his skull instead when he messes up in the games LMAO

william ellis🏈

not shocked at all

he didnt even fucking flinch when it burst he just stood there with his usual 😃 face

"hehe. nice. now watch me" (proceeds to crush a watermelon with his own thighs)

tbh william can be competitive as hell and he would somehow make a competition out of this too

after that whenever y'all ate watermelon in the manor he always shouted "DID YOU GUYS KNOW ___ CAN CRUSH WATERMELONS WITH THEIR THIGHS¿¿¿¿¿ GO ON ___ SHOW THEM!!!!"

might ask you details on how you train/build your thighs just in case...there's always room for self-improvement

next time he sees you he's going to whip out two watermelons and ask you if you can crush both at the same time (cheeky bastard)

luca balsa⚡

mans is just losing his shit at it

"how do you do it??????? how long did you have to build your legs for this??? at what angle does it crush the fastest/easiest???? what technique did you use???" like andrew but with zero self control or fear

so intrigued he'll whip out the nerd glasses and the notepad to study it. bring a few extra watermelons cause once he begins you'll realize it's gonna be a looooong day

i kinda think that he'd be more interested in the physics aspect of it than the crushing itself tbh

after enough research he would try to crush one with his own thighs

...which didn't really go well🥲he's got chopstick legs but we still love him

that absolutely did not discourage him though. he'll find a way to do it himself. somehow. one day.

wu chang☂️

their reactions are quite different

at first they just kinda... side eye each other. not condescendigly tho they just have to clarify they're both seeing the same thing since they didn't expect this when you told them you have a suprise for them

xie is like ☺ "thats... very cute honey!! i'm very proud of you!!!! you've been working very hard!!!!"

no idea how to properly react or process it really but since you seem really happy about it he simply has to share your enthusiasm okay!!! xie the world

fan just smirks. "now crush a pumpkin."

this motherfucker is going to tease you and give you more and more impossible physical challenges just to make you all red in your face and see you angrily give up just crush his head instead at this point

would rather drown himself in that goddamn river again than admit out loud that it's absolutely badass but it becomes obvious after some time. he's not an emotional mastermind after all

antonio paganini🎻

not overwhelmed by it either! hes just chill like dat

he finds it so funny actually - he's grown tired of all the elegant plays and balls that he experienced while playing for royalty so this little peculiar performance of yours put a wide smile on his face

it gave him a good laugh too, not in a mocking way it's just so bizarre and unexpected that he couldn't help but laugh

would joke about it like "i love a partner that can just beat the shit out of me" after seeing it lmao

"you can kill people with that, but personally i wouldn't have an issue with it if it was your thighs in question~" what a fucking flirt GET HIM OUT

if you'd challenge him to do the same he'd just give up after the first two tries... his legs aren't his best asset

he CAN crush a watermelon with his hair though. maybe you should be more careful the next time you try to wriggle out from its grip...

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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sevika with a daughter has been plaguing my minddddd;

sevika with a daughter who’s going through her first heartbreak omg. sevika would be so clueless on how to help but she would still go to war and die for her little girl, so she’s still right by her side as she cries her eyes out 🥲🥲

oh no poor baby little fucker :(((( yes this is so cute lets do it

men and minors dni

you and sevika are making out on the couch, your glasses of wine and plates of pizza abandoned on the coffee table, the movie you'd put on forgotten.

the kid's out on a date with her girlfriend, which means you and sevika have the entire house to yourself. it's rare these days that little fucker isn't just around the corner, waiting to cockblock the two of you, so you've both decided to make the most of it.

"fuck, i've missed you." sevika mumbles against your lips. you hum and pull away from her to smile.

"we had sex last night!" you say. sevika giggles.

"well, yeah, but it was a fuckin' quickie in the basement. i like takin' my time with you." she says with a shrug. you snort and lean back in to kiss her again.

"you're such a romantic." you say. sevika chuckles.

"only for you."

behind you, the front door slams open, and your daughter comes storming into the house. you both jump off of each other, turning to look over the back of your couch as little fucker sobs and flings her shoes and coat off, before running up the stairs to her room. you blink, then look at your wife.

"rock paper scissors?" you offer. sevika snorts then nods. you both smack your fists against your palms three times before you shoot. sevika sticks out scissors, and you stick out paper. you groan. "fuck." you say. sevika just chuckles and shrugs, leaning forward to press play on the movie and bring her pizza back in her lap. you huff as you get off the couch, pressing a kiss to sevika's scalp, before running up the stairs after your daughter.

there's music and sobbing coming from the other side of her door. you knock softly. "baby?" you call. "can i come in?"

the music lowers to a gentle hum, and you can hear your daughter sniffle. "y-yeah." she mumbles.

you gently push open her door, your heart breaking at the sight of her. she's curled into the middle of her bed, a stuffed animal clung to her chest, a pile of blankets wrapped around her as she cries. the mascara and eyeliner she'd put on for her date have all dissolved into black tear tracks down her cheeks. your poor fucking baby.

you quickly rush over to her bed, wrapping yourself around her where she's crying, pressing a kiss to her head and wiping up her tears. "what's goin' on, baby?" you ask.

"she broke up with me!" your girl cries.

oh fuck. you think.

"she broke up with me in the middle of dinner! in the middle of the restaurant! and then she made me take a fucking uber home because she didn't want to give me a ride while i was crying!"

"what the fuck?" you ask.

"i know!" she wails. you kiss her forehead again and hold her as she shakes.

"what happened, honey?" you ask. your girl sobs.

"sh-sh-she's been cheating on me! with wendy mcpherson--the star of the soccer team." she cries.

your heart shatters in your chest, and you let out a shaky sigh as you pull your kid impossibly closer to your chest.

"that fucking asshole!"

"i know!" she says. "and it's our six month anniversary!" she wails.

you try to blink back the tears that well up in your eyes as your heart breaks for your baby. you sniffle as you begin to pet her hair, letting her tears soak your shirt as she cries against you.

"she-- she went to the bathroom before our food came." your daughter starts. her voice gets wobbily as she continues. "and her phone started blowing up, so i checked it! i was worried it was her mom-- she's always worrying when we're out, and i was just gonna text back and say hello! you know mrs. gardenia likes me, i was just going to re-assure her we were safe. b-but it wasn't mrs. gardenia." she whimpers. "i-it was wendy."

"oh baby." you whisper.

"sh-sh-she was sending all these flirty picutres in her bra-- at first i thought it was a mistake-- but i scrolled up on their messages and apparently they've been talking for a month." she cries.

"fuck." you whisper. your daughter cries and nods.

"and wendy's so fucking pretty, ma. she's got this perfect long hair and washboard fucking abs and huge tits... of course she'd choose wendy over me." she cries again.

you sigh shakily, and press a firm kiss to your daughter's head.

"wendy mcpherson's got nothing on you, baby, you hear me?" you ask. "you're beautiful. you're the specialist, smartest, funniest kid i know. you've got a great sense of humor, and the prettiest eyes, and a great ass-- you can thank your mom for that-- she's a fucking idiot for dumping you. she's an idiot for cheating on you. i'm gonna fucking kill her." you whisper that last part, but your daughter hears, and luckily, it makes her laugh. you kiss her again. "i'm so fuckin' sorry, kid. this sucks."

"it sucks so bad." she agrees. "i feel like i'm dying." she mumbles. you pout.

"what can i do to make it better, babe?" you ask. she shrugs.

"i dunno."

"we got that triple chocolate icecream you like in the freezer? i can bring up the whole carton and a spoon?" you offer. your girl peeks her head out from your chest to blink up at you.

"can you bring the whipped cream too? and maybe some hot chips?" she asks.

"i'll bring you the whole fuckin' cupboard, baby. just wait here, okay?" you ask. she nods.

"thanks, ma." she whispers.

you press another kiss to her head, wiping up her tears, before you disentangle yourself from her and crawl out of her bed.

as you walk back downstairs, sevika looks over the back of the couch at you.

"what's goin' on?" she asks. you sigh and wave for her to follow you into the kitchen.

"that stupid fucking kid cheated on our girl." you growl. sevika gasps.

"she did not!"

"dumped her in the middle of fucking dinner when she got caught. then she made her take an uber home so she wouldn't have to deal with her tears." you say as you pull a tray out of a drawer, before turning to the freezer.

"what the fuck!?" sevika shouts. you nod.

"that's what i said."

"she probably made her take an uber home so she wouldn't have to deal with us." sevika growls. you nod.

"i know, right? i never thought i'd feel murderous toward a fucking kid but fuck." you say as you load up the tray with the ice cream and whip cream. you close the fridge and walk to the pantry, pulling out a big bag of hot chips and tossing it onto the tray. you sigh, and then reach for a bag of gummy worms, a box of cheesy crackers, and a bottle of cran-pineapple juice, piling it on top of the tray.

"i know a guy who could make it happen, you know." sevika mutters, glaring at the floor. you laugh and hip check her as you leave the kitchen.

"i think a mom in prison'll fuck her up more than a broken heart, but i like where your head's at." you say. sevika snorts, then follows you up the stairs to your daughter's room.

you and sevika spend the evening curled around your girl, taking turns holding her as she cries, while the other lists off less-than-desirable qualities about her now ex-girlfriend.

little fucker eats and laughs and cries, and eventually, she slumps to sleep on sevika's shoulder.

you sigh as you look down at her.

"poor fuckin' kid." sevika mutters. you nod.

"she'll be okay, right?"

"'course she will." sevika says, nodding and rubbing your sleeping daughter's back. "it'll suck for a bit, but she's gonna be fine. she's strong-- she's your daughter." she says, smiling at you. you chuckle.

"i think she gets that from you sev." you say. sevika chuckles, then reaches out with her free arm to grab your hand.

"go sleep in our bed. i'll stay here with her." sevika says. you pout.

"and leave the family sleepover? i don't think so." you say, settling down in the small bed beside sevika. she chuckles.

"our backs are gonna kill tomorrow." she mumbles. you laugh.

"worth it for her, though." you say. sevika hums.

"definitely."

little fucker sleeps through the whole next day. you wake her up in the morning for pancakes-- her favorite-- and she eats and sniffles, before going back to bed.

sevika comes home from working in the yard and frowns when little fucker isn't sitting on the couch like she usually is, flipping through the tv channels as she 'does her homework.'

"she's still in bed?" sevika asks as she kisses you hello. you sigh and nod.

"she got up for lunch a few hours ago-- i made her grilled cheese and tomato soup. she started crying half way through. apparently she who shall not be named liked grilled cheese too." you say.

sevika hums, a concentrated expression on her face. you smile.

"what?" you ask. she chuckles and shrugs.

"i... i had an idea while i was out gardening. might help her feel better." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she smiles. "do we have any eggs?"

a few hours later, the three of you are dressed in all black, cruising through the city streets in sevika's car. your daughter is guiding sevika toward the gardenia's house, a nervous smile on her face as you get closer and closer.

"i can't believe we're doing this." she giggles. you smile.

"it was your mom's idea." you say. she grins.

"mom! you're an evil genius!" she shouts. you laugh, and sevika smiles proudly.

"trust me kid, this is tame in comparison to some of the shit i was thinking up this morning." she says. you and your girl laugh. "i was diggin' to plant those new tulips, and i had to keep remembering i wasn't digging a grave." she says. you snort and elbow her and she winces. "ow! what, i'm serious!" she says. you just roll your eyes as your kid laughs.

"it's up here on the left." she says. sevika slows the car down to a crawl, turning the headlights off as she pulls up in front of the gardenia's house.

it's dark inside-- hopefully, they're all sleeping.

you all tumble out of the car, giddy and nervous as you round the car to open the trunk, pulling out three cartons of eggs and a package of toilet paper.

little fucker squeals.

"i've never done something so stupid and fun before!" she whispers. you laugh.

"c'mon." you whisper, running onto their front yard. your daughter giggles as she follows you, sevika following behind her.

sevika throws the first egg, and you all giggle as it hits and splatters all over their front door.

you go next, aiming for the roof. you miss by a few feet, hitting a wall instead, but it's just as satisfying as the roof would be.

finally, it's your daughters turn. she pulls an egg out of her carton and kisses it, before sending it flying through the air. it smacks against a window, yolk and shell streaking down the window pane. you all laugh.

"nice one baby!" you shout. she snorts.

"okay, hurry up before they wake up." sevika whispers.

you all start lobbing egg after egg at the house. most of yours miss and land on the yard, so you hand your girl your carton so she can double fist 'em, while you tear open the pack of toilet paper and start throwing the rolls up into the tree branches above you.

sevika and your kid are both giggling like kids as lob eggs at the house, and sevika even manages to get one up into the chimney. they both holler in celebration.

the front porch light comes on, and you all scream.

sevika launches the last few eggs at the front door, while your daughter takes off toward the car. you throw the last few rolls of toilet paper into the tree before taking off after her, grabbing sevika's hand and dragging her behind her as you run.

"what the fuck?" a voice calls out as you all flee. sevika turns over her shoulder to shout.

"your kid's a fucking asshole!"

you're all giggling and huffing for breath as you pile into the car, and sevika pulls off with a whoop of victory, honking her horn all the way down the street. in the backseat, your kid's laughing so hard she's silent, and you reach back to grab her hand.

"feel better?" you ask. she wipes away her tears and nods.

"so much better." she says, giggling. you smile.

sevika drives you all through a drive thru, ordering burgers and fries and milkshakes, before she takes out out of town and drives the car up onto a lookout over the city. the three of you get out of the car to sit on the hood, little fucker squished between you as she stuffs her face.

"they're never gonna get that toilet paper outta their tree." she says, smiling. you laugh.

"you've got a fuckin' arm on you, kid." sevika says, ruffling your daughter's hair. "a couple of times i thought your eggs were gonna break their windows!" she says.

little fucker giggles, before resting her head on your shoulder. you press a kiss to her scalp.

"i love you kid. i'm sorry your first girlfriend was a bitch." you say. she sighs.

"i love you too ma. and you mom." she says, reaching out to grab sevika's hand. sevika smiles, leaning down to smack a slobbery kiss to her cheek, making her squeal.

"someday you're gonna meet someone who sees what a fucking catch you are, kid. until then, you got me and your ma to take care of you, okay?" she asks. your daughter nods, tears brimming in her eyes.

"you guys are the best." she says shakily. you smile against her. "and... so much fucking cooler than i thought." she says, giggling.

you laugh, and sevika's jaw drops in faux-offense as she reaches out to tickle your kid.

"you little shit, we've always been cool!" she says. your daughter squeals.

"ah, mom, stop!" she laughs. sevika stops, but presses another wet kiss to her forehead. little fucker groans and wipes her face clean.

"so you just thought you were cool outta nowhere? no way kid, you got it all from us." you say. your daughter snorts.

"whatever you say, ma." she laughs.

you just smile and kiss her forehead again.

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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An Aaron Warner Fic!!!!! Plzzzzzzzzz

Dare

Summary: The one she loves only has eyes for someone her friend.

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A/n: You didnt think i would give up the opportunity to write some angst, did you?

a lil treat for you all, two fics in a day 😉

Also, veryyyy smalllll, but i guess its alright, right? 🥲

enjoy!

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Y/n smiled at something Kenji said, though she did not really listen or understand. She only realised it was a joke because Brendan and Winston laughed.

She tried to pay attention, she really did, but couldn't, not when all her attention was focused on the man on the other side of the room, sitting next to the woman who had the power to either save or doom all of the people gathered.

And he was smiling, in a way he never did for anyone but her.

It always stung Y/n how much he cared for her, but she could do nothing about it. And even if she could, she would not do anything, because Juliette was her friend, and Y/n would never take away her friend's happiness.

The two of them had not confirmed their relationship, but it was apparent that there was something between them.

Y/n sighed, turning back to the dinner she had in front of her, knowing she should eat rather than picking at it, but she simply couldn't bring herself to stomach anything these days.

Maybe it had something to do with her sleeping problems. Or maybe she simply disliked the food provided.

"Y/n?" Kenji called.

"Yes?" Had he been calling her?

"Do you wanna play a game?" Kenji gave her a knowing look, his eyes filled with sympathy.

"Sure. What are we playing?"

"Strip truth or dare." With a grin, Kenji began teaching everyone how to play this game, throwing out absurd rules, and everyone protested at how he simply made them up, and he pouted.

"I promise! It will be so much fun!"

Y/n laughed at his misery, agreeing to play. Once she had agreed, everyone decided to play.

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Y/n regretted her decision to play not two minutes later.

"Y/n! It's your turn!" Winston screeched, and Y/n dipped her head, blushing furiously.

She either had to choose between truth or dare, and if she failed to answer or do the dare, she would lose one article of clothing.

Currently, she was sitting in only her pants and undergarments. Kenji only had his pants and one sock on, Winston and Brendan having lost their shoes and one sock each, though they still had their shirts on.

Y/n envied them.

"What is going on here?"

Y/n sat up straighter, wishing to be anywhere but here.

"We are playing strip truth or dare." Winston replied, and Y/n turned to find a confused looking Aaron staring at the little group.

His eyebrows rose impossibly higher, and he glanced down at her. "I thought you were the smart one here."

She blinked, a blush staining her cheeks at his attention. "You can't say no when you know they will not leave you alone until you agree to whatever they want." She gestured vaguely with her hand, and Aaron. Actually. Grinned.

Y/n's lips parted, and she stared at him for a moment longer before she turned back towards the table.

"You should play too." Kenji sad just as Juliette came to stand next to Aaron.

After the rules had been explained as everyone scrambled to put their clothes back on, the game started again, now including Aaron and Juliette.

"So, let's start with Warner." Kenji wiggled his eyebrows, and Y/n knew that he only asked to get under Aaron's skin.

She smiled, shaking her head fondly.

Aaron glanced at Juliette before answering. "Dare."

"Awesome. Kiss the person you are attracted to or lose an article of clothing."

Aaron glared at the man across from him, and Y/n spoke up, hoping to get Aaron to not kill Kenji.

"You don't have to kiss anyone. Simply remove your shoe-"

Before the last word had even escaped her mouth, Aaron's lips were on hers.

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General taglist: @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

#aaron warner #aaron x reader #shatter me x reader #shatter me #shatter me headcanons #shatter me series #juliette ferrars #tahereh mafi

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writefightandflightclub · 6 months

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Hi Luna, I hope you're doing well! 🤍 Do you have any soft or romantic headcannons for Jake? I'd love to hear your take on him

Hi lovely!

Thanks for this ask! 🧡☺️ Hope you are having a good week!

This is the one time I’ve written Jake. Should give a good sense of where I’m at with him and his characterisation, if you’d like to have a look! (Though it’s a little angsty! 🥲)

Soft or romantic headcanons? I’ve given it a try, though I only have a few for now! He still proves somewhat elusive to me, though I’d love to get to know him better!

Jake likes to keep his mouth busy. That means he loves to pepper you with idle kisses, wherever you are. If you’re out playing pool with him, he’ll take your hand in his, drawing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it like some gallant prince. If you’re helping him in his garage as he works on his latest restoration, he’ll ease you down on to the bonnet to plant sweet, pecked kisses all over your face. You’ll giggle as his hands find you, complaining of the oil stains, but he’s always so careful with you. Only ever careful with you. If he does smudge some oil on your skin by mistake he’ll take your hand and lead you to the sink, taking a clean rag (he bought a set special for you when you started coming down here regular so it would be softer on your skin). He’ll gently clean the spot for you before softly smiling at you, and he can never resist kissing the spot once it’s all cleaned off. He always has some old-timey music playing over his speaker when he’s in there too, and he loves to draw you into his arms and sweep you across the sad concrete floor, spinning and twirling you. Swaying you slow in his arms and making the cluttered, dismal garage feel like a ballroom. You never feel safer than when he’s swaying you in his arms like this, and you love the way his beautiful, warm voice filters into the shell of your ear as he inevitably sings or hums along. Plus, you love to feel the gentle rhythm and sway of his body pressed all warm and sturdy and reassuring next to yours.

He’s chivalrous. Traditional in many ways, which takes some getting used to. He’ll open the door for you to walk through first. He’ll always walk you on the inside of the pavement so you are never at risk of being splashed by a big ol’ London puddle as the cars skim by. He’ll hold his umbrella over you if it’s raining. And, if you get cold, he’s going to slip off his overcoat, his driving gloves, and his flatcap, offering them to you. He’ll slip his jacket smoothly around your shoulders. He’ll tenderly clasp your hands and slip his gloves on, blowing on your fingers and rubbing them between his palms to warm them first. And finally, he’ll settle his flat cap on the top of your head, his eyes skimming over you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world when he does that, his eyes shining for you. Tongue skimming out over his lips. He likes to grip the point of your chin, tenderly, between his thumb and forefinger. “Mi corazon,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss, his face wet with speckled drizzle from the dismal London weather, and his lips impossibly soft, moustache tickling your skin in a way you have come to love. Sometimes, when you head out and declare “oh, I need my coat!” he’ll say no, with a cheeky, gummy grin. That’s because he loves to take care of you like this - in any way he can - and enjoys the sight of you looking like you’re “his”.

Jake is an incredible cook. He’ll whip up a storm in the kitchen, and loves to treat you to romantic meals. One time, you head up to the flat and he has set up a dining table under the eaves, by the window. All white table cloth and shiny silverware and everything. He’s hung strings of fairy lights all over the place and set a vase of your favourite flowers int he centre of the table. He’s passionate with his cooking, and you can always taste the love with which he makes every meal. You watch him, as he continues to labour over the stove in his apron, getting everything perfect for you. “Mi amor. Ven aquí.” He scoops up a spoonful from the pan, wanting you to taste it, always blowing on the spoonful so it isn’t too hot for you.

Jake loves kittens! 🥹

Jake loves to sing to you. If ever you’re stressed or worried he will scoop you up. Take you to bed and wrap himself around you until you feel all safe and held. He will stroke you and shush you and he will sing gentle songs for you until you feel calm or ready to talk things through with him. “What’s that song, Jake?” It’s beautiful. “It’s a love song. For you.”

You know Jake can be intimidating. That he has needed to be the protector for Marc and Steven, and now, he takes care of you too. He will never let any harm or woe befall you, if he can help it. To others he may be scary or menacing, but to you he’s faithful, constant, passionate, and dedicated, and you want to protect him too.

“Thank you,” Jake says one evening as he’s holding you. “What for?” “For loving me. I always wanted to know what that felt like. Always dreamed of it.” Your heart fractures for him. “And is it what you dreamed?” “No, my love. It’s even sweeter.”

#Jake Lockley x reader #Oscar Isaac

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imagine--if · 1 year

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Hi may i ask for a niragi dating headcannons? Thank you (^-^)

Btw, I love your work

A/N: Thank you so much ☺️ I’ve been wanting to write for you all sooner, but my laptop charger decided to stop working, so I’ve been a little restricted with working and basically did this on a different computer because it’s literally impossible for me to type everything on my tiny phone screen 💀 Anyways, enjoy!! Requests are closed now but I’ll be able to answer every one that’s come in for you in the meantime 🤍

Warnings: Mentions of suggestive stuff (hickeys ☺️) and violence… is Niragi a whole warning himself lol

Quick note: These headcanons are personalised slightly since I absolutely hate how he acts with Usagi (you know what I mean 😐) so let’s say he’s more of a decent person than how he’s portrayed in some scenes 😅♥️

🖤 Dating Niragi Includes… 🖤

🤍• Aaaaghhhh it’s the strutting bully in black and white who is almost as crazy possessive with you as Banda would be 😵‍💫 have fun, because once he notices that you didn’t shy away in disgust from his bold flirtatious advances and returned his attention back at the Beach, take him, boy’s yours 😂

🤍• These headcanons are typically set in Season 2, but before the fire and Niragi’s presumed death when it all burned down, with time and privacy, you somehow found the soft side of the victim-turned-bully who desperately wants you to believe that he’s a powerful, intimidating bad boy.

🤍• Jealous jealous jealous 💀 especially with Chishiya; if the smug blonde looks at you for a moment too long with that raised brow and observant eyes? He gets Niragi’s rifle shoved into his face with a barrel of insults and threats. Because deep down, he’s still vulnerable and doesn’t want anyone turning your head or seeing that he’s not done fearless trigger happy guy, he’s just Niragi.

🤍• And if you end up telling him when you’re alone that you only want Niragi, he has to a take a second to not cry. 🥲 Still, when it’s not just you two together where he lets his walls come down, he’ll persist on showing off by declaring how he dedicates his wins in games to you or something. All the survivors nod in confirmation with wide eyes at you when you question it in amusement.

🤍• He’s not one at all to back down from PDA, since subtlety is not Niragi’s strong suit, but if you’re not comfortable with him leaving massive hickeys for the world to see and his tongue down you’re throat in wide open public… yeah, okay, a roll of his eyes but he’ll tone it down and keep an arm slung around your shoulder.

🤍• He likes you playing around with his rifle, which is a wonder, since anyone else who gets too close to it has it snatched away and pointed right in their face 😅 but Niragi’s surprisingly quiet when it’s just you two in your room, him sitting behind you and playing thoughtfully with your hair, or guiding your hands absentmindedly, while you look over the weapon’s triggers and material. Occasionally his head drops in the crook of your neck with a tired pout and he gets fed up of your attention being on it instead of him, which could lead to… well, him having your full attention 😉

🤍• But after the Beach burns down and Niragi’s presumed dead, it leaves you to stick with Arisu and his group while you stay quieter than usual, watching the colours of lovebites fade from your skin over the days and your mind drifting to the cocky bastard who you’ve seen cling to you at night, neither of you saying a word about it but just letting it happen. Being the only comfort to each other, the only person in possibly years that Niragi’s let, in or even loved.

🤍• So when you see him at that evaporation game, or threatening Chishiya and Arisu with his gun, it’s a wave of relief and tears that makes him forget what he’s doing and hold onto you like he’d never let go again 🥹 he keeps saying he’s sorry, over and over, cradling you so tight you have to tell him that you can’t breathe

🤍• However, because of what happened at the Beach, he’s now terrified all over again about you hating him because of the burns on his face, so when you assure him that you don’t care and that you’re only glad he’s still alive, he’ll get that urge to break down and cry again 🥺

🤍• He’s still as arrogant and headstrong as he was before in games and with people, but a little weaker. You’re basically his nurse, cus the dude spits blood 😶 and him being him teases about that, but really, he wants to make sure he’s strong enough to carry on and get you both safe back in the real world, where he can look out for you instead of the other way around, and be a proper kind of couple

🤍• Niragi is increasingly protective now too, since he already lost you once. There’s no way he’ll let it happen again, and it’s hard to convince him to let you do things in games without him doing it all for you with you behind him. He means well, obviously, but it can be a bit overbearing sometimes 😅

🤍• All in all, once Niragi’s in love, he’s in love, and he won’t let you go. He’s actually a really great, passionate lover, all violent cray-cray traits aside - they’re never directed at you anyway, never - and there won’t be a day that goes by where you can’t tell.

🤍• I might have to write an imagine about this now 🥹 gotta love Niragi 💕

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dollsimi · 4 months

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Their doll 2

18+

Sub!Reader, Dom Ghost, Dom Nikto, Dom König, degradation, praise, masturbation, cum, orgasm denial, edging

After what happened yesterday you tried to avoid them... however you soon find out it was a mistake. Read the first part, i think It will be easier to understand what's happening. Thank you guys for all ❤️. Once again please forgive me my english I'm trying my best🥲. Please enjoy

You were on your way to the cafeteria. You spend most of the day in the training hall trying to avoid those three at all cost. You were just too nervous to look them in the eyes after what happened yesterday. You didn't even opened the group chat, you were trying to keep yourself busy. Your plan was working until you accidentally bumped into Ghost at the cafeteria.

"Oh hey there princess...why didn't you reply to our messages? I tought we were clear yesterday"

His mask was staring down at you, and you could feel yourself shaking a little.

"I-i was just busy...I-im sorry I didn't read it yet...."

You replied rather shily and nervously. You still hoped that what happened yesterday would be forgotten and everything would be like before. However deep down you knew your going to get so much more fun with them.

"Well alright princess...then get ready for the evening, you're going to have to make it up to us. We will come to your room"

Ghost said with dark chuckle and he patted your head as he left the cafeteria. Well now you were getting nervous. What did he mean by that? You didn't even know what to expect from them...you were scared but at the same time excited. You had to admit that König, Nikto and Ghost are really hot and lots of girls were simping on them. And now you were supposed to have them all three in your room? Well that's going to be interesting.

As evening came you were getting more and more stressed. You were in your room for few hours now just cleaning around and preparing yourself mentally for whats about to come. You went to shower and just when you got out you heard a loud knock.

You immediately got yourself into your pjmas and went to open the door. With slight hesitation you opened it and there were all three of them staring down at you. Their masks hid their expression so it was impossible for you to know what was their intention.

"U-uhm hey..."

Before you could finish your sentence Nikto grabbed you by your throat with his big arm. He wasn't squeezing, you could breath almost normally however his grip was firm to show his dominance. Nikto pushed you deeper into your room with Ghost and König following behind.

"Lock the door buddy, yeah?"

"Ja, ja"

Ghost said to König and they made sure the door is locked properly so no one would interrupt them while they play. Nikto pushed you down into your bed still holding your throat.

"You thought you could get away from us so easily huh маленькая шлюшка?"

Nikto seemed to be really upset about the fact you didn't reply to him. He was rough and harsh, he was Russian after all he had to be. He needed absolute obedience from you no matter what.

He let go of your throat as the other two also came to your bed , just standing and looking at you as you were in front of them. Those three masks staring down at your petite body was making you feel vulnerable and small. You look up at them trembling slightly waiting for what's about to happen.

"Nikto is right...next time you won't get away so easily if you ignore us. You're lucky we are in a good mood. Otherwise your secret might accidentally leak"

Said Ghost with dark tone. It was visible that neither one of them were happy with you right now. Ghosts tone was really stern and harsh. You shiver and gulp nervously. Suddenly you felt a soft caressing on your leg. It was König.

"Don't worry Schatz, we won't hurt you...we just want you to be good girl for us, Ja?"

He said it with so much care that it made you feel much better and comfortable. You nod gently showing your understanding.

"Good, now why don't you repay us for your mistake doll face?"

Ghost tone was now more demanding than harsh. There was lust in it as his eyes bore into yours. You felt nervous from maintaining eye contact with him for long so you look away shily.

"I-i don't know how to..."

You replied honestly. You still didn't know what they actually wanted from you. You could hear a deep chuckle coming from Nikto, and Ghost replied to you swiftly.

"Why don't you show us more of that body doll"

"Да, раздевайся, сука"

"I can help you Liebe..."

König reached out to help you get out of those clothes but both Ghost and Nikto stop him.

"König no! Let the doll do it herself so she can give us a little show"

"убери от нее руки König"

"Gut, gut then start Schatz I don't want to wait any longer"

You just watched them from the bed with huge blush on your face. You take a deep breath to calm your beating heart and you slowly start to remove your pjmas. At first you took off your pants and then the top, revealing your soft petite body. You were now lying on the bed all naked as three masked soldiers stared down at you with lust in their eyes. You looked away because you just couldn't look them in the eyes now. You felt so embarrassed and vulnerable...the worst thing was that you were getting wet from this and the feeling of your pussy getting wet was adding to your humiliation.

These three just stared down at you for few more seconds nod saying anything until König broke the silence.

"Wow Schatz your really beautiful...braves Mädchen"

Ghost seemed to froze and Nikto couldn't take his eyes away. All three of them felt their hard on painfully pushing against their military trousers.

Königs words made you blush even deeper. You tried to hide your chest with your arms crossed over it but Ghost sat down on the bed next to your right side and took your hand into his. König did the same and sat down on your left side. They held your hands firmly and König carresed your palm softly. Nikto was still standing in front of you and he slowly spread your legs with his arm. You show your wet pussy to him half against your will and half willingly. You look away from them. A dark chuckle could be heard from Nikto as you suddenly yelp from his fingers sliding down your wet sensitive folds.

"чертова сука your wet as hell"

"She likes our attention it seems..."

Ghosts hand let go of your hand and he reached for your nipple. You gasp as you felt his fingers squeezing your nipple gently and slightly brushing against it. König noticed your reaction and he quickly did the same. Both of them were now touching your nipples, squeezing, rubbing and gently pulling on them. You were slightly moaning and whining from that pleasure. It felt so good but at the same time it only made you more needy. It was like staying on the edge without the possibility going over. Your moaning was interupted with Königs voice.

"You like having your nipples played with huh Schatz? Does it make you feel good? Do you want more?"

You eagerly nod and Ghost chuckled at that.

"Well I don't know if you deserve more doll...you know after your little disobedience today I thought this is all we can give you..."

You whine at that and look in front of yourself to look at Nitko with begging eyes hoping he would continue playing with your leaking pussy.

"Sorry шлюха, you cunt is cute and all but it doesn't deserve our attention yet..."

He said with his broken Russian accent and unzipped his pants. He let out his big cock. It was so long and veiny...it was painful to even think about it going inside. He started to slowly stroke his dick in front of you as you begged.

"P-please Im sorry it won't happen again please just touch me!"

Nikto reached his hand to your pussy and run his whole palm along it to collect your wetness. You whine and let out a soft sob as his thumb touched your clit accidently. He put that hand on his cock and used your Desprete wetness to stroke himself.

"ебать your sobs are so hot do it again"

He slapped your pussy with his free hand and you let out another sob. Tears started to form in your eyes from all the teasing. Nikto continued to stroke his cock staring at your tears. König noticed your tears and tried to shush you.

"Shhh Liebe i know it's hard to handle but next time you will at least know not to avoid us, Ja?"

You sob again and nod to him. You noticed Ghost took his cock out too...his cock wasn't as long as Niktos however it was girthy...it was so thick you just knew that if he was in you the stretch would be crazy. He slowly stroked his cock close to your face.

"Bloody fucking hell I want to ruin that pretty face so badly...why did you have to be so fucking bratty? Now I have to hold back...open your mouth"

You quickly did so and he must his fingers inside. You gagged around it because he pushed them too deeply. He played with your tongue for a bit. König pulled on your nipple again and you moan around Ghosts fingers. When he finally took them out he used your saliva as lube for his cock. He was now stroking it too. Both Ghost and Nikto were stroking their cock to your suffering...you Turned to König and saw he had a huge bulge on his trousers too...he was palming himself slowly as he focused on your poor sensitive nipples. When he noticed your begging eyes and drolling chin because of Ghosts fingers he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He slowly unzipped his pants and take his huge cock into his hand. His cock was the biggest from all three...long thick and heavy looking. He stroked it in slow pace as he still played with your nipple.

"Sorry hübsches Mädchen, I can't help myself your too beautiful like this"

All three men were stroking their cocks, pleasuring themselves over you and you couldn't do anything just watch...you poor pussy aching from being so empty, your mouth drolly, your poor clit swollen and achy from lack of attention. Your nipples were getting more and more sensitive because of Königs constant attention. You tried to reach you hands to him but Ghost quickly grabbed both your wrists into one of his hand and pushed them above your head. You struggle a little but soon realize it's useless anyway.

"Come on please! P-please I Said I'm sorry...just-just touch me please I promise I'll be good"

You whine at them hoping that at least one of them will have mercy. König only let out a quiet "aww.." and Ghost groaned.

"Keep begging it's hot"

"I'm close~"

Nikto interupted your pleading and he slapped your pussy again with his palm. You cry out and he said.

"I'm gonna cum сукa... I want to hear you beg us to come on you"

You gulp nervously as he said that...but you still hoped that if you behave properly they will give you some attention too.

"P-please...c-cum on me...sir"

You said and you could hear another groan coming from Ghost.

"I'm gonna burst, bloody hell y/n don't stop"

"J-ja.."

König only let out a shaky agreement as they all stroked. Groans, whines and moans could be heard coming from all three of them as they approached their realese...you were so desprete...all you could think about was their cock and your denied pussy as you could smell their precum in the air. You were too horny to disobey.

"Please please please cum on me please I want your cum masters please... please cover me in your cum please I promise I'll be a good girl just...cum on me"

With your begging, your trembling body and that Desprete eyes they couldn't hold back anymore as they spurt their thick loads of cum all over you. Ghost let go of your hands and grabbed your hair harshly making you look at him as he spurted his cum all over your face. König finished on you chest with heavy breathing and he trembled as he was slowly calming down from his pleasure. The last to cum was Nikto. You could already taste Ghosts cum on your lips as you felt Nikto slapped your thighs apart and pumped his cock until warm thick sperm covered your denied clit. You roll your eyes back as you can feel his cum sliding down your sensitive pussy. It tickled...

As you were now completely covered in their cum, completely denied of any pleasure and they calmed down, all that could be heard were their panting. Tears still run down your cheeks, mixing with Ghosts cum. König suddenly reached his hand to you and patted your head gently.

"Braves Mädchen y/n...you did a good job I'm so proud"

They all tucked their cocks back into their pants and Nikto turned to leave.

"Now I hope you learned your lesson малышка...no pleasure for you until you deserve it."

You let out a soft sob as Nikto left the room. Ghost rolled his eyes and he run his fingers over your cheek, collecting his cum onto his fingers.

"Open y/n"

He motioned at your mouth and you eagerly open. He pushed his fingers in and you sucked off his cum from his fingers. König still stroked your head as he said.

"Don't worry Liebe... next time you will definitely be allowed to cum...your really good for us"

"König is right. I bet you learned your lesson and won't disobey again, right?"

Said Ghost as he still played with your tongue. You nod quickly and after a moment he took out his fingers. Suddenly König picked you up into his arms.

"Alright let's get you cleaned up"

He said and carried you to bathroom. Ghost only chuckled and stood up following close behind.

You didn't get to cum, however at least you got a warm relaxing bath afterwards...

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