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[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Tough Work - Bang Chan ‗ ❍

Pairing : Bang Chan x f Reader

Summary : Bang Chan gets his plans ruined yet again by a late notice schedule and he's pissed. His friends call his girlfriend to the rescue to calm him down before he punches his laptop.

Word count : 3.2k

Warnings/tags : a little angst at the beginning, Chan is an emotional mess, swear words, smut (ONLY 18+), sex on a desk chair, unprotected sex (don't be silly goofy y'all), use of pet name baby, baby girl.

A/n : I had some inspo (not gonna tell you eheh) + it's the holiday season so yeah why not! Let's slut the holidays away🤣🙏🏻 merry Xmas pookies 🤎Also be KIND it's my first full written fic since like...august or sumn

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 When Hyunjin called you, it definitely came as a surprise. It was around five pm and you were doing absolutely nothing except chill on the couch watching a movie on your (very deserved) days off for the holidays. Until the phone suddenly rang, making you curious as you saw the name calling. Especially since you thought you heard Chan, your boyfriend, saying that they were working today.

'Hello?'

'Hey, yn, hi. Are you busy right now?' your friend's voice sounded slightly defeated as he answered, even though you could tell he was trying to play it off.

'Hyune, hi. No, I'm not, what's up? Is everything okay?' you sat straight, listening carefully.

'Yes and no. Listen, we got some late notice from the company and now Chan hyung is pissed. Like very pissed.' you frowned as he sighed, 'But mostly he's upset. And I know for a fact that the only thing that can calm him down it's you. Would you mind maybe coming over?'

You and Chan were supposed to meet at your apartment to have dinner together later, despite that you didn't even think twice before getting up and walking to your room to change quickly.

'Yes, got it. Don't worry, I'll be there in 10.'

-

You didn't bother getting ready properly, with a full on makeup and hair done, or a carefully picked out outfit. Usually you'd have some decency going out, even just for meeting your friends. But right now you didn't have the time, nor the mood for it.

Hyunjin didn't give too many details, but since he mentioned a late notice schedule, you probably imagined that it would mess with your and Chan's plans for New Year's. It was not the first time that it happened unfortunately, but then again, it was his work. He couldn't truly help it, and you knew that it upset him.

You put on a gray wool oversized dress, some pantyhose, a padded jacket and a beanie, after quickly fixing your hair slightly. Then you grabbed your bag and before you knew it, you were in your car driving to the boys' dorm.

-

Like you predicted, around ten minutes later you arrived and opted on sending Hyunjin a text instead of ringing the bell. He immediately came to answer the door and gave you a quick hug and a small smile.

'Changbin is not home. Me and Jisung are going out for a while, okay? Let me know when the threath has been doomed.' he joked, just as you waved to Jisung who was wrapping a big scarf around his neck. He smiled back and hugged you too.

'Thank you, yn. He wouldn't hear us out at all, so we decided to call you.' he said. You shook your head slightly as you took off the beanie.

'It's okay. I'm sorry that you guys probably also had some plans spoiled.' you responded. They both had a sweet yet quite defeated expression on as you switched places, them on the doorstep on their way out and you on your way in.

'Ah, It's alright. It's out job after all. Take your time, alright?' Hyunjin replied, and you nodded with a small smile before they closed the door behind them.

You sighed, mentally preparing to try and not look too disappointed. You were, of course, but now it wasn't about you. And besides, the last thing you would've wanted was to make Chan feel more guilty.

You made your way down the corridor to his room, which was pretty much silent. You knocked on the door gently, and just after a couple of seconds your boyfriend showed up. He was wearing a black hoodie, gray tracksuit pants and his big headphones. His face looked tired, serious and there was the slightest hint of red in his eyes.

His expression switched fast as soon as he realized it was you at the door and not one of his roommates, which had already taken turns in trying to comfort him and calm him down. He even had a small argument with Changbin, hence why he had to leave the house before they started shouting names at each other.

'Yn? What- weren't we supposed to meet later? Did I loose track of time-?' he quickly glanced down at the time on his phone, taking off the headphones with one hand and discarding them on his bed. The wallpaper being a sweet picture of you too making yout heart shrink a bit.

'Channie, hi baby. No, it's okay, you didn't. A little bird told me you needed some cheering up.' you smiled sweetly at him as you brought your hands up to stroke his arms.

He scoffed, releasing himself from your grip gently, just to walk back and plop down on his big plush desk chair.

'Which one of those fu-...ah, I don't even care. I assume that they told you, then?' he sighed heavily, stopping himself from curing at his friends. You walked closer, taking off your bag and jacket, placing them on the clothes hanger behind the door.

'Don't be mad. They did it because they care about you enough to not see your hair turn white from stress before your time.' you tried to lighten up the mood, but it didn't seem to work as he just proceeded to put his head down in between his hands.

Your smile fell, taking a deep breath, understanding that he really needed some time to get out his feelings first.

'Just about a late notice schedule. Nothing more, but I assume that it's for New Year's. Is that why you're so upset?' you scrunched down in frot of him, your hands placed on his knees.

He waited a few seconds before speaking, his voice low and quite monotone. 'We got two Japan schedules for the 31st and the 1st. But we have to leave on the 29th. And we'll probably not going to be back before the 2nd. Just in time for our already pre paid and organized planes to be canceled. Of fucking course.' his tone getting sharper as he spoke.

You stroked his thigh gently to comfort him, 'I'm sorry, baby. I know you were looking forward to a few days off.' you responded. He shook his head, frowning as he sat up straight.

'Fuck the days off. I can have days off all year. I was looking forward to spending at leas one fucking holiday with my girlfriend, in peace in a nice luxury cabin in the middle of damn nowhere.' he ranted angrily, before pausing for a second and giving you a quick look. 'It's me the one who should be sorry.'

'But it's not your fault, Chan. It's work, you have schedules and many times they may not be planned. That's how it works for many other jobs too, think about it.' you try to reason, once again taking his hands into your stroking them.

'It's the third time in four months. First it was your birthday, then Christmas, and now New Year's. It's starting to stress me out. Isn't it stressing you out?' he asked, frowning. You sighed.

'What do you want me to say? 'Chris this is too much, you're always busy with stuff that's out of your control so I'm leaving you'? Is that what you want to hear?' your tone slightly more stern. You weren't mad, but his constant throwing himself under the bus was bothering you. He widened his brown eyes, squeezing your hands slightly.

'No! What? Of course not. I was just-' you stood up straight, shushing him.

'Then stop with that shit. We can reschedule later. I don't give a fuck whether it is December 31st or April, or whatever. I'll be happy to spend time with my boyfriend and that's it. Okay? Stop beating yourself up about it.' your voice got warmer. He leaned forward, resting his head on your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you close.

'Still. Im sorry that I keep disappointing you. You deserve better.' the last sentence made you snap so you pushed him back slightly, making him look up at you.

'Oi, don't say shit like that. It's not true.' the little oi clearly being his Aussie influence.

'You are better. You're the best. Don't ever say that, because it's not true. I love you.' you cradled his face in your hands. His big brown eyes looking up at you so sweetly.

'Am I though?' he said sadly. Always doubting himself, you sighed internally.

'Yes you are.' you planted a kiss on his lips, trying to lighten up the mood 'Besides, you know that I'm too honest. If you were being shitty to me I'd tell you. Well, I'd tell your friends first and then you. Just to add that bit of embarrassment.' you shrinked your eyes jokingly, finally getting a chuckle out of him.

That made you smile in return, as you kept caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. He looked up at you again, shaking his head slightly with a small smile on his face. 'What?' you said cutely.

'I love you so much. I wonder what did I do to deserve you.' you smiled sweetly at him before switching again, and clicking your tongue.

'Getting sappy here, Christopher' you released his face, about to turn around to go get your phone, just to shoot a quick message to Hyunjin reassuring that the situation was handled, but chan grabbed your hand making you turn around.

He laughed, smirking up at you slightly. 'Hey, come back here' you chuckled, letting yourself be dragged back. You were now standing in between his legs, him still sitting on his big desk chair.

'You need something?' you joked. 'Just my girl. Right here. Close to me.' your smile turned into a smirk, as your hands started to wander on his shoulders.

'I am close.' his hands came up to your waist then down to your hips, pushing you more into him, your faces close.

'Closer' you carefully straddled him, your arms around his neck.

'Enough?' he chuckled faintly, his lips grazing your neck and then whispering 'Never' into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

'Greedy boy' you teased 'I can get even more greedy. Will you let me?' he looked back at you, the slightest hint of humor in his voice, but his eyes were telling a different story.

'Yes' you respondeded without a doubt. 'Go ahead. Do whatever you want. I know you need it.' at that point he crashed his lips to yours, immediately starting a passionate kiss. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders as his hands pressed your hips down to his crotch.

At that point your dress had already pooled around your hips, so the only thing separating you two were your pantyhose and panties, aside from his own pants. As you continued kissing and grinding, he got hard quite quickly.

One of his hands were holding you close to him while the other wandered under the dress and then straight to the hem of the pantyhose and the panties.

'Off' he mumbled in between kisses, so you carefully stood up, a little dazed from the heat of the moment and quickly discarded them both at the same time. Chan also got up to get rid of his own pants and underwear, and then reprised to kiss you.

He tried to lead you to the bed, but you stopped him 'No, I want to ride you there' you slowly pushed him back on the chair, his gaze not leaving you for a single moment.

'Fuck baby' he cursed, before widening his eyes for a moment 'Wait let me close the door-' you pushed him back again, shooting him a smirk.

'Relax, baby. Hold on' you went to close the door, turning the lock for safety, even though you knew that most likely none of the members would've stepped back into the house unless you told them to.

'Need you so bad, c'mere' he grabbed your hand, almost making you stumble into him. You chuckled, straddling him again. He wetted his fingers slightly with some spit before his hand went straight to stroke your slit. You moaned into his neck, as you kept your knees raised at his sides to allow him access.

'So wet already' he teased, making you groan and hump his hand more.

'You made me go out in the cold and interrupt a good movie. Now get to work, Christoper.' you complained, erupting a chuckle from him.

'Okay, okay.' he surrendered, I'll warm you back up real quick, baby girl' at that point he lined up his hard cock with your pussy, gathering some wetness before helping you sink down on him. You both moaned deeply, mumbling some curses.

'Fuck, Channie...so big' he hummed while kissing your neck as his hands supported the back and forth movement of your hips. You started kissing as your hips kept on going faster, then slower again, then going in circles.

After a while though, Chan seemed to notice you trying to get more stimulation to your slit, so he decided to take matter in his own hands.

'Wait, baby, hold on' he interrupted the kiss and grabbed the hem of your dress, taking it off of you and throwing it on the carpet nearby. The fact that you weren't wearing a bra was a pleseant surprise.

'No bra? Naughty girl' he smirked, making you laugh faintly. He attached his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and licking, while he played with the other with his pointer and thumb.

'Ah-' you moaned as he grazed the nipple with his teeth lightly, 'Wait, you too' you said, this time being you to take his hoodie off. In the meantime your pussy kept grinding on his dick, a bit more lazily since your knees were kinda starting to ache a bit.

Chan seemed to remember what he wanted to do before getting distracted by your tits, so he stopped once again 'Turn around baby. Want to touch you properly' he said sweetly as he helped you change positions.

You were now sitting with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hands grabbing your breast and the other working on your clit. He was making you feel so good that your mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, your hips grinding on his cock and his fingers mindlessly.

'Yeah, just like that. So good for me, baby' he whispered into your ear, his nose pressed to the side of your head, 'Such a good fuckig girl for me' he kissed your hair, your head, your neck.

'C-Chan, baby, m' close' you whined, one of your hands covering his one on your breast, while the other was between his hair desperately holding on for dear life.

'I know baby, I know' he sped up, pounding you so quick and deep that you were seeing stars, 'Come for me, c'mon. So beautiful' he groaned.

'My beautiful, patient, amazing girl' his fingers applying some more pressure, 'Really don't deserve you' the last phrase so quiet that your fucked out mind almost didn't catch it. Almost.

'C-chan, oh my god' your back arched, moaning out his name as you came. His rythm gradually slowed down, but his thrusts were still sharp and deep.

'Come inside me, baby. Wanna feel you, need to feel you, please' you pleaded, grabbing his jaw to kiss him. He moaned into your mouth, and after a few more sharp thrusts, you felt him coming inside you.

'Yes, that's it, so good' you cooed, giving little kisses on his mouth 'Love you so much' you whispered. He smiled slightly in the kiss, hugging you tight. You moved around, getting more comfortable but still hugging each other tight and cuddling. You were left in a comfortable silence for a while.

'I heard that, you know.' you said softly, his gaze pointing down at you as his fingers still delicately caressed your arm.

'What do you mean?' he asked. You didn't look at him, concentrating on playing with his hands.

'You know exactly what I mean. Stop saying that. I mean it. I love you, and I know that you love me. There must be a reason why we're together and we work. So stop getting into your own head' your eyes locking with his. 'Promise?'

He chewed on his plump lip, definitely feeling guilty that he got scolded yet again. Naked, on his bedroom chair, after some mind blowing sex and a whole lot of feelings. In the end he sighed, nodding and planting a longing kiss on your head.

'Good. Now get me a blanket or something, I'm fucking freezing.' he laughed, bumping his head gently to yours jokingly. Then he helped you get off him and opened one of the closet's drawers and grabbed a fuzzy blanket.

'Wait for me a second, I'll get something to clean up.' he told you as he quickly put his hoodie and pants back on. You nodded as he exited the bedroom. Wrapped up in the blanket, you searched for your phone in your bag. When you found it you quickly dialed Hyunjin's number, who picked up after just a couple of rings.

'Hello?' you could hear some noise in the background, so you assumed that they were maybe in a bar or something.

'Everything's fine.' you said, sitting down to wait for Chan to come back.

'Oh, I'm glad. I knew you would make him reason' just as he said that, you clearly heard Jisung yelling 'Are you done fucking or what' with some laugh erupting.

'Oh my Gosh' you replied, embarassed while you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

'Shit! Yn, I'm so sorry about that. This motherfucker is just jealous you're getting some' he chuckled, as you heard Jisung saying something along the lines of 'Fuck you'.

'Hyunjin!' you scolded him, not being able to not laugh. They laughed.

'Sorry, sorry. We'll be back in an hour or so, bye!' and he hung up.

'You know, I would've betted on Jisung, because he's a nosy fucker.' you got startled by Chan's voice. He closed the door behind him again and scrunched down in front of you, gently helping you clean up with a warm damp towel.

'But he only talks behind people's back. Should've known it was Hyune.' he sighed. You smiled, messing with his hair.

'C'mon. You should be thankful. You started off wanting to punch a hole in the wall and now look at you'. you teased. He smirked, getting up and discarding the towel in the dirty clothes basket.

'Yeah, the power of pussy I guess' your mouth went slack, as you threw at him your previously discarded panties. He caught them, laughing hard at your outraged reaction.

'Oh so that's what I am to you, uh? Good to know, Christopher' you feigned annoyance and dramatically crossed your legs, looking away from him.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he laughed, coming close to grab your had in between his hands and kissing you. 'You know It's not true. Well, not only-' you gasped in shock again as he threw his head back laughing.

'You little-'

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That's it folks! I know it was quite a rollercoaster, but hopefully decent nonetheless. Until next time <3

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[elliesonlyhoe]

Loser!ellie headcannons .ᐟ ⭐

A/N .ᐟ First set of hcs..😭 lmk if y'all want a pt. 2

Loser! Ellie who lowkey has a collection of plushies that all have names, ages, and probably birthdays (specifically dinosaur ones)

Loser! Ellie Who could not flirt for shit the first few months you guys were dating.. But you on the other hand? Always trying to mess with the poor girl until she's a flustered mess.

Loser! Ellie Who had been too much of a pussy to ask you out for the longest time, just for you to already know she liked you.

Loser! Ellie Who still can't look you in the eyes without getting nervous.

You were sitting in the living room beside Ellie talking to her about how one of your coworkers had pissed you off today while Ellie was looking anywhere but you. “Els? Are you listening?..” You said, tapping your preoccupied girlfriend on the shoulder in order to get her attention.

 “I- I am…” Ellie mumbled, still looking away, the tips of her ears a bright shade of scarlet. You looked at Ellie noticing what was going on, you chuckled to yourself quietly “That's unfortunate.. My own girlfriend, the love of my life, doesn't even want to look at me? How upsetting..” You tease, as Ellie turns to look over at you, her cheeks a bright shade of red “I never said that!” She replies quickly before looking away once again “You're just.. so fuckin’ perfect..” Her own words cause her to be even more embarrassed prior to how much she was before. You try to hold in your giggles as you pull your girlfriend closer to you “I love you s'much, you know that?” you say in between your uncontrollable giggles “ I love you too..” she mutters back “And don't be a dick. Stop fuckin’ laughing at me” She adds before resting her head on your shoulder. You continue to giggle, which makes Ellie start giggling too. 

After a few moments of you two continuously laughing your asses off, you pressed a soft kiss on Ellies forehead. “Now, Tell me about your day, love.” You smile as Ellie begins to give you a rundown about everything she had done that day.

Loser! Ellie who has a separate sketchbook to fill with small doodles of dinosaurs, planets, and occasionally drawings of you.

Loser! Ellie who never fucking sleeps, like this girl will be up til’ late at night doing lord knows what.

Loser! Ellie who hates when you beat her at any game, girl will start making up the most random excuses as to why she lost, sometimes if you tease her about losing she even goes to the extent of giving you the silent treatment

Loser! Ellie who loves spooning (defo calls big spoon before you guys are even ready to head to bed, yet still ends up being little spoon sometimes.)

Loser! Ellie who acts like it's the end of the world when she accidentally interrupts you while you're speaking. Like I'm talking non-stop apologizing and always arguing with you on whether she should continue what she was saying or if you should finish speaking (you always find a way to win the argument nonetheless)

Loser! Ellie who has the humor of a middle school boy.

Loser! Ellie who probably eats lunchables 4/7 days of the week.

“Els, there's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry!” you callout before walking into the kitchen to see your girlfriend standing there like she got caught red handed, holding a half eaten pizza lunchable in her hand

“I'm not even surprised.” You say arms crossed, shaking your head slightly  

“What?! They're good!” Your girlfriend argues back, taking another bite of her mini pizza 

“Okay Els.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully

“Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me..” Ellie scoffs “Don't knock it til' you try it.”

Loser! Ellie who has a backpack filled with space and dinosaur themed pins (also probably pins with corny ass memes on them.)

Loser! Ellie who either can't accept a compliment, or gets abnormally flustered by your compliments. (It all depends on the day tbh😭🙏)

Loser! Ellie who ADORES taking walks with you near lakes, creeks, and ponds. 

A/N .ᐟ I love Loser!ellie so much omdysss🙏❤

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[gavisuntiedboot]

Gavi asking the reader to be his gf (headcanon)

A/N: omg this is such a cute request

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Asking you to be his girlfriend would entail ...

Y'all want me to be honest?

Gavi is for sure most definitely the type of person to just assume that a girl he's been exclusive with is his girlfriend

He is not a huge fan of difficult conversations or uncomfortable situations, so he is never going to go out of his way to DTR (define the relationship)

You two had been going out for a while before he even asked about exclusivity

"So you're not like... seeing other guys, right? I mean it's okay if you are. Well not really. I mean I want you to stop if you are seeing other people, but like I won't be mad if you have done it before... right now I guess."

You'd giggle at his rushed out request, reassuring him that you weren't interested in seeing anyone else

"Everyone is too calm after being with you Pablo"

He had no idea whether he should be flattered by the fact that you liked him as much as he liked you, or insulted that you just called him hyper.

Six to eight months into the relationship, you would probably have to be the one to bring it up

"my roommates keep referring to you as 'the boyfriend'. They think they're funny."

This would be the most confusing sentence of Gavi's life. Was he ... not the boyfriend?

And that's exactly what he asked you.

"Why is it funny that they call me your boyfriend?"

"Because you're not my boyfriend?"

Pablo's phone clattered to the ground, and it took everything in you not to laugh.

"If this is your way of breaking up with me, it's not funny."

The look on Pablo's face was so heartbreaking that it made you get up from your seat, hugging his pouting face into your chest.

"I'm just messing around with you. You've never asked me to be your girlfriend, so I didn't want to jump to any conclusions."

Gavi: i am confusion

"You have to ask?" *eyebrow raise*

After asking his teammates (shyly and in private corners to avoid the teasing) it was true: he would need to ask you to be his girlfriend

"I don't know man, it just makes things seem more official." He complained to Ansu, who was absolutely not listening to a word he said, and Ousmane, who was engrossed in Pablito's love life

"But don't you want things to be more official? She's met the team, your parents, the la masia boys - I don't think the title will really impact things

Pablo didn't want to admit that the real reason he had neglected this question was just that he didn't feel comfortable enough sitting you down and talking about something this serious

So one night, while you were over at his house to watch the Argentinian national team play a friendly, he turned to you

He was in a hoodie, similar to you, with his feet propped up on the coffee table sharing chips from a bowl wobbling dangerously on the sofa

You had just finished yelling at the TV, a replay coming onto the screen

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You blinked at Pablo slowly, processing what he had said to you

"What?"

"Okay I'll say it again. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"...what?"

"Please don't make me keep saying it I'm sweating bullets."

You restrained the smirk on your face, turning in your place to face him fully.

"Why do you want me to be your girlfriend, Pablo?"

A breath

He didn't think he would get this far

Or have to articulate something that felt so natural

It just felt so right to have you as his partner, to have you beside him, that he didn't think he would have to say that to you

"Well... I'm going to be honest, I have been thinking of you as my girlfriend since our like, second date. I just feel like we fit together. See like this, sitting here, being lazy with you, being around you, it just feels like... it's where I'm meant to be. Also it's easier to say 'hey I need tickets for my girlfriend' rather tha- why are you crying?"

The stretch of your cheeks with joy had prevented you from fully grasping the tears that rolled down your face

"I have no clue I'm really happy"

Hugs. Those ones where you grip each other really tightly like you don't want to fall into the abyss. The one where the lint of their shirt is literally your oxygen, and if you were any closer you would be one organism

Neck kisses. Y'all know the ones, but if you don't there's an example at the end

Hand holding with the thumb-rub for comfort. Yeah, y'all see the vision

"So, is that a yes?"

"Of course, stupid." which was said through sniffles

He literally stopped using your name after that

Only referred to you as 'my girlfriend'

"Oh me and my girlfriend went to.."

"My girlfriend said that..."

"Let me ask my girlfriend."

BONUS: when he won the Nation's League with the Spanish NT (sorry grandpappy Luka), he posted a million things onto his Instagram story, including the team singing along to Titi Me Pregunto by Bad Bunny

You swiped up on the story with: Si tengo muchas novia'?

His response: no, just one with múltiples personalidades

A/N: He just love a good smooch. Anyways it's 4:30am time ti go to bed. PLS Y"ALL i would rlly appreciate if you interacted with this post besides liking (comments/ reblogs) if you feel so inclined. Just a small thing that keeps people including myself motivated to write. JP9 in progress but not ETA due to Eid being next week. Love y'all <<33

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[restinslices]

Hi I’m the anon who asked about the popstar one! (Loved what you did btw) If it wasn’t too much of a problem I love if you could do the Lin Kuei boys + Syzoth too!

Me finally getting to my requests?! Who would’ve thought. Everyone got around 300 words besides Syzoth, who got 400. Why? No further questions.

Bi-Han

You can change him? Well I can accept him as he is! You don’t like the murders? Grow up! The atrocities are a part of him and I’ve decided they’re funny :D

I know the Lin Kuei are a part of Earthrealm but are they allowed to have technology? 

For the sake of this, imma say technology is very very limited 

With that being said, what do you mean you're a pop star? It's not that he doesn't know what it is, he just doesn't get why. All the things you could be doing and popstar is where you landed 

I don't wanna make it seem like everyone is supportive but him but this is Bi-Han. He's going to judge 

He's the Grandmaster so he's always busy. Going to concerts isn't happening and honestly? He doesn't give me the vibes of someone who's a fan of concerts 

He doesn't hate your job, he just genuinely doesn't get it 

Remember how I said Kung Lao will give you brutally honest advice? Same goes for him. You can always trust the truth to come outta him (unless it's about the father he let die but anyway)

I don't see him doing anything special. I don't see him buying posters or tickets or streaming or concerts. He cares for you but doesn't see the need to do all that. 

If he did stream he'd probably just put the video on repeat on his phone and go do other shit. At the same time though, do they even have cell service? Where is Lin Kuei HQ??

Absolutely refuses to add ice or snow to your set for an MV. Be a team player. Damn. Stop thinking everything is beneath you.

“That is entirely beneath me” “aight, I guess you don’t want me beneath you”

He apologizes for his outburst (I was making that joke happen by any means necessary)

I just think he's the most nonchalant about dating a celebrity. Probably forgets you're a popstar

Loses a piece of his sanity everytime a Lin Kuei ninja loses their mind over you. Actually wants to join his father in the afterlife. How y'all even seeing these performances? Y'all sneaking off?!

You're disturbing his peace but hey, it is what it is 

Kuai Liang

Also doesn't understand why that job, but he's less judgmental than Bi-Han. Not everyone can defend Earthrealm. 

I also don't see him doing a lot. He's busy and also he's just not interested in being around a bunch of sweaty ass fans. Nothing against you 

If he did buy your merch I think he'd set it in like, a box. He only bought it to be supportive. He's not gonna hang it up or anything. To be honest, he might give it to the rest of the guys (Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang)

I see the Lin Kuei as private and not really interactive when it comes to normal citizens so I honestly don't know what to say for them 😭

I don't even know if Kuai Liang likes pop music. Him and Bi-Han give me the vibes of someone who listens to white noise to past time 

Like Bi-Han, he's nonchalant about the whole celebrity thing. 

Probably doesn't even have a phone. He probably got an old ass mp3 player. What are you doing with that?

If your songs are more calm and chill, I can see him liking it when you sing while he does something 

Popstars wear dramatic ass outfits and this is definitely when he starts judging you 

“How does it look?” “It… looks”

He's used to practical outfits so I think he subconsciously spots all the ways your outfits could injure you 

“You could be easily spotted” “That's the whole point”

Will he add fire to an MV for background effects? Possibly. He has to have nothing else to do and be absolutely bored out of his mind to do so. Bi-Han says no out of spite and “this is beneath me”. Kuai Liang initially says no and has the same “this is beneath me” thought process, but he folds easier. There's certain things he is absolutely not doing though

“I am not saying 'get over here’ for you” “You're so not fun”

This relationship feels like a hostage situation but oh well

Tomas Vrbada 

He wants to be as stern and serious as his brothers but we all know I babygirlify him so it's not happening 

He doesn't have a phone but he asks Johnny to use his and have your shit on repeat for the views 

Idk why but I feel like he's a Twice stan so he's no stranger to pop music. I have no reliable sources for this 

I could see him buying pins and keeping them in his pocket since he can't have it on his outfit 

I don't think for any of the brothers, your fans would know you're dating which is something they'd want. They're assassins. They can't be all over the internet. 

Doesn't go to concerts because he can't. Such a sad life 

Gives background smoke for effects cause he's a team player 

Wants to be the first to hear anything you're working on 

Gives you honest advice but nicely 

I think he has conflicting feelings about you always being in the spotlight. He loves that you're happy but is also worried because that comes with danger and if smth were to happen, there's a good chance he wouldn't be there 

I feel like Tomas can lowkey sing (once again no reliable sources present) so karaoke? karaoke. 

You could talk him into doing a collab but it'd never be released. It'd just be for you two 

He wants to keep up with everything you're doing as it's happening but once again, no phone. Instead he just checks in with you whenever he sees you 

The most aware out of the brothers that he's dating a celebrity. 

Probably the brother you'd feel the most supported by because he's the most expressive (?). He makes his support very known and doesn't question why you're doing what you're doing 

He doesn't give me as much Ken energy as Johnny does, but he still gives me “Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him”. Like I said for Johnny, you're Barbie regardless of gender 

Syzoth

Does Zaterra or Outworld even have popstars? For comedy sake, imma say not exactly 

He was ran out of Zaterra and he was working for Shang Tsung, so even if they do he had no time to actually enjoy music 

So when he hears you're a popstar, he has no idea what you're talking about. You have to genuinely explain what your job is, what you do, what's a tour, what's merch, etc. etc. 

Like the Lin Kuei Bros, he has no phone. He doesn't understand technology at all. He's like a grandpa fr, so his interactions with your music is slim to none when it comes to music videos 

Explain it to him as many times as you want. He doesn't get it. 

You have to actually show him the video on your phone. You have to show him any merch you have so he can pick whatever he wants and you can sneak it to him 

Prefers you singing for him live rather than watching a music video but he watches them anyway because you're really proud of them 

Like Tomas, he likes little pins or other little trinkets 

Since he was in a traveling circus, he knows what performing is but you're getting paid and treated fairly which he finds fantastic 

He is slightly worried tho from his time being in said circus. You have to explain that they're two different things (sorta, not really) and you're ok 

Has no idea what's going on but is supportive anyway

He tries really hard to understand Earthrealm customs and culture to better understand you. Is he successful? Probably depends on the subject 

He doesn't get merch at all or why it's so stupidly expensive. If you weren't giving it to him for free, he probably wouldn't buy it to be honest. He likes that you're proud of how it looks but why is it necessary for success? He just doesn't understand it 

Concerts he somewhat gets. The idea is cute but once he sees videos of people fainting, he swears he's never going to one of those 

Does not want your fans to know you're dating him. Does not want to be in any of your videos as himself or a lizard. Wants nothing to do with the spotlight. He has trauma with being known. 

It'll take awhile to explain to him what fan culture and memes are, but he's ready to learn for you. 

Idk if I wanna write more silly shit or angst shit. I guess we’ll find out next episode

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[everlastlady]

Mammon + Servant Reader (Female)

✘Posted: 11/4/2023

✘Story Contains: Fem reader, Reader is a maid, Bubble baths, Gentle Mammon, Slight Nudity, Favoritism, & Feel good times.

✘Word Count: None, writing this on mobile y'all

✘Author's Note: Decided to do Mammon with female reader, I'll do a male reader soon. Just decided to cater to my female readers but I promise I will cater to my male readers. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘Summary: {Name} is a simple maid for the greed lord Mammon. {Name} isn't sure why Mammon always calls on her and always wants him by his side when he wanders his home. But she doesn't mind because she finds her master funny and enjoys how gentle he is with her. But what happens when {Name} gets sick? And it's time for Mammon to take care of them.

" It's okay sir, I'm sure that you will fine someone better than Fizzarolli. " She spoke softly to her boss Mammon who sat in the large green chair. As the imp news woman spoke about what happened at the show. The maid named (name), picked up the remote and pointed it at the large screen and turned it off. Once it flickered to black. She looked over at Mammon who was still fumming over what happened at the clown pageant. " I don't understand, I gave him everything! " Mammon's voice deep and demonic as he slammed his fist onto the table, sending a large crack through it. (Name) smacked her lips. She would have to get that fixed. " sometimes, you can give someone everything and they will still leave, I understand that you are frustrated sir but don't let this stop you from making money; I'm sure someone new will come along, what about the Glam Sisters? " (Name) walked over to Mammon's liquor cabinet. " Comas, after a piece of the set fell on them, they both ended up in the hospital in comas, besides they don't really fit the image of what I'm looking for. " Mammon muttered. (Name) noodded her head and set down the glass of liquor for Mammon. The greed demon looked up at (Name) and smiled. " Thanks, I know I always say this but you are my favorite maid, far better than the rest! You always do your job right and know how to keep a smile on my mug. " Mammon chuckled and took a drink. " Come drink with me, (Name) " Mammon grinned looking up at the maid. Her soft (E/C) looked at Mammon before shaking her head. " No, thank you, sir, I still have work to do; it's not good for one to be drunk on the job. You can cause a lot of mishaps that way putting others in harm and yourself. " (Name) said with a darling smile.

" See that is why you're my favorite (Name)! So smart and responsible with your duties. Maybe next time on one of your vacation days, you and me can drink together. " Mammon said. He would actually love to have a drink with (Name). And you wouldn't have to wear that plain maid outfit. Mammon wondered what (Name) would look like in different outfits. What dresses would (Name) wear or outfits that weren't dress related. Mammon never really seen (Name) outside work. He knew that she lived in the Pride ring and had an apartment. That's all he really knew about (Name's) life since she barely sooke about herself, she listened more than she speaks. " So (Name) how the payments on your apartment? Going because I've been thinking about giving you more payment, maybe you could buy yourself a nice house. " Mammon smirked. " It's going well, besides my loud and annoying neighbor. It's been good but I don't think I need a bigger payment. " (Name) said while tucking a piece of her hair behind her pointed ears. " Aww, come on; yes you do because you are responsible and work hard so tonight expect me to send you a shit ton of money. Now run around and tell the cook to prepare dinner. " Mammon waved his hand to dismiss (Name).

She smiled and bowed, walking out of Mammon's office. Mammon stood up and stared at the spot that (Name) stood in. " Lord of greed giving out money, I must be crazy... " Mammon looked away. " She better get a nice house with that money, a beautiful one at best. " Mammon sat back down. But there was no time to think about (Name) because Mammon had to find a replacement for Mammon so he would probably have to hold another clown off. His little fucked up beauty pageant, but hey if it helps him find Fizzarolli's replacement. Then he would be glad to hold one again. Especially have Fizzarolli and Asmodeus banned from it even that little imp with the gun that had showed up. When night time had finally coated the sky. Mammon sat in the dining room. The table decorated with food. (Name) stood next to Mammon holding a bottle of the greed demon's favorite wine. " (Name) how about you sit down and eat with me. " Mammon took the bottle wine and set it on the table. " And that's an order, just in case you try to come up with some excuse. " Mammon gestures towards the chair at the end of table. " Hey cook! Bring out plate for (Name)! " Mammon yelled. (Name) walked over and sat down - with a smile, the chef brought out a plate that had lemon pepper chicken, mashed potatoes covered in gravy, pasta,and vegetables that were just steamed. The night went well, Mammon made (Name) laugh with his jokes and stories. She listened to her master's rants and ideas.

Mammon enjoyed seeing (Name) laughed. The way her giggles slipped off her lips and coated his ears like honey. How her shoulders moved when she laugh, even that snort was adorable. Mammon felt hot in the face. He couldn't believe that she had made him feel this way for such a long time. But he never acted on these feelings because he was busy making money. But he always made sure that no one tried to get at (Name) which is why so many servants were fired for trying to hit on her. After dinner was done, (Name) stood up and bowed. " I'm grateful that you invited me to join you for dinner, sir, everything was delicious and I appreciated our conversation and the jokes you told. " (Name) spoke through a fit of giggles on the last part still remembering Mammon's joke about clown fish. " No problem, I also enjoyed eating with you. Way better than those dinners I have to attend with Lucifer and the other sins. " Mammon stood up smiling but he stopped noticing how (Name) wobble a bit when standing straight up. Did she drink to much wine? No that couldn't be because she had to drive home. " (Name)? " Mammon walked over to (Name) . " You okay mate? " Mammon reached out. Before she could respond she threw up on yourself and the carpet, (Name) would have fallen and hit the floor but Mammon caught her before she could pass out.

" (Name)! " He called her name and held you close not caring if he got her vomit on him. (Name's) eyes flickered opened as she coughed. " I don't feel good... " Her voice sounded dry and low. " Y-You are going home, let's go get you cleaned up. " Mammon picked up (Name), poor girl could barely speak it hurt to speak so she wouldn't fight back with Mammon who brought her into a guest bedroom. (Name) always took care of him, he will now take care of her. Mammon managed to grab a large shirt that had his logo on it. (Name) could sleep in that and get out of that disgusting maid outfit that was covered in vomit. Mammon ran (Name) a bath. He made sure the water wasn't too hot or cold. He added in some bath salts and oils. Mammon turned towards (Name) trying to figure out how to not make this sound creepy. " (Name) take off that outfit and get into the tub, we gotta get you washed up mate, this bath will help a little. " Mammon offered his hand. (Name) nodded weakly and took his hand, stepping into the bathroom. Mammon turned around as (Name) peeled away her clothing and stepped into the tub - it smelled like mint and honey. She let out a relaxing sigh. Mammon turned around and got on his knees as he began to wash her up. " You don't have to do that sir. " (Name) said in a tires voice. " Shh, yes I do, you always take care of me, so for the night just let me take care of you please. " Mammon said while washing up (Name).

She nodded her head as her boss Mammon washes her up. Avoiding her chest area and crotch area. She held onto the tub when Mammon lifted her leg to wash it. This felt nice, so she enjoyed herself. Mammon took a cup of water and poured it over (Name's) head as he washed her hair and face. He would let her handle the rest while he went to go get her towels and medicine. He could have gotten servant to do this but no, he wanted to take care of (Name), Mammon returned and helped (Name) out of the tub. She dried off and slipped into the large dark green shirt that Mammon gave her. It had his logo on it. " Sorry that I couldn't get you any undergarments. " Mammon said with a crimson blush. " It's fine, I usually sleep without them more comfortable that way. You feel less trapped. " (Name) said while taking the medicine that Mammon brought her. She crawled into the bed as Mammon placed his hand on her head. " Your fever is going down a little. " Mammon said with his hand placed on (Name's) head. " I'm going to stay by your side so scooch over. " Mammon moved over before getting into the bed with you. He laid next to you and stared at you. " You look cute in my merch. " He said. (Name's) voice was still a little dry but still did her voice to talk. " Thanks, the material feels soft. " She said while playing with the blanket.

Mammon turned his side to look at (Name) who did the same to look at Mammon. " Sir... " (Name) began to speak again. " Call me, Mammon. " Mammon said running his fingers through her hair. " Mammon thank you for taking care of me, I'm also sorry that I ruined the carpet. " She looked down. " It's fine, I can get it clean; besides I've been wanting to replace that carpet with a new one. Taking care of you is something you deserve, you always take care of me, so I decided to take care of you... I don't know your my favorite and I like you. " Mammon he hoped that saying that didn't make things awkward between (Name) and him. " I like you too. " (Name) smiled tiredness filled with their eyes. She rested her head on Mammon's chest, while he continued to play with her hair, but soon he leaned down and kissed her. (Name) pulled away quickly. " Mammon, you'll get sick! " She had worry in her voice. " I don't care, I will be fine. " Mammon went back to kissing (Name) who soon melted into the kiss. She enjoyed this moment between her and Mammon. This was no longer just a maid and her master. But just two people who love each other and care for each other. Who take care of each, who soon will have a future together.

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[coneyislandbabey]

i'd have you anytime. -> w.rojas

WARNINGS: profanity, some violence, billy being billy

SYNOPSIS: You don't expect something to bloom between you and the drummer of your brothers' band, and when it does, the two of you try (and fail) to keep it a secret. word count: 5,107

NOTES: This was written for this request! Also sorry, it's quite a bit longer than usual! Hope it's okay and y'all like it

Graham Dunne: She’s always been stubborn, you know. When she got it in her head that something was gonna go a certain way, it almost always did. 

Billy Dunne: I told her to stay home. [Laughs] I should have known she wasn’t going to listen but… I really thought that it would be better for her, in the long run. Life would be more stable for her if she stayed in Pittsburgh. 

Y/N Dunne: I didn’t know jack shit about making music, but I’d be damned if I let my brothers leave me in the dust in Pittsburgh while they made new lives for themselves out in California. 

The sun hadn’t even risen yet by the time your suitcase was packed and you were sitting on the front steps of your house, gazing out at your empty street with tired eyes. Your older brothers, Billy and Graham, were planning to leave for Los Angeles with the rest of their band that morning, and Billy had made it very clear that you weren’t invited. After you had gotten over your initial fury and composed yourself, you began to plan. If you were ready to go by the time Warren came to pick them up, you figured you had a good enough chance of weaseling your way into the van before your brothers noticed, or pulling out all stops in your pouting ‘but-I’m-your-baby-sister’ routine and guilting them into changing their minds. Whatever happened, you would be in that van on your way to California with them. 

By the time the sun had risen and the two of them came through the front door, lugging their bags with them, you were practically falling asleep on the concrete. You jumped to your feet when you heard the door, whipping around to face them with a defiant and defensive look. Billy dropped his suitcase and crossed his arms over his chest, his mouth a grim line. 

“What are you doing out here, (y/n)?” he asked, though the tone of his voice suggested that he already knew your answer. 

“I’m coming with you,” you responded, crossing your arms over your chest in a mimicry of his stance. 

“We’ve already been over this,” he sighed. “You’re not coming.”

“And why not? And don’t give me a bullshit answer, Billy.”

“You’re not in the band, you’re– you’re young, there’s no reason to uproot you–”

“Stop acting like I’m a baby! I’m ten fucking months younger than Graham, I’m not five,” you cut him off, growing angry. 

“Still! It’s not like we’re going for fun,” Billy tried. 

“Oh fuck off, you might be going for your career but you’re going for fun just as much,” you rolled your eyes. Turning to Graham, you said, “C’mon, Teddy Graham, don’t you want me around?” 

Graham opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a few moments as his eyes darted between the two of you, clearly struggling for what to say. Eventually, he landed on, “I don’t see the problem, Billy. I mean, besides the band, the three of us have done everything together. Why not this?”

Billy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He worked his jaw, mulling it over. “Fine. Fine. You can come, but if you give me even one reason, I’ll send you back home to mom.” 

You grinned, running up the steps and pulling both of them into a hug. “You’d miss me too much if you didn’t bring me, anyway!”

Graham Dunne: Me? I never could say no to her. I would try sometimes, and she’d turn those eyes on me, and I’d be doing whatever she asked before I even realized I had given in. [Shrugs] She’s my baby sister, I always want her to be happy. 

When Warren rolled up to the curb a short while later, he and Eddie seemed only mildly surprised at your presence, before they greeted you all and started talking excitedly about the road trip. You piled into the back with your brothers and Billy’s girlfriend, Camila. Once inside, Camila scooted over to sit next to you. 

“I’m really glad you’re coming,” she said, smiling. 

“Yeah?” you asked. You liked Camila, she was always nice to you, but in the time Billy had been dating her, you hadn’t gotten to know her very well yet. 

“Of course! It’ll be nice to not be the only girl there. Plus,” she said, nudging you with her shoulder. “I know they would miss you too much if you stayed behind. Billy talks about you all the time.” 

“Does he now,” you asked sarcastically. Considering how, ever since the band began, you hardly saw Billy, let alone spent any time with him, you sincerely doubted this was true. Probably Camila was just trying to be nice. 

“Yes, he does,” she insisted. “You must know you and Graham are everything to him.”

Sure felt like it when he tried to abandon me and move three thousand miles away. Instead of airing this particular grievance, you just smiled over at Camila. It didn’t matter now, what Billy had been planning to do. You were coming with them. The sting of them– well, of Billy mostly– wanting to leave you behind wasn’t important. 

That first night, you all checked into a motel somewhere outside of St. Louis, after scrounging up enough cash to get dinner at a greasy side-of-the-road diner. The crickets chirped loudly in the black night as you walked toward your room, the air heavy with the scent of pine. The feeling of things changing weighed heavy on your chest, and lifted you up all the same. You and Graham were sharing a room, Eddie and Warren in the one to your left, and Camila and Billy in the one to your right. 

After unlocking the room, Graham immediately brushed his teeth and passed out on his bed. You sat on your own bed, reading a novel by the full moonlight slipping in through the window. Sleep evaded you, making the night endless. Sighing, you closed the book and put it on the nightstand, and quietly tip-toed across the room to pilfer through your brother’s bag for his cigarettes and a lighter. Once you found what you were looking for, you creeped over to the door and slipped out into the fresh night air. 

To your surprise, someone else was already standing outside, visible only in silhouette except for the glowing orange end of their cigarette. Upon closer inspection, you could make out Warren’s unruly mass of curls. You ambled over to stand next to him, gazing out at the mostly-empty motel parking lot and the stretch of road and forest beyond it. 

“Hey,” he said around his cigarette, voice barely more than a whisper. “Need a light?” 

“Please,” you nodded, turning your face to him. Warren came close to light your cigarette, and the little orange flame illuminated his face for just a moment, warm brown eyes meeting yours cast in a flickering glow. 

“Can’t sleep,” Warren observed, and you nodded. 

“Don’t know how I could sleep on a night like this.” You felt as though, if you squinted hard enough, you were able to see Los Angeles looming on the horizon. 

Warren turned to look at you, the strange expression on his face illuminated pale and blue in the moonlight. He was looking at you like you understood something about him, something he wasn’t expecting. “I would say that I won’t sleep until we get to L.A., but I won’t sleep then, either.”

You laughed, the sound a musical harmony, joined with the nocturnal noises of the crickets and frogs. 

Warren Rojas: ‘Course I remember that night. We were finally doing it, leaving Pittsburgh and chasing the dream, man. I was outside that motel in the middle of nowhere, Missouri, smoking a cigarette and thinking shit, we’re really doing this. And she comes out in her pajamas, and I swear we were the only ones left awake in that whole town. And we’re standing there smoking together, wide awake because the future was shaping itself around us. 

Y/N Dunne: I didn’t know Warren would become important to me then. I didn’t know at all. I was just so happy to not have been left behind, to be included in any way. That night, Warren and Eddie and Los Angeles, even, they were still my brothers’ things. Not mine, not yet. 

The next morning, you situated yourself in the front passenger seat of the van before Eddie could beat you to it. Warren seemed only mildly surprised to see you sitting there, a surprise that quickly morphed into a smile and a warm good morning greeting. In the back, Graham and Billy and Eddie shouted and played music, Camila snapped pictures of them and out the windows, but you and Warren were in your own little world. He was just making conversation, sure, but he was asking about your life, about you, listening to your stories and telling his own in return when you asked. It was the first time any of your brothers’ friends had paid you any mind beyond being Billy and Graham’s little sister. 

Warren was funny, you realized. He was attentive, too, his eyes cutting from the open road to you frequently as you animatedly told him stories from the neighboring seat. He was really listening, bringing up little details of things you said hours after you said them. 

Warren Rojas: I mean, I’m embarrassed to say it now, but I’d never given her a second thought before then. She used to hang around sometimes, when the band was still practicing out of their garage. But, you know, she was their kid sister. I remembered seeing her in school, the year below us. Graham always talked about her like she was much younger than she was, like she needed protection, but she was always a spitfire. I just didn’t realize how bitchin’ she was ‘til that trip. 

(Y/N) Dunne: It took one night in L.A. for all that to culminate into something new. 

You and Warren had taken to smoking with each other every night during the trip across the country, though you’d moved on exclusively to weed after that first night. It surprised and pleased you that the two of you never seemed to run out of things to talk about. 

Late that night you got to Los Angeles, you were unpacking your clothes into your chest of drawers when Warren darkened your doorway. He had a joint in his hand and he waved it at you when you looked up, a smile on his face. 

“Join me on the deck?” he asked. 

“Of course.” You dropped the pair of jeans you were folding onto the bed. Warren offered you his elbow, and you smiled as you wound your hand through it, allowing him to lead you down the hall and out onto the deck. 

“What a fucking view,” you breathed, immediately going to the railing to gaze out at Laurel Canyon blanketed in night, the stars scattered above you like salt across a tablecloth. You turned back to Warren to see that he was smiling softly at you. He’d lit the joint, and wordlessly he brought it to your lips. 

You took a long drag before passing it back to the man. “So what’re you planning to do now that we’re here?”

“Not sure,” you shrugged. “I can’t play music, so don’t worry, I’m not trying to join the band.”

Warren laughed, shaking his head. “Would it be so bad if you wanted to?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I love my brothers, you know I do, but I can’t work with them. Not that closely anyway. For now I’m gonna look for a waitressing gig or something.”

“But when we get that record deal, you’ll be there while we record, right?” 

“Course I will, War. I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” you promised. “I’ll be watching every minute of you guys making history.” 

You passed the joint between you both again, settling into a comfortable silence as you did so. 

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he said after a moment, and you whipped your head around to look at him, surprised. 

“Yeah?” you asked cautiously. 

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, nerves underlying his tone. 

“So kiss me,” you shrugged. The minute the words had left your mouth, Warren surged forward, cupping your face in his calloused hands, his lips warm and solid on yours. You fisted your hands in his t-shirt, pulling him as close as you possibly could. 

Warren Rojas: The consequences of us kissing were the last thing on my mind, man. All I was thinking was that I was alone with a super hot chick who understood me like nobody else did, and I would be a fool not to kiss her when I had the chance. 

(Y/N) Dunne: It didn’t hit me until later, when I was back in my room, that there even would be consequences. The first thought I had was that my brothers absolutely could not know under any circumstances. 

Things between you and Warren unfolded so easily, like they were the only natural course of events. Like the two of you were meant to come together in this way, and not God or nature or anything else could have gotten in the way of it. 

It was hard, finding time alone. You had gotten a job as a waitress at a nice, midscale Italian restaurant in Hollywood. You made really good tips, but the hours were more demanding than you had hoped for. And, of course, Warren was with the band, working hard every day. It wasn’t long after you all arrived in Los Angeles that they got their record deal, which you knew would happen, and they’d been laboring tirelessly towards its completion ever since. They had just started actually recording the thing, and you were over there sitting next to Tobias in the little soundbooth any free minute you had off. 

When you got home, most of the time all you wanted to do was fall on your bed and pass out immediately. Instead, you did your best to stay awake in your room until you were sure all of the band members had retired to their own rooms; then, you opened your bedroom door and quietly creeped across the hall to Warren’s. He always left the door open just a crack for you. 

Tonight, when you pushed open the door, Warren was sitting in his bed above the covers, wearing nothing but his boxers due to the stifling heat in the house. He was smoking a blunt and wearing a pair of wire frame glasses you’d never seen, reading something out of a copy of Rolling Stones magazine. At the soft click of the door closing behind you he looked up, shooting you a smile. 

“My girl,” he said by way of greeting, putting the magazine down next to him and opening his arms. Happily, you crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Those muscular drummer’s arms encircled you, and you spread one palm on his bare chest, the other on his cheek as you leaned in to give him a soft kiss. He held you close, deepening the kiss before you could pull away, making you smile against his lips. 

“Missed you,” you mumbled, only pulling away just enough to get the words out. 

Warren laughed, the sound vibrating pleasantly through your own body. “You just saw me a few hours ago, mama.” 

“I know,” you sighed. “But out there, I have to act like you’re just my friend, Warren. Or, really, I have to act like you’re just my brothers’ friend who I happen to spend a lot of time with because you’re in their band. It’s tiring.” 

You didn’t realize you were pouting, your brow furrowed with your emotions, until Warren reached up and smoothed the skin between your eyebrows with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, feeling a little silly for starting to get worked up. After all, it’s not like there was anything to be done about the situation. 

“It is tiring,” he nodded. “Say the word, baby, and we can tell everyone. You know I won’t complain about being able to kiss you anytime I want.” 

You smiled at the thought, but quickly turned serious, shaking your head. “You know we can’t. My brothers would fucking flip– well, Billy would at the very least– and I don’t want to cause any drama while you guys are really getting your careers off the ground.” 

Warren Rojas: She was right, I knew she was. I mean, Billy went and proved just how right she was when he did find out. But sitting at my drum kit and trying to pretend she wasn’t right on the other side of that glass– trying to pretend I didn’t want my hands on her every free second I had was torture. 

(Y/N) Dunne: As long as I could keep our thing in its bubble, it was safe. Safe from whatever the band could say about it, whatever shit my brothers would give us. It was so good. I was afraid if it was out in the open it would change, or die, or… I don’t know. I was afraid of losing him. 

As the months wore on, the two of you grew more comfortable, and with that, bolder. You used to only freely show him affection in his bedroom or yours, where it was safe. But that changed pretty quickly. Soon enough, when Warren squeezed past you in the kitchen, his hands lingered on your waist just a second too long to be casual. He would sit on the couch next to you during movie nights, arm thrown over the back of the couch and inching closer to resting protectively on your shoulders with every passing minute. 

And then he was pausing recording sessions by saying he had to use the bathroom and pulling you into random storage closets to kiss you breathless and leaving you panting and keyed up to get back before anyone got suspicious. You got so good at sneaking around. 

You got so good that it made you careless. 

The mistake you two made might have gone unnoticed on a different day. Usually, the morning after a recording session ran late into the night, everyone slept well into the afternoon, only getting up shortly before they had to head back into the studio again. Those nights were freer for you and Warren, you could be louder or even hang out in the living room or even on the deck without much fear that anybody else would wake up and discover you. 

Usually, the two of you had one rule: don’t fall asleep with each other. There were too many variables to falling asleep in the same bed, too much risk. If you ever fell asleep in Warren’s bed, he would wake you up pressing kisses to your neck and cheek,  sleepily walking you over to your room and kissing you goodnight at the door before returning, alone, to his room. 

But this night the recording session ran so late that you were both basically dead on your feet by the time you made it back to the house. If you were smarter, or at least thinking a little clearer, maybe you wouldn’t have gone to Warren’s room at all. If he was thinking a little clearer, maybe he would have brought you right back to your room and made you go to sleep. But you were both exhausted, and all you wanted was each other. 

So, you went to Warren’s room, where he was already half-asleep in bed. He welcomed you with open arms like he always did, and you happily slid into them. And then you were out like a light. You both were. 

Eddie Roundtree: Oh boy do I remember that morning. [Laughs] There have been very few moments in the time I knew Billy Dunne where I saw him so fucking angry. Personally, I just couldn’t believe I didn’t notice what was up with the two of them before then. 

“What. The fuck. Is going on here.” The sheer rage in Billy’s voice brought you out of sleep, blinking blearily around as you came into consciousness. It took you a minute to register where you were– wrapped up in Warren’s arms, under Warren’s sheets and in Warren’s bed– and a few seconds more to really realize the scope of the situation. Your eyes met Graham’s first, who was standing at the foot of the bed, just looking kind of shocked at what he was seeing. Eddie was standing in the doorway, his eyebrows practically up to his hairline, eyes darting between the pair of you in bed and your brothers. Billy was standing next to Graham, his hands gripping the metal bed frame so hard his knuckles were a bloodless white, his jaw clenched so tightly he must have been in pain, his face a menacing red. 

You half-way sat up and smacked Warren on the chest, a little guilty about waking him up from his peaceful sleep and into this situation. He took a moment to fully become conscious, too, but when he saw your brothers standing at the foot of the bed, he shot straight up into a sitting position. 

“Billy–” you started, but he cut you off. 

“No,” he said, holding up a hand to silence you. His voice was measured, but you could hear the rage simmering just beneath the surface. “Nothing out of you. What the fuck is going on here, Warren?”

“I–” Warren started but quickly stopped, sighing. “Billy, I think you know.” Your heart swelled at the fact that he didn’t try to deny or deflect you, even in the face of Billy’s anger. 

Billy just stared at him for a moment, and then he lunged, grabbing Warren’s ankle through the sheet and yanking the man and the bedclothes down to the floor. Warren landed with a thunk and a groan and you scrambled over to his side of the bed, reaching down to help him stand. Eddie and Graham were both protesting from either side of him, but Billy either didn’t hear them or didn’t care. As soon as Warren was standing, Billy punched him in the face, sending him reeling into the wall. 

You stumbled your way off the bed, feet getting caught in the sheets that were half on the floor, immediately coming to stand in front of Warren. You shoved Billy as hard as you could, and he stumbled back a few steps because he wasn’t expecting it. Your eyes blazed as you stared him down, vindication warming your chest as he seemed to shrink a little. 

“Back the fuck up, Billy! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you shouted. 

“You think I’m just gonna let him screw my little sister–” he started yelling, but was cut off when Graham put his hand on Billy’s arm, quietly but firmly saying, “That’s enough, man.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Billy. All of you, get the fuck out.” The level of your anger must have been genuinely frightening, because Graham bodily ushered Billy to the door without another word. You stomped behind them and slammed it closed. 

Immediately, you turned around and rushed to Warren, who was standing against the wall, holding his face. 

“Warren, I am so fucking sorry, my god,” you said emphatically. Gingerly, you pulled his hand away from his face and saw the skin on his cheek bone and all around his right eye, up to his eyebrow, was red and already darkening into a bruise. You felt tears of frustration and anger pricking at your eyes. “I am so, so sorry. I’ll go get you some ice, just give me one moment.” 

Warren grasped your wrist before you could get away, and you turned your face to the floor, not quite being able to stomach looking at him. This was all your fault. You knew what would happen if your brothers found out– well, you didn’t know Billy would go quite as berserk as he did– and you had allowed yourself to get reckless. 

“Hey,” he said softly. His voice was still scratchy with sleep, reminding you of so many late nights shared between the two of you, fighting hard to stay awake just to get a few more minutes with each other. Your heart panged painfully. When you still didn’t look at him, he gently grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. This is not your fault.” 

The tears really did come then, and you looked at Warren’s face helplessly, watching the bruise get worse in real time. “I knew my brothers would react in a shit way when they found out, and I shouldn’t have let us get so reckless.” 

“I was the one that made us so reckless, and I wouldn’t change that,” Warren insisted. “I was tired of wasting so much of the time we could’ve been spending together. Am I happy I just got punched in the face? Hell fuckin’ no, but I am glad that everything’s out in the open now. That I get to love you out in the open now.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked sharply up at him. “Love me?” 

The whole time you’d been together, neither of you had said a thing about love. You couldn’t remember exactly when you realized you loved him, but you knew you did. You had just been too nervous to say it, too afraid that he wouldn’t feel it back. 

“Are you kiddin’?” He asked, as though you were joking. At the serious look on your face, his own expression sobered. “Let me say it loud and clear, baby. I love you. I would take a punch from Billy Dunne every morning if it meant I could keep loving you, keep holding you the way I do.” 

You were grinning so wide that your cheeks hurt, and still crying a little from the overwhelming emotions of the whole situation. “God, I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself. And I am going to throttle my brother right now for what he did to you.” 

Warren laughed. “Let’s not make this whole thing worse than it already is, alright? I don’t want this to cause any more problems between you and your brothers than it already has.” 

You fretted, but eventually gave in. “Okay, well at least let me take care of this black eye.” 

Warren relented, and you made your way to the kitchen to get some ice. The house was eerily quiet, and you were sure Graham took Billy outside somewhere to cool off before anything could get worse. You were grateful that he did, because if you saw your oldest brother just then, you were sure that you would slap the shit out of him despite the conversation you and Warren just had. 

Graham and Billy didn’t return to the house until late afternoon, right before the sun was going down. You were in the kitchen with Warren and Eddie, the three of you working together to cook dinner. Eddie had returned to Warren’s room shortly after the whole ordeal, grinning and congratulating his best friend for ‘landing a chick that was so far out of his league’. You laughed and hugged him, grateful for the support. 

Billy lingered in the doorway, having enough shame to look sheepish. When you noticed him standing there, you angled yourself protectively in front of Warren, whose back was still turned to the sink, and who hadn’t noticed him yet. 

“You better be here to apologize, William,” you said, arms crossed over your chest. Warren turned around, confused, and only then noticed Billy standing there. He took a reflexive step back, as though he expected Billy to try to hit him again. 

Instead, Billy raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I am. Here to apologize, I mean. If you’ll let me.” 

You nodded once for him to continue. “I was so out of line this morning. I was just– you’re my baby sister, (Y/N)! I don’t think any man in the world is good enough for you. And I was just shocked, is all. But Warren, I shouldn’t have hit you, and I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t… you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Every word out of his mouth was a fight, and you could tell. It was nowhere near a perfect apology, but you knew it was the best you were going to get out of him. You turned a look on Warren, deciding to let him take the lead on this. It was really his apology to accept, after all. 

“It’s alright, man,” Warren said, waving a hand dismissively. You felt affection for him bloom in your chest, threatening to take you over. He was far more merciful than you ever would have been in this situation. You reached down and grabbed his hand, and he squeezed yours back. 

“Warren and I are together, Billy. And you’re just going to have to get used to that idea, because I will go fucking crazy on you if you ever lay a hand on him again. You were there for the creamsicle incident of ‘63, I know you remember. That is the kind of crazy I will unleash on you,” you promised. 

“I don’t doubt it,” Billy nodded, his eyes widening slightly. “Just– just give me some time. To get used to the idea.” 

You nodded, and with that, Billy turned and stalked off toward the stairs, revealing Graham standing in the hallway. He stepped forward into the kitchen and gave the two of you a genuine smile. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m really happy for you guys. I never would have thought of it myself, but you make a really good match,” he said. You beamed at him, maneuvering around the island to pull him into a hug. 

“Thanks, Teddy Graham. Love you.” 

“Love you, too, kid,” he squeezed you tightly, ruffling your hair before leaving the room as well. 

You returned to your spot at Warren’s side, resuming your cooking. Warren kept glancing over at you, the expression on his face somewhere between amused and impressed. 

“What?” you asked. 

“What’s the creamsicle incident of ‘63?”

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[pablitogavii]

If u have time ( please don't rush urself!!)

Can u do one where gavi pranks reader by telling her he wants to break up and he found someone new and she is supportive and sleeps in the guest room and crys so he comes and comforts her?

( ik it's detailed 😭 )

Bad Joke

"Amor, can I talk to you please?" Pablo called me from the bedroom and I finished cutting some tomatoes for the salad before walking in and seeing him sitting on our shared bed.

"What's up Pabs? Everything okay?" I said sitting down besides him touching his hand and he pulled back which immediately made me realize that something was wrong.

"I want to break up..um I found someone else..I'm sorry" he said and I froze wondering weather this is some horrible nightmare that I will wake from in a few seconds..this wouldn't be real..it isn't real!

A few days before..

"Oh come on! Don't be a pussy Gavi! We've all done it to our girls!" Mario said tapping Pablo's shoulder trying to convince him to pull this stupid break up prank on you but he wasn't convinced yet.

"She's different amigo..my girl is very sensitive especially with everything he had to go through with her dad leaving..I think it would be a cruel joke" Pablo fought back but even Javi said it would be fine..it's just a prank after all.

"I heard girls with daddy issues are hottest in bed..is that true Gavi??" Ale said and Pablo gave him a death glare clearly not amused with his comment.

"Drop it Ale! Fine! I'll do it if y'all will just shut up about it already!" Pablo said as they continued talking about other topics.

Back to reality..

"Do you love her?" I asked doing my best not to let tears escape my eyes.

"I don't know yet..we just met..at the party" Pablo answered and I sighed nodding my head looking away from his eyes not wanting to cry right now.

"Um..o..okay..I..let's have dinner..and I'll sleep in the guest room till tomorrow morning..I don't want to make you uncomfortable" was all I said getting up and leaving the bedroom before he could react.

Pablo sat across from you reaching for the bread the same time as you and your hands touched. Usually you would both giggle at this point but that touch made you pull back and feel a sudden urge to cry. It was really over..

"I'm not hungry..sorry" you said walking into the guest room and slamming the door behind you as tears finally spilled down your cheeks.

You were laying in bed scrolling through all your memories: form Barça games and you proudly wearing his name to the small family dinners where everyone smiled happily..he was no longer your family and that hurt unimaginably!

Pablo was wondering what to do sitting in the living room finding the best way to tell you it was a prank and wondering weather you will hate him afterwards. He should have never listened to boys! Joder!

When it was time to sleep, Pablo walked towards the guest room after showering really not planning on sleeping alone. He leaned and rested his ear on the door his heart breaking when he heard a light sob that made him open the door quickly.

"Amorcito? Are you crying?" he said and my heart broke a little more hearing that nickname leave his lips again..why was he hurting me like this.?

"P..please..don't call me that..please" I couldn't help my voice breaking feeling the bed dip as he laid behind me his strong arms surrounding me as he pulled me against himself.

"I'm such a cabrón, mi amor..it was a prank..all of it..I didn't meet anybody else..and I couldn't imagine being with anyone but you..tu eres mi chica preciosa" he said and I turned quickly looking into his eyes as if I needed reassurance that he was speaking the truth.

"It was a bad joke.." you said sniffling while tears still fell from your eyes but at least you were relieved that it wasn't the truth. He pulled you close and you hid your face in his naked chest hugging him back tightly.

"A very bad joke..and I'm sorry..so sorry mi preciosa but yo te muchisimo and you know that.." he spoke while running his hand gently down my spine and kissing the top of my head.

He told me that all of his friends did it too and were pastering him to do it but that he should have never agreed. I still felt sad but also a little relieved that nothing was changing and I was staying with the love of my life.

"I'll get you back for this Gavi!" you said and he raised his eyebrows matching your smile especially since you were calling him 'Gavi' which meant you meant it teasingly.

"Oh you will princesa!? Can't wait to see it..now come here!" he tickled me a bit before carrying me back to our bedroom and we fell asleep entangled in each other.

I am definitely getting him back! ;)

Ik it's shorty but I tried to incorporate everything you've asked! Lmk if you like it :)

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You're Gonna Kill For Me Or Die For Me

Johnny Slaughter X AFAB Reader⭐18+ MDI⭐

CW: Blood, Gore, kidnapping

CHPT: 1 Escaping Basement

Oh god things couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse. Every corner I turned the rooms looked the same, filled with blood and bones. I was never going to make it out of here. To think I actually listened to Leland. I just wanted to help Ana look for her sister, but of course this lug head wanted to check out the man with the beat up truck coated in blood. How they never got pulled over for questioning is beyond me. We went poking our noses where we shouldn’t have. Now I’m stuck in a stupid basement full of god knows what. I especially didn’t want to know who or what these bones came from. It was freaking me out the longer I was around them.I tried my best to avoid touching the bones in between the doors. Trying even harder to distance myself from the maniac with a chainsaw. While peering down the dark tunnel ahead I failed to hear the footsteps behind me.Two hands quickly grabbed at me one keeping me quiet and the other holding me still. Gasping and grabbing the hand around my mouth the assailant spoke.

“Sh sh shhh. It’s just me sweetheart.” It was Leland.

I quickly turned around punching him in the chest, “Jesus Christ you oaf you scared the shit outta me!” He smiled, wrapping his arms around me. 

Overcome with so many emotions: fear, anger, sadness, maybe even a little bit of guilt. I held him tightly, shedding a few tears not knowing if this would be our last hug alive.

“Hey now it’s gonna be okay we’re going to make it out of here. Okay?” He held my face wiping my tears with his thumbs.

I nodded, leaning into his palms.

“Now, I’ve made up a couple bone shanks to keep us safe. We just need to stick together and find a way out.” Leland gave my face one last squeeze before letting go.

I let him lead the way as I felt like I was only going round in circles. Before moving too far he handed me one of those bone shanks. I didn’t pay much attention where we were going, opting instead to watch and listen for that rattling chainsaw. The smell of decay and mildew was overwhelming. Made me miss the smell of home real bad, hell I just missed home in general. Bet Ma is worried sick. Leland stopped quickly shooting an arm out to grab me pulling me in a closet. About to open my mouth and question him, the look he shot me told me I needed to be quiet. Holding my breath and looking out of the little slit I saw the owner of the pick up truck slinking by. 

“M’ on yer tail I know y'all ‘r round here somewhere..”

Looking at Leland with wide eyes he just put a finger to his lips. The heavy thuds of his boots circled behind us heading down the rest of the hall. Leland peaked his head out first, slowly stepping out and offering me a hand. Taking it and following him back down the hall opposite of that psycho path. We ended up in what seemed to be the room.

“You see that tin thing? I need ya to open that for me. You know how butter fingered I am” He nodded towards what looked like a pigpen door.

I slowly opened the pen crawling through into the red lit room. I gasped as I saw all the different skulls littering the walls. He crawled out right beside me letting out a small ‘oh god.’ He quickly turned my head and led me to the large metal door.

“Do not turn around, understand me.” He stated as he started fiddling around with the lock on the door.

Everything in me wanted to turn around. “Why?” I whispered. 

He sighed, shaking his head, “ It’s- It’s Ana. Now please don’t look darlin’.”

I needed to know what he meant by the way he sounded. It couldn't have been good. What if I just did a quick look no longer than two seconds? I did and I wish I wouldn’t have. Grabbing Leland’s shoulder and letting out a sob. Ana was sat on some kind of meat hook. Limp. There was blood all around her. Leland sniffled, still picking the lock as he knew I looked and couldn’t spare the time to stop. This was no longer just some scary prank but a fight for our lives. Once the lock popped open he hugged me tightly. He pulled away, grabbing my face lightly.

“We’re gonna make it out of here and we’re gonna go get help. Whatever happens I love you and ‘m sorry I dragged you into this mess.” He kissed me softly.

He was always so gentle with me.” I love you too. Nothings gonna happen. Ya hear?”

Nodding he gave me one last squeeze before letting go. “Now I’m gonna open this door and we’re gonna book it. Do. Not. Stop. Running.”

I wasn’t ready but I had to be if we were going to make it out of here. Leland counted on his fingers as soon as it hit three he flung the door open and started sprinting. I fell behind not being able to keep up with his long strides. I had no idea where we were headed. I just knew I didn’t want to lose sight of him. Playing football really paid off for him though he was fast and agile. He ran through the maze of doors and bones until we stopped at what we thought was the front door. Grabbing the door knob twisting and pulling. It was locked.

“Shit, I don’t have a lock pick.” He whispered.

“I don’t either.” I looked around closely trying to find anything worth using, but not leaving the room. I fear if I did I’d get lost.

“Leland the stairs.” I point to a staircase leading to the second floor. “Maybe we kind find somethin there.”

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[xxaraaq]

𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝

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wc | 0.9k

cw | nudity, suggestiveness but not actual smut

Painter! Eren x reader

A/N | I hope y'all enjoy. Not edited.

It took him ages to convince you, but you eventually cracked. He asked you what the point of dating an art student if you wouldn’t let him use his talents. It was raining outside, and you opened the window to let the breeze into the room and hear the sound of droplets pouring down onto the city as you listened from your dimly lit apartment. He never understood why you liked the sound of rain, but it was something you took comfort in, so he didn’t question you.

You laid down on the couch as he set up the eisel, squeezing the different colors onto his worn palette. A thought crossed your mind as you smiled. “Babe?” You grabbed his attention. “He hummed, a sign that he was listening as he focused on setting everything up. “What if you painted me naked, like Rose and Jack from Titanic?” You asked him, his head snapped up to face you. “He didn’t paint her, he drew her” 

You throw a pillow at him, not amused. “You know what I mean smartass, you get the idea.” You huff as he doubles over in laughter. He calms down as you stare at him, displeased. “Yeah, yeah we can do that. Take off your clothes.” He says. You smile as you lift your shirt up, breasts exposed as you lean back on the plush cushions. He smirks when he realizes you aren’t wearing anything besides his shirt. He walks towards you, positioning you in the way he wanted to paint you in. “You comfortable? You’re gonna have to stay like this for a while.” He asks, eyes scanning over your body once more before going to sit back down. You nod, saying that you’re fine.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he starts, only the pitter patter of the rain heard in the space. You hear his soft breathing as his hand flicks around the canvas, filling the blank space with soft shades of brown, grays, and greens. You smile every time your eyes meet his. He playfully scolds you everytime, saying that you need to stay completely still or else the image of you in his head will get screwed up. You apologize again and again, but do it everytime it happens. As you sit as still as possible, you think how stupid you were for denying him in the past. You were convinced that it would be boring, but it really wasn’t bad. You were content sitting all pretty while Eren drank you in, using you as his model while he filled the empty space with the thing he loved most.

He’s so happy that you finally gave in to his biggest wish. Of course he’s painted you before, but not like this. Never with you situated right in front of him, laying on display just for him. He knows he’ll cherish this forever, but for now he just wants to be in the moment and enjoy it. He eyes you up and down, the sight of you making him want to take you right here and now. He’s seen every part of your body, but seeing you rest stagnant makes him really be able to view you all the more closer. How the stretch marks on your thighs stop just before the cusp of your ass, how the scars on your knees overlap one another, and so much more. You were so magnificent, and he finally got to see it all without pleasure clouding his mind. It was sobering, but in a good way. He ingrained the image of your naked body like this in his mind, and he prayed that he would never forget it. 

He was about halfway through your portrait when he realized how much time had passed. You had taken breaks of course, but your body was starting to cramp from staying in the same position for so long. It was still raining outside, but you closed the window anyway, having enough of it for one day. He cleaned up as you stretched, groaning as you stood up. “What does it look like? Lemme see.” You walk towards the easel, but he stops you, gently grabbing you by the waist. “It’s bad luck for the muse to see a painting before it’s done, y'know. Maybe tomorrow, okay.” He says, smiling as you kiss his cheek. You don’t think you’ve ever heard that saying before, but you weren’t going to push any further. 

“Okay, well this muse is tired and achy, so I’m going to go lay down.” You pay his chest, but he tugs you back in. “Wait a minute..lemme just look at you.” He whispers, eyes darting along your face. You smile warmly as you do the same, taking in all his features. You’ve always known this, but Eren was a pretty man. He was hot and sexy, yeah, but he really was gorgeous. He kisses you, tongue sliding in your mouth as you moan into it. “It’s weird that I’m the only one who has my clothes on y’know, it’s not really fair.” You say, taken aback by his sudden and passionate kiss. “Well then why don’t you fix it then? He chuckles, and you lift his shirt off him. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggle as he walks the pair of you to the room.

For now, the canvas can stay half way finished a little longer. All he wants to think as of ways he can fuck you so that your face as your driven crazy with pleasure is burned in his mind so he can paint it later.

-Nene

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She Likes You! (Black Clover)

We're at it again- WHOOO! :D

Heyo everyone! This is part two of a collab I'm doing with the amazing @intheticklecloset We decided to embrace our shippy selves and our love of Black Clover to bring y'all some confessional tickles! (or in my case; realization ones lols)

💖💖💖For Nym's Part💖💖💖

Summary: Yuno does some thinking after Asta helped him realize his feelings for the Leopold. Maybe he can help him realize the ones from a certain water mage in return?

“Don't you think I’d notice if someone had feelings for me?

Yuno was still rather shocked by such a statement. The delivery was matter of fact too- like Asta truly believed in what he was saying. He was either convinced or obtuse- or both. Asta could be both.

The wind mage leaned back against the grassy hill, arms behind his head as he played back the other day’s events over and over again. It was a good conversation, and much has happened since. All good things really.

So why was he so hung up on the comment? Did it really matter in the long run?

His focus switched back to Asta and his teammate- Noelle was her name, right?-leaving. He remembered how she looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention, the warmth that spread across her cheeks and the softness in her eyes showing her true feelings for the smaller mage. When he did look at her, she’d hide it quickly- trying for disinterest with little success.

‘Is that how I looked with Leo?’ The thought hit him like a tornado, making everything come together. That was it- that same hopelessly in love expression that girl wore with Asta. She felt for him how he felt for Leopold.

Somehow, the thought made him rather sad. Yuno hadn’t realized it before, but he was starting to empathize with her situation. Being in love with someone who you don’t even know likes you back.

At least, that was his own predicament until recently.

“Hey.” A finger poked his forehead, making him open his eyes. Green irises looked down at him, framed by vibrant hair. He looked upside down from his position, but his smile was as bright as the sun. “There you are. Whatcha thinking about, wind chime?”

“I told you to call me Yuno.” He huffed with a small blush as the redhead somersaulted beside him, getting comfortable. He didn’t know what changed, but one day-Leopold approached him with his heart in his hands, declaring his feelings in that special Vermillion way of his. They’ve been keeping things on the downlow since, but Yuno couldn’t be happier. “I’m just thinking about Asta. That girl really likes him, huh?”

“Noelle? Oh man- she’s crazy about him!” Leopold nodded excitedly, scooting close to him and resting his head against his chest. “Anytime anyone brings up his name she perks up, but if you ask her directly she’ll try to drown you. It’s cute.” He grinned, his smile faltering some. “Still, I’m worried about her. What if Asta breaks her heart?”

“He won’t.” Yuno replied automatically, perhaps a touch too hard. Leopold only chuckled in response, patting his chest.

“I know he won’t. Not intentionally. I just don’t think he quite gets she’s into him yet.” Leopold mused, playing with the tufts of Yuno’s Golden Dawn uniform. “Granted, I was pretty dense myself until my siblings asked me if I liked you. After that, it was like someone cleared all the fog in my brain.” He grinned up at Yuno, eyes soft. “I know it’s not a perfect solution, but sometimes you just need somebody to come over and hit you with an obvious truth for things to click.”

Yuno had been nodding along listening to him, but that last part struck a chord.

Of course..why didn’t he think of that sooner?

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” Yuno told him, taking Leopold’s chin in his hand as he kissed him quick. The redhead was beaming when they pulled away. “Completely brilliant.”

“Hmm, tell me again without words, yeah?” The redhead grinned as Yuno kissed him again and again.

His plan would have to wait until later it seems.

~~~

“Noelle likes you.”

There- he said it! Since his time with Leopold, Yuno had been debating on how to approach the subject matter. Should he do what Asta did and teasingly lean into it? Ask questions that would eventually lead to his friend coming to the realization himself?

In the end, the second they met up once again to hang out- it just came out like that. His version of a greeting.

“Huh?” Asta blinked, staring. “..huh?”

Okay- maybe should have started with the greeting. “Hey, what’s up? Noelle likes you.” Nailed it! He watched, waiting for Asta to process the information.

“Well, yeah- I know that.” Asta smiled, nodding. “We’re friends, afterall!”

Yuno blinked, then he closed his eyes, seeking patience. “No, I mean- she likes you.”

“Yeah…I know?” Asta waved his hands before him, puzzled. “I think she likes everyone in the Black Bulls though. Especially Vanessa and Grey, but their all girls so it makes sense-”

“Asta.” Yuno tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice as he grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “She likes you. Like how I…really like Leo.” The confession wasn’t new, but it still made Yuno’s cheeks warm.

Finally, Asta seemed to get it. “Oh? Oh! Oh…nah, there’s no way! No way at all- she doesn’t like me like that.” Asta laughed as he took a step back. “I already told you, I’d-

“Yes, you’d notice if someone had feelings for you, you’ve said that before.” Yuno gave up on hiding his exasperation, shaking his head. “Sorry to say this, but I think you’re wrong this time.”

“Whatcha mean by that?” Asta narrowed his eyes some, raising his chin with an indignant frown. “Are you saying I’m not good at picking these things up?”

“Yes.” Yuno nodded. Asta sputtered in shock, eyes wide.

“Well! I’d never!” Asta puffed, his annoyance fading when Yuno started to smile. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

“And you’re oblivious. I’m serious though- Noelle likes you.”

“I really don’t see it.”

“She calls you ‘dorksta.’”

“You call me ‘shortsta’- I don’t see you getting down on one knee.”

“You're not my type. She’s always looking at you.”

“Everyone looks at me!”

“Not the way she does! She’s always by your side-”

“To send me flying with water-”

“Asta!” 

“It’s true!” Asta cried back, shaking his head as he flopped into the grass beneath his feet, leaning back on his hands. “Even if she did like me like you say she does, it wouldn’t matter. She’s royalty- meaning she’s got an entire ocean of guys to pick from if she wanted. Why would she pick me?” Something uncharacteristically bitter entered Asta’s tone- a rare side of self-loathing Yuno never thought he’d hear from his best friend. “It’s like back in Hage when you pick potatoes; you grab the best ones first. No one wants the little guys.”

Yuno couldn’t believe his ears. Was this really Asta? Shaking his head, he sat down beside him in the grass, bringing his knees up to his chest. “Do you remember what you told me when I said the same thing about Leopold? You said I still have a chance, and that it didn’t matter about our social standing.”

“This is different, Yuno. Really different.”

“How?”

“Look at you!” Asta waved a hand at him, gesturing to his entire being. “You’re tall, cool as hell, have amazing magic- not to mention you’re an amazing person inside and out, even when you’re being a jerk. It’s easy to see why Leopold likes you so much- you’re the whole package.” Asta slumped some, his hand dropping back to his side. “But me..what do I have to offer? I’m short, loud, and smelly. I’m nothing until I become the Wizard King. Until then-what can I offer her if I did like her back?”

“Asta..” Yuno felt his heart break at his friend's words. Asta sat up then, putting on a brave smile.

“It doesn’t matter- I’m already in love as is! One day- I’ll come home and sweep Sister Lily off her feet! She’ll accept my proposal one day-AH!” Suddenly the world tilted as Asta was unceremoniously pushed back into the grass. “Yuno? You big jerk- you can’t go tackling people like that!”

“I’m not the jerk here.” Yuno growled, tone nearly unreadable as he cracked his knuckles, staring daggers into Asta’s soul. “Enough is enough- if you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you, I’m just gonna have to open your eyes myself!”

“Huh? What are yo-ohohohooeheahhahaha!” Almost immediately, the smaller boy arched with a yelp, hands shooting down to grab Yuno’s wrist as they scratched along his waist. “Yuhuhuhuhuno, wahhahahait! Gehahahahah, yohohohou jeheheherk- whahahhat the heheheehll?”

“Oh? What- you think you can tickle me until I confess and not get it in return?” Yuno’s death glare melted into a warm smile as he carried on scritching his fingers against Asta’s tunic, making his friend squirm and giggle. “I’m not stopping until you admit you’re worthy of Noelle’s feelings!”

“Buhuhuhuht I’m nohohohohot! Nohohohot yheheheheht!” Asta cried out, arching when Yuno dropped to his hips, pressing tickly thumbs into the soft spots. “Geahhahahha, Yuhuhuhuno! Dohohohohon’t nohohoht thehehehhehre!”

“Yes there! You’re so dense, I bet if someone cut your head open, they’d find bricks! And another thing- what are you saying you’ve got nothing to offer? So what if you’re short and smelly- that’s just you! You’re also brave, heroic, and determined! Do you really think Noelle only likes you based on the shallow things?” Tsking, Yuno kept one hand on his hip while the other moved to Asta’s ribs, making him shout before dissolving into giddy snickers. “She looks at you like you’re the only star in the night sky. She hangs onto every word you say, and she’s always flustered and shy whenever you look at her. She’s in love with you!”

“Ahehahahahhhahaha! Ehehehheven ihihihihihif thahahhat’s truuhuhhuuhe- I dohoohohohn’t thihihihk-GEHAHHAHA YUNO!” The second fingers attacked his stomach, Asta was flailing like a fish, his softer giggles shooting up to a proper burst as his worst spot was attacked. “GEHHAAHHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Yes! This is what you get!” Yuno smirked, deciding to go all out. Pulling out his most diabolical weapon, he leaned down and got right up to Asta’s ear. “Come on, whittle Asta- you and I both know you’re much better than you think. Admit it, will you? Please, for me?”

“TRAHAHHAHAITOR!” As if Asta couldn’t laugh harder! The dreaded teasing voice Yuno discovered worked so well on him sent him into near silent laughter- face red and eyes growing misty. Finally, he gave in, smacking the ground repeatedly and pulling at Yuno’s coat in submission. “OHOHOOHKAY OHOHOHOKAY ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

Yuno did as requested, pulling his hands back as he watched Asta curl into a loose ball against the ground, gasping for air. His cheeks were bright red, stained with tear streaks from how hard he was laughing. For a moment, Yuno felt a bit bad.

Then Asta was on his feet tackling him into the grass for revenge and Yuno realized feeling bad for someone so energetic wasn’t always the best idea.

~~~

“Heh. This feels all too familiar.” Asta laughed, breathless beneath the warm sun as he laid side by side with Yuno. “Weren’t we just having this conversation?”

“Can’t remember. My memory is as short as you.” Yuno snickered, laughing more when Asta threw a handful of grass at him.

“Shut up! Jerk.” Asta grinned, looking up towards the sky. After a moment, he spoke again, voice careful. “Do you…really think she likes me? Like, truly likes me?”

“She thinks the world of you, Asta.” Yuno reassured him, watching the emotions play out on his friend’s face. Realization there might be something there, anguish of possible rejection. And hope…something hopeful that maybe, just maybe…”Even if she has a hard time expressing it. I think she’s scared to tell you cause you might not feel the same.

“You don’t have to tell her now if you’re unsure. Just don’t drag her along, okay? When you realize how you feel about her, make it known- regardless of what it is. Believe me when I say..” Yuno’s ears burned as he turned away from his friend’s watchful eyes. “It really, really helps to know from the otherside.”

Asta was quiet. Then he reached out, punching Yuno’s shoulder gently. “To think it was only yesterday it was me comforting you when you were unsure. Thanks, Yuno. For everything.”

“Hmm.” Yuno nodded, bumping his fist against Asta's, pretending the mistiness of his vision was from the earlier tickle attacks. “Thank you too.”

Thanks for reading! And another major thank you to Nym for collabing with me! This was the best!

#black clover #fluff #tickle #tickle fic #collab #part two #asta #yuno #implied Astelle #Yunleo #I love them your honor AHHH! #Squiggily writes the things #This was so fun! Thank you for collabing with me friend!

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Our Final Hour (Lyney x Male Reader)

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Why would she say that? 

And with such a smug look on her face. 

Right here? 

Right now?

This can't be fair. 

This can't be the justice that Fontaine's Archon seeks. 

"Tell me. Aren't you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth?" Furina's incriminating question rings in your ears. 

"No…" you mumble, feeling your heart sink. 

"It was so close to being over… why would she…?"

You begin to feel light headed. 

The trial felt like it had been dragging on for eons. Everything that led up to it had happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone was captivated by the twins' magic show, but now the same opera house that was hosting wonder was now the scene of an onstage murder. And, unfortunately, Lyney was the primary suspect. You and Lyney had been friends for years, and you knew without an ounce of doubt that he didn't commit this crime. But alas, the man you had grown to love was now in danger of facing a prison sentence… or even worse: the death penalty. 

Luckily, the Traveler and Paimon were there to act as the twins' attorneys, while you anxiously and silently supported them from the audience. Things seemed to be going the right way. The citizens were beginning to see the inconsistencies in Furina's testament. It was almost over. 

Almost. 

So close.

But Fontaine's beloved Archon was never one to accept defeat so easily. Her love for dramatics is probably what pushed to unveil the unspoken truth about the twins. You feel your heart begin to shatter in your chest as you hear the people of the court begin to murmur critically among themselves. 

Your ears ring and it becomes hard to breathe as the accusations continue. You lift your head up to where the twins, Paimon, and the Traveller are standing. Words are being spoken, but you can't hear them. Your gaze turns to Furina, who looks ever so proud of herself. The clanking sound of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinal brings you back to reality as you watch it tilt towards the Hydro Archon. 

Suddenly, the Traveler's voice rang through the room. 

"I request a brief adjournment. There are things that must be discussed," the blonde says, their floating travel companion nodding in agreement beside them. 

"Please, please, please…" you pray repeatedly amidst the whispers of how the Traveler's request is unnecessary. 

Like an answer from Celestia above, Chief Justice Neuvillette deems the request reasonable. 

"This trial will reconvene in one hour," Neuvillette says, causing the court to shout in disagreement with his choice. 

It takes everything in you to not jump up and cheer as waves of relief crash into you. An hour. That should be more than enough time to clear things up right? Lyney will be proven innocent in no time! Hopefully… 

After Furina chastises them one last time, you see the Traveler, Paimon, and the twins go toward the back of the opera house. You quickly pick up your travel bag from the floor and formulate a plan to get to them without being sent away by the Gardes. Fortunately for you, it actually wasn't too difficult. 

"The Garde is either extremely incompetent or one of them is definitely in on the incident…" you think to yourself as you make your way backstage. 

You lean against the closed double doors and listen to the voices coming from behind it. You hear Lyney and Lynette apologize to the Traveler and Paimon for things they shouldn't have to. Even Paimon is being merciless towards the two. 

"We trusted you two under the assumption that you weren't bad guys!" Paimon squeals. 

Bad? Lyney? You had years worth of evidence that those words don't even belong in the same sentence together. 

"How dare they…" you think to yourself as you feel anger begin to stir inside your chest.

How could the person being so accusatory towards the twins be the same fair and legendary traveler that you've been hearing tales about? How could they so quickly forget how willingly Lyney rescued them from Furina's attempt at imprisoning them mere days ago? Maybe their pedestal was built on nothing but bias and fairytales. 

You continue to listen to the conversation behind the door. Lyney and Lynette explain their true goals and intentions, but the Traveler and Paimon only respond to them with remarks of suspicion. At this point, you're burning with anger. It's taking all of your willpower to not summon your weapon, barge into the room, and show that fucking hypocrite of a traveler and their annoying floating companion that maybe the Fatui aren't the only people they should be weary of. 

During your moment to attempt to regain self control, you end up missing most of the conversation. What brings you back to reality is hearing the Traveler reluctantly agree to continue trying to find the truth behind the case. 

"How about you apologize for being cruel for no fucking reason?" you mumble, dissatisfied with the "hero's" attitude towards your friends. 

You hear footsteps approach the door as the twins once again apologize and thank the Traveler and Paimon. You move from your position against the door and press your back against the wall beside it. The double doors swing open as the Traveler and Paimon walk out with a "huff". You glare daggers into both of their backs as they walk away, hoping they can sense your wrath. Shortly after, Lynette timidly walks out. A shaky sigh escapes her lips as she turns back to the room. 

"Are you coming, Lyney?" she nervously asks her brother who hasn't moved. 

"Ah, in a moment, Lynette," he replies with a hint of hurt in his voice. "I just… need a moment to collect myself. I'll be with you guys shortly."

Lynette gives him an affirming nod before exiting the scene. 

Just as you begin to step away from the wall, you hear Lyney's voice again. 

"You don't have to hide, my dear friend," he says, causing you to stop in your tracks. How in the hell did he know you were there? 

"Please… come sit with me. I could really use a kind face right about now."

You can tell that he's fighting tears as he speaks to you. 

You enter the room and quietly close the doors behind you. Your turn to see Lyney sitting down on a loveseat, resting elbows on the table in front of him as his chin sits in his palms. Lyney sighs as you sit beside him. 

"I'm guessing you heard everything…" he says, staring at the wall in front of him. You let out a soft hum as you dig through your bag and eventually pull out a bulle fruit. “I very much heard the Traveler and Paimon being complete assholes to you, if that’s what you’re asking,” you say as you begin to peel the fruit. Lyney lets out a soft chuckle at your comment. “Though their words stung, they have the right to feel the way they do,” he replies, sighing as his gaze moves down to his feet.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you give Lyney a piece of the fruit.

“Well, if you ask me, Lyney, it’s very hypocritical. How can they be buddy-buddy with Childe, of all people, but then have issues with you and Lynette? It doesn’t make sense,” you say as Lyney takes the fruit wedge you’re offering.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but I choose to have no qualms with the Traveler. Despite everything, they’re still going to try to help with the trial,” Lyney says, popping the fruit into his mouth.

You cross your arms and let out a heavy sigh as the magician eats.

“But is it because they want to, or because they have a reputation to protect?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

Lyney’s face turns to stone at your question. His eyes flicker over to you then back to his feet. You sigh again. “Despite everything, I still think it’s admirable of you to give them the benefit of the doubt after how cruel they’ve been to you. Do I think they deserve it? No. But, it’s very in character of you to do so. You’ve always been so… selfless.”

Lyney’s cheeks begin to turn red at your praise.

“In all honesty, I’m thankful for the Traveler. Maybe I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’m hoping that with their help, I’ll be proven innocent,” Lyney says.

A small smile appears on his lips, but it quickly fades back into a frown. “But…” he continues, “I can’t help but wonder what will happen if things don’t end in my favor.”

You silently eat another piece of bulle fruit while Lyney speaks.

“Of course, no matter the verdict, there will be people who doubt me as both a magician and person…”

He’s now sitting back in the loveseat with his arms and legs crossed. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling.

“On the other hand, facing a prison sentence would not only ruin my reputation, it would be awful for Lynette and Freminet too…”

Without realizing, Lyney’s eyes lock onto you. He seems to want to say something to you, but the words are practically stuck in his throat.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, meeting the magician’s violet eyes. “It’s just…” Lyney begins, his voice barely above a whisper, “I would also hate for you to be known as the guy who’s best friend is a criminal…”

Tears begin to form in Lyney’s eyes as he continues to speak.

“If the people of Fontaine aren’t convinced I’m innocent in the end, I could be facing worse than prison. I could be facing death.”

“Hey, don’t think like that-” you start to say, but Lyney cuts you off.

“But it’s true!” he shouts, causing your eyes to widen, “I could be put to death because of this!”

His elbows are now resting on his knees as he frantically grasps at his ash blonde hair. His breathing becomes shaky as the tears he’s been fighting race down his cheeks.

“I can’t die here! I can’t leave them behind!” he yells between sobs.

“Lynette… Freminet… they still need me!”

You place your palm on his trembling back and rub small circles into it.

“Hey, shh, shh. It’s going to be okay…” you say, trying to help calm him down.

Your heart breaks as he turns his tearstained face to you.

“And you…” he says, his voice broken from both yelling and crying so hard, “Archons above, I… I have so much to tell you.”

Before either of you can think, Lyney’s lips are crashing into yours. He firmly grasps the front of your shirt, pulling you as close as he possibly can. Your heart is racing as you melt into Lyney’s touch, placing your hands onto his shoulders to deepen the kiss.

After what feels like forever and no time at all, Lyney pulls away, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“For years I’ve been trying my hardest to impress the boy next door, and now he’s here, during what could be my final hour.”

He then gently intertwines his shaky hands with yours, his thumb grazing the back of your hand.

“I… have something to request of you. And it may be a little selfish.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your chest as Lyney’s grip on your hands becomes firm.

“Please, if this ends well, let me be the one who gets to hold your hand while walking through the streets of Fontaine, just like this. I want to be the shoulder you cry on, just like you’ve been for me for all these years, and even right now. Please, let me be yours until the end of time, because I’ve come to realize that imprisonment is so much better than freedom without you.”

Before you know it, tears are streaming down your face.

“Yes,” is all you manage to say before pulling Lyney in for another kiss.

This time, there’s no surprise. The kiss is much more heartfelt this time, now that long overdue confession has finally been said.

Eventually, you both pull away, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“I have something I wish to entrust to you,” Lyney says, his voice barely audible.

He takes off his hat and reaches into it. You gasp at what appears in his hand.

“Lyney, is that… your Vision?”

Lyney slides his Pyro Vision into your hands, gently closing your fingers around it.

“Consider this my first or final promise to you. If I get through this, meet me by the Fountain of Lucin and please return my vision to me. If the latter happens… please keep this as a way to remember the magician who’s been silently in love with you for years.”

You nod at Lyney’s request, lifting his hand to your lips to give it a soft kiss. Lyney kisses your forehead in return as he stands.

“Our hour is up, my dear,” he says as he looks towards the doors, “but I promise we will meet again. Even if it’s in the next life.”

Lyney makes his way towards the exit.

“Wait, Lyney!” you call, making him look over his shoulder to you.

“How did you get your Vision back? I thought your assistant had it.”

A small playful smile appears upon Lyney’s lips upon hearing your question. “A good magician never shares their secrets,” he says as leaves the room.

But the fact that he was in love with you is a secret he was praying he could yell from the rooftops if he made it out of this trial with his life.

#lyney #lyney x reader #lyney one shot #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact #genshin x reader #writing commissions #accepting commissions

[lexi-the-demon-69]

My CRK hot takes (character edition)

Yeah, you knew this was bound to happen. So, here are my Cookie Run Kingdom hot takes! Please do not read beyond this point if you are easily offended by someone else's opinion because I do not feel like listening to some of you guys whine in the comments.

So, here they are lol:

Ok, now let me explain my takes! I couldn't really fit everything into the comic, because they're just too small and I don't think I can do it justice. So, here are my explanations!

1.) "Black Pearl is an overrated character and didn't deserve to be Cookie of the Year."

I honestly do not understand why she’s so popular, other than that her design is pretty and she’s VERY good skill-wise. Other than that… there’s nothing really that I like about her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not criminally offensive compared to other characters, but all she is to me is a simple rehash of Dark Choco Cookie’s character, but worse. If anything, Sherbert Cookie should’ve been Cookie of the Year and not her! He’s an amazingly written character compared to her and I actually feel very sorry for, unlike Black Pearl. The only reason why she got Cookie of the Year is that she’s pretty. That’s it.

2.) "Clotted Cream can go fuck himself."

I despise this character with a passion. I also do not understand the appeal of Clotted Cream. There is just something about him that I just do not like! The moment I laid eyes on him in Cookie Odyssey, I immediately thought he was the man behind the slaughter and I feel like that was also half of the fandom at the time when Cookie Odyssey was released. Do I even need to mention the scene where he confronts the ancients with Dark Enchantress Cookie’s identity? I mean, yes, it should’ve been said, but holy fuck he could NOT shut his fucking mouth! Besides, HE started the whole damn thing! If anything, Dark Cacao should AT LEAST knock some fucking sense into him. I would not be even mad. Also, he’s fucking annoying to me. Why does he not have a British accent?! WHY?!-

3.) "LicoPom is a good ship"

I stand by this and I shall explain myself now. Both Pomegranate and Licorice Cookie are shitty people and they both treat Dark Choco like garbage. The ONLY reason why people say this ship is bad is because Pomegranate is shitty towards Choco. Y'all, you DO realize Licorice also uses Dark Choco as a punching bag too, right? Not only does Licorice throw Dark Choco under the bus by mentioning him to get him in trouble, but ALSO calls him names. Not to mention that Licorice is treated the best by Pomegranate, compared to the others, and you can see that they care about each other (at least, Licorice does, at the end of episode 14, where he tells her that she's hurt and they need to retreat.) They deserve each other, honestly.

4.) "The Heroes of the Dark Cacao Update is THE BEST CRK Update."

Do I really need to explain why? I mean, this update is CARRIED by its story ALONE! Not to mention we got Dark Cacao: One of the BEST written characters in the entire game, Affogato Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie: Dark Choco's wife/j and certified Girlboss, and we got to learn more about Dark Choco Cookie as a character! Whoever says this update is bad is a liar-

5.) "Sea Fairy is a mid character"

I don't think I need to explain why. We know very little about her, even after the Mermaid update we only know that she's connected to the Mermaids and that's kinda it. I mean, I don't hate her at all, but I wish we had a little more info about her.

6.) "Pudding Cookie should be introduced into Kingdom for the next Krima update"

Ok, not much of a hot take but more of an opinion. I mean, c'mon! Look at her!! We need an update where she's introduced along with other Christmas Cookies with their own little story, like in ovenbreak! Please, Devsisters, do it-

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Ok, that's all of my hot takes I have so far. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose some of my followers for these takes- (thank you for 400 followers btw!! It really means a lot!!) but I say it's worth it. If any of you guys have any hot takes of your own, please let me know in the comments or ask box! I'd love to see them!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #licorice cookie #clotted cream cookie #sea fairy cookie #pudding cookie #dark choco cookie #licopom #licorice cookie x pomegranate cookie #black pearl cookie #sherbet cookie #hot takes

[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓ Day 1

Word Count: 5.1K Paring: Avatar!Jake Sully x Fem!Human!Reader, Human!Jake Sully x Fem!Human!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Macro/Micro WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral sex (male and female receiving), significant size difference, interspecies sex, fingering, p-in-v sex

Summary: Jake Sully and (Y/N) came to Pandora in the ISV Venture Star as part of the same research team. From an early stage, the pair got on well, and everyone could see that. But there were certain proclivities that they reserved for each other.

A/N:  your eyes do not deceive you, I am taking on the Kinktober challenge for the very first time. First off the bat, I will probably not post it consistently but I will finish it even if it takes me until the end of the year. Second, they're gonna be Fem!Reader just because it is easiest for me to write (and I'm sorta being selfish with my first Kinktober). Also, I will post on my original schedule as well even if it kills me. Hope y'all enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it!🤭🤭 Sorry not sorry for this shitshow 🫣🫣

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Working in Pandora was everything (Y/N) had dreamed of since she was a little girl. Her parents had been members of the RDA research team and had brought up inside her a love for the alien planet and its inhabitants. Especially its inhabitants. 

From a young age, she had studied the foreign creatures. Their blue skin, their pointy ears, their swishing tails, and their massive height. She imagined what it would be like to be in their bodies. To have a connection to her Mother Earth as they did. What it would be like to live amongst the wonders of that planet. 

Because of her proclivities as a child, it came as no surprise that the girl trained her entire life to join the RDA’s Avatar program. (Y/N) was the youngest of the group. Her intelligence and wit propelled her forward quickly and with few obstacles in her career, and she joined the pioneer program as a scientist first and an Avatar driver second. 

It was the day they were meant to be put into cryosleep that (Y/N) saw one Jake Sully for the first time. He had rolled into the port with a sour look on his face, as though he was unsure why he was there. But she knew. Everyone in their research team did. 

Losing his twin brother, Tom, had been a devastation like no other for their small team. And when an identical copy of him had come in his place, it had sent them reeling. She had listened to Norm Spellman drone on and on about how unfair it was that Jake was allowed to join the team with no scientific experience and even less training with an Avatar. But the military had dug its claws into their work, and there was nothing they could do. If Jake hadn’t come, Tommy’s Avatar would have been forever condemned to a conservation tank. A body with no soul to wield it. 

She smiled at him from afar, gifting him with a small wave as Norm stood scowling beside her. She had no qualms about the man and felt no need to treat him with any disdain. Though she had to admit, the uncanny resemblance to their friend was rather eerie. The brothers might have looked the same, yet they certainly were not the same. But it would take six years for (Y/N) to come to any conclusions about Jake. 

When they awoke from cryosleep years later, (Y/N) had been the one to calm Jake during their first Avatar run. Unable to control the massive body of the creature, he stumbled in the exam room as the doctors tried to check his vitals. With his returned ability to walk, the excitement had built inside him, and there was no way he could stay still. 

Norm had run behind Jake as he emerged into Pandora, but he struggled on his feet as he wielded the new shape. (Y/N), on the other hand, had taken full control of her Avatar. She heard the commotion from the other room and went to follow it, finding a blue Jake in a hospital gown running into the courtyard. 

Where Norm failed, (Y/N) succeeded, catching up to the man as his feet dug into the cold Pandorian soil. “Hey, Jake!” she called. “Someone’s excited, huh?”

“You can say that again,” he chuckled, turning toward her. “You’re (Y/N), right? I saw you when we boarded the ship.” 

“The one and only,” she smiled before taking hold of a Spartan fruit and throwing it in his direction. “Think fast!” 

Jake caught the purple fruit easily, biting into it and staring surprisedly as it burst all over his face. She joined his side, taking a fruit for herself. 

“This is delicious,” he sighed pleasurably. “I didn’t know it would be this good.” 

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about, Jake Sully,” (Y/N) smiled. “Thankfully, you have an amazing team behind you that will help you learn about this amazing world.” 

“And will you be there to help?”

“Well, I am in your research team, so that would be a yes.” 

“How lucky am I?” Jake said, a playful grin splayed across his face. “Well, if your tutoring sessions are as good as you are beautiful, I think I might become an expert in no time.” 

“What a charmer,” she chuckled. “But you should know that I am known to be quite a ruthless teacher. I am a bit rough when it comes to teaching about this planet.” 

“I never expected you to be,” he responded before leaning into her. “And I like it rough.” 

In the coming weeks, Jake and (Y/N) grew closer, both as Avatars and as humans. When they were on break, one would not be seen without the other. They had become inseparable, and no one at the base could deny the intense chemistry that flowed between them. And within the confines of the link station in Site 26, it was undeniable that something was brewing between them. No one could deny it. Not even them. 

What had become almost impossible was acting upon their desires when their duties took up so much of their time. While Jake gained the trust of the Omatikaya people, (Y/N) would busy herself with her scavenging and her lab tests. And when one was inhabiting their Avatar, the other was back in their human body. 

But that would prove to not be much of a problem.

(Y/N)’s fascination with the Na’vi went farther than she would ever admit out loud. It had started innocently enough. A simple curiosity about the alien creatures that populated the planet her parents studied. But as she grew, her curiosity seemed to transform into something… less than innocent. 

There was something about their gigantic bodies compared to the smallness of her human one that sparked something inside her that she could not extinguish. In the late hours of the night, before anyone had connected with their Avatars, (Y/N) would spend hours upon hours inspecting their bodies inside their conservation tanks. 

Tom’s Avatar–now Jake’s– was a favorite of hers to stare at. She studied every curve and line of his muscles, the valley of his blue skin, the stretch of his body, the plumpness of his lips, and the size of his member. The first time she had seen it, it had made her mouth water and her heart flutter. There was something about the way the blue body almost doubled her in size that set off a fire inside her. She wanted to know what it would feel like for those long arms to wrap around her, how he could probably pick her up with just one arm, how he could probably stretch her out more than any man could ever do. 

When the thoughts had popped into her head, they had startled her. They made her feel as though there was something wrong with her. Not only was she thinking of a creature that was massive in comparison to her, but she was thinking about interspecies relations. Because her fantasies didn’t involve her Avatar. No. Her mind created images of her small human body and the blue people of Pandora. 

What she didn’t know was that she was not the only one plagued with those thoughts. When Jake had first seen (Y/N) while in his Avatar body, something had stirred deep within him. It had taken everything inside him not to make a move on her. She looked so small that he knew he could if he really wanted to. Jake could feel warmth traveling between his legs, pressing onto the fabric of his clothing as his cock hardened. 

But neither one acted upon their desires. Each thought themselves to be depraved and slightly sexually repressed, and believed that even talking about those fantasies was bad enough. And there was no way they could do anything with Grace and Norm always around. They both believed they’d be burdened with their thoughts for the rest of time. 

As luck would have it, or rather as Eywa had allowed in her divine timing, a day came were only (Y/N) was left in the link pod. She had been tasked with labeling samples and documenting findings while Grace and Norm scavenged the forest as humans –claiming they needed to give their bodies a nice stretch. She had been focused on her work, engrossed in paper after paper, slide after slide. It had been what she had come to Pandora to do, but she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that she wasn’t the one amongst the Omatikaya. 

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice when the nine-foot blue Na’vi walked into the too-small-for-him shack. It wasn’t until he knocked over their breakfast plates from the counter that she turned to find the man standing inside. 

“May I ask what gave you the brilliant idea to get in here with that body?”

“I needed to see you,” Jake responded rather breathlessly. “I thought it was big enough for me to fit.” 

“Your body is literally less than ten feet away from me in the pod, Jake,” she chuckled. “All you had to do was wake up.” 

“I-I… I couldn’t.” 

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) worried. There was a slight desperation in Jake’s voice, accompanied by a glaze in his eyes that concerned her. “Is everything alright?” 

“I need you, (Y/N),” he blurted as he took tentative steps toward her, careful to mind his head. 

“What do you need from me, Jake? Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt?” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he responded. His tone got darker, laced with something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I need you.” 

As he essentially growled those words, (Y/N) eyes examined his body for any sign that he could have been wounded in any way. The word, “Oh?” escaped her mouth barely above a whisper as she tried to understand where Jake was coming from. His head seemed fine. So did his arms and his torso. It was when her gaze fell on the space between his thighs that was covered with the brown loincloth that she finally understood what it was that he needed.

“Oh,” she said louder. The fabric that covered him was tighter than usual, tented by something thick and hard that was being held back by the covering. “You’re… I don’t… how am I supposed to help you with that, Jake?” 

“I’ve tried to make it go away, but it honestly just keeps getting worse. I feel like my entire body is on fire.”

“I think you might be in rut, Jake.” 

“What is that?” 

“In heat,” she said, slightly embarrassed at the words. “It means that your body is going through a stage where it wants to find a mate and breed.”  

“And how long is it supposed to last?”  

“It could last from one to four days, but I can’t be too certain about it. It’s not a well-researched topic,” (Y/N) explained. “What I could suggest is that you find somewhere to ride this out. Possibly a very cold river. Or you could find someone to ride it out with at the village. I know the Omatikaya value their vows and loyalty, but I’m sure a guy like you could persuade anyone.”  

“But I don’t want anyone back in the village. In fact, I have just the person in mind.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but not the darkness that now clouded Jake’s eyes. The yellow irises were trained on her, looking her up and down as though they could see through her clothing. “All I need to know is if she wants it right back.” 

She was dumbfounded. Completely perplexed at his words. He couldn’t have been asking what she thought he was. If he was, (Y/N) was sure she was dreaming. “Jake, I… I can’t help you right now. It’s almost impossible,” she stammered before remaining quiet for a moment. “I could hop on my link pod and help you out that way if you don’t mind waiting.” 

“I don’t think you’re understanding me, (Y/N),” he growled. Jake had closed the space between them now, and he towered over her even in his hunched position. “I don’t want your Avatar. I want you.” 

(Y/N) stumbled backward, her back hitting the desk as she tried to put some distance between them. Jake was simply acting on a lust-fueled brain. He wasn’t thinking clearly. And as much as she wanted what he was asking for, she wouldn’t let him regret it later. “Look, Jake. I don’t think you’re thinking clearly right now,” she chuckled awkwardly. “You probably woke up alone, and your head brought you unconsciously here. Why don’t you just go back to sleep and unlink? It might help you cool down a bit.” 

“I know you want this too, (Y/N),” he whispered. “I can smell it on you.” 

At those words, the woman clenched her thighs together. Her body reactions were something she could not deny, and his keen senses had picked up on it. Her breathing became staggered and her chest heaved as she felt the warmth of Jake’s body so close to her it was almost as though they were touching. 

“I know you want to try this,” Jake said. “I used to watch you back at Hell’s Gate. The night before we finally linked, you were staring at this very body you see before you. Your skin was flushed, and you were heaving–kind of like you are now. Then, when you went back to your room, I heard you. The RDA might have a lot of funding, but they definitely did not invest it in thick walls.” 

“I wasn’t…” 

“But you were, (Y/N),” he grinned devilishly. “I heard every single sound that escaped from your mouth that night. And I’m pretty sure I know exactly what you were imagining.” 

“Oh, yeah?” she said, feeling slightly bold. “What was it then?” 

“This very cock,” he responded as he palmed the hardened bulge between his legs. “Buried deep inside your human body.” 

Her breath got hitched in her throat, tightening her windpipe as Jake worded everything that was running through her head.  “W-what’re you s-saying?” she stammered. “How could you know any of that?”

“Well, other than the way your body is reacting right now,” he grinned, revealing his razor-sharp fangs. “And because I’ve been dreaming of the same thing.” 

“Jake,” she gasped. 

“And if I had known you were thinking of this too, I would have jumped at the opportunity the very first time,” he growled. “Now, come here.” 

(Y/N) didn’t know what had taken her over, but she walked toward Jake’s Avatar. He was kneeling on the ground, sitting on his ankles, his legs spread far enough for her to fit between them. Her hands ran across his exposed chest, taking the dagger sling that was draped around him off. She trailed the features of his face with her fingers, drinking in the closeness she could not get when the body was in the tank. She traced the eyebrows above his yellow eyes, the wideness of the bridge of his nose, the curve of his lips, the white spotted freckles, and played with the braids that fell on his face.” 

“You having fun there?” Jake chuckled, bringing her attention back to the moment. “As much as I’m enjoying your little curiosity delineation, I don’t know how that helps my little problem down there.”

“It’s not little,” she breathed. “Really not little.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” he said, placing a finger under her chin to fix her gaze on him. A finger so big it looked like a hand cradling her face. “Because I have a few ideas of what you could do.”

“And what are they?”

“I want you to say what you would do.”

“I-I can’t,” (Y/N) muttered as embarrassment surged through her. She was certainly not inexperienced, but there was something about saying out loud what she had kept to herself for so long that made her close up. “It’s embarrassing.” 

“You know what’s embarrassing? Running through the forest in this loincloth with a painful hard-on just so I could get to you,” he playfully growled. “Now. Tell me, what do you want?”

(Y/N) took a steadying breath before staring directly into Jake’s eyes and saying, “I want to rip that loincloth off your body and take what I can of you in my mouth and wrap my hands around your cock. Even if I can’t take you in completely, I will make sure no part remains untouched. And I want your mouth on my clit as you stretch me out with your fingers, prepping me to fit you inside.” 

“Good girl,” he purred. “Now come here.” 

Jake crashed his lips onto hers as best as he could, one of his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. He was the first to moan into the kiss, the need inside him taking over and growing. The touch felt like fire, a burning desire that he wanted to feed, and she was just the accelerant he needed. 

She was sweet and warm against him, and all he wanted to do was to learn how she felt everywhere else. Her smell was already intoxicating, and he needed to know just how addicting every other part of her would be. 

“Lay down,” she instructed with a smile as she finally broke the kiss, skin flushed and lips red. “Careful you don’t bump into your own link pod. Might make this experience a bit different.” 

“I’m just glad the hall is big enough for me,” he chuckled. “Wouldn’t want this to be interrupted by an oxygen machine.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time before you’re the one that might need a swig of CO2 to survive.” 

“You’re the one with layers on, baby,” Jake grinned, slipping off the white lab coat that covered her. “If anyone is wasting time, it’s you.” 

(Y/N) could only chuckle as she slipped off her t-shirt before shimmying out of her jeans, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of cotton panties. She wished she had been wearing something sexier, maybe something that matched. But she knew it didn’t really matter. They wouldn’t be on for much longer. Jake made sure of that. With a quick stretch of his arm, both pieces of fabric were ripped off her body, exposing every inch of skin to him.

“You know, I don’t have much underwear here.” 

“That’s fine. I don’t plan on letting you need it.” 

He kissed her again, trying his best to convey all of his want through their lips. But he wanted more. He wanted her warmth around him, he wanted to stretch her in ways she had never imagined, he wanted to fill her with his seed. Even if he had no idea what could happen after. 

But (Y/N) was the first one to move. She turned away from him and crawled down his massive torso, her eyes deadset on the painfully hard bulge that was being held back by the tight piece of fabric. Slowly, she undid the ties that held the loincloth together, slipping it off his body as she had done his sling. Only this time, a small gasp left her throat as his cock was finally released. 

Jake’s erection flopped onto his stomach, beads of precum glistening on his purple-pink head. As she stared, his length twitched, and she couldn’t help but admire the specimen before her. Her scientific curiosity would always win. She got as close as possible without touching it, examining the veins, the stiffness, the length, the girth, and the shining tip that beckoned her closer. 

“Please,” she heard Jake whimper. “Please.” 

It was all he needed to say for (Y/N) to take hold of his cock with both of her hands and give him a tentative lick. She chuckled as he shuddered at her touch, reveling in the reactions she pulled from him. But what surprised her wasn’t his sounds. It was how easy it was to fit the tip of his cock in her mouth. (Y/N) thought she’d receive more fight from her body as she took his size, but it was almost as though she was made for him. 

Unfortunately, though, her mouth was only big enough to take some of him in, but she gladly made up for it with her hands. She established a steady rhythm quickly, treading close to the line of his edge. (Y/N) took him as far as he could, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head and using the mixture of her saliva and his own precum to aid her hands on the rest of his shaft. 

What she had not expected was Jake’s hands holding her hips and sinking his mouth into her cunt. He did just as she had told him, working his tongue expertly across that needy bundle of nerves. Jake swirled and sucked, moaning as her taste flooded his tongue. And she would have been grateful for just that touch, until she felt one of his fingers enter her. 

“Oh, fuck,” (Y/N) slurred out, releasing Jake for a second. “It feels so fucking good.” 

“That’s just one finger, baby,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna need you to hold on for more.” 

“Then, hurry,” she whined. “I want the real thing inside me already.” 

With another hearty chuckle, Jake set off to work. He pumped his finger into her, listening to her sounds as a guideline. Once he felt her stretched enough, he slipped another digit, earning him her first orgasm. Her walls clenched around the two fingers, her throat accompanying the flutter with a string of beautiful pleasurable moans. A beautiful song that made Jake’s ears twitch. 

As the Avatar continued to work, (Y/N) grew sloppier in her ministrations. Her entire concentration had shifted to the intense burning between her legs as Jake stretched her more and more, adding yet another of his large fingers as he lapped at the sensitive bud just above her entrance. It was as though her body had skipped the uncomfortable stage and had delved directly into the mind-numbing satisfaction. 

“Jake,” she moaned. “Jake, I need you inside.” 

“Not yet,” he muttered against her. “Fuck, you taste so good.” 

Jake was entranced with her body. Worshiping the smaller figure before him. If Eywa decided to take him right there and then, he would have died a satisfied man. But it was her turn to beg for more. “Jake, please,” she said. “I want to cum around you.” 

And who was he to deny her pleading? With another gusto-filled lick to her core, Jake removed his fingers, watching as (Y/N) walked toward him. But the gasp that came from her mouth as he took his fingers into his mouth and savored her once more was what brought a shit-eating grin onto his face. He wanted to have that memory tattooed into his brain for the rest of his life. The way her body glimmered with sweat, the way her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, the way her eyes had darkened with lust as she drank the sight of him. 

“Take it slow,” he commanded as the woman positioned herself right above his cock. With one hand, she grabbed his length, holding it just below her entrance. With the other, she kept her balance as she pressed it against his toned chest. “Don’t overexert yourself.” 

“I don’t know how much slower I can take it,” she teased. “We’ve already waited two months to do this when we could have been doing it the entire time.” 

“I’m pretty sure we would have been in a lot of trouble if someone had caught us. It must be against some type of rule.” 

“Since when do you care about the rules?” 

“I don’t,” Jake cockily grinned. “That’s why we’re fucking right now.” 

“We’re not fucking yet.” She took the moment he laughed to finally sink her body onto the giant’s cock, slowly inching down as far as her body could take him. (Y/N) felt something inside her burst, filling her with an overwhelming euphoria that she didn’t know how she had ever orgasmed with another man before. “Now we’re fucking.” 

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Jake moaned. “Does it hurt?” 

“No,” she said breathlessly. “It feels amazing!” 

“If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna last long, (Y/N).” 

“I can’t help it,” she moaned as she felt comfortable enough to slowly bounce on his lap. “It just feels too good.” 

“I wanna make this moment last, baby,” he purred against her ear as he tried to delay his finish. “Fuck… you gotta go slower.” 

“I really can’t, Jake,” (Y/N) moaned, moving her hips faster and faster as she felt warmth pooling deep inside her. “And we don’t have much time left. Grace and Norm will be back any… fuck… any minute.” 

“Damn it,” the man cursed. “You’re gonna make me look like a high school boy blowing too early.” 

“Luckily, I won’t have anyone to tell,” she teased. “But don’t worry, I’ll know I never gave you a chance.”

Her pace was punishing now. It didn’t even allow Jake to join in the movements, his entire mind concentrating on making the moment last as long as possible. But the attack on her part was calculated and brutal, searching for their mutual ends as quickly as she could. 

(Y/N)’s hips moved on her own, raising and falling from what she could take of his cock, her mind focused on the one thing he didn’t want just yet. She wanted to combust around him. Wanted to feel him come undone inside her. To, for just a second, have something of an aberration inside, to imagine that two completely different species could ever come together. 

The more she moved, the more her insides squeezed the blue creature’s shaft. Every second that passed brought them closer and closer to the inevitable end.

“I’m close,” (Y/N) moaned. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close.” 

“I know, baby,” he groaned in response. “I’m close too.” 

It wasn’t long until (Y/N) was screaming the man’s name and dropping onto his chest as her orgasm rippled through her body like it had never done before. And while she shook in the intensity, Jake brought it upon himself to search for his finish, plunging his hips as deep as he could into her until he felt his cock release everything he had inside of her, filling her until he could feel their essences dripping out of her.

“I wish we could have done this outside,” she muttered against him as she recovered her strength. His softening cock was still buried deep within her cunt as he softly rutted against her while riding out their orgasms. “It would have been such a completely different experience.” 

“You’re right. But then, I couldn’t have done this,” he smiled as he kissed her lips tenderly, basking in the taste of her mouth. “And I would have died if I couldn’t have.” 

“I would have too,” (Y/N) said, returning the smile and another chaste kiss. “I also wish we could stay like this forever. But you need to go, Jake.” 

“A couple more minutes,” he groaned, letting his head fall back onto the metal floor. “I just wanna forget that the rest of the world exists for a couple of more minutes.”

With a chuckle, (Y/N) granted him that prayer. It was the only thing she could. She ran her fingers across his queue as his large fingers traced shapes against the skin of her back. And for those next few minutes, it truly felt like it was only them. 

But all good things come to an end, and (Y/N) noticed the clock on the wall was at seventeen hundred hours and the two other scientists would be coming back any second. She scrambled to her feet, groaning as Jake exited her body, the stretch contracting slightly but still aching inside her. 

“Go back to the village,” (Y/N) instructed as she cleaned them both up with a towel and dressed. “We’ll talk when you’re out of the pod, okay?” 

“I’ll see you tonight, baby,” he smiled, giving her one last kiss before he left the far too cramped shack. 

If Grace and Norm had found anything awry in there when they came back from their scavenging, they did not mention it. They went about the rest of their day, documenting their samples and writing their daily logs. The only time they seemed to talk to (Y/N) was during dinner time, but there wasn’t much she could say about her day. And, thankfully, they didn’t ask much, too exhausted from their day to stay awake for much longer. Once the younger scientist announced she’d wait up for Jake, the pair left for their respective beds to sleep the day away. 

That night, when Jake finally opened his link pod, (Y/N) was waiting with a giant smile on her face. She waited until he was on his chair and rolled to the small dining table, where a plate of hot food was waiting for him. 

“Hey, marine,” she smiled. 

“Hey, yourself.”

“Thought you might be hungry,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I heard you had a busy day.” 

“You heard that through the grapevine, huh?” Jake snickered. “I will admit, I had a very busy day.”

“Hm, the Omatikaya are working you harder than expected?” 

“If only they had been the ones that took my time today,” he responded before motioning for her to sit on his lap. “But no, I spent the day with a very beautiful but small woman that blew my mind away. No pun intended.” 

(Y/N) kissed him tenderly, making note of just how different it felt to kiss him as a human. “Well, you blew her mind away as well,” she smiled. “Pun intended.” 

“You know, if we’d only talked about this, we could have done this so long ago,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against hers. “But at least we finally did.” 

“We really did, huh?” she chuckled. “Now, all we have to do is check when’s the next time?” 

“Insatiable, are we?” 

“You don’t know the half of it.” 

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Pac Reading: The Star

The Star is another one of my favorites. Shining right after the Tower, this card brings messages of hope, healing, and inspiration. What messages do you need from the Star? Let's fuck around and find out.

As always this reading is meant for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any way. Remember to use common sense and don't be a dumbass.

Pick the Star, the Water, or the lil Bird and head to your reading.

The Star

The first card I pulled for y'all was The Star, so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that y'all are seeing a shit ton of signs and syncs. That or y'all are missing a lot of signs and syncs and keep asking for more. I mean, y'all came to a reading on The Star card, picked the Star group AND the first card that came out was THE STAR. If y'all are looking for signs you got em. If you're not someone who sees signs/syncs then you're probably needing a LOT of reassurance about something. Sweetheart, it's like you get a sign/ receive reassurance, think: awesome, great, got it! Then immediately start looking again, and if you find nothing, you're disappointed and start to doubt EVERYTHING. Listen, wanting some reassurance isn't a bad thing, but you're not looking at the root of why you need constant reassurance and the why is a big steaming shit pile of doubt. Not to be harsh but y'all doubt yourself like most people breathe air. Y'all want to be confident, and you have a lot of awesome qualities. But you keep thinking "I'll be confident when..." and you look at every 'flaw' you have that you think needs fixing. You only ever focus on the competition, on everything you're not. Let me tell you something, babe. Someone else being good or even better at something you do, does not somehow make you bad at it. It doesn't. That's just not how it works. There is not a limited amount of talent in the world. Deep down you know that, just like deep down you know you have potential, otherwise you wouldn't have started would you? The message for y'all today is simple (and I'm hearing may annoy some of y'all, sorry) : celebrate your accomplishments. Yeah, we hear it all the time but it's fucking important. You need to let yourself be proud of yourself! Fuck humility! YOU GOT THIS FAR! YOU DID THAT! LOOK AT HOW GOOD YOU ARE AT THIS! I know y'all feel like your accomplishments may be small, for some of you getting out of bed may be an accomplishment (hell yeah it fucking is, I'm proud of you, babe) Celebrating them isn't always about the size of the accomplishment, sometimes it's that you did something that was hard for you. Besides if you don't celebrate the 'little' wins, what makes you think you'll celebrate the 'big' ones? Oh, because they're the big ones, huh? Mmk, sooo you don't think that this habit you have of downplaying your accomplishments will just keep going? That it will just magically disappear when you reach the next goal? And you won't just set the bar even higher for yourself?? You don't think that will happen? Even though..... it already has? Okay, then. I hate to end the reading on that really snarky note, but that's it. That's the end. I think it came out that way cause your guides are sick of you shitting on yourself

There's a secondary message here for those of you who see a lot of signs/syncs and I mean A FUCK TON. You're missing the huge ass messages cause you're so damn focused on the little, more tangible signs I'm hearing. It's like y'all are looking for little outside signs, like maybe an animal or angel numbers or something. You're looking and looking for those lil confirmations and yet missing the bigger picture that is you, babe. You are the biggest sign. Your intuition. That has more meaning, more clarity and is more easily understood than any outside symbol.

random ass messages: 4242, birds, punk music, constellations, teeth? ladybugs.

The Water

Y'all are talking yourself out of things that make you happy and that's just unacceptable. There's something y'all wanna do but you're talking yourself out of it because what will people think or it's impractical or it's 'weird'. (Now, if it's not safe to express yourself authentically wherever you're at, I don't think this reading is for you. This reading is for those who are really critical of themselves and it's holding them back. Stay safe above all else. If you can find a safe space to express yourself do that. ) I feel like I need to tell y'all that you can go after something even if the only purpose is to make you happy. Like, it doesn't have to make money or be productive. You can just do things because you enjoy them. Hell, you don't even have to be GOOD at them. You can even do things that serve no other purpose than your own ease and comfort. HAPPINESS, EASE, AND COMFORT ARE WORTH PURSUING IN THEIR OWN RIGHT. Some of y'all feel like you have to reach a certain level of discomfort to "earn" doing something about it. HONEY NO. Just no. ANY tiny bit of discomfort is enough to want to fix it. Happiness and comfort are not something you can earn. You are human. You are alive. SO YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. You are so damn hard on yourself for absofuckinlutly no reason. What good does judging yourself this hard even do? It's only stopping YOU from being happy. Being incredibly critical of yourself doesn't do a damn thing for the people around you, and it ain't even gonna stop assholes from trying to tear you down. It just makes life harder and less enjoyable for you. Sweetheart, I've been there and let me tell you life is so much more fun when you let yourself go after what makes you happy. I mean duh going after fun shit means you do more fun shit so yeah life is more fun. But nine times outta ten no one else gives a shit if you do the thing. Seriously, barring true assholes no one is going to care. And you don't even have to let anyone know about it if you don't want to.

random ass vibes: Florida, raccoons, 88, white flowers, art.

The lil Bird

Ngl y'all, this reading was a tough one. I think y'all may have mixed feelings or simply do not want to hear this. One word: Emotions. I know, but it's a good message. Y'all are going to be able to stop hiding them and are going to be able to express yourselves in an authentic way. Maybe the reason this was such a tough thing to read is that some of y'all are hiding them super fucking well? Maybe y'all feel/were taught by a shitty society that emotions are weak or maybe you just felt like you couldn't fully express yourself in the environment that you're in. Whatever the reason it's coming to an end and it's going to feel so damn good for y'all! The way it came through, y'all maybe don't realize how much you were hiding who you are as a person when you hid how you were feeling. Now, don't worry this doesn't mean you'll be crying 24/ fucking 7, some of you may cry more, and some of you will actually cry less. When you allow yourself to feel and express in the moment it won't build up and you'll actually feel more solid and grounded in yourself because you're not always fighting yourself. This also doesn't even mean you'll be talking about emotions a lot more, could be that you're expressing yourself in a creative way or singing along to a song that you feel connected to alone in the shower. It simply means allowing yourself to feel and honor your emotions in an authentic way. It's like y'all have been going through life hiding every genuine emotion, every genuine impulse you have, and honey that's no way to live. It's no fucking wonder you feel like you don't know who you are or you feel disconnected from yourself! You haven't let yourself connect to yourself. In fact, you've been fighting yourself, I'm hearing for years. If you're in a situation where it is unsafe to express yourself, there is a message here that soon you will be finding a space where you can safely express yourself. The last card in you're reading was the World. It talks about harmony in all things, the end of something to begin anew. That is where y'all are headed, harmony in yourself.

random ass vibes: midnight mass, tom and jerry, tigers, sunglasses

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[snailsrneat]

Love Gardener

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Scernario:

MC opens their arms after a long day and says "I need love and affection." Their S/O happily obliges.

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Heartslabyul Edition-

Riddle:

Boy is shy af

Once the question fully leaves your lips he turns scarlet

You thought he was angry at you for asking such a "insolent" question and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist

He stuttered out, "I-I would like t-that very much."

Smiling you lead him over to the bed, lay down and pat your chest, signaling him to lay down as well

Shakily he sat down, and laid his head on the spot you were patting

Shy boy quickly turns into emotional boy

He's never experienced affection quite like cuddling

(Mother Rosehearts is awoman of high class, she can't be seen being affection, even to her own flesh and blood)

He cries softly into your shoulder whilst you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him

Eventually he falls asleep from crying so much ❤️‍🩹

"*sniff*Mother...*sniff* why?"

Ace Trappola:

Oooh boi

Now listen Ace, while very physical affectionate, is a tsundere

With that comes his denial of liking any physical affection

You could be straight up hugging him like a koala to it's tree and he would say, "You're so needy all the time, give me some space."

Then 5 minutes after giving him said space he goes,"..I actually liked that could you do that again?"

This mf-

But anyway, once you ask him for some much needed cuddles he "reluctantly" agrees

On the inside however

He's doing the f-ing Carleton

He stoked to hear that you want to be so close to him ❤

"Huh? You want t-to cuddle? F-fine, but don't be surprised when I take all the blankets."

Deuce Spade:

Mans is both excited and scared

More accurately, a nervous wreck

He's never been this close to with anyone besides his mom

(Deuce 100% would cuddle with his mom when he was a little kid)

Being so close is a new experience for him

However he was determined to learn

When you guys went to cuddle his shoulders became as stiff as rocks, face bright pink, and heartbeat about to jump out of his chest

You tried petting the top of his head to calm him down a bit but that just made him more tense

So you just decided the best course of action was to lay on his chest

Don't ask him about his heartbeat, because he's just gonna turn into a stuttering mess💙

"My heartbeat? I- uhm, it's just that- uhm"

Trey Clover:

Mans is too sweet

The moment those words leave your lips he stops everything

(Which made you a little scared that he was upset at you)

He looks over at you with the sweetest, most adoring gaze and says

"Of course darling, just let me finish making these sweets for the unbirthday party and I'll cuddle you for however long you need."

HHehdbshjwvsjHavshduehhsAAAAAAAA

IT'S TOO CUTE MAKE IT STOP

Once he finishes up he carries over to his room and attacks you with his love

Like legitimately bombs you with kisses and hugs and IT'S TOO MUCH

GAAAAAAAH💚

"You know you can for cuddles anytime. All you to do is just ask."

Cater Diamond:

My boy here is exploding both on the inside and the outside

Long story short, he's all over you oon the outside and completely panicking on the inside

To be quite honest with you I don't think Cater is quite used to tons of affection

He probably isn't even that touchy of a person tbh

But when it comes to you

He just melts into your arms

All he wants is to lay his head on your tummy and listen to the sounds of your heartbeat and gurgling of your stomach

He also doesn't want this to ever end so let's hope you went pee before bed🧡

"What are doing babe? Stay with me, it gets cold without you here."

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Hello everyone! No I am not dead, just trying recover after some serious burnout. Sorry I didn't tell y'all about it but I'm back and I'm hopefully gonna start making posts more. I plan on making a masterlist to both introduce people to me and my blog but also make it easier for people to find whatever the heck work of mine they want to read. I have something pretty big coming in the very soon future that I'm very excited about and I hope you all are as well. Anyway, thank you for reading this end part rant and I hope you all have an amazing day.

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[mirkwoodsuperspy]

things i love abt alex

the way he hated on henry

new years kiss with nora

"he has the personality of a cabbage"

"i'd rather not be the little spoon"

everything in the closet (the literal one)

telling henry that return of the jedi being his favourite is wrong

HRH prince dckhead 💩

makes june read narcissistic fanfics abt himself

"tell shaan i say hi and i miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo"

turkeys gobbling and alex screaming

calling henry to make him listen to turkeys gobble

THIS SCENE. "C'mon, it's, like, in the hips. You have to loosen up." He reaches down and puts both hands on Henry's hips, and Henry immediately tenses under his touch. "That's the opposite of what I said."

"Nora! Henry has never watched a bunch of teenagers dry hump to this song!"

his entire relationship with nora

like, he's pretty sure he's straight

see, this means i can't possibly be into guys

making out with liam. award goes to liam for being the best side character ever

calling liam four years after they made out to ask if they were ever a thing and if there was a chance he was into boys

makes out with henry in front of a portrait of alexander hamilton

"for fck's sake man you just had my dck in your mouth you can kiss me goodnight"

first son of your former colony

"it's recently come to my attention you're not quite as boring as i thought. sometimes. namely when youre doing the thing with your tongue."

"baby" and pretending not to notice when henry positively melts.

"wanna do something stupid?" then wrapping his wet lips around his bottle of beer

getting henry drunk

loser with no friends besides his sister, his ex, his boyfriend, his boyfriend's best friend, and his boyfriend's sister

all his emails to henry

"tf is this? aren't there poor people in your country?"

him and zahra. "something you'd like to share with the class?"

"oh f*ck me" "f*cking sh*t" and the rest of the swearing string

yrs/ affectionately yrs

history, huh? bet we could make some

him and june

flying to England and shouting for henry to come out and talk to him

"I can see why all y'all had to marry your f*cking cousins"

"I f/cking love you, okay?"

"what do you want? "i want you" "then f/cking have me"

"i'll leave as soon as you tell me to leave"

"tell me to leave"

alex, nora, and june iconic trio

"stop are you kidding me?" "prince consort road? oh my god, take a picture of me with the sign."

"sweetheart, you're proof too"

when he made a list of things he loved about henry

comforting henry so tenderly in the car

f/cking yrs

"sweetheart" in the airplane

"zahra, you're my mean friend"

stopping the car to look at a drawing of himself (and henry ofc) XD

you know the scene where he woke up and wiggled his ass against henry um okay hahah we'll leave that there

his love for texas and his final interaction with liam

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