#they're soft and smell nice

[iwannarunawayandbeapirate]

i made biscuits today and they're absolutely delicious, i'm so glad i decided to bake them

[ilovolderman]

Friday Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You end up sitting next to Bucky in a casual team dinner.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, flirting, light language, water war (because who can resist a splash battle?)

A/N: this is part 4 of "You Said What?", just some fluff in a universe where you and Bucky secretly date. It can be read on its own and doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3. im loving writing about these two so thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)

It’s one of those rare nights at the compound, no missions, no briefings, no surprise alien invasions. Just a Friday. Just dinner. And, somehow, Steve decided it’d be nice if the whole team ate together like one big weird family.

The long table is already half full when you show up a few minutes late, sliding into the only empty seat left, next to Bucky, obviously by coincidence. Totally random. Totally not planned. Totally a miracle.

“Hey,” you murmur, your knee bumping his under the table. You don’t move it.

“Hey,” he says back, low and warm, like it’s just for you. His knee nudges yours in return, the tiniest pressure that somehow makes your chest feel full.

Dinner is loud. Sam’s in the middle of a dramatic story involving a rooftop and a rogue pizza slice, gesturing so wildly he nearly knocks over his drink twice. Wanda is laughing so hard she’s wheezing. Clint and Natasha are arguing about spice levels in the curry. Tony ordered five different desserts “just in case,” and even Vision looks mildly amused.

It’s chaotic. It’s weirdly cozy. And it’s perfect.

Meanwhile, Bucky quietly slides the breadbasket your way before you even ask. Passes you a napkin when you drop yours. Leans over and murmurs a dumb joke under his breath just to make you laugh. And when you both reach for the same dish, your fingers brush—and linger. Neither of you moves.

You glance at him. He’s already looking at you like you’re the best thing he’s seen all night.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whisper, biting your lip.

“Like what?” he asks, faking innocence.

“Like you’re thinking about kissing me at a table full of Avengers.”

He leans in, voice low. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Your breath catches. You blink, trying not to let it show. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t kick you under this table.”

“I’d still kiss you.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirks. “Yeah. But I’m your problem.”

You’re in the middle of pretending to care about Steve and Nat’s back-and-forth on training strategies when your phone buzzes in your lap.

[bucky]: come to the kitchen. 5 mins. say you forgot the hot sauce.

You bite your lip to keep from grinning. He sees it and smiles with just one side of his mouth.

A few minutes later, you slide your chair back, muttering something about needing Sriracha. No one blinks. They're all too busy arguing over which dessert to try first.

You slip into the kitchen.

And there he is. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyes already on you. Like he wasn’t just sitting beside you five minutes ago.

“I’m starting to think I’m more addicted to seeing you than caffeine,” he says, that soft smile tugging at his lips.

You walk right into his arms. He smells like clean laundry and something you can’t place—something that’s just him.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“Tell that to Sam,” he mutters. “He said I’ve been grumpy all week. I was just missing this.”

His fingers brush your cheek, his thumb grazing the curve of your jaw. You lean up and kiss him—quick, soft, sweet. The kind of kiss that says I wish we had more time.

And then you steal another.

And another.

He groans, resting his forehead against yours. “Okay. One more, and then I’m walking back in there like nothing happened.”

You smirk. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”

“Dammit.”

When you both return, the table’s still buzzing, still full of warmth and noise and people who feel like home. Bucky catches your eye as you pass him the dessert like it’s nothing.

But you know. And he knows. And your heart is doing somersaults when Bucky leans in again.

“You’ve got whipped cream on your lip.”

You freeze. Glance at him, wary. “Do I?”

He nods solemnly and you wipe your mouth with a napkin. “Better?”

He tilts his head, eyes sparkling. “Not really. Might need to check later.”

You kick him under the table.

Dinner winds down slowly, plates are half-empty, dessert is more whipped cream than anything else, and everyone’s full in that way that makes you too lazy to move.

Tony’s talking about building a pizza oven on the roof. Clint is inexplicably napping in his chair. Wanda’s stealing bites off Sam’s plate while pretending not to. And you?

Your face hurts from smiling, your stomach’s full, but you still offer to clean up.

“I’ll do the dishes,” you say, already sliding your chair back.

A second later, Bucky glances your way. “I’ll help.”

“Seriously?” Sam teases. “Since when do you volunteer?”

“Since now,” Bucky says coolly, already following you into the kitchen.

You roll your eyes, but your heart is racing.

The kitchen is quieter than the dining room, where the others are still laughing, picking at desserts, arguing over who cheated in charades last week. In here, it’s just you, the soft clink of dishes, and Bucky—close behind you.

You roll up your sleeves and start running the water, pretending your hands aren’t slightly shaking. “You don’t actually have to help, you know.”

“I know,” he says, leaning a hip against the counter beside you. “But I want to.”

You glance at him sidelong. “You hate doing dishes.”

He shrugs. “I’ve done worse.”

You snort, handing him a dish towel. The two of you fall into a rhythm quiet, easy. You wash, he dries. Occasionally your arms brush, and each time it’s like a tiny electric pulse zips up your spine. You tell yourself not to overthink it. You fail.

“You were quiet at dinner,” you say, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn bit of lasagna like it personally offended you. “Well. Except for all the flirting.”

Bucky doesn’t answer right away. When he does, his voice is low. “I like watching everyone like that. Laughing. Being...normal.” He pauses. “I like watching you.”

You freeze, dish half-submerged in sudsy water. Slowly, you turn to look at him. “That supposed to be smooth?”

He grins, shameless. “Did it work?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because he’s looking at you again—that way he does, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and worse, that he means every bit of it. Your heart is somewhere in your throat.

“Bucky,” you say, unsure what comes next.

But then he sets the dish towel down. Steps a little closer. And when you don’t move he reaches up and brushes a wet strand of hair from your cheek.

“You gonna kick me under the sink,” he murmurs, “or are you finally gonna let me kiss you?”

Your breath catches. “There are at least three Avengers in earshot.”

“Then I’ll be quick.”

And he is. But somehow it still feels slow, like the whole world holds its breath for you, just for this. It’s not desperate. It’s not showy. It’s just real. When he pulls back, you blink up at him, dazed. “You call that quick?”

He grins, a little smug. “Told you I’ve done worse.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too. “You missed a spot,” you say, tossing him a still-dripping plate.

He catches it one-handed, totally unfazed. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You bump your hip into his, reaching for a fresh towel. “I tolerate it.”

There’s a beat of silence before he adds, “You know, I kinda like this.”

“The dishes?”

“No. This.” He gestures between you. “You. Me. Elbow-deep in soap. Feels… nice.”

You reach over and flick a bubble at him.

He blinks, deadpan. “Did you just—”

You do it again, giggling. He retaliates by flicking water at your face. You shriek. He laughs.

“What, you can handle HYDRA but not a splash of water?” he teases.

You grab the sprayer.

“Don’t you dare.”

“I dare.”

There’s a short-lived, extremely wet battle that ends with Bucky shielding himself with a dish towel and you both breathless from laughter, leaning against the counter like you’ve run a marathon.

“I think we’re officially banned from post-dinner cleanup now,” you say, still giggling.

“Worth it.”

There’s a pause. He looks at you, hair a little damp, cheeks pink from laughing. And then he leans in again, just because he can. Just because you’re both still smiling.

When he pulls back, he murmurs, “Think we can sneak off to dry off somewhere quieter?”

You grin. “Only if you promise not to start a water war in the hallway.”

“No promises.” But you link your pinky with his anyway.

And that’s when it happens. A very deliberate throat-clear from the doorway. You both freeze like guilty teenagers. Natasha’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one brow raised like she’s watching a soap opera. “You two done playing splashy-splash, or should I get you floaties?”

Bucky groans softly, his head thudding against the cabinet door behind him. You try to hide behind the dish towel. It doesn’t work.

Natasha steps further into the room, clearly savoring this. “Didn’t know dishwashing came with a swim option.”

“We were just—” you start.

“—cleaning,” Bucky finishes, not even trying to sound convincing.

“Mhm,” Natasha hums, giving you both the kind of look that could peel paint. “You know, for two people trying so hard to look casual, you’re not very good at it.”

Before you can respond, there’s a loud clink from the doorway. Steve steps in, completely unbothered. Holding a slice of pie on a plate like it’s the most important thing in the world.

 “Is everything okay here?”

Natasha raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything more. Instead, she shoots you one last look, a knowing glint in her eye. “Alright, alright. Carry on with your... dishes.” She turns, heading toward the door, but not before adding with a teasing smile, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Steve watches her leave, clearly lost in his pie-induced bliss. “What’s her deal?”

You and Bucky exchange an amused look before Bucky mutters, “You really don’t want to know.”

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, probably not.”

And just like that, the moment passes. Natasha's suspicion lingers in the air for only a second longer before Steve’s back to his pie, you’re back to drying dishes, and Bucky’s smile is a little too smug for anyone’s good.

next part

[fangirltothefullest]

"How can you forget sticky notes, they're right on your desk! Right in front of you! Are you a toddler with no concept of object permanence?"

No I'm just ADHD and the Brain Noises are at such a constant cacophony it's like there's a 500 player orchestra constantly playing and each instrument is playing a different songs at the same time in my head that I most importantly can't shut off.

Try remembering a sticky note exists when the trumpets are blasting star wars, the violins are playing never gonna give you up, the flutes are playing livin la vida loca and the drums think they're a christmas marching band.

"Surely it's not that much input!"

I am at my desk in my bedroom right now. I hear my parents talking in the other room, my cat snoring behind me, the water was turned on and off in the kitchen, the fan is running, the ac is on, there's shuffling of slippers, I can smell my candle, I heard a car go by, the computer is buzzing and it's fan is running, I can hear the fishtank in the other room because my bedroom door is open. The clicking of the keyboard is satisfying but loud. I look up and see everything on my desk. I taste the hot coco i just ate, I hear the fridge beeping, I heard my stomach make a Noise, my over the ear headphones make a soft shhhh sound wqhen they're not playing music, my tinnitus rings constantly, my neck crackled when I looked to the left.

That input DOESN'T SHUT OFF.

Y'all with executives that can function? They're in a nice quiet boardroom with pretty windows and a quiet meeting.

MY executives are forest critters in ties and glasses meeting in the Denny's parking lot at 4am to go over peanut butter recipes and that song we heard when we were 8 and can't EVER let go. What important stuff happened today? I dunno, the raccoon disguised as the board meeting leader ATE the file.

[minhoetaur]

nsfw. bouncer!minotaur x fem!reader (one) – monsterfucking, smut, bribery, oral sex, blowjob, pussy eating (mentioned), size difference, bodily fluids (mentioned), he also has a country accent bc that's hot :)

next part –>

begging the big, pretty minotaur bouncer to let you into the club you drove over an hour to visit. it's in the "bad" part of your town and rarely, if ever, gets any human patrons. they're either too scared or judgmental of what goes on behind the doors, but not you–with your little dress and blinking eyes. telling the bull you'd do anything to convince him, to change his mind from the gruff no he mumbled out when you'd arrived.

he towers over you with crossed arms, pecks bulging through the tank he'd squeezed on before his shift. golden septum ring flickering with a slight shine, the matching jewelry dangling from his ears easing you into a light daze. when you drag your stare to his eye line, he's already looking at you through the shag of hair falling over his eyes.

scrunching his nose, the bouncer scratches just behind his left horn. sighing like he's lost some kind of internal battle.

"ya really want in, huh?"

"yes," you nod, somewhat desperate. he keeps looking you over, trying to get a read on you. "yeah, i do. what can i do to prove it?"

his answer ends up being the messiest blowjob he's ever received.

you can barely fit his fat tip into your mouth, yet you still suckle and swallow around him like you're already addicted to the salty flavor of his cock. he sits legs spread on the couch in the back office, groaning and huffing loud pants through his nose every time you swivel your head. the soft of your hands tug at what you can't fit, soon reaching down to cradle his sack. it sits heavy in your hand, swollen and full with a warmth that spreads nicely through his stocky thighs.

"you know," he grunts out, large hand coming to help the bob of your head. pressing a little, his hips jerk when you choke with a sweet-sounding cough. "didn't know your kind could suck cock like this. maybe you come 'round next weekend, 'n i'll bring ya back here again t'show how impressed i really am. let ya hold one'a my horns while i tongue your hole... see 'f you taste as good as you smell."

the bull grins at the way your eyes flutter with a roll, tongue still working his slit. he's pouring out pre cum and has been the second you licked a stripe up his shaft. the slick runs down your chin and ruins the front of your dress, but you keep lapping at him. mewling at the wide stretch of your mouth.

"fuck, 'm close," he alerts you. hips bucking, he leans onto the edge of the couch. "swallow it all up fer me, alright? s'gonna be a lot but you can do it. i know you can..."

there's something in your nod that tugs him into euphoria. balls twitching, he pulses what feels like an ocean into your mouth. it only takes three ropes for you to fall behind, the thick seed flooding your mouth so full that it spills out at the corners of your lips.

he falls apart with groans that tear loud from his chest, head tossed and back arches as you gulp him down. the groans turn into whimpers because you don't stop until he yanks himself out of your mouth, cock flopping onto his stomach with a loud, wet thwack. moving to his balls, you nuzzle them with a messy face. even pressing a small kiss to the skin.

staring down at you, his hand comes to cradle your cheek as he stares down at you. studying you with slight awe.

his first human, and she's a sweet, pretty-faced cum guzzler.

oh, the boys'll love this...

BOUNCER!MINOTAUR TAG <3

[plethorawrites]

Imagine Jason Todd, who hates feeling weak and tries to avoid anything that seems frail or fragile learning to love bubble baths because his girlfriend. It starts slow at first, of course, with him learning she likes them and occasionally gifting her some nice soap or salts whenever they fight or he just wants to. Then they move in together and he realizes just how many she takes.

And it wouldn't bother him if it wasn't for how long she spends in the bathroom while he lays in bed at night or cooks breakfast in the morning. When she forgets a towel one day, she calls for him to bring it to her and he, of course does without complaining.

Then, the second he walks into the bathroom he sees her covered in bubbles with her damp hair sticking to her face which was flushed from how hot the water is. He smells the aroma of the vanilla soap that makes the entire, humid room, smell amazing. When she stands up, brushing the bubble from her skin to take the towel from him, his mouth is completely dry.

And she can tell.

So, the next time she takes a bath she asks him to join. 99% of the time, he'd refuse. He hates baths. But sitting in one with her? With her skin slick and soapy, having complete access to her neck...? He caves quickly.

He's surprised by how much he enjoys it—running a wash cloth over her legs or having his hands tangled in her hair to wash it. It becomes his favorite way to relax.

As much as he loves taking care of her, feeling her draw patterns on his thighs or reach up to scratch his scalp is the most precious form of intimacy to him.

The best part, though?

When they're both clean and the bubbles are slowly popping as the water cools from nearly scalding to mildly warm, like a comforting blanket. He'll wrap his arms around her as she leans her back against his chest, her head tilted back on his shoulder and her arms holding his as he holds her.

He'll brush the wet hair off her exposed neck, softly kissing and nuzzling her neck and shoulder, not to rile either of them up, but just because he likes how her wet, soft skin feels under his lips and enjoys hearing the soft sighs and content hums she makes as the water sloshes every couple of seconds when she rubs her legs against him while they're intertwined.

No, actually, that's the second best part. The first is hearing how quiet and sweet her voice is when she says she loves him and how easy it is for him to whisper it back in her ear before kissing her cheek.

[onismdaydream]

thinking about perv yuji (like i always do) who sneaks into your room when you're sleeping because the panties he stole no longer smell like you or your laundry detergent. they feel nice around his cock, sure, but he wants to smell you, wants to pretend he can taste you. so he goes to get new ones. he even sees a pair that doesn't look familiar from when he looks up your skirts (he swears he doesn't mean to, it's just that your skirts are so short and well, he's right there...)

he takes them in his hand, feels the smooth and silky fabric and thumbs at the little bow. they're cute. he hopes you don't mind if he borrows them for a bit.

but then you stir. a quiet rustle of sheets and a soft groan as you get comfortable, but yuji's perks up at the sound. his gaze actually settles on you, now that his eyes are adjusted, and he feels his cock twitch at the sight. you just look so peaceful and pretty.

and of course he can't help it if his eyes drift down to see your body. the tank top is loose on you, enough that yuji can get a good look at your cleavage. that's one thing he wishes you would show off more — he'd love to get a more accurate representation of you in his mind when he jacks off.

another quiet noise and his gaze moves back to your lips, slightly parted and so damn kissable. if only yuji could feel your soft lips against his...

against his better judgement, yuji takes his cock out, promising himself he can only look. he strokes himself as he watches you sleep, getting himself to full hardness. he knows he has to be quick and quiet — there's no way he could talk himself out of the situation if you woke up. but the sight of his leaking tip so close to your pretty mouth makes him dizzy.

it takes a pathetically short amount of time before he cums in his hand, a few drops falling to the floor of your bedroom. you're still blissfully unaware of what your friend is doing, still in a deep sleep as he carefully swipes his thumb along your bottom lip. a small smear of his cum for you to taste when you wake up.

[ochacoca]

THE ONLY EXCEPTION

♫ now playing - the only exception by paramore

bakugou x reader

word count: 1,827 words

IN WHICH each time your friends caught bakugou only being nice to you.

a/n: still 'fool for you' just changed the title (≧ω≦)

“i've never seen him so.. calm.”

“right? he's always so uptight.”

the two friends were peering over the couch as they watched bakugou and y/n sleep soundlessly. there was a serene look drawn on his face while he held y/n closely to him, her hand resting softly on his chest as their chests rose up and down simultaneously.

“how come he's so much nicer to her than any of us?” kirishima complained with a pout stitched on his lips. he'd been friends with bakugou way before (two months) him and y/n got together. where was his special treatment?

“they're dating duh. why wouldn't he be nice to her?” mina replied as gazed at the couple with a soft gaze in her eyes. their young, teenage love was truly admirable.

even if bakugou seemed to have a stick up his ass 24/7.

the couple twitched softly in their sleep. it had been a long and stressful day of endless amounts of training, and lord knew that they both needed a break. a thin blanket was all that covered their bodies, but anybody could make out the way bakugou held her waist and the way y/n laid her hand on his chest underneath the sheet.

the usually quiet library turned into a circus as it filled up with bakugou's grumbling, denki's whines, and y/n's giggling. the sight of bakugou repeatedly smacking denki on the head with rolled up paper was an entertaining sight to distract her from her note-taking.

“are you seriously this stupid?” bakugou growled as he peered over the blonde's notebook, erasing and scribbling over any mistakes he made. denki pouted while rubbing his head on the spot that bakugou smacked. “c'mon.. it's really not that easy!” denki whined.

bakugou's vermillion eyes narrowed at denki. “it's basic algebra! how did you even get this far if you can't do simple math?!” he snapped.

denki continued to pout as he grumbled under his breath, something about bakugou lacking basic respect.

“uh.. katsuki?” y/n called out hesitantly.

though he still kept the glare on his face, the way his body language softened was visible, and how his tone contrasted from denki to her was plain obvious. “what?”

she turned over her notebook towards him so he can see her work. “i think i did it wrong.. can you check it?”

bakugou grabbed her notebook and skimmed over her work. “yeah.. here, let me explain.” he leaned over closer to her, close enough to where she can smell caramel on his skin.

denki's mouth fell agape as he watched how the guy went from raising hell on him to looking like he was practically skipping in a field of flowers inside his head. “that is SO not fair! how come you're so much nicer to her than me?!”

“cause she's not an idiot! keep working!”

it was far past midnight, and it was already one thing that izuku couldn't sleep, but on an empty stomach? it made it far much worse. he tried everything in the book from counting sheep to counting his breaths, but nothing could beat his racing mind and the sound of his stomach growling.

izuku didn't want to disturb anyone, but would it really hurt if he just tip-toed to the common room? he sighed as he ran his hand through his curly green hair, quietly making his way to the kitchen to not wake anyone.

but as he walked through the common room, a taller figure appeared in front of him.

“GAH!” he yelped, hastily smacking a hand over his mouth as he realized how loud he'd screamed. “shoto!” he half-whispered. “what are you doing?!”

todoroki stood still, his expression unwavering. “i couldn't sleep.” his direction turned towards the kitchen. “i wanted to get a snack, but i think someone is in there.” he said.

that's odd. it was almost one in the morning, and the only people that izuku thought could be awake fell asleep ages ago. he asked todoroki who it was but he only shrugged, showing he only heard the person but never checked who it was.

he never thought he'd be met with the sight of bakugou resting his chin on y/n's shoulder as she made them snacks.

“at 12:47 in the morning? that's way past bakugou's bedtime…” todoroki muttered under his breath.

bakugou's tone was softer, softer than anyone had ever heard besides y/n herself. “you better not burn it.” he huffed.

y/n giggled, slightly turning her head to face his side profile. “i'm not going to burn our snacks,” she assured. “i'm an expert.”

“expert my ass.”

“hey!”

izuku and todoroki looked like a deer in headlights looking at the scene before them. they wanted to walk away, believe them, they really did. but the sight of bakugou being so domestic was such a rare and amusing sight to see.

“do we… leave?” izuku suggested.

“i don't know…” todoroki answered. “this is really weird.”

bakugou’s head shot up from her shoulder and turned to look at the two voices faster than the speed of light. his ruby eyes were narrowed as he glared them down as his lips curled. “the hell are you guys doing?”

izuku's hands flapped around in a panic. “w-we were just about to leave! i swear-”

“you're very affectionate, bakugou” todoroki said, as blunt as ever.

“shut up!” he yelled, his face turning as a red as a tomato and his hair puffed up. y/n giggled once again at the dramatic scene that laid in front of her. “do you guys want snacks too?” she offered.

“why are you giving our food to extras?” “suki!”

brutal wasn't even the word to describe today's training session. everyone was curled up on the ground, hands over their stomach as it even hurt to breathe. the sounds that filled the room were heavy breathing and complaints. and y/n— was nowhere to be found.

mina, jirou, and ochaco all wandered the hallways, a worried look etched on their face as they searched for their friend. “i'm really worried about her y'know.” mina was the first one to break the silence.

both girls nodded in agreement.

“so am i,” ochaco said. “she just disappeared right after training ended.”

the trio kept wandering the halls, looking in every corner and every turn where y/n could be hiding.

suddenly, through the glass window, they see their little y/c haired friend sitting on the bench, with her fingers intertwined on her lap and her head hung low.

“there she is!” jirou yelled, quickly running to the nearest door to go outside and get y/n while the other two girls trailed closely behind her.

but something made them stop dead in their tracks. the closer they got to the window, the more they were able to see someone elses silhouette sat next to her.

“is that bakugou?”

bakugou's arm was wrapped securely around y/n's shoulders, intently listening to her rambling about whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“i did really bad today.” she mumbled, her voice filled with sadness and frustration.

“and that’s okay.” bakugou comforted her. “one bad doesn't mean you suck. everyone has bad days.” he reassured her, rubbing light circles on her shoulders.

y/n shrugged, playing and picking at her fingers as they rested on her lap. “i just think i’m weak, y’know?” she mumbled once again.

“you're not- hey. look at me.” bakugou squished her cheeks and turned her head to face his. “stop. you think i'd be talking to you like this if you're so weak? hm?”

“no?” she muffled due to how much bakugou was squishing her face.

“exactly. you're strong, so stop putting yourself down because of one off day and keep training.”

“you're hurting my cheeks.”

bakugou let go of her face, lightly patting her cheeks as an apology. “my point is, one bad day doesn't mean you're weak. think about every other time you've kicked ass.”

y/n laughed softly, her face changing from what looked like a kicked puppy to her usual grin. “thank you suki.” she said.

“this is the cutest thing I've ever seen.” mina whispered while clenching her shirt where her heart is tightly.

“who knew the pomeranian could be such a romantic?” jirou teased as ochaco and mina giggled along side of her.

bakugou lightly ruffled the top of y/n's hair, lightly blushing from the way she looked at him with such a lovestruck glance. “you're strong. don't start with that ‘i'm weak’ shit cause i won't hear it.”

“you're so sweet when you want to be.”

“now you're pushing it.”

“why are you only nice to me?” the question caught katsuki off guard.

the couple had been in y/n's dorm room simply sitting in silence, with their legs entangled together and the light noise of the TV playing in the background.

he turned his head slightly to face her, their eyes meeting instantly as she was already looking at him so softly. “why wouldn't i be?” katsuki questioned as his fingers lightly played with her hair.

y/n shrugged, not having a response to his question. it just seemed out-of-character for him. he was the type of person to not let anyone change him, good or bad.

but the crude boy would come to be a puddle of sap when it came to her. even if it wasn't obvious verbally, the ways his eyes softened when they laid upon her was enough said.

“i asked you a question first.” she retorted.

katsuki exhaled sharply, his gaze turning from her to the ceiling as his heart rate sped up a bit. “you're just.. different.”

y/n's eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk stitched itself onto her face. she scooted closer to katsuki's side, leaning her head on his bicep as she stared lovingly at his side profile. “i'm.. different? there's more to that, isn't there?”

“of course there is. you just don't get to know that stuff right now.”

y/n knew that katsuki wasn't one to talk about his feelings. she wasn't looking to change that. but the simple thought of him just looking at her differently from the rest, like shes the only person in every room, made her heart flutter.

“don't think i'm getting soft though.” katsuki grumbled, an arm slipping around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer.

“you're just… the only exception.”

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[pholla-jm]

Meet My Wife

IMAGINE: MEET MY WIFE~ LUFFY X F!READER GENRE: FLUFF warnings: f!reader implied. not proof read. slight cursing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luffy seemed more excited than usual. I mean, he’s always bouncing off the wall. But it was like he was expecting something and he couldn’t wait for it. 

“What do you think he’s excited about?” Chopper asks Nami.” She just sighs and waves her hand around, “knowing him. He’s probably excited about food.” 

Little did they know, they were about to be in a world of shock. 

Luffy did not waste a single second jumping off the boat as soon as it docked. He continued to run straight into town, like he knew exactly where he was going. 

The rest of the crew just watched him, some in confusion and some of them looked exhausted. Sanji sighs, taking a deep breath of his cigarette. “He’s most likely going to cause trouble.” Nami sighs, already feeling a headache form because of her idiot captain. 

However, it wasn’t food or a new adventure that got him this excited. No, it was someone who was very important to him. He remembered the instructions very clearly. He couldn’t forget it. Just follow the path, there are going to be white flowers along the path. It should lead all the way down to a small house with flowers and different plants all around the place. 

His eyes grew wide seeing the variety of plants and flowers, knowing that you had planted these yourself. The door opens and a large smile covers his face. 

“(y/n)!” He shouts, grabbing your attention. He ran at you, full force and it looked like he wasn’t going to stop. You drop the empty basket you were carrying, fully prepared for him to throw himself onto you. 

And you were right. His body crashes into you. His arms and legs wrapping around you, and he nuzzles his face into your cheek. The first thing he notices is how soft your skin feels against him. The second thing he notices is how sweet you smell. You smelled like fresh laundry, but with a hint of something sweet, like you were just baking. 

“Luffy.” You softly say with a smile on your face. “I didn’t know you were going to be here so soon… I missed you.” You whisper the last part. “I missed you too.” Lufffy pulls back, letting you go a bit. “Are you making something?” He asks. 

You nod your head, “yes. It’s actually almost done. Would you like to try some?” He immediately nods his head yes and you laugh. “I don’t know why I asked. Of course you would. Come inside.” 

He completely lets you go now, and you pick up the empty basket heading back inside. 

The sweet scent is stronger and Luffy basically salivates at the smell. You grab a cloth, pulling out the fresh strawberries and cream croissants. There were only a few, since you weren’t expecting company. 

“Careful, they’re hot.” You say but he doesn’t care. He’s already stuffing his mouth with a croissant. 

His eyes widen and there’s a smile on his face. “They're so good!” He says while grabbing another one. You laugh, “wait. Save one for me.” You grab the last one, taking a bite of it. You were glad how good they came out. 

Once he scarfs down the second croissant, he looks at you and clears his throat. “You should meet my crew!” He says like it was another Tuesday.  

Your eyes widen. “Really?” You ask and he nods his head. “Of course!” You suddenly got nervous and wondered what his crew was like. They had to be nice, right? Luffy only accepted the best of the best. So what would they think of you?

“Like right now?” 

Luffy stands up, “yeah!” He grabs onto your arm and drags you out of the small house. 

“W-wait! Wait! Let me at least clean myself up.” You try to tell him but it falls upon deaf ears. 

You were now leaving your property, and Luffy must've thought you were moving too slow because he suddenly picks you up bridal style. His arms securely wrapped underneath your legs and the other one supporting your back. 

You let out a small gasp, surprised at the action. It had you a bit flustered as he ran back to what you could assume was his ship. 

He was running for about five minutes until the both of you arrived at the port. Multiple ships lined up on the dock, but there was one that stood out to you. A ship with a sheep head. It was… cute. 

You could see people walking on the ship, minding their own business. Until they spot their captain holding some girl. 

The redhead girl gasps, gaining the attention of the other crewmates. 

“Holy shit, Luffy! Did you kidnap someone?!” Nami shouts, a bit horrified. 

Luffy just laughs as he jumps onto the ship, causing you to let out a short yelp at the unexpected height change. 

“No,” Luffy laughs while placing you down, “I want you to meet my wife.” He announces causing everyone on the ship to gasp. Your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed up at his announcement. There was no way he still thinks that the wedding was real…

“What?!” A blonde male shrieks, “you’re telling me that this idiot right here is actually married.” “Yup!” Luffy says with a proud smile on his face and his fists on his hips. “No, I don’t believe it.” Another male says while shaking his head. 

“Well believe it. We kissed and everything. It was official.” He says, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment. You had no idea that Luffy was going to introduce you like this. 

The blonde male cries out, shouting how unfair the universe was. 

“(y/n).” Luffy says while grabbing onto your wrist. He pulls you forward, “I want you to meet my crew!” 

He points at the blonde, “that’s Sanji, our cook.” He then points at the woman, “Nami, our navigator.” He then points at the curly headed man, “Usopp, aaaaand,” he points at the sleeping man with green hair, “Zoro.” 

“Everyone, this is (y/n). My wife!” He pulls you again. This time you were pressed up against him. You honestly felt like you were on fire. 

You wondered how strange this must've looked for them. And you honestly wanted to clear things up.

“B-but Luffy.” You whisper, gaining his attention. “We got married as kids. Kids, Lu.” You emphasize the words kid, hoping that he would get the hint. 

“Oh, yeah.” He says like he almost forgot something important, “I have these.” He pulls out two rings. The same poorly made rings that were made as kids. 

You grab one of the rings, feeling the familiar flutter in your heart. Luffy smiles, “I think they’re too small now. But that’s okay. We can make new ones.” 

A blush dusts your cheeks. It was really sweet that he still considers you his wife. “Yeah… that actually sounds really nice.” 

“Shishishi, I knew you would like that.”

Well... maybe things didn't have to be cleared up right away. Let the crew think the strange things.

[nekonaps0]

TWST boys drunk around their girlfriend pt3

✦part1 part2

✦characters: second years +Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge 

Ruggie Bucchi

Drunk Ruggie is a flirty menace and total cuddlebug. Normally a bit guarded, liquor makes him extra affectionate and slightly mischievous.

“Awww, c’mere, babe. You’re soft. Softer than those stupid NRC bedsheets… you smell like home.”

He’ll drape himself around you like a lazy housecat, pepper you with lazy kisses and try to convince you to run away with him—tonight. Between soft nips at your neck and sleepy giggles, he might mumble:

“Dunno how I got you, but I ain’t lettin’ go.”

Bonus: He tries to pickpocket people just for fun, then gives you everything he stole like they're gifts.

Jade Leech

Drunk Jade is weirdly poetic, creepily calm, and very touchy. He doesn’t look drunk, but the things that come out of his mouth? Wild.

“You… are a delicate specimen. Beautiful. Fascinating. I would bottle the scent of your skin if I could.”

He gently brushes your cheek, tucks hair behind your ear, and smiles a little too serenely. He might start talk about how he’d follow you to the ends of the ocean—and you won’t be sure if he’s joking.

“If I disappear beneath the waves, would you follow me? Or let me drown with your name on my lips?”

The drunker he gets, the more romantic (and vaguely ominous) he becomes.

Floyd Leech

Drunk Floyd is LOUD, clingy, and mood-swingy. One second he's giggling into your neck, the next he’s threatening to fight a lamp.

“Shrimpyyyyy~! You’re soooo cuuuute, I could just squeeze you until you pop!”

He’ll carry you around bridal style just for fun, try to get you to dance with him, and won't stop kissing (more like biting) your cheeks. If someone even looks at you wrong, his smile vanishes.

“Wanna see what happens when someone touches what’s mine~?”

He can be both terrifying and incredibly sweet, especially when he quiets down and mumbles:

“You make me feel soft. Weird, huh?”

Jamil Viper

Drunk Jamil is dangerously smooth and surprisingly unguarded. He keeps it together at first, calm voice, measured expressions, but then the walls start crumbling.

“You're always looking at everyone else… but never notice how I look at you.”

He gets intensely romantic when he’s tipsy. Pulling you closer, trailing fingers along your arm, voice low and warm. There’s a fire in his eyes he usually hides.

“It’s exhausting pretending I don’t want more. But maybe tonight, I’ll stop pretending.”

You’ll hear truths he’d never say sober. He’ll flirt like a pro, but you’ll feel the emotion under it, deep and dangerous.

Trey Clover

Drunk Trey is a flirty gentleman with a chaotic edge. His nice guy persona remains intact… but now he’s openly flirting, way too smooth for his own good.

“You always smell like something sweet. It’s kinda unfair, really. Makes me want a bite.”

He gets close, murmurs compliments in your ear, and keeps offering you drinks just to watch you get giggly. But if you get too tipsy, he switches into responsible caretaker mode in an instant, firm but gentle.

“Alright, sweetheart. Time for water. And no, don’t pout. You can pout at me after I carry you home.”

Cater Diamond

Drunk Cater is EXTRA. He wants couple selfies, matching filters, and to tell everyone how obsessed he is with you.

“#DrunkInLoveWithMyGF — you’re going viral, bae!”

He clings to you, dances with you, tries to kiss you in public, and gets jealous of literally everyone… including the bartender.

“Why are they lookin’ at you like that?! You’re my sweet thing. Mine mine mine~!”

Somewhere between a lovesick teenager and a dramatic influencer. He’ll cry if you kiss his forehead.

Rook Hunt

Drunk Rook is poetic chaos incarnate. He’ll cry over how “transcendent” your laughter is.

“Mon amour, you glimmer brighter than the full moon’s reflection on the dark sea…”

He’ll stroke your face like you're a renaissance painting, quote poetry, and randomly yell “VIVE L’AMOUR!!” from the rooftops. Drunk Rook is a whirlwind of beauty, drama, and obsession.

“I would let your love pierce my heart like an arrow. Happily.”

Silver

Drunk Silver is sleepy, affectionate, and gentle as ever. He doesn’t handle alcohol well. Within ten minutes he’s curled up against you like a warm, snoring blanket.

“Mmh… You’re warm… Like a dream… hope I don’t wake up.”

He’ll hold your hand, mumble soft praises, and fall asleep mid sentence. He sleep talks adorably. Sometimes confessing deep feelings he’d be too shy to say awake.

“Love you… Even if you forget me…”

You might cry. He’s just so deam soft and sweet.

Lilia Vanrouge

Drunk Lilia is chaotic, teasing, and weirdly seductive. He drinks like a champ (he’s centuries old, after all), and when he’s tipsy, he gets more playful than ever.

“Careful, darling. I’m not responsible for what happens if you keep looking at me like that~”

He’ll dance with you, flirt outrageously, and maybe even kiss you dramatically while dipping you like a scene from an old romance movie. But under all that mischief is sincere affection.

“You’re my greatest joy in this long life… Let me have this night, just you and me.”

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Writing with Rook is HARD i swear! but i love my little blond boy <3

[5sospenguinqueen]

Espresso | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: Despite going back to his relationship with Kelly, Max can’t stop thinking about you. Every night. It certainly doesn’t help that you keep cropping up in the McLaren garage.

Warnings: softcore angst? Swearing. A pining man 

Requested: yes by many of you on the previous part 

Facelaim: Sabrina Carpenter (she was used on the last one and yes, she's used a lot but I stole her song and her job so I'm also stealing her face)

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this will end up having 4 parts total. they're planned but not fully written

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yn_ln what do you do when you get woken up at 2am and can’t get back to sleep? write a song espresso is out now 

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user1 is this what the kids call a soft launch? is she seeing someone?

user2 okay but who is the guy reflected in her sunglasses? a new beau perhaps?

alexandrasaintmleux i don’t know what’s hotter. the song or the body 

→ francisca.cgomes the men in the video

��� pierregasly i can see this

user3 at least we know this new guy is dicking her down good 

user4 why do i feel like this is about max?

→ user5 why tf would it be about max? it’s a fun song about fucking all night

→ user4 because it feels teasing. like, he’s with someone else but can’t stop thinking about yn

→ user6 i’m with user4. maybe she’s trying to throw us off?

landonorris the sun looks bright in that pic

→ user7 uh oh. norizz is alive and well everyone 

user8 does this mean max keeps contacting her? 

user9 max is 100% messaging her at 1am saying how he misses her 

user10 i need a camera in max and kelly’s house when they first heard this 

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yn_ln i know i mountain dew it for ya (although, most of these had vodka) tagged: alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes

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user11 she looks like a hot librarian

→ user12 i‘d let her help me with my homework

user13 red bull admin is a canon yn stan

francisca.cgomes hot girls do bottomless brunch

→ alexandrasaintmleux maybe they shouldn’t. i still can’t find my left shoe

→ yn_ln i have it

user14 i bet the debrief was piping hot 

→ user15 oh to be in a gossip sesh with yn, kika and alex 

charles_leclerc stay away from my girlfriend. she came home drunk ranting about how much she loved you and the colour of your hair 

→ pierregasly and mine wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty your eyes are and how good you smell

→ yn_ln i have unbelievable rizz 

user16 i’d let yn step on me

→ yn_ln and i won’t even charge you 

user17 max fumbled so bad 

landonorris who’s that cute blonde?

→ yn_ln oscar isn’t in this post??

→ user18 i don’t think he was talking about oscar, hun

→ yn_ln why would he publicly embarrass his boyfriend like this?

→ oscarpiastri i hate you 

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f1wags not even 6 weeks after reconciling, max verstappen and kelly piquet were caught arguing 

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user1 can they just stay broken up this time??

→ user2 i love max but i’m fed up now 

user3 yet you’ve not got any pics of it? why all the old lovey dovey pics of them

→ user4 the pics are all over twitter. i think f1wags chose not to post them because max looks like he’s trying not to cry in them, and f1wags has always been nice towards the drivers

user5 why is no one talking about the fact that both verstappencom and shortnsweet liked this??? 

→ user6 the fact that their teams are so desperate for them to be together that they’re publicly rooting for kelly’s demise 

user7 i’ve seen the clip on twitter and i wanna know why she’s yelling at him so aggressively 

→ user8 i bet it’s cause he’s been all up in yn’s likes 

→ user9 yeah but so is she 

→ user10 you’d think their relationship would be strengthened by their shared obsession with yn 

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mclaren papaya party it wouldn’t be a maiden win celebration without some celebs. guess who got to hear espresso live 

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yn_ln why is lando’s hand like that? he’s not a ken doll 

→ landonorris i’m the barbie. you’re the ken

→ yn_ln you wish you were the barbie. you don’t have barbie energy

→ oscarpiastri i’m confused

→ yn_ln you’re an alan 

→ landonorris you take that back! 

→ user11 does this mean lando and yn saw barbie together?

→ oscarpiastri yes and they left me back at the mtc 

user12 not all the wags liking a mclaren post 

→ user13 it’s the power of yn

user14 lando and yn’s interactions give me life 

user15 i love how mclaren’s engagement has increased since yn started commenting on everything

→ user16 they’ve become more enjoyable since she became a fan 

user17 okay but she looks so good in orange

→ redbullracing except she was meant to be in navy

user18 her and lando make such a cute couple

→ landonorris ew no

→ yn_ln ew no. besides, you guys told me she was with oscar. i can’t break that up

→ oscarpiastri @/mclaren can we ban her from the garage?

→ lilyzneimer no! 

→ mclaren no! 

→ landonorris @/yn_ln i know i said no but why did you say no?

user19 guys, max liked and unliked this 

user20 mv1 fans, i think we’ve lost her 

landonorris posted a new story

yn_ln replied still serving cunt though 

maxverstappen1 replied is that yn?

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requests open

coming next; oscar piastri. rivals to teammates to more

tell my why i lowkey feel bad posting this after the pregnancy announcement. i mean, i still don’t like kelly but i wish them every happiness for a safe and healthy delivery.

there will be NO lando x yn in the next two parts 

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

[hagstones-and-howling-hills]

I just found a pair of socks in my drawer that I have yet to wear despite them being a christmas present. How have I managed to avoid these socks for EIGHT MONTHS??

[lvrsfilm]

Johnny and Simon aren't used to domesticity beyond what they can give each other in the quiet of the barracks. They haven't been together quite long enough to share a leave the way they'd like to. But when you came along, and chirped about on one of your weekly calls to them about how they should both just stay at your flat in London when they come back, so the three of you aren't all separated, they couldn't say no.

They didn't know what to expect, duffel bags in hand and covered in grime, sticking out like weeds on the cleanliness of your doorstep. "Door's unlocked" you had told them over the phone when they said they were on their way. Simon does Johnny the favor of opening the door first, stepping inside to cover him as if they're still on the field. But they're not met with gunfire or yelling, not even empty silence. The television is on low, playing a random football (because it is football, birdie) match and the house smells of cinnamon and something hearty bubbling on the stove.

They aren't used to the excited call of your voice from the kitchen, the sound of soft, socked feet padding on the floor towards them. You in a large shirt (one of Johnny's,) and a pair of leggings. They're almost frozen when you take their bags, dropping them to the floor and pulling them both towards you for a hug while you murmur about how you missed them.

But they like it. It's not much different than a shared tray of food in the barracks, followed by a fitful rest on a too hard mattress pad and scratchy sheets. Except it is. It's a shared meal, home cooked, the best thing they think they've ever tasted. It's you checking them over for injury not so subtly as they scarf down their plates, daring to ask for seconds to indulge both themselves and you. A shower, for both of them while you clean up, hot water and soap that smells like you.

They whisper conversation in the shower, about how different and nice it is. Johnny does more of the talking than Simon, who scrubs Johnny's back the way he likes while he listens to Johnny ramble quietly about their lass. About when did she learn to cook like that? About how he never wants to go back to his place, how he could stay here and let her feed him his weight in roast until it was time to leave again. Simon who indulges him with nods and grunts, but who's really thinking about a neat glass of bourbon and having you two draped over his lap where he can bask in your shared warmth because in his mind he's already used to this. He already knows he wants more.

It's Johnny passing out on your couch, drooling onto the armrest, a leg thrown over Simon's lap and a full belly. You coming into the living room with a mug of hot tea for the man left awake. Sitting down next to him and leaning against his side, asking him questions about where work took them and if he needs anything while you comb your fingers through his damp hair, occasionally stopping to catch a stray drop of water with your fingers. Once the cup has gone cold and theres no liquid left, you let him sit in silence as well, not speaking, only lightly pressing your lips to the stubble of his jaw and whispering that you have a surprise for him. Leaving the living room and coming back with a bottle of his favorite. Whispering about how you asked Johnny to make sure this was the right one as you burrowed your way back under his arm. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, traces circles along your shoulder with his fingers while the other holds the bottle of bourbon on his lap, he thinks Johnny was right.

[astroyosei]

［愛］how would they show their love to you?

　—　safe for minors !

　—　fluffy, long + detailed !

　—　the casettes are numbered from

　　　　　　　　　　　left to right, 1- 2- 3 !

- Casette 1 -

your cards: the chariot, the ace of pentacles, the temperance reversed (lol), the IX of pentacles reversed, the king of pentacles👌

I feel like they are reallyyy into big gestures and moves when it comes to showing affection for you! I'm thinking of things like dressing up nicely, picking you up with a nice, impressive, well-kept car, going into an expensive restaurant. Like literally put on a show for you... Getting strong leo venus vibes here ngl!✨

I think they are the classical, "oldschool" gentleman type. I could clearly see a big pretty boquet of amazing fresh bloodred roses.❤️ I think they would LOVE to make every cliché thing straight out of a romcom movie to come alive in your romance.... They feel like you deserve it. That you deserve every miracle, and exaggeration, and cringey- cheesy thing they Ever saw in their life!😂😂😂

I also could feel that they are the type of men who really like to take good care of themselves!❤️ Nicely cut, clean nails and hair. And i think they smell like really good omg!!!.. you know what they might be actually straight off a fan of perfumes!!

No, they don't think it's girly. They don't think it's manly either. They just think it's a part of being a decent, clean, respectful hygienic person. Also stylish. Genderlessly. But that's strongly feels like the second most important thing here. Def the decent part is the first here👏👏

They feel like a HEALTHY masculine man!!! Who's manly enough to allow themselves to be "girly" you know what i mean. To be gentle, emotional, soft(!), sensitive, nurturing, observant, calm, collected.... features we consider divine or traditionally feminine traits.

And they doing ALL THESE naturally already! Like already before being in a relationship with you. Even before meeting you! In their everyday lives, without having their ego and pride in shambles. You'll meet them having this state of mind already and you'll love it.♡ (me too, cause honestly... It's hard to find a real man like this): )

- Casette 2 -

your cards: the VIII of pentacles reversed, the II of swords reversed, the strength(❤️!), the fool, the II of cups🥺 -

Straight off the bat, i can see that they are a very nature- orinted, or nature- lover person! I feel like they have a very strict, 9-5 / 8-4 all-day-in-the-office kind of job, so they really enjoy being outdoors, seeing plants (trees foremost!) as a high contrast to what they're seeing all day at work😂 poor thing..

I also feel like they really enjoy looking at the colors of nature... So the first thing that came to my mind about them is...Surprise trips into the nature!✨ They would genuiely cherish sharing their "comfort spaces" or such with you. I'm thinking, sharing quality time with you might be their first or most important love language!❤️

I feel like, many of you who choose this pile, ain't really a fan right now of being outdoors, hiking, going to forest trips and such, so this will be a wild new experience for you, to go dates like this✨ but let me tell you, even if you didn't think like this or didn't think about this before, y'all will enjoy it very much!!!🥰

I feel like this will be for the minority of the people who choose this pile: so you were already familiar with relaxing and spending time outdoors like this, so it won't be a whole new experience for you. But it will feel definitely different - an intimate and bonding experience with Them🥰<3 maybe even y'all will feel like this whole thing feels new with Them on your side ngl<3 it definitely feels special, calming and bonding at the same time

Side note, they might be also interested in photography - so it's not just about drinking in all those beautiful scenes and sights but also capturing them to keep these moments like forever -

- Casette 3 -

your cards: the moon reversed, the hermit reversed (omg😭), the II of cups, the X of swords reversed, the page of pentacles i -

This spread was more like their very own personal story they decided to bravely tell you - you better embrace it, they're SHY

So I honestly feel like y'alls future spouses - or next partners, or the one you thought about;) are just reallyy the shy type when it comes to showing affection oh my god!😭 I feel like they are naturally like this in their everyday life, even when it's not about romance though:) but i feel like y'all will find them cute for this for real:3 -

These ppl will prefer to say this way honestly even after the two of you start this relationship - no, definitely not because they don't like you. They rlly like u. A. Lot. So much it feels overwhelming to them. Don't make fun of them pls😤 - no, I don't feel like you will. Banter about it, yeah. But y'all love these kind of men, and you know how sensitive they are, and you will lovingly take care of their gentle heart❤️

So expressing things gonna start becoming extra when you're low🥺 they will feel like you just neeeed to feel that extra care and lob they have for u (all the time, they just keep it lowkey, to stay true to themselves. Like authentic) and they're here for your service ma'am🥺

they will RUN in fact, for your service. Smelling virgo juno vibes ifkyk;) in these cases, they will prefer to use two primary love language to express their love for you.🫶 And one of them will definitely be physical touch.

Like they would be the type to give you a massage or run a bath for you, when u don't feel really nice🥺 even without you telling them that it would feel nice, or that it would make you feel better.. they know it babe. They already know it, they already know you, how you function, what could help, and they be already doing it, without you having to left a finger.🙏 They feel like a blessing fr!...

I also think they are a big fan of cuddling in general, and they would be at it even More, when they know you're exhausted, mentally or physically.

They would pick you up from the ground (theoretically or literally) and let you lay your head on their chest, while they would be whispering sweet little nothings or supporting words into your ear (flexing their second love language aka words of affirmation!✨) They would do this only for you. To soothe your tired soul and body❤️ they are a keeper. you should keep them too❤️

𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

silver stars falling gif dividers credits to the(ir) owner(s). gonna upload this part when i find it

casette pictures are from pinterest

white bow + lace divider credits to the(ir) owner(s). gonna upload this part as well when i find it

pink hearts gif divider is from @anitalenia

pink floral + checkered dividers are from @diviniyae

[plutosunshine]

What gifts of destiny do you have? Venus trines

Venus trine Moon

Venus trine Moon is like having a built-in emotional hot chocolate machine. Your vibes? Cozy. Your energy? Comforting. People meet you and instantly want to tell you their childhood secrets or ask if you’ve got snacks (you probably do).

This aspect makes your emotional world and your love language play nice together. The Moon handles your feelings, your instincts, your “aww I saw a puppy and now I’m crying” side. Venus handles what you love, how you show affection, and your overall vibe. When they’re in a trine? They high-five each other and go, “We got this.”

You're probably one of those people who just gets others. Not in a creepy “I know your password” way, but in that warm “I see your heart and I made banana bread” kind of way. Emotional intelligence? Check. Natural empathy? Double check. People feel safe around you—like you’d never judge them for crying over a cartoon or texting their ex (again).

In relationships, you’re nurturing but not clingy. Affectionate but not smothering. You know how to love in a way that feels like coming home. Romantic partner, friend, cat—whoever gets close to you ends up spoiled emotionally and probably also with snacks. You’re basically the human version of a warm blanket that listens.

And let’s not forget the aesthetic instincts. You probably have a knack for making spaces feel lovely and emotionally calming—like, “this room smells like vanilla and looks like Pinterest, how??” You bring sweetness into your environment and relationships without even trying. It’s your natural setting.

So yeah—Venus trine Moon = emotional harmony, effortless sweetness, the ability to cry at sunsets and make others feel like they're not weird for doing the same. You're the friend everyone wants during a breakup and the partner that people write poems about. No big deal.

Venus trine Mars

Venus trine Mars is pure cosmic chemistry—like the universe looked at you and said, “Let’s make someone who knows how to mix sweet with spicy.”

This aspect gives you that effortless charm-meets-confidence energy. You’re magnetic without being overbearing, flirtatious without being cringe, and somehow you make going after what you want look like art. People don’t just get attracted to you—they get drawn in like moths to a scented candle.

Venus is all about love, beauty, harmony. Mars is passion, action, desire. When they’re in a trine? They’re vibing. That means your inner lover and your inner go-getter are on the same page. So whether you’re trying to start a creative project, impress a crush, or pick the perfect outfit—you're guided by this smooth coordination of wanting and doing.

In relationships, you’re probably equal parts affectionate and exciting. You know when to be soft and when to bring the fire. You’re not just charming—you’re compelling. The kind of person people remember as “ugh, they were just so attractive and cool and I don’t know why.”

And in creative work? That Venus-Mars flow gives you the perfect mix of inspiration and execution. You don’t just daydream about your Pinterest-perfect life—you might actually build it. With mood boards. And maybe some dramatic eyeliner.

Also, your relationship with pleasure? Healthy. Balanced. Not too much, not too little. You know how to enjoy life, and you probably have great taste—whether it’s in people, playlists, or what snack to pair with a good movie.

So yeah—Venus trine Mars is a gift. It makes your energy feel aligned, attractive, and easy to act on. You’ve got the cosmic green light to be a little flirty, a little bold, and a whole lot of magnetic.

Venus trine Jupiter

Venus trine Jupiter is like the universe handed you a giant, glittery “YES” stamp for life. It’s the ultimate feel-good, good-vibes-only aspect. Venus is love, beauty, charm. Jupiter is luck, joy, and expansion. When they team up in a trine? You radiate warmth like a freshly baked croissant in the sun.

People with this aspect are blessed with big hearts. Like, “randomly buys coffee for the person behind them in line” energy. Your kindness isn’t performative—it’s just how you operate. Generosity is your love language. And when you love someone? Whew. They’re getting affection, encouragement, snacks, emotional support, AND possibly travel plans.

You're also probably a little lucky in love and money—even if things get rocky, Venus trine Jupiter folks tend to bounce back with style (and maybe a new haircut). The universe seems to have a soft spot for you. You attract abundance because you live in that mindset—there’s always more beauty to create, more love to give, more joy to find.

You might have a natural sense of aesthetics too—big, bold, joyful beauty. Venus-Jupiter doesn’t do minimalism unless it’s “Italian villa minimalism.” Think lush colors, dramatic earrings, and laughing at your own jokes while wearing fabulous shoes.

In relationships, you bring sunshine. You’re romantic, optimistic, and probably the type who plans cute dates with themes. You don’t love small—you love out loud. And people feel good around you because your energy says, “You’re safe, loved, and we’re probably going to brunch after this.”

And honestly? You make people believe in good things again. You're the human version of finding twenty bucks in your coat pocket and someone telling you your aura looks amazing today.

So yeah—Venus trine Jupiter is the gift of a joyful heart, big love, and the kind of sparkle that makes life feel a little more magical. ✨

Venus trine Saturn

Venus trine Saturn is like the cosmic version of "loyal with taste." It’s the aspect that says, “Sure, I can fall in love—but only if it has emotional maturity, long-term potential, and maybe a five-year plan.” And somehow, you make that sound hot.

While Venus is out here flirting, curating playlists, and swooning over aesthetics, Saturn strolls in like, “Okay, but can we build something real?” And when they’re in a trine? Boom—magic. You get that beautiful balance of heart and structure, softness and stability. You're the person who brings flowers and remembers to pay the bills.

In love, this aspect makes you steady, loyal, and probably way more romantic than you let on. You might not write love poems in public (unless other parts of your chart say otherwise), but your actions? Speak volumes. You show love through commitment, support, and actually showing up—consistently. You’re the “I’ll help you move apartments and won’t complain once” type. And honestly, that’s rare and wildly attractive.

You're also really good at knowing your worth. Venus brings the charm and Saturn brings the standards. So you can enjoy romance without losing your head (or your dignity). You’re not likely to chase fleeting drama—you’d rather invest in something meaningful, even if it takes time. And your love? Ages like wine.

Creatively, you combine beauty with discipline. You can turn aesthetics into something practical—art that sells, style that lasts, design that works. You might even have a gift for turning hobbies into long-term projects, or making your creative side pay rent.

And money? You’re probably responsible with it. You enjoy life’s pleasures, but you’re also thinking ahead. Venus trine Saturn is the person who saves for vacation and packs snacks for the plane.

So yeah—Venus trine Saturn isn’t flashy, but it’s gold. It’s commitment, grace, and long-term glow-up energy. You don’t just love deeply—you love wisely. And that? Is beautiful.

Venus trine Uranus

Venus trine Uranus is the cosmic version of “I love you, but let’s keep it interesting.” It’s the kind of aspect that adds ✨spice✨ to sweetness—think electric charm, creative rebellion, and a love life that’s anything but boring (in the best way).

Venus is all about love, beauty, connection. Uranus is the planet of surprises, freedom, and “Wait, what if we did it completely differently?” Put them in a trine, and you get someone who loves with a twist.

You’re probably effortlessly magnetic—not in a loud or over-the-top way, but in that “who is that and why do they look like they just stepped out of a dream I didn’t know I had?” kind of way. People are drawn to you because you feel exciting, original, and genuinely yourself. You’re the cool breeze on a hot day, the plot twist in a rom-com, the person who can pull off silver eyeliner at brunch.

In relationships, you need spark—and freedom. You’re affectionate, but you’re not about that clingy life. You want connection that breathes. You’re into people who can surprise you, challenge you, or at least talk about weird science facts at 2 a.m. You might fall in love fast—but if it turns routine and stale? You’re already mentally redecorating your life.

And your sense of style? ICONIC. Venus-Uranus people often have amazing taste that’s just a little ahead of the curve. You might wear things that shouldn’t work… but totally do. Your aesthetic says, “I make my own trends,” and people follow.

Creatively, this aspect is genius. Literally. You get flashes of inspiration that feel like lightning bolts. One minute you’re folding laundry, the next you’ve invented a brand new art style or business idea. You thrive when you can innovate, experiment, and break a few rules in the name of beauty or fun.

Basically, Venus trine Uranus is the gift of loving freely, creating boldly, and dancing to your own (very catchy) beat. You don’t just think outside the box—you turn the box into a disco ball.

Venus trine Neptune

Venus trine Neptune is pure dreamboat energy. It’s the "poetry in motion" aspect—the kind of placement that makes you love like a movie, create like a muse, and daydream like it's a full-time job (with benefits).

Venus is love, beauty, art, connection. Neptune is magic, fantasy, spirituality, and soft-focus filters on everything. When these two are vibing in a trine? You’ve got a heart that floats. You don’t just feel love—you merge souls. You don’t just like pretty things—you fall in love with sunsets, songs, strangers’ handwriting, and maybe even clouds.

You radiate sweetness, compassion, and that ethereal softness that makes people think, “Are they real… or are they a character in a romantic French film?” There’s something dreamy and gentle about you, and people feel it. They might not even be able to explain why they’re drawn to you—they just are.

Love, for you, is spiritual. You're the type who writes little love notes, dreams of soulmates, and maybe secretly wants someone to slow dance with you in the kitchen at 2 a.m. You believe in love. Deeply. Even when the world gets cynical, your heart quietly insists: "No, it's still real."

Creatively? Oh, you’re a vibe. This aspect brings serious artistic potential—music, dance, painting, writing, photography, design—all of it. You create beauty that speaks to the soul. Even if you’re just decorating your living room, it probably looks like a Pinterest board made by an angel with excellent taste.

You’re also super empathetic—like, “accidentally cried watching a stranger reunite with their dog” levels of emotional openness. Your kindness isn’t performative; it’s just who you are. But that does mean you need to protect your energy, because you can absorb emotions like a sponge in a telenovela.

So yeah—Venus trine Neptune gives you the gift of beauty, love, and enchantment. You’re the heart-softener, the daydream-weaver, the cosmic reminder that love can still be tender and real. Just maybe keep your feet on the ground while your head floats in the stars. 💫

Venus trine Pluto

Venus trine Pluto? Ohhh baby. That’s the slow burn, deep soul, intense eye contact across a crowded room aspect. It’s magnetic, emotional, and just the right amount of mysterious. Like, you might not even say much, but somehow people feel like you see right into their soul—and weirdly, they kind of love it.

Venus is love, beauty, connection. Pluto is transformation, power, and everything that simmers under the surface. When they’re in a trine, you get the kind of charm that doesn’t ask for attention—it commands it. Quietly. Intensely. With raised eyebrows and smoldering vibes.

In love, you don’t do shallow. You want all of it—the passion, the soul bond, the “I’d help you bury the body” kind of loyalty. You’re not out here for flings (unless your Gemini placements are protesting)—you want to be consumed, in the best possible way. You crave real connection. None of that situationship nonsense.

People with this aspect tend to attract deep, powerful love stories—sometimes even life-changing ones. You’re the person others never quite forget. (Even if they try. Which they will. But they won’t succeed.)

There’s also this quiet confidence to you when it comes to beauty and attraction. You don’t need to follow trends or be loud about it—you just know how to work with what you’ve got. Venus trine Pluto is like wearing perfume that no one can place, but everyone keeps leaning in to smell.

Creatively, this aspect is fire. You can turn pain into art, passion into poetry, and longing into something unforgettable. You’re drawn to beauty with depth—music that aches, films that stir something, aesthetics that say “there’s more beneath the surface.”

And honestly? You’ve probably done some serious inner work in your life. You know what it means to grow through love, to heal through heartbreak, and to come out the other side even more powerful. Venus trine Pluto gives you the gift of transformational love—the kind that changes you, and the kind you give to others.

So yeah—this aspect isn’t light and fluffy. It’s rich, deep, powerful, and just the right level of “I feel things too hard but I make it look cool.” You’re the storm and the stillness after.

[gremlingottoosilly]

LOVED the drunk reader who thought she fucked her bf but its slasher könig, what about her comfessing at some point that she did wanna fuck him? maybe just mindlessly, at some point when he visits the room shes locked in...and of course fed and treated like a princess bc she fr wanted him? he gets hard af just from the thought

You giggle, licking at your lips. They're sweet - Konig did get to the town to buy you a bunch of sweet sugar cookies, all that sweetener making you giggly and just a tiny bit more ditzy than usual. He always saw that tiny bit of dimness in you. The way you twirl your hair and smile at him, the way you playfully swat at his mask, trying to take a look. You operate on a simple logic - he didn't kill you, even though he always could - so you have to proceed being pretty and dumb for him, so he won't think about actually killing you. You aren't as good at initiating at first, kinda nervous about the whole killing thing - but he is hot in his mask, and that amount of muscles always did it for you. Let your pussy become just a tiny bit more wet, allowing you to smother the guy with tiny kisses. Push your lips all over him and giggle when his attempts to grope at your breast would just tickle you. He was embarrassed at first; that unusual softness wasn't something that was installed in him - certainly not for pretty girls who looked like they would bully him. Certainly not for pretty but useless pets who make him want to shower you with gifts and little kisses. Smile and hug you, touch and tug at every last bit of your skin. You finally admit to kinda wanting him to fuck you that night when he killed your boyfriend. You'd smile and giggle, pressing your face in his chest and blowing raspberries at his muscles. You were kinda drunk, kinda high, mad at your bf - he did kiss your fucking best friend, of all people. You kinda wanted to slam his head in, and Konig did it for you. Let you snuggle to the warm body and get pounded, your pussy recognizing its new owner. Almost crying when he pulled out, wanting for him to stay longer, warm you up a bit. Konig knows you're a spoiled thing - a pretty pet in need of regular baths and constant hair washing. You'd let him softly play with your hair, tug the matted strands. You'd force him to get in the shower after each kill, luring him in with a promise of a nice, sloppy cunt if only he would wash away the smell of blood. For the first time in his miserable life, Konig almost feels like he can stop his bloodlust by something other than killing - just by holding you close and pounding you like it's the last thing he can do in his life. And it's a very, very thrilling thing to know, that you almost feel the same.