#{ i made those hehehehehe }

[cacaocheri]

hi i made a game

its very short!!!!! takes like 5-10 minutes to play!!!!!! there are four different endings!!!!!!!!!! <333 you should totally try it out

also quick shout out to @stqrrynightss for supporting me during the whole process <3333 thank you for watching me go crazy while i tried to figure out the ui

[burningcheese-merchant]

Gut reaction to the CRK Pride 2025 Twitter post no lie:

In all seriousness though. I gotchu Anon #1, you can always trust me to be on top of Beast x Ancient news and Big Gay Reveals 🫡🫡🫡

Anon #2 is right though, people are getting too worked up over that tweet lol. Even if 2 of the pairs shown (EternalBerry and SeaMoon) have actual canonicity behind them, it's still just fanservice. It's a fanservice post. They did this last year, too, with Herb x Sparkling and ChiliRye and Espresseleine. Just trying to scrounge up likes on social media, it doesn't actually mean anything for canon. No sense in either throwing a rager or getting bent out of shape about it. Just smile at the ship additions you like and roll your eyes at the ones you don't and then go back to business as usual. CRK-onlys are so unbearable lol. CROB players aren't all that much better, but I feel like they've calmed down some in recent years and CRK players are just... a whole different animal. A lot of y'all are either children or have the mindset of children and it really shows loo. Living in some scary, horrifically parasocial and entitled times, indeed

I will say though. It's veeeeeerrrryyyy odd that ShadowVanilla isn't there. That ship is the new juggernaut in CRK. I actually raised my eyebrows when I saw they were missing. WildChip I understand, sure. But no ShadowVanilla? No Vanilla Milkshake? That's pretty crazy

cheesecakemermaid1048 commented on someone else's post about the Pride 2025 art saying that they heard that the English CRK social media manager hates ShadowVanilla and the art is just a big edit of the ships they personally like. Idk if that's true, but if it is, that is the funniest, most petty shit on this planet lmao

[nite-puff]

you’ve asked US.. but what are your thoughts on each of the captives??

OOOOOOHHH. yippeeee. i’ve spent so much time talking about certain captives to my friends in private. might as well talk about them here too!!

let’s get the ones that show up out of the way:

komaru: girly!!!!!! love you teenage girl protagonists that act like teenage girls. gotta be one of my favorite genders. i do have to refresh myself on udg to really get a better grasp on her nuances and growth throughout the game. but from what i do understand. she’s so nice. top three protag!!

yuta: wish we got more time with him fr!!!!! i do wish they kinda tried to make him more different from aoi. because they’re both kinda just hyper sports kids (at first glance. ofc aoi becomes more than that. maybe yuta would too if he stuck around more). it’d be nice to see what separates them. can’t believe he’s the only character death in udg. like wtf (taichi doesn’t count). he was still a nice presence when we had him. fly high, king.

taichi: fun fact. i actually don’t have many opinions on taichi. i know there are people who very much do. but idk. he didn’t really stand out to me. and that’s a me thing. not saying he’s a bad character or anything. i do think he’s funny when juxtaposed with hiroko and takaaki. loving husband and father who’s still happily married and the two most divorced individuals on earth.

hiroko: HIROKO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER! I COULD TALK ABOUT HER FOR HOURS. i came to the realization recently that she’s probably my favorite female character in all of dr. she’s in my top 5 favorite dr characters for sure. she’s who mondo wishes he was. she’s so kind and loving but also cool and badass. there’s so much about her that i want to know. which sucks because the writers don’t really want to develop her beyond “hiro’s hot mom” other than the fact that she’s an ex-biker turned nurse. which is. really cool!! i love her and want to know more please!!!! ultra despair hagakure 2: hiroko edition please!!!!! rando headcanon: she has a tattoo sleeve from her biker days. there’s a prevailing fish motif in it, to go with her jacket design.

okay. now the other guys.

takaaki: i mean. cmon, it’s takaaki. of course i have thoughts on him. i tried to abstain from voting in the poll, but then accidentally voted (i’ll say who when i get to them). but if i voted on purpose, i would’ve voted for him. he’s just…. man. a friend translated his beta design sheet recently and found out that they went into his design with the intention of making him look like the saddest old man ever. and yeah. they succeeded. i feel like a lot of people want takaaki in a game because it feels like what we already know about him implies a lot of nuance and character growth. he’s the only captive we know of that has a weapon on him (other than protag komaru). and he seems very serious, but is capable of having the same sense of justice and emotional highs as kiyotaka?? and they even point out how unlucky the guy was/is in the main game. like there’s a lot already going on there. what’s it like to be the son of a disgraced businessman/prime minister?? how does it feel to be the father of an aspiring prime minister (who fucking DIED. at the hands of someone trying to make money off his death)?? man…

takemichi: my rotten soldier. my sweet cheese. my good time boy. imagine your one job being to protect your best friend and lead your gang in his absence, but you indirectly fail at both of those and lose everything in one fell swoop. yeah, it wasn’t takemichi’s fault. but imagine if he still internalized the fuck out of that. if you can’t tell by the fact that he’s literally my pfp. i also have a lot of thoughts about takemichi. it’s almost like mondo and kiyotaka are the two characters that ive been hyperfixated on for the past 4-5 years. i feel like they were setting up the “cute but deadly” trope with him, what with them hyper focusing on his short stature and boyish looks but also his positions as head of the elite guard and mondo’s bodyguard. and i like that trope when it comes to him. he’s mondo’s cool best friend, and they both know that. i also can’t help but imagine his dynamics with other characters. his dynamic with takaaki is a given. mondo and kiyotaka were a standout duo. so it’s only natural that people like to think about what the dynamic between their respective closest persons would be like as well, especially with the whole “cop and delinquent” thing. i also love to imagine what his dynamic with hiroko was gonna be like. it’s clear that she’s automatically endeared to him. like she automatically gives him a nickname, something she doesn’t do to any other captive save for protag komaru. (i love “michi” as his fanon nickname, but “ruru” will always have my heart). also they’re both past and present delinquents. they’d obviously bond over that. just let me see them have one conversation please!!

kanon: uuuhhhhhhhhhhhh… i know that she’s the victim of an author who just wanted to write a fetish novel. and she could’ve been a way better character had someone else handled her. but man. i can’t get passed how she was written in udh. it also kind of breaks how we’re supposed to view the respective student-captive relationship. like every student thinks fondly of their respective “closest person.” and then there’s leon. who’s made very uncomfortable by his. sucks for him ig. by that logic, i can’t get behind the idea that her portrayal in udh was what was always intended to be her character. like that can’t possibly be the case right?? like they must’ve had another idea before handing her off to a writer who wanted to write a fetish novel. then again, udg’s writing in general tends to get weird. so who knows atp. also who knows if udh even happened. it feels like they retconned it in the dr3 anime by having hiro there and never mentioning the events of the light novel.

ayaka: she’s the one i accidentally voted for. and i mean. i wasn’t that hung up on it. cuz ayaka’s neat. people brought up some really good arguments for why she would’ve been included in the main game, very notably bringing up how she could’ve paralleled kotoko when it comes to how it’s like to be a young girl in the entertainment business. also obligatory “komaru was a fan of her girl group, so that interaction would’ve been fun to see.” there’s definitely something you can say about her being the least popular out of her girl group, but also being the only one left alive after everything. like imagine that being the one time you stood out among your peers?? it’s also fun to imagine what her friendship with sayaka looked like. there must’ve been something unique to their dynamic if she was the one chosen as a captive and not the three other girls. wonder what it was… only negative thing i have to say is that i wish they gave her a different name. just don’t have it be one letter away from “sayaka” please.

grand bois chéri: cat :3. that’s it really. nothing much going on there. there was no way he would’ve effected the plot if he was kept in, yet he was scrapped anyway. so there can’t possibly be much there.

aloysius: as we move down the list, i start to have less to say about these characters. yeah, i don’t have much on aloysius. i do think his potential dynamic with byakuya is interesting, considering the two have a better relationship than byakuya has with his family (which, i know why that is, but it’s still fun to think about). there’s something to be said about him being close to the elites of the world, but still only as a servant to them. like there could’ve been something cool there. does byakuya still only think of him as a servant, despite him apparently being the closest person to the heir?? much to think about. (side note: i just figured out how to pronounce his name not to long ago. it’s aloysius as in. o’hare.) (also obligatory “alfred reference”)

fujiko: i think she’s very silly!!!! she has a really cute design, and for that reason alone, i wish we could’ve seen more of her. i think her interactions with komaru could’ve been really nice because, again, komaru is a fan of her work. and i feel like the whole writing debate hifumi and toko had in thh would’ve been rehashed for a conversation between fujiko and toko. i can’t trust that the dr writers would’ve done something worthwhile with her, and i think that’s what’s really holding me back from discovering her full potential, writing-wise. tho i know there are fujiko fans who have really good arguments for what she could have going for her. and for that reason, i think she would’ve been neat to see. also the design. the design is really cute.

fuhito: another character i don’t have many thoughts on. i haven’t read the kirigiri novels, but i know they get into some lore on him. i don’t know how big his presence is in them but still, maybe that’s why im less privy to wanting to see more of him. still when it comes to thh grandpas, there’s definitely worse.

kenshiro: i feel like he’d definitely give off a more hiroko vibe if he was in the game. like a calmer presence to offset all the chaos. would also love to find out how he’s managed to survive during all that. it’d get turned into a lesson about hope and persevering despite it all. i feel like he and takemichi would get along. i can see them having a very danganronpa-like conversation where they promise to spar after everything goes back to normal and kenshiro gets better. death flags are raised. i always pictured him as stoic but very kind, very much like sakura. idk where im going with this. he’s not my personal pick for “character i want to know more of” but i wouldn’t be against finding out new information. he’s just neat.

kameko: bug. idk. once again, not much more to say.

and those are my thoughts. i’m, of course, biased to the characters who are close to the characters i have a hyperfixation on. but i think they all have potential to be cool characters (save for like. the animals). some didn’t live up to that potential, while others didn’t get that chance in the first place. but it’s cool that fans are interested anyways. tbh i really love the fans that are really into the captives. they’re insanely creative when it comes to crafting their ideas about these characters that the writers have most likely completely forgot. but it’s fun to imagine things anyway. anyways, someone go bother kodaka and ask about what the hell is up with these guys.

(this is also an invitation for people to talk to me about the captives more. please. my inbox is open.)

[hyuneskkami]

PSYCHOLOGY NOTES SNIPPETS — personality.

[oflostinfound]

Grimbright Eyes

[housewifebuck]

Going to cvs to buy candy to put in all my Etsy orders (taking suggestions)

[oldermenfucker]

Three’s a Crowd | J. Abbot & M. Robinavitch

Summary: Robby meets Jack’s new young girlfriend for the first time and his night takes a turn when the couple invites him back to their place.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, threesome F/M/M, degrading!!!! rough sex, sub!reader, age gap, m/m, everyone is down bad for each other okay, oral (M), throat fucking, sir kink, breeding, it’s just hot chaos, kind of polyamory? Anyway yes, Poly!rabbot is a thing and we should invest in it more, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 4.4k+

an: soooooo this came out of this thot!!! Hehehehehe hope y’all enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated🩷

“Tonight?”

  It is shocking, Robby thinks, that for the first time, Jack wants to introduce him to his girlfriend. All his previous relationships have been shallow and not worth even mentioning, so it truly catches Robby off guard when Jack comes on the day shift with his backpack thrown over his shoulder.

  “Yes, I showed her a picture of us and she got too excited to meet you,” Jack shrugs, slamming the locker door shut before he leans his back on it, looking at Robby patiently, “Can never say no to a pretty young girl like her.”

  “Jesus, she has you wrapped around her fingers already,” Robby rolls his eyes, zipping up his hoodie before dropping his stethoscope around his neck, “I don’t wanna impose. Besides, I’m not your dad to approve of your new girl.”

  “I don’t want your approval,” Jack scoffs, walking shoulder to shoulder with Robby inside The Pitt, “All I want is for you to join us for dinner. I’ve made the reservation, and I know she would love to meet you. So suck it up and come.”

  “Nope, not a chance—“

  “Listen, brother,” Jack stops Robby before they reach the central, “It’s been ages since you went out with…anyone. I’m not asking you to get naked and suck on her tits, I’m asking you to join us for a fucking meal. Maybe you’ll get laid if you step outside your goddamn house.”

  “I can get women in my bed alright,” Robby hisses, pointing at Jack with a glare, “Fine, if you so desperately want me to meet your girlfriend, then fine. But don’t set me up with any of her friends, you hear me? Just the three of us.”

  “Cross my heart, just us.”

  •••

  Robby has been at the bar of the restaurant Jack’s made the reservation at for half an hour. Half a fucking hour. They are late, and Robby’s first impression of Jack’s new girlfriend is already ruined. He hates unpunctual people, Jack knows that, so if he wanted his girl to meet Robby so badly, they should have been here on time.

  He nurses on the glass of Bourbon he has in hand, his sleeves already rolled up. He bounces his leg, chin resting on the back of his wrist as he swirls the liquid in his glass. He is all dressed up for this stupid evening; black button down with dark jeans, a watch on his left wrist, and perfume on.

  He is ready to get up and leave, call Jack, and cuss him out for wasting his time and pulling a prank on him. Robby knows it was wrong to come here in hopes of having a decent time with his friend.

  “Robby?”

  He slowly turns towards the familiar sound of his friend, a scowl forming on his face before he swallows as his eyes fall on you — a pretty thing hanging off Jack’s arm like a prize he has won.

  “Hey, brother,” Jack pulls him in for a hug, patting his back before he turns his eyes back to you to introduce you, “Meet my girl.”

  “Hi,” you extend your hand to Robby, grinning at him, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

  “Likewise,” Robby shakes your hand, biting the inside of his cheek when he notices how you drag your eyes all over him, squeezing his hand when your gaze reconnects.

  You are pretty. He hadn’t seen any pictures before, only Jack’s praises and compliments, but even those words don’t do your beauty justice. He looks you up and down, noticing the tight black dress clinging to your body, the red lipstick proudly tinting your lips.

  You bat your lashes at him, almost looking pleased with yourself that you have him ogling at his best friend’s girlfriend, as if you have planned this.

  “Come on, I booked the table far from everyone,” Jack kisses your bare shoulder, hand spread over your waist as he leads you to the table, glancing back at Robby who is standing on his spot, clenching the hand you were holding a few seconds ago, “You coming?”

  “Yeah, yeah, right behind you.”

  He follows you to the table, running a hand down his face as he watches you take the seat between him and Jack, putting your purse on the table before crossing your legs, gazing at him as he sits down.

  “So,” you lean closer, chin resting on the back of your hand as you look between the two men, “How did you meet each other?”

  “I thought Jack had already told you,” Robby says, grabbing the menu, “Given how he told me you’re excited to meet me.”

  “I want you to tell me, Michael,” you smile, looking at him from under your eyelashes, “Can I call you Michael? Or should I go with Robby?”

  “Robby’s fine,” he doesn’t know he manages to get the words out of him. You must be a force to reckon with, probably how you have managed to charm your way into Jack’s heart. You know what you are doing to him, pushing his buttons and giving him those eyes.

  “I doubt it’s a story you’ll enjoy, doll,” Jack drags his knuckles over your bare arm, grabbing your hand to bring it to his lips. “Should we order wine? Make him loosen up a bit?”

  “Trying to wine and dine me?” Robby scoffs, “I don’t even know what I’m doing here, brother.”

  “You don’t have to do anything!” You reach out and put your hand on his while Jack laces his fingers through yours under the table, “Just enjoy your dinner with us. I promise I’m not some ditzy little girl trying to take your friend’s money.”

  “I never said you were,” Robby doesn’t make a move to remove your touch, he finds it quite nice, actually, the warmth your skin provides with the coldness of the bracelet around your wrist. “It’s… weird to have dinner with a couple. Never done that before.”

  “Well, you are in luck! Cause Jack’s treating us tonight! Red wine and steak, right, baby?” 

  “Of course, doll, anything for my favorite people,” he grins at you, glancing at Robby, who raises his eyebrows in surprise, “What?”

  “Nothing, just… I had no idea I was one of your favorite people,” Robby chuckles, putting the menu down so he can pat your hand, narrowing his eyes at Jack’s teasing smirk.

  “Do you think I take everyone to dinner with my girl?” Jack smiles, and Robby looks between him and you, finding you already looking at him with dazzling eyes, “Why do you think I go up on the roof? ‘Cause I know you’ll come and find me.”

  “So you’re just an attention whore,” Robby snorts, “Not that you’d do it with everyone, but… It’s surprising. You never introduced any of your previous hookups to me or Dana.”

  “I’m not a hookup, Robby—“ you squeal and bite your lip when Jack grabs the foot of your chair, dragging you closer to his side, kissing you feverishly on the mouth for a hot second, “Jack! We’re in public.”

  “Don’t care,” Jack pecks your lips again, and the sight makes Robby’s heartbeat rise, “You look too beautiful right now, don’t you agree, brother?”

  Robby is sure he is bright red with how you bite your lip and giggle. He doesn’t know what he has to say, it is inappropriate, he knows it, hell, even Jack knows it, but it doesn’t make your or Jack’s mood sour, in fact, it’s making you both excited.

  “No comment,” he grabs the glass of water on the table, taking a large sip while he looks back down at the menu to hide his face and embarrassment, but he can’t, not when you lean over the table to hold his hand.

  “Hey, look at me,” you pull on his fingers gently until you have his attention, his heated cheeks making his brown eyes more noticeable, “He doesn’t mind, you can admit that I look good.”

  “I’m not gonna flirt with my friend’s girlfriend in front of him.”

  “So you’d do it when I’m not around, huh?” Jack licks his lips, staring at Robby like he has said something that might ruin his entire life forever.

  Robby doesn’t know if the color is drained from his face or his cheeks are getting hot enough to cook a meal on them, either way, he is a mess. You are looking at him like you want to eat him whole, and Jack’s stare is enough to initiate the thought that he might tear Robby’s clothes in half.

  So yes, Robby is a fucking mess.

  “Let’s order before our poor boy passes out on us.” You kiss Jack’s cheek, nuzzling your face into his neck, leaving red stains all over his pale skin.

  Robby is fucking grateful that the table is far in the corner of the restaurant, being out of sight and earshot or he would have fainted long ago. 

  “I’m twice your age, doll, not your boy,” Robby says, finding the last bit of his confidence, “And I don’t pass out from flirting. ‘M not that weak.”

  “Is that an invitation to do more than just flirting?” Jesus fucking christ, Robby is going to have a stroke if you keep sweet talking him into… he doesn’t even know where you are leading him to, but he is near exploding — from desire, from pent up tension, from embarrassment.

  “Easy there, doll,” Jack chuckles, pointing at the waiter to come and take your orders, glancing at Robby with an easy smile, “Don’t scare him off so soon. At least let him enjoy his dinner.”

  Jack knows the effect you are having on Robby; he can see it. Robby is an open book to him, they have been working together for years, spent countless hours next to each other, so it shouldn’t be a shock when Jack catches a whiff of Robby’s arousal from the distance — he is already half-hard, it should be embarrassing, but with the way you bite your lip and blink up at him like you’re staring at a diamond statue worth million dollars and Jack smiling and looking at him with his intense eyes… he is done for good.

  “Maybe we should just leave, Jack,” you are talking to your boyfriend, but your heels are dragging up his calf, the pointed tip digging into Robby’s jeans as you slowly move them up. He grabs your ankle gently, giving you a pointed look before he looks back down at the menu, pretending to read the words.

  “That’d be rude,” Jack says, kissing the side of your head, “Order for me too, I’ll be right back.”

  “‘Kay,” you beam at him, looking back at Robby, who is glaring at you — there is no ill intent in his eyes, just pure confusion and lust, “So, what do you say?”

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Oh, come on, Robby!” You manage to drag your foot upper, lips parting in satisfaction when you nudge the bulge in his jeans, “It’s so fucking obvious that I want you.”

  “You have a boyfriend, my friend, I can never—“

  “Betray him? Well guess what,” you rest your forearms on the table, squeezing your tits together and smiling when you notice how Robby’s eyes drop down for a second, “He wants you too. I’m not falling for the ‘he is just a friend, he is my coworker’ bullshit. We want you, both of us, and… it seems you want us too.”

  “I… It’s not okay—“

  “Says who, Robby?” You whine, pouting at him like a child — he wants to call you a child, he wants to cuss you out and do unspeakable things to you, things he is ashamed of, things he shouldn’t be thinking about. “One night, that’s all we’re asking. You know, I asked Jack about you. His extremely sexy friend with sad eyes…”

  “What do you want from me?” Robby asks, voice hoarse and legs shaking as he squeezes your ankle.

  “We want you, that’s all,” Jack comes back, sitting down in front of him, cupping your jaw and digging his fingers into your cheeks, “Look at you, already so fucked out from flirting with him, what a slut.”

  Robby’s heart stops, his pupils dilate in a second as he hears that one word. Slut. Jack called you a slut and you are grinning at him like you have been rewarded. 

  He has always been skeptical about this side of him; he is a gentleman, he’s been told. Always making sure women feel safe with him, always looking out for them, even during sex, he has never allowed himself to go there and call them names. He felt it might demean them as a person, even though he was into it more than he would like to admit.

  “Are you going to join us?” Jack pulls Robby out of his thoughts, “My truck is outside, ready to go to our place.”

  “I don’t know—“

  “Please? Of course, if you’re really uncomfortable—“

  “I’m not,” he cuts you off, running a hand down his face as he purses his lips, “I don’t want to do something that might mess with my friendship.”

  “I think you’d mess it up if you don’t come with us and fuck my girlfriend,” Jack shrugs, standing up to extend his hand to you, and you take it, grabbing your purse to stand up next to him, waiting for Robby to join you.

  “Fine,” Fine. Yeah. Totally. Like, he isn’t about to get his hands on his best friend’s girlfriend. Like, this is totally normal for Jack to invite him to his place. Totally normal.

  You smile broadly, letting go of Jack to grab Robby’s hand, pulling him towards the exit as Jack walks ahead of you to his truck. 

  Robby can feel your excitement; your hands are shaking, a skip in your steps, and a grin you try to hide as you bid your farewell to the waiters and drag him to Jack’s car. You open the backseat door, urging him to go sit in the middle before you crawl inside too, waiting for Jack to turn on the engine and move.

  As soon as the car starts moving, you ditch your purse and straddle Robby’s lap, sitting yourself right on the tent in his pants, arms wrapping around his neck, leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss to test the waters.

  Robby groans, large palms caressing the path of your bare thighs to your waist before he meets you halfway this time, lips locking in a passionate kiss. One of his hands moves up to grab the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to his body while he licks his way into your mouth.

  He doesn’t notice how Jack’s grip tightens around the wheel, occasionally glancing back to see how desperately his girlfriend is grinding her hips down on Robby’s bulge.

  You moan into Robby’s mouth when his zipper comes in contact with your heated cunt, the wet spot in your thong leaving its trail over the fabric of his jeans as you let him explore your mouth like a starved man, scratching his beard under his jaw.

  There’s spit, tongue, teeth, everything Robby has ever felt in this kiss. It is a mess in your mouth, a mess he created, and when he pulls back, he sees how your lipstick is smudged all over your chin and swollen lips — truly, he has never seen a sight so beautiful as this.

  “We’re here,” Jack announces, his voice cracking as he looks at the pair from his rear mirror, cutting off the engine before he jumps down off the truck, opening the backseat door to help you out.

  You crawl out of Robby’s lap with one last kiss on the corner of his mouth, holding Jack’s hand to steady yourself and pull down the hem of your dress, waiting for Robby to join you. 

  The three of you walk to the building’s elevator as nonchalantly as possible, acting like you weren’t sucking on each other’s mouths a few moments earlier. But as soon as the elevator’s door is shut, Jack is kissing you on the lips while Robby presses himself to your back, trailing his tongue over your pulse point.

  You moan into your boyfriend’s mouth, one hand tangled in his curly hair while the other circles around Robby’s neck to hold him close. You can feel the warmth of their arousal against your body — hot, heavy, and begging for attention. 

  You feel Robby move away quickly when he hears the sound of the elevator’s ‘ding’, and it makes you and Jack chuckle.

  “What?”

  “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna catch us,” Jack replies, grabbing your hand to pull you into the hallway, silently forcing Robby to follow, “We’re the only people living on this floor.”

  “Lucky—“

  “Urgh, enough talking!” You groan, grabbing Jack’s keys from his hand before unlocking the door, pulling both men inside the apartment by their collars, “We have much more important things to do.”

  You don’t let them respond, you just grab Robby by his sleeve and pull him to the couch, pushing him down on the cushions before you crawl into his lap for the second time tonight, crashing your lips into his.

  Jack stands behind you, unbuttoning his shirt before he reaches to grab you by the back of your neck, pulling you away from Robby roughly, tilting your head back so he can look at you from above.

  “Wanna suck him off, doll?” Jack leans down, pecking your lips before he chuckles at your quick nods, “One dick wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

  “No…”

  “I know, greedy little slut,” he taps your cheek, standing back a little to give you room to stand up, but before you can kneel between Robby’s legs, Jack stops you, bending you down by a hand on the space between your shoulders, “You didn’t think I’d let you kneel, huh? It’d be really fucking rude to not let me fuck you while you blow my best friend.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Robby gasps when you only nod and unzip his pants, muttering a soft ‘yes sir’ in reply to Jack, pushing your hips back to your boyfriend’s bulge, grinding yourself against him as best as you can before you feel him reach between your bodies to undo his belt.

  “Do you always talk to her like that?” Robby gasps when you wrap your fingers around his cock, watching how you marvel at the size, stroking it a few times before you lower your mouth on the tip.

  “She loves it, brother,” Jack chuckles, pushing your dress over your waist and dragging your thong down your thighs, biting the flesh of your thigh in the process before he straightens his back, “Look at her, she is drenched. If not a whore than why act like one?”

  You hum around Robby, bracing your weight on your forearms on his thighs while Jack holds your hips in his steady hands, not letting you fall while you are bent over. 

  Robby sighs, hand reaching to rest over your head as you take him down your throat slowly, slurping and gagging in the process. His gaze goes from your red lips stretched out around his cock to Jack pumping himself, slowly lining up the tip with your cunt before he slams himself inside you. You jolt forward, moaning around Robby as your boyfriend fills you up completely. 

  Robby doesn’t know where to look; to your face that is covered in smudged makeup or to where you and Jack are connected, the globes of your ass hitting Jack’s hips as he picks up his pace. 

   “Fuck,” he groans when you angle your head to take more of him, and Jack siezes the moment to grab your arms and pull them behind you, leaving you choking around Robby’s dick.

  “Don’t be gentle with her,” Jack says in a deep throaty tone, smirking at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, “She gets off on it. C��mon, brother, tell her how much of a dumb slut she is, I mean, look at her.”

  Robby has always been hesitant to indulge in this side of himself, rightfully so, because none of his previous partners have ever allowed him to open up about his fantasies. It is strange to finally be given the green light not by one, but two people.

  “Really? You come just by being talked down to?” His tone is condescending, humiliating even, but when bites his lip and nods at Robby, he knows he is doing a good job, “Fucking pathetic.”

  Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Robby guides you up and down his length with his fingers tangled in your hair, the angry red tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

  “I told you,” Jack groans, nails digging into your waist as he pounds into you, “Taking two cocks at the same time. Maybe we should both fuck her holes together, what do you say? I’m pretty fucking sure she’d love it.”

  Your legs are aching, Robby notices; they are shaking and barely holding you up as Jack drills his cock deep inside you, pulling you to the edge of your orgasm quickly.

  “Are you going to come?” Robby pulls you off of his dick, leaning down to kiss you hard on the mouth, making sure you can take a breath in before he kisses you again, “Do it, come around him, I wanna see how he wrecks you.”

  You can’t form a coherent word when Robby reaches for your clit, burying his face into your neck as he stares into Jack’s eyes, watching how slams himself into you a few times before he comes, coating your insides white with a breathy moan of your name.

  Your high hits you like a truck, shuddering and quivering with meaningless words falling from your lips, gushing around Jack’s dick as he holds you pressed to him, making sure you take every drop of his cum.

  “Don’t make him wait,” Jack delivers a harsh slap on your ass, helping you crawl into Robby’s lap with weak legs, “Use my cum as lube, fuck him good, make sure he knows you’re his fucking toy too.”

  “Yes, sir,” you giggle and push Robby back, raising on your knees as Jack comes to stand behind you, reaching between you and Robby’s body to grab Robby’s cock, stroking him with a tight grip before he guides you to sit on it, “F-fuck—“

  “Shit,” Robby mouth parts in shock; you are warm, so so warm and welcoming, and Jack’s cum is leaking around his cock as you sit on him, keeping Jack’s seed locked in place, “You want me to fill you up too?”

  “Please!” You whimper, resting your hands on his shoulders so you can bounce up and down, vision getting blurry as his fat cock nudges your cervix so beautifully, “So big, so fuckin’—ah, fuck—“

  “He is big, isn’t he? But you can take it, I know you can. Be a good whore for him, yes— there she is,” Jack bites your neck, grabbing Robby’s hand to put them on your boobs while his own palms run down to your hips, helping you move faster, “Talk to her, brother, she fucking loves it.”

  “Yeah?” Robby squeezes your tits, long fingers playing with your nipples as you nod mindlessly, wailing out at the stretch of his cock while you ride him with all the energy you have left, “You love when I give you attention too? Your boyfriend wasn’t enough so you had to fuck his friend too. Disgusting, chasing the closest dick you could, I’m so fucking glad it was me.”

  Robby thrusts his hips upward, throwing his head back as he feels his balls tightening. The warmth and wetness of your pussy being too much for him, he knows he is close, it seems that Jack knows too.

  “C’mere,” Jack caresses Robby’s fully clothed chest up to his chin, grabbing his jaw tightly before he leans over your shoulder to kiss him. 

  The sight of the two men kissing is enough to make your vision go blank, legs trying to close around Robby’s wide hips as you come, white hot pleasure rushing through your veins. 

  Jack pulls away, his hand moving to Robby’s neck as you both look at the older man — flushed, breathless, and ready to come. You don’t stop riding him, not before making sure he gives you his load too. You move forward to kiss Robby as well while Jack holds his neck in place, his other hand helping you move your hips in fast circles.

  “Come for me, sir,” you gasp against Robby’s mouth, clenching your walls around his throbbing cock as you grind down on him, “I need it— give it to me!”

  “Fu—ahck!” Robby’s hands fly to your hips, holding you down as he finally comes, shooting ropes of his seed inside you with a deep throaty groan, eyes closed and cheeks on fire.

  “Yeah, make'er full, brother.” Jack kisses your head, his smile matching your lazy, tired grin as you watch Robby ride his high, giving you possibly the biggest load he has ever had.

  You fall on Robby’s chest, and Jack moves to sit next to the two of you, watching how you and Robby wrap your arms around each other while trying to catch your breath.

  “How was it?” You ask in a hushed voice, pressing soft kisses on Robby’s blushing neck, trailing your kisses up to his face, “Good? Bad? Out of this world?”

  “I’m fucking dizzy, give me a second,” you laugh at Robby’s tired voice, slowly stroking his hair, looking back at Jack who only shrugs runs a hand through his hair.

  “What? You too?”

  “We need at least two hours before we can fuck you again,” Jack says, ushering you to slowly deatach yourself from Robby, snuggling between the two of them on the couch with their mixed cum leaking out of you.

  “I mean…” Robby glances at you when you start talking, “You got two mouths and four skilled hands.”

  “You’re not wrong,” Jack smirks, looking at Robby with raised eyebrows, “What do you say?”

  “Maybe we should fuck the cheekiness out of her.”

  “Or maybe you could fuck each other and I watch,” You beam at them, “Though fully naked next time, and on the bed. I can’t feel my legs.”

[norrisainz33]

indy || po5

summary: after working a fellowship with mclaren f1 team, you get offered your dream job but the only catch is…. they’re actually sending you to indiana

pairing: pato o'ward x nonfamous!!reader

fc & warnings: becky g kinda and poorly translated spanish and very minor bad language

requested: yes!! omg my first pato fic and request! wahoooo!!!

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ynuser: AMIGAS!!!! i landed my dream job!!! say hello to arrow mclaren's newest full time photographer!! but please be for real with me rn how many aura points am i losing by moving to indiana………

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friend1: ay dios mío. indianapolis??? wHY

ynuser: no ik BUT why NOT!?

yourbff: i’m so proud of you hermosa chica

ynuser: gracias mi amor

friend2: ngl homie …. a decent amount of aura points

ynuser: ok…. and if i said i actually applied to work in the uk with the mclaren f1 team but they said actually we wanna send you to indycar instead then would i gain any back?

friend2: now hold on you should’ve lead with that

yoursibling: nooooooo you’re leaving me to go to INDIANA?!

ynuser: visit me loser

yoursibling: no!

friend3: too busy looking at how hot you are to even react to the caption

ynuser: 😘😘😘😘😘

friend4: congrats bb girl

ynuser: gracias 🤍

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ynuser: shes beauty, shes grace, shes me trying to figure out what an overcut is (send help) 😌😌 had the best weekend in st pete! thanks for having me florida xx

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friend1: the way i have followed all indycar and arrow mclaren socials despite not even know what an indy car is just to see all the amazing pics mi amiga takes

ynuser: fan behavior! jk love you bebe

arrowmclaren: welcome to the team y/n!

ynuser: thank you arrowmclaren! couldn't be happier to be here

patriciooward: i'll teach you! solo di cuándo [just say when]

ynuser: 🤯 say less

yoursibling: oh so you'll invite me to indiana but not florida? fake

ynuser: ungrateful for the invite to my new home so no fun trips for youuuuuuu

yourbff: ok hermosa, lo que digas! [ok gorgeous, whatever you say]

ynuser: 😘😘

nolansiegel: great to meet you this weekend y/n! thanks for the sick pics

ynuser: likewise nolan!! ofc its literally my job

user1: so you're the photographer who took those perfect pics for me and my friends!! thank you for being so kind and for indulging us 🤍

ynuser: omg of course!! you guys had the cutest outfits there was no way i wasn't going to photograph xx

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friend2: now hold up..... who dis?

ynusr: heheheheh a driver for mclaren

friend2: he can drive right into me fr

ynuser: ASFGNKF jajajajaja

yourbff: oh you weren't kidding he handsome handsome

ynuser: painfully so.... and he's so nice?? and funny?? and speaks spanish??? and laughed at all my jokes???? and said i looked pretty????? and explained all of indycar to me????

yourbff: nah im OUT

ynuser: he was like lowkey flirting and im freaking out

yourbff: DETAILS NOW

ynuser: well we went out for drinks after our media day here in long beach so he could give me a rundown of indycar right? and like it started professional but after a drink or two he put his hand on the back of my chair, leaned in way closer than necessary and started asking me all these questions about myself instead. like?? sir?? and the whole time his thumb was just casually rubbing little circles on my back like it was nothing??? i was trying to remember the different tire types and he’s over casually giving me bedroom eyes like its nothing. and MAYBE IT IS IDK!!!!

yourbff: i'm speechless. no one casually acts like that w out something behind it no no

ynuser: thats what im saying

yourbff: have you talked since?

ynuser: yes he texted me and said AND I QUOTE: "i really enjoyed getting to know you. lets do this again."

yourbff: i was JUST wearing my pants. no idea where they have gone.

yourbff: he wants you. only explanation.

ynuser: girl pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭

yoursibling: now you're posting a MAN ?! ay dios mío

ynuser: you will never let me live

friend3: your ability to make friend with everyone is incredible. i am so jealous of you

ynuser: omg stoppp

friend4: blah blah blah proper name back story

ynuser: you get it

friend5: i thought we were team penske in this house

ynuser: idk who house your in but it ain't mine!

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user2: WHO THIS I INOW THAY AINT MY GIRL ELBA

frosenqvist: this who i think it is?

patriciooward: the chica i was talking about? yes 😏

frosenqvist: ohhhhh making moves huh?

patriciooward: if you mean getting her her favorite coffee and making her giggle then yes

frosenqvist: perfect

user4: PATITOT WHI IS THIS

davidmalukas: oh !

patriciooward: 😊

user5: ok so i’m gonna go camp at this coffee shop now

ynuser: omg not the candid what is this……. ugh at least i look good here

patriciooward: you look good everywhere

ynuser: omg 🥹 gracias pato

patriciooward: de nada y/n/n

user9: pato please don’t do this to me. i thought we had something special

nolansiegel: elba looks different here

patriciooward: hehe you know it’s not elba

nolansiegel: so things are going well with your girl then?

patriciooward: yes they are 😉

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friend1: you look incredible

ynuser: thank you my love ❤️‍🔥

friend2: CAN HE FIGHT BC I WANT YOU

ynuser: honestly i don’t think he can but he won’t have to bc i’m all yours mi amiga

nolansiegel: omg bestie im a private story bestie i could cry

ynuser: you do realize you’re my favorite person in all of indiana right?

nolansiegel: omg this literally made my day i dont think you understand

nolansiegel: now tell me…… is this outfit for a certain teammate of mine 🤨

ynuser: 😔 maybe

nolansiegel: well between you and me that teammate can’t stop talking about how excited he is

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭

yourbff: YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES

ynuser: yayyyyy gracias!!

patriciooward: damn what other man is taking you out today

ynuser: haha ……. you weren’t supposed to see this i’m gonna die of embarrassment

patriciooward: oh so there is another man?! WHO?! nolan?! david m? JASON FROM FINANCE?!

ynuser: pato please 😭 the only person i’m going on a date with today is you

patricioooward: well in that case your outfit is perfect 😍😫 can’t believe you think i’m the hottest man you’ve ever seen

ynuser: i’m so embarrassed 😔😭 (but you are i can’t lie)

patriciooward: good thing i can’t lie either because i do think you’re the hottest woman i’ve ever seen

ynuser: ay dios mío stopppppp 😭😭😭

friend4: beautiful gorgeous perfect

ynuser: 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yoursibling: you look HOT however i find it horrifying that you’re letting a man take you out

ynuser: it is alarming ik but hes not just any man my dear

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ynuser: life is truly crazy because one minute you're crying about moving to a new town and the next you're working your dream job and taking pictures of your situationship going over 200 mph like its no big deal

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friend3: did i miss a chapter here 🤨

ynuser: i’ll call you 😌

davidmalukas: wait im in these pics can i be your situationship too?

ynuser: i mean…..

patriciooward: watch it both of you

friend2: tea tea tea

ynuser: 🤯

patriciooward: oh who that in the number 5 car?

ynuser: mmm just some guy idk

patriciooward: sabes que soy mucho más que un chico cualquiera. [you know i'm much more than just some guy]

user3: love your photos!!

ynuser: 🥹🥹 thank you

yourbff: oh so we’ve upgraded to situationship now?

ynuser: maybe 🫨

patriciooward: she’s playing hard to get 🙄 i thought she was my girlfriend

ynuser: i’m calling hr

yourbff: let’s not fight children

user2: i wish indycar had gossip pages like f1 bc this interaction would be doing insane numbers

yoursibling: wait why you kinda famous who are all these ppl

ynuser: i’m gonna blow up and act like i don’t know you

yoursibling: i believe it

arrowmclaren: we’re so glad you moved to the new city

ynuser: me too 🧡

user5: waitttt you are living the actual dream

ynuser: i am incredibly lucky 🧡

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patriciooward: we gave it everything out there for a beautiful p1! gracias por todo y gracias a mi novia por dejarme publicarla. dejó de hacerse la difícil 😉 [thank you for everything and thank you to my girlfriend for letting me post her. she stopped playing hard to get!]

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user1: felicitaciones!

yourbff: you can tell which pics she took and which one someone else took 😭

patriciooward: the professional was a bit busy in that second shot 😉

ynuser: orgullosa de ti 🧡 [proud of you]

patriciooward: gracias mi amor

lando: congrats on a strong weekend mate!

patriciooward: thanks champ!

user2: naurrrrrrrrrr you have a girlfriend?! congrats ig

frosenqvist: got the girl and the win! let’s go!

patriciooward: yes sir 😉

elbaoward: obsessed with everything about this 🤍

patriciooward: me too 😍

arrowmclaren: that’s our driver!!! [liked by patriciooward]

user4: wahooo patoooooooo

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ynuser: dream job lead me to my dream man who woulda thought! patitio te amo mucho 🧡

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yourbff: que románticaaaaaaaa 😍 [how romantic]

ynuser: si si mami

user2: violently sobbing. i wish my job led me to pato oward [liked by ynuser]

nolansiegel: woohooo!! best hard launch ever

ynuser: thanks for the constant hype noly

patriciooward: why didnt i get the same nice comment from you nolan?

ynuser: bc he likes me more :)

nolansiegel: that is true unfortunately! pato who?

patriciooward: W O W

patriciooward: yo tambien te amo bebe [i love you too baby]

ynuser: siempre y para siempre [always and forever]

yoursibling: we've lost a real one chat

ynuser: or gained one depending on how you look at it

frined3: YYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS [liked by ynuser]

friend4: i wanna be you when i grow up please

ynuser: and you can be easy peasy

user5: imma need you to post a story time about how you broke into motorsports and became a wag at the same time bc you are the blueprint [liked by ynuser]

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[clarkeyzzz]

okay here me out on this - you’re a youtuber and tiktoker who’s friends with the boys and always had a little crush on george, and he you, but you’re both cowards. it’s valentine’s day coming up and all the other boys have dates/are away and so are your girl friends so you say to george hey let’s do a friend v day like valentine’s day or smthn because he’s sad he doesn’t have a gf, he comes to your flat, you cook, watch rom coms, drink a lot of wine and you play games but you accidentally play a couples game 😉😉😉😉 and you end up doing the deed and in the end both agree to go on an ACTUAL valentines date the next day hehehehehe

A Valentine's Between Friends

george clarke x fem!reader

summary: a friendly valentine's evening leads to anything but…

warnings: sexual content, smut (MDNI)

3.4k words (may have got a bit carried away)

note: Anon, thank you so much for the request. It's my first time writing smut so I hope you like it, sorry if it's awkward and cringy. If it sucks let me know and would love to get more requests.

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It was the sort of cold February evening that made you want to curl up with a blanket, a glass of wine, and pretend the world outside didn’t exist. The sort of evening that made you consider just not getting out of bed at all. Except for the fact that your phone was pinging with messages from the boys.

You groaned into your pillow, staring at the screen.

Chris had a date with someone he met on one of his spontaneous trips. Arthur was spending Valentine’s Day with a new girlfriend who he met through TikTok. Even your best friend was off on a family holiday. leaving you all alone.

You could already feel that aching hole in your chest. Valentine’s Day, of all days, was particularly terrible when you were single. The entire world seemed to be a constant reminder of the relationships you didn’t have. Of the fact that your phone was always empty, save for messages from your mates.

But then, there was George.

You had always had a soft spot for him. It started back when you all met, years ago, the banter, the cheeky comments, the laughs, the way he made you feel like you were always in on some secret joke. And now, well... now, it was just confusing. It had become a game of will-they-won’t-they. Neither of you ever crossed the line—too much fear of what might happen if you did. But god, how you both danced around it.

You hated the idea of spending Valentine’s Day alone, and so did he. So why not just make it a thing? A friend Valentine’s Day—no expectations, no awkwardness. You’d keep it chill.

You shot him a quick text.

“Wanna have an anti-Valentine's Day? I'll cook, we can drink wine, watch rom-coms and maybe play some games. Neither of us have plans, so why not? Let me know xx"

It didn’t take long before his reply came through.

"That sounds like exactly what I need. I’ll be over in an hour."

It was almost comically easy. But as the hour passed, you found yourself slightly nervous, unsure of what to expect. Was this just a chill night? Or was there something more lurking under the surface? You tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on getting everything ready.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, the sizzle of garlic in the pan mingling with the rich aroma of tomatoes—a simple, hearty meal to pair perfectly with the wine you’d bought. As you laid the table, each placement was a silent testament to the years of friendship that had intricately laced your lives together.

The sound of the doorbell jolted you from your thoughts. George stood there, hands buried deep in his pockets, his smile shy but genuine.

"Hey," he greeted, stepping into the warmth of your flat, the cold nipping at his heels. "This is a surprise. Smells like you've outdone yourself."

You chuckled, "Microwave meals are tragic on Valentine’s, even for friends."

He let out a laugh, sitting down at the table. "Fair enough. This looks pretty decent, actually. I’m impressed."

The evening unfolded with an ease that only true friendship could afford. Dinner was a merry affair, filled with laughter and nostalgic exchanges about past escapades with the boys. As the wine flowed, the barriers of mere friendship seemed to melt away, replaced by a tender connection that neither of you had dared to explore.

He grinned, taking off his jacket and hanging it up, glancing around your flat. "I’ve got to admit, this is a bit of a shocker. You’re actually being… domestic?"

"Well, thank you," you replied, smiling. "I even put some effort into it, just for you." You pulled the wine out of the fridge, uncorking it and pouring another glass for both of you.

The conversation flowed easily after that—easy banter, jokes about past video shoots, hilarious stories about the boys. But beneath the jokes, there was something soft lingering in the air. It was the unsaid, the little sparks you both danced around every time you spent time together.

As the evening wore on, the wine started to loosen your inhibitions. You moved to the couch, both of you nestled into the cushions, a blanket draped across your legs. The rom-com marathon began, and you both laughed at the ridiculous plot twists, snickered at the corny lines, but neither of you could ignore the growing tension between you.

"Should we play a game?" you asked, glancing at the coffee table where you had set out a box of games, most of them silly. "Something to pass the time? No pressure, I promise."

George gave you smile. "Yeah, I’m game. As long as it’s not too weird."

You grinned. "Oh, it’s not that weird. It’s just a couples game."

He raised an eyebrow. "Couples game? What, like Truth or Dare, but for couples?"

"Exactly," you replied with a laugh, though your heart was now beating in your throat. "But it’s mostly silly stuff. You know, harmless. Just a fun thing to do on Valentines."

You could see his hesitation, the subtle shift in his posture. "Alright. But I’m not kissing you, just so we’re clear."  He finished his sentence with a cheeky wink.

You snorted. "Who said anything about kissing?"

With a shake of his head, George grabbed the card deck, and you both started drawing cards one after another, each more ridiculous than the last. The questions were harmless, at first: "What's your partner's worst habit?" and "What's their favourite food?" The game seemed lighthearted enough. Until it wasn't.

George drew the next card, his fingers trembling slightly as he flipped it over. The room suddenly felt too warm, the air thick with unspoken tension. He cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he read the card aloud: "Describe your most vivid fantasy involving the person sitting across from you."

Your eyes widened, and you felt a jolt of electricity course through your body. The playful atmosphere evaporated in an instant, replaced by a crackling intensity that made your skin tingle. George's gaze met yours, his pupils dilating ever so slightly.

"We don't have to-" you started to say, but George cut you off with a subtle shake of his head. His voice low and husky. "No, it's okay. I want to answer."

"It's always the same dream," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "We're alone on a deserted beach at sunset. The sky is painted in shades of orange and pink, and the waves are gently lapping at our feet."

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

He continued, his voice growing more confident. "You're wearing that white sundress I love, the one that shows off your shoulders. Your hair is loose, blowing in the sea breeze. I reach out to brush a strand from your face, and suddenly we're so close I can feel your breath on my lips."

The room was dead silent now, and you’re hanging onto George's every word.

Your heart raced as George's words painted a vivid picture, one that mirrored your own secret fantasies. The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity.

"And then?" you whispered, barely trusting your voice.

George's eyes darkened. "Then I kiss you. Softly at first, but it quickly becomes more. My hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. You taste like salt and cherries."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, your skin tingling with each word.

"We fall back onto the sand," he continued, his voice low and intense. "The waves crash around us, but we don't care. All that matters is the feel of your skin against mine, the sound of your breath catching as I-"

George's voice trailed off, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air between you. The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that seemed to pulse with each rapid beat of your heart. You realized you were holding your breath, your body leaning towards George unconsciously.

"As you what?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thundering of your pulse in your ears.

George swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. He looked almost pained, as if continuing would shatter some invisible barrier between fantasy and reality. But his eyes, dark and intense, never left yours.

"As I trace every curve of your body," he finally said, his voice rough with emotion. "As I worship you with my hands, my lips, my entire being. In that moment, you're my entire world."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, your skin erupting in goose bumps.

The silence that followed was deafening. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, feel the heat radiating from your flushed skin. George's confession hung in the air between you, electric and charged with possibility.

"I..." you began, but the words caught in your throat. How could you possibly respond to such a raw, intimate revelation?

George's eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and desire swirling in their depths. "Your turn," he said softly, pushing the deck of cards towards you with trembling fingers.

Your hand hovered over the stack, suddenly aware of how this next card could change everything. With a deep breath, you flipped it over.

"If you could do anything right now, without consequences, what would it be?"

The question seemed to mock you, daring you to voice the thoughts that had been building since George began speaking. You looked up, meeting his gaze once more. The air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken tension.

"I..." you started again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I would make your fantasy a reality."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with implication. George's eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly rose from your seat. Your heart pounded as you crossed the short distance between you, each step feeling like an eternity. George's gaze followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and disbelief etched across his features.

As you reached him, you gently took the card from his hands, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Then, with a courage you didn't know you possessed, you lowered yourself onto his lap, your legs straddling his.

George's hands instinctively moved to your waist, steading you.

"We may not have a sunset, but..." Your voice trailed off as you brought your face closer to his, your lips mere inches apart. "We can make our own paradise right here."

George's breath hitched, his fingers tightening on your waist. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you hovered on the precipice of something monumental. Then, with a soft groan, George closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

It was everything you had imagined and more. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving against yours with a passion that made your head spin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

George's hands roamed your back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. When you finally broke apart for air, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

"I've wanted this for so long," George murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His hands cupped your face gently, thumbs stroking your cheeks as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.

You leaned into his touch, your heart racing. "Me too," you whispered back, surprised by the intensity of your own feelings.

George's eyes searched yours, a mix of desire and vulnerability swirling in their depths. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in again, this time placing a soft, reverent kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. Each touch of his lips sent sparks through your body.

When he finally reclaimed your lips, the kiss was slower, deeper, filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. You melted into him, your bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper, as if the question was as much for him as it was for you.

You leaned in slightly, your breath mingling with his. "I’m sure," you murmured, before closing the distance between you with a kiss.

It started soft—tentative. But as the seconds stretched, it deepened, becoming more urgent. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth of his chest against yours, the rise and fall of his breath matching your own.

The world outside seemed to vanish. The only thing that mattered was the press of his lips against yours, the way his fingers traced the curve of your spine, sending sparks of electricity through your body. His touch was gentle at first, but as you shifted against him, something shifted in the air between you—a quiet hunger that neither of you could deny any longer.

"George," you whispered against his lips, a soft plea, and it was all it took. His hands moved to your face, cupping it as he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was losing himself to the moment.

You felt the intensity rise in him, in the way his hands wandered to the back of your neck, tugging gently, pulling you even closer. The taste of the wine mixed with the warmth of his mouth, and you could no longer tell where you ended and he began.

"Are you really sure?" he asked again, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes. I want this."

With that, the dam broke. His lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, leaving a fiery path behind. You shivered at the feeling, the electricity between you both undeniable. Each kiss, each touch, built the tension higher, and soon, it felt like the only thing you needed was him.

The wine seemed to fuel your courage as much as it fueled your desire, and soon you were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything but the way your bodies responded to each other. His hands roamed freely, each touch sending your pulse racing, while you met him with equal eagerness, your fingers tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

As things heated up, you both moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. George's eyes roamed over you appreciatively as you lay back on the bed. He joined you, his warm body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another passionate kiss. His hands explored your curves, teasing and caressing. You arched into his touch, wanting more.

George trailed kisses down your neck and chest, taking his time to savor every inch of you. When his mouth found your breast, you gasped in pleasure. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his hand kneaded your other breast. The dual sensations sent waves of arousal through you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, urging him lower. He obliged, kissing down your stomach until he settled between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against your sensitive flesh had you moaning. He explored you thoroughly

George's lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your inner thighs. His warm breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver with anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact with your center, you gasped at the sensation. He started with slow, teasing licks before focusing his attention on your most sensitive spots.

As George's ministrations intensified, you felt waves of pleasure building inside you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as your hips rocked against his mouth. He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them in a come hither motion that had you seeing stars. Thel stimulation quickly pushed you over the edge into a powerful climax that left you breathless.

Before you could fully recover, George was kissing his way back up your body. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands roamed over George's muscular back as he settled between your thighs. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, igniting a fresh wave of desire. George gazed into your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded, pulling him closer.

He entered you slowly, both of you gasping at the exquisite sensation of finally being joined. George stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then he began to move, setting a slow pace that had you arching beneath him.

Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, finding a rhythm that built the pleasure higher and higher. George's lips found yours in a searing kiss as he quickened his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle and causing you both to cry out.

The room filled with the sounds of your shared passion - soft moans, gasps of pleasure, skin sliding against skin. The walls seemed to disappear, as if they were the only two people in the world. George's hips moved faster, his thrusts deep and primal, as if he couldn't get enough of her. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, urging her on.

You met his gaze, your breath ragged and your chest heaving. "George... I... I'm..."

He kissed you again, hard and desperate, silencing your words as he drove himself deeper inside you. "I've got you," he murmured against your lips. "Let go."

That was all the encouragement you needed. With a sharp cry, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. The intensity of your climax sent shockwaves through your body, your inner muscles clenching around George rhythmically. He groaned at the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. With a few final deep thrusts, George let out a guttural moan as he found his peak, trembling above you.

You both lay there panting, bodies intertwined and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. George's weight on top of you felt comforting rather than stifling. Sliding out, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft with emotion. He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead tenderly before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

"That was..." he trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.

"Yeah," you agreed breathlessly. "It really was."

George rolled to the side, pulling you close against him. You nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. A comfortable silence fell between you as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

George's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, sending pleasant tingles through your body. You tilted your head up to look at him, taking in his tousled hair and flushed cheeks. His eyes met yours, filled with warmth and contentment.

You both lay there for a moment, just breathing, both aware of the shift that had happened—of the line you had just crossed, and the new, thrilling tension that hung in the air. Neither of you spoke for a long time, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy.

"Well," he said, voice thick, "that… wasn’t how I expected the night to go."

You chuckled softly, catching your breath. "Yeah, me neither. But…"

"But?" he prompted, his eyes locking with yours, intense and filled with something new.

"But, maybe we should just go with it?"

He smiled at you, his lips curving mischievously. But when George finally broke the brief silence, it was with a soft chuckle.

"So… tomorrow," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "I guess we're going on that Valentine's date after all."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. "I guess we are," you replied with a smile, lifting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft and full of a warmth that made your heart flutter. As his eyes met yours, you knew that everything had changed.

Outside, the night continued on, unaware of the transformation happening within the walls of your flat. But inside, on this unexpected Valentine's Day, you found yourself celebrating not just the day itself, but the beginning of something new and exciting. As you snuggled closer to him, your head finding its now familiar spot on his shoulder, you both agreed to take a leap into the unknown together. This was more than just a date on the calendar - it was a promise for the future.

Valentine's Day was no longer a dreaded reminder of what you lacked, but a joyous celebration of what could be.

[bewitched-hours]

WAH I KIND OF MISWORDED THAT REQ OF 1X1X1X1 AND BITING STUFF

rewrite:

just got an idea from the anon that mentioned lizards biting their mate

i request a (clingy) 1x1x1x1 x reader where 1x1x1x1 likes to bite reader affectionately (gently bc they are too afraid to hurt reader)

Yeah gonna be honest, I was a little confused at first but I did get it so I'll cut and paste what I've already written for this and just go on from there- I also like the lizard 1x HC and will hopefully find a way to use it more in future oneshots hehehehehe-

Reader's getting They/Them for this one!

Firstly, I'd like to congratulate you on getting an embodiment of hatred to fall in love with you.

And then I'd like to apologize for her behaviour-

You still don't quite remember how the relationship started. You were both killers and would watch each other in admiration because you had similar abilities so you'd see each other kinda like friendly competition to learn new tricks and see who can finish rounds faster.

... And now you've taken to cuddling up in your room with 1x on a regular basis. It was definitely a plus that you preferred to keep your room warm as 1x seemed to enjoy warmer areas a lot... Especially when cuddling with you...

Honestly, who would've thought an embodiment of hate to be such a clingy lover? It was hard to get him to even admit that she had a crush on you but by the Spectre were you glad when you did get it out of him.

You noticeably also got favourable treatment, as pointed out by C00lkidd once. It was sweet but you were so confused when you realized it for the first time.

After all, what made you stand out from the other killers to a point you were favoured and even dating someone like 1x?

Was it the way you were more of a listener than a talker? The fact you can consider any silence comfortable enough to remain silent? Maybe your patience?

Whatever it was it led to you becoming essentially a heating pillow to this walking green glow stick. Not like he'd ever admit to her own antics. He'd rather deal with Shedletsky than admit she was clingy...

Not like you minded it between rounds. You found yourself having the best sleep of your life with her wrapped around you. It probably made you fall even more in love.

And today was no different.

Surprisingly, you woke up to gentle bites being left on your arms.

"1x...? What-" You were confused to say the least but she only shushed you. "I don't wanna hurt you..." Were ultimately the words that made your heart melt all over and you began cuddling up more to your boyfriend to let her also bite the other arm.

"I have no idea why you do this but... It's cute..." You pressed a small kiss against his head, figuring you could probably just go back to sleep.

"Don't be corny... I just had the urge to do that as a sign of affection..." She muttered against your skin, making you chuckle slightly. "That just makes you sound like a lizard, babe... It's not surprising but still cute..." You could only further chuckle as your words seemed to make him grumble more even though she seemingly refused to stop the affectionate bites.

It left behind noticeable marks but... You surprisingly didn't feel a thing...

Now to hide those from the other killers so they don't get the wrong idea...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[milkmily]

Okay but like fun fun idea hehehehehe

So basically Caleb x non-mc reader

You knew Caleb and MC since middle school. Cool Yaya's childhood was so fun yes. Okay so basically boom, you develop feelings for Caleb. I mean, who wouldn't? He was protective, caring, on time, smart, and funny. Most of all, handsome. You are over at their place, you're sitting on the floor as you do some homework for a class as he sits next to you as well, watching you. And that's when you two just talk about how you two were in middle school, how some things you two did made you cringe but it still made you laugh and feel warm about those memories. But this soon leads you to getting closer, your hands on top of another, your head on his shoulder as you two stare at the carpet floor. Thats when you two kissed. Your guys first kiss.

And Caleb didn't stop. Because now that he has kissed you, he simply seems to not want to let you go. Your pressed against the floor, him onto of you as his lips never leave yours, saliva everywhere as he groans in the kiss, his hands holding your face, your hands holding tightly to his white shirt.

That's when you two pulled apart as you heard footsteps up your stairs. You two pant, looking at each other for a second until he heard her voice, "Caleb!" It was MC. He got off you, catching his breath as she stood up and straightened his shirt. "Coming Pipsqueak!"

And that kiss just led to many more kisses. He would pull you away from class as soon as it ended and take you somewhere where it was just you two, him pressing you against the wall as he kisses you. While shopping with MC, he pulls you to a changing room and an aisle that was alone, and he kisses you. At home, he kisses you for hours now that you two are alone in his room. Of course, that's if MC isn't in the room with you two. The thing was, these kisses, you loved them. But what was the meaning behind them? Does that mean Caleb loves you? But no matter how much time you spend and how many kisses you two have shared, it seems that his eyes are always on her. Always.

But you didn't stop these kisses. Never did. Why? This was the only way you'd feel him this close, this vulnerable with you and it was the only time you could pretend he does love you. College came and the kisses calmed down. They weren't frequent but when he would kiss you, they were of hunger now, need. The kisses turned into full-on make-outs. You'd feel how hard he'd get as you sat on his lap, kissing him as some moans would slip out as he groans back. As soon as you felt him get hard, he pulled away and made you move off him.

Funny thing about the kisses was he'd still be the same. The next day or if MC almost caught you two making out, he'd pretend as if they never happened, as if his hungry lips weren't against yours as his tongue fought with yours, groaning and almost moaning too. He'd talk to you as if that never happened, normal good best friend talk. Which bothered you, But said nothing.

Graduation happened. Gods, what a horrible day.

You saw how MC kissed Caleb on the cheek, with a grin as she did it. Caleb's eyes were wide and his cheeks were red to the tip of his nose. There was even a shine in his eyes. You stood there as you saw them both. And since then, you decided to stop things. Your texts to Caleb would now be slow instead of instant, you'd reject his kisses, and any hangout MC or Caleb would have. You would say you were too busy because of work. Which would you start to regret eventually. Caleb left to be a pilot, but thats all you knew. MC told you all of this.

She also told you Caleb would be back soon. Might as well visit no? But you couldn't, your work didn't allow you, they needed you to do overtime that day. So you canceled, apologizing to them over text.

The explosion happened. You heard of it. From MC as she cried to you. That night you cried. The next, week, the month, and more months. You decided to leave Linkon City. The more time yoh spent, the more memories youd get from Caleb. Everything reminded you of him.

You left and lived at Skyhaven. You found an apartment, a job, and started your life there.

And as you walked back home after a stressful day at work, you saw him. Well, you think it's him? The man turns and your eyes are wide, it is him. He's alive.

Okay, that's all I have gang idk if I wanna write more or nah or like a whole as a one-shot. Imma go to sleep gn gang

[deathbxnny]

HEHEHEHEH HELLO AGAIN BXXNY!!!

I am so obsessed with this man even if he doesn't do big pp DMG and I have no idea how to use him he's still on my team (with Yelan Klee and Zhongli)

ANYWAYS!! Kinich with a girlfriend that's like his childhood best friend, both pretty obsessed with each other tbh, but Ajaw is a little shit that loves making Kinich's life hell, so he acts all sweet with reader, always crying crocodile tears to her and just sucking up to her, basking in all the attention and cuddles she gives him while making sure to paint Kinich in a bad light.

Of course reader knows Ajaw's little plan... but she does love seeing Kinich so frustrated, so she always agrees with Ajaw... I'll leave the rest to you!

(I'm so happy to get this other idea out you have no idea)

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. | Kinich x Fem!Reader feat. Ajaw

I want to kiss your brain, dear moot!! Your idea is so good, I could eat it for dinner rn!!<33

Content: Jealous Kinich, established relationship, Ajaw being a menace as usual, fluff, kinda unserious, sfw

Reader is asked to be fem/afab!

((Not proofread))

Ajaw was always determined to make Kinich's life a living hell out pure of spite. Nothing else brought him so much joy, and therefore, he used all his free times to scheme and plan his next evil shenanigans against him. It wasn't an easy thing to do by no means, though, since the man was often unbothered and indifferent by his presence, going so far as to banish the dragon lord at times to get rid of him momentarily.

But all of his hard work became a lot lighter when you and Kinich finally became a couple after years of being "just friends". The dragon lord saw his golden opportunity for the perfect revenge, one he achieved through your kind, unsuspecting heart and kindness towards him.

To you, Ajaw could do no wrong. No matter what it was, you often took his side when he whined and gave you those perfectly teary eyes whilst accusing Kinich of being mean to HIM. That produced much better results than anything the dragon lord could've ever planned, and it brought him indescribable joy to see his dear companions visible annoyance.

Now, you ofcourse were very much aware of Ajaw's silly, evil plans, but seeing your boyfriend so easily angered and jealous at the attention you gave the menace of a creature he was stuck with, was unfortunately too cute to pass up. Of course, you'd make it up to him with gentle kisses and cuddle sessions... but until then, you played along.

Whenever Ajaw came flying to you out of "fear", after Kinich "threatened" to put him in time-out again, you'd coo at his plight and pat him on the head, a playful and sympathetic pout in your lips that ticked your boyfriend off.

At times, he'd even interrupt your time together during dates, demanding attention in the most dramatic ways possible, knowing how jealous it made the man who was very much obsessed with you. He could never be angry at you, but Ajaw was not spared from his wrath. He tried to stay calm and remind himself that it was all just to get a reaction out of him, but it was hard when he was close to reaching over and strangling him.

You eventually had to stop your games to calm him down and remind him that it was all indeed just playful banter... especially after Ajaw received the darkest glare known to man, when he attempted to ruin another date with you.

The allmighty dragon lord miraculously stopped his plans for a while, mainly because he suddenly didn't feel like facing your loving boyfriend's wrath after all...

[revelboo]

may you PLEASE write more starscream x reader heheheheh.... ive been eating them up ever since i came across ur blog

I’m glad you like them! That last anon question made me think of something I’m going to have to deal with eventually, though. I mostly write paranormal romance and my intention was to use Tumblr like my note board in my office- that’s what these snippets are- scenes I want to get down so I remember them and can expand them into a coherent story later- I have an AO3 ready for when I start doing that, but because of what the story arc will eventually lead to, it’ll be 18+ I’ve been avoiding writing anything… er, let’s say “spicy” here since I really don’t know the demographic on Tumblr and I’m not interested in corrupting/ mentally scarring preteens or kids. Though, to be fair, I imagine putting a warning up over there is exactly as effective as adding one here.

Everything is Alright Pt 27

Starscream x Reader- trust

• How can you ease him with such a small thing? Just a touch, given freely. Because you might care. He needs to believe that, needs this to be real, not all just an act to save yourself and stay in his good graces. Needs someone who needs him. The truth, though? He doesn’t know and that doubt lingers in the back of his processor as he lays flat on his back, a servo tracing along your back as you sprawl on him alongside his canopy. He can feel every little shift of your small frame against his, your breathing and the beat of your heart. Those sensations now familiar as the pulse of his own spark.

• He’s calmer now, but quiet and that doesn’t sit well with you. It genuinely hurt him that you’d assumed the worst. And even if he hadn’t hurt anyone, you’re sure he still destroyed someone’s home. It’s a reminder that he doesn’t actually care about humans. For whatever reason, you’re the exception. The one left holding his leash while knowing you can’t actually hope to rein in his behavior. Can’t hope to control him. That servo traces the curve of your shoulder. Down the line of your spine. Every stroke seeming to calm that awful anger more. When he vents, the warm air washes over you, stirring your hair. And if you have his leash, he has yours. How can you ever try to really escape when you know he’ll go on a rampage? You’re not even sure that you want to anymore and when did that happen? With that realization comes the one that whispers that you can’t keep writing it off as Stockholm’s. You do care for him as stupid as it probably is.

• Rumbling softly when your head lifts, the slide of his servo pauses because you’re staring at him and he isn’t sure what to make of that look on your face. “What?” He growls, immediately wary. His wings try to shift even though his position restricts them when you carefully stand, a hand on his canopy for balance as you walk closer to his head and sit on his plating where his chassis and neck meet. Still staring at him and he has to tuck his chin to see you.

• That confusion edged with annoyance is almost cute as he frowns at you. Trying to figure out what you’re doing, just like you are. There’s so much you want to say. To ask in that moment, as fragile, new thoughts flutter through you. And it passes, because you can’t risk ruining what you have. It matters to you more than it should. So you just lay a palm on his face, lean down and press a soft kiss to his warm, metal chin. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper instead of those dangerous, soft things you can’t let loose.

• Watching you retreat back to your original spot on his chassis and then lay down on your side with your back to his canopy, he doesn’t move. Not until your breathing eventually evens out and he’s sure you’re not awake. Then slowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he touches his chin, warmth spreading through him at that little display of affection for him. Venting, he lets his head fall back to stare at the ceiling as something stirs in his spark, kindling in the quiet and he lays a hand over your little frame to keep you safe.

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[ssahotchnerr]

can i request jack wanting reader to be his valentine? 🥹😭❤️

like, aaron had no idea & his son just totally steals his thunder (bc he’s been pining over reader, ofc lol) but he can’t even be mad? it’s just so sweet & cute!!! but ofc, aaron gets the girl in the end hehehehehe <3

something exhilarating

happy valentine's day <3 cw; bau!reader, mutual pining, fluff!!!!!

"jack!" you grinned as he rushed towards your desk, aaron following right behind him.

"happy valentine's day." he gushed, with newfound shyness you've never quite witnessed from him.

"happy valentine's day!" you grinned, getting up from your chair to crouch, allowing you to be more at his eye-level. "did you have a fun party at school today?"

jack nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels a bit. "we passed out valentines, played games and ate cookies and candy. but dad said i'm not allowed to have any more today. or else i'll never go to bed tonight."

"well." you looked up at aaron, who nodded amusedly. your mouth drew into a humorous yet sympathizing line, returning your gaze to jack. "i'm sure your dad is right."

jack shrugged and quickly changed the subject, holding his hand out. "i brought you a card."

"you did?" you blurted gently in surprise, taking the small valentine card from him.

"uh huh," the shyness returned, his big brown eyes looking as sweet as ever as he asked, "you'll be my valentine, won't you?"

"um i'd be completely honored." you agreed instantly, your speed of which and enthusiasm also prompting a smile above from aaron.

"cool!" jack beamed, throwing himself into you as a hug. once back on his feet, he reached for the ziploc clasped in aaron's hand. "dad, can i have the rest?"

"sorry about that," aaron chuckled once you stood up, the two of you watching jack bounce from desk to desk excitably, passing valentines out to the rest of the team. "he told me he was only passing out his cards."

"no worries. he made my day." you grinned, looking down and admiring the character valentine in your hand, which read 'you r2 cool'. "star wars huh?"

aaron nodded, naturally crossing his arms over his chest. "we scoured the entire valentine's day section for those. he's been really into it recently, all he wants to do is watch the movies."

you flipped the card over, reading both your and jack's name scribbled in his kid-like handwriting - it was adorable. "never seen them."

"oh c'mon," aaron laughed in disbelief, before his expression turned to a lighter stoic than usual, "seriously?"

"i swear." you admitted, a slightly embarrassed laugh shaking through you.

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence; still watching jack, both laughing gently as derek tossed him into the air (aaron did vocalize a careful warning). as you both stood there, there was a mutual, something you could only describe as a buzz, going back and forth between the two of you. something eager, exhilarating.

"maybe you could come over and watch them with us sometime."

aaron said it so nonchalantly, so naturally, you almost questioned if you heard him correctly. but yet, you knew you had. somehow, it just made perfect sense.

"i'd love that." you replied, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"and maybe," aaron paused, as if he needed just a bit more courage. "we could get dinner afterwards. you and me."

"i'd love that even more."

[catboymoments]

A convo in the komahina server made me think of my danganronpa postcanon au/fankids again + another comic I saw made me wanna draw this hehehehehe (those two are so in love it’s a bit of a surprise that Akio and Hayato are the only kids they have LOL)

I love them so much… tiny island family…

[mbbmz]

HEY IM BACKK🤭 Wakasa has been on my mind the past days (he deadass appeared in my dream💀) So I got a request where Wakasa is friends with reader and secretly likes her but hides it really well. So when the 1st gen bd drink together and Waka gets drunk he won't get off her, hugging her n stuff and it eventually leads to a sleepy confession from him ykk🤭 The others all tease him the next day for it😭 (sry if this is kinda long)

Omgg hi again! I’m so glad you decided to request again (I love Wakasa)

Your requests are always interesting ml heheheheh, even though I’m not really proud of this one, I still hope you’ll enjoy it (and sorry for the wait)

No warnings, alcohol consumption (a bit too much in this instance) fluff and crack

Every time you changed something about your appearance, no matter how small it was, no matter how many of your friends didn’t notice, Wakasa always did. Might be the slightest change in your hair or makeup, you’d always receive a "It suits you well" or "That’s a nice change". He would always carry that bored expression as he says it, as if he didn’t really care. But how would he notice such small details if he didn’t?

Of course he cared. He was your best friend after all. You called him that, others called you that, he called himself that. Even if those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. Yet he’d never act on it. He was content with what he had, content with the proximity you two shared. Even though he wanted more, he swallowed back all his feelings. Because Wakasa, as much as he didn’t like to admit it, was scared to lose you. So he swallowed back the lingering touches he wanted to give you, any comments that could appear as "too much", for the sake of your friendship. One he would continue to cherish, even if that meant settling for less than he wanted.

- "Come on, just one drink!"

You rolled your eyes. Currently, you were downplaying the invitation of your friend, really insistent to get you to drink with the small group tonight.

- "Dont insist, Omi… I have work tomorrow…"

It was Takeomi’s turn to roll his eyes.

- "Just live a little… beside…"

A small smirk appeared on his face. You were almost, almost curious as to what he was about to say.

- "I don’t believe you’ve ever seen Waka getting drunk…"

Your annoyed rambling about work stopped for a second. He was right, your best friend, the one you’ve known since so long… Have never been drunk in front of you. And you couldn’t deny that the thought made you curious. What kind of drunk was he? Emotional drunk? Tired drunk?.. Yeah, definitely that…

After a few seconds of thinking, you sighed, you couldn’t deny one drink sounded nice.

- "One drink…" You finally indulged, watching his smirk widen

- "You won’t regret it… it’s actually pretty fun to watch…"

On those words, you started walking toward the bar you often went at, where the others were probably already waiting.

And when Takeomi told you it would be fun to watch, you didn’t expect that. And based on his expression, he didn’t either.

You were trying to drink in your now half empty glass, but you found it difficult to do so, as a pair of strong arms were wrapped around your figure.

- "I’ve… never seen him like this before…" Stated Shinichiro, sitting across of you. In his eyes was a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

At this point, all the eyes around the table were on you, more precisely on the man clutching at your side. Wakasa Imaushi, the White Leopard, Black dragons founding member and first generation Special attack Unit captain, THE living legend… Clinging to you like a lost child.

- "N-No one- hic -can touch her… ‘xcept me…" He mumbled, eyes closed and face red from all the shots he had.

You were torn. You’ve never seen him like that, with you or with anyone. And your best friend being so clingy, so… touchy… felt weird. But at the same time… it wasn’t a bad kind of weird.

- Waka… I think I’ll drive you home…

As you muttered those words, you felt his grip tightening. Goddamnit was he strong. You winced slightly, trying to get him off, to no avail.

- "Can someone… Help me out here?.." you asked, a bit annoyed at the lack of reaction from your friends

The three guys exchanged looks, before looking back at you.

- "I mean… you heard him." Started Takeomi, a sly grin on his face

- "No one can touch you except him!" Finished Keizo, raising his hands to support his words

You rolled your eyes, hearing the three of them laughing like degenerates. Unbelievable.

You had to find something though. You wanted to go home, too. Yet it was proven difficult with the bag of muscles holding you tightly.

You sighed, looking at his slumped form, trying to find something to get him off.

- "… Hey Waka… Let’s go home, mhm?.." You tried to bargain, with seemingly no success.

- "N-Nah… M’staying… with you…" He mumbled, his speech almost incomprehensible.

You sighed sighed again. You definitely wanted to go home, getting a bit tired yourself.

- "… Wanna sleep at my place?.." You asked, as all eyes on the table landed on you, even his. You felt a need to denfend yourself to your peers.

- "N-Not like that! I’m not that kind of person!" You tried to defend yourself

- "That’s really inappropriate. I wouldn’t have taken you for the type…" Teased the black haired mechanic, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

- "Mhmm… Take me home, love…"

Your eyes widened, as everyone else’s. You looked down at your lap, eyes landing on a very sleepy Waka, nuzzling your thigh.

- "… Yeah, I’ll take him home… He’s… not in his right mind…" You muttered, trying to calm the emotions he provoked by calling you that.

- "Heh, you know what they say… A drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts!"

You glared at Takeomi, who was laughing his ass off with your other friends. They wouldn’t let that die down easily…

You called a cab, trying to walk with a grown ass man clutched at your hip. Quite a humorous sight, really.

The drive wasn’t long thankfully, and you managed to drag the drunk man in your bed. You were too tired to do anything else, crashing on the mattress next to his unconscious form. You were about to fall asleep, when his voice caught your attention.

-" ‘Meant it, y’know… I don’t… wanna be your friend… wanna be more…"

You listened to his drunken confession, your own eyes fighting to stay open and focused on his relaxed face.

- "Wanna… hold you and… do shit couples do, I dunno…"

A small silence followed his words, lingering in the air. You looked at him one last time, before your eyes closed on their own.

- "G’night, Waka…"

The only answer you received was the sound of his slow breathing and light snores. You would deal with that tomorrow…

- "Hey, "love"! Mind grabbing me a beer?" Teased a certain black haired man, as your now boyfriend was glaring at him, fighting the urge to smash his head on the coffee table.

- "Takeomi I swear to god…" He warned, pinching the bridge of his nose as you let out a small chuckle.

He could now hold you, kiss you, and do plenty of other shit couples do.