#when apples basically are about to go bad

[thatsjustlife2025]

Longer one, so I'll do my bestest! I'll mostly be sticking to the main 3 of LIFE since doing everybody else would take an eternity 🥹

・Kao tends to lean more towards old horror flicks and animated movies, albeit on a bad day they likely steer away from watching them. Briar has a fondness for childhood shows and cartoons and likely watches them in abundance. Bunnie gears more towards anime and indie films, albeit they don't really make her feel better. Just keep her numb

・Sad songs for all three. Kao just tends to prefer edgier, raunchier or more pessimistic songs, lyrically or musically. Briar finds comfort in soft, melancholic melodies. Bunnie likes to paralyze herself, though she doesn't like to think she does

・Kao definitely prefers being alone. They're not exactly all that fun to be around when they're in a bad mood, nor in general at the beginning of LIFE, but also because being around people can overwhelm and overstimulate them, as well as their underlying discomfort in being vulnerable. Briar also definitely prefers alone time, for what is basically the same reason as Kao, though Briar's stems more from his need to constantly appear reliable and strong. Though Bunnie definitely desires isolation, her obsessiveness often leads her to desiring companionship simultaneously. Confusing times indeed

・Kao will go for just about anything, but they'll absolutely devour a burger or some empanadas. Briar leans more towards the sweets, with mint chocolate chip ice cream and candied apples. Bunnie can absolutely down potstickers no matter how many.

・Kao tends to be a bit of a hermit in their bouts of depression, typically allowing themself to sort of go completely nullo and drag themself around. When they do attempt to do anything, it usually just amounts of doom-scrolling or lazing. Briar is a bit more proactive, usually attempting to quell his emotions via journalistic venting, venturing outside and generally doing chores, albeit at times this can add to his already heightened frustrations. Bunnie doesn't exactly use her coping mechanisms in the best of ways, such as doomscrolling and online stalking, and the more healthier hobbies she has, such as her art and her venting tend to also be kind of off-kilter.

What does your character do on a bad day?

Do they have a comfort movie / tv show that makes them feel better?

Do they prefer to listen to sad songs to match their mood, or happy songs to lift their spirits?

Do they like to be around friends when they're sad, or would they rather be alone?

Do they have any go-to foods or treats that cheer them up?

Are there any activities like journaling, exercising, painting, etc that help them release their feelings?

[adagiorii]

5. How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

For all of the above!

TYSM for sending an ask!! 🥹 asks are from this post!

Alright let's talk about all my children :D

I've mentioned this multiple times before so you may remember that she started out as a MHA OC back in 2020. Back then, her quirk was Slowdown, which was basically just her being able to slow down the speed of whatever she touched, and a while later I changed it to a very broken time control quirk. Either way, when I created her I wanted her to have a name that related somewhat to her quirk - Eiko (永子) means "eternity child", and at the time I was like "eeh eternity, slow down, time, close enough" so that's how she got her name. And then I became to attached to it and I don't think I could change it even if I wanted to.

Her surname went through a bunch of changes because I could not make up my mind, but I eventually settled on Shinome because I like that it has the character for "eye" (目) and overall I just liked the vibes.

Hayato has the same beginnings as Eiko, and he has also had his name since then, but there wasn't as much thought behind my choice tbh - I was looking at names on those name list websites and came across Hayato and chose it purely based on vibes. He had fire powers from the start and I don't think there's a common spelling of the name Hayato that relates to fire, but I liked it.

It typically means "falcon person" if I'm not mistaken, but then I found out it could also mean "brave person" (勇人), which is the spelling I chose because it fits him way better. So all in all not that bad of a choice.

His surname is just- he a fox. That's it

Sanako had a few different names for like the first year of her existing (2020, she was also an MHA OC), but then I changed it to Sanako, which was not a name I saw on any websites. I just came up with it myself lmao

I did then pick the kanji for it on websites online and found out that "na" could mean "apple tree", which was very perfect and so I kept it. I associate her with apples so yeah, and there's a bit of lore relating to that which I shall not get into because minor spoilers

Her surname is the same as Hayato's lmao

Theo was also an MHA OC at the same time as the others blah blah blah and he also had a japanese name at the time, he was originally called Daiki (tbh I barely consider them the same character because they're so different they literally don't even have the same nationality anymore, their personalities are also very different), and I eventually changed it to Theo bc idk. I like the name and I felt like it fit his vibes. Englishman vibes...

His surname is Harlowe which I also chose based on vibes. I think it's a very pretty surname tbh and it just has a nice ring to it

I'm gonna be repeating myself but Amara is in the same exact boat as Theo - started out as an MHA OC with a japanese name and then got changed to have a western name. Her original name was Ai, which means love. So then I changed it to Amara, which can have a bunch of different origins and meanings, including "to love" which I thought was pretty fitting. I honestly just always thought it was a good name for her, she was the easiest to change lmao

Her surname is Lavedolle which I completely made up during the time when she was a deceased girl possessing a ballerina automaton doll for whatever reason- I just thought it sounded nice. Made up bs name go

Last but not least Camilo!!!! He may actually be the one I have the most to talk about lmao

For starters he was not an MHA OC! Yay! He's a Pokémon OC and I created him purely because I thought making a Ghost type specialist musician for the Iberian Peninsula-inspired region and NOT making them a fado singer who also represented academic spirit which is a big thing in Portugal was a missed opportunity. Especially because Portugal got the short end of the stick in Scarlet and Violet when it comes to representation but that's a whole other can of worms, anyway

As such, Camilo is very much inspired by Portuguese culture, so ofc he had to have a portuguese name. I also took inspiration from famous portuguese poets for his design, and then did the same to choose his name. Off the top of my head we have one very well-known writer called Camilo Castelo Branco and a slightly lesser known poet called Camilo Pessanha and probably a bunch more Camilos in literature that I'm not remembering right now. I liked the name the most out of all the other writers so that's the one I chose.

Afterwards I went to look up the meaning of the name and it means "someone who helps in religious and spiritual rituals" which I think is very fitting for a Ghost type specialist, so there you go.

[odd-underscore-soul]

hey. don't cry. core an apple, place on a piece of bread, add butter and sugar where you cored it. bake until soft.

[darkbluekies]

Broken restraints

Yandere!doctor oc x reader

Summary: you've finally had enough and decides to switch the roles on your doctor, to try to get where he has placed the poison that is destroying you

Warnings: drugging, reader is held captive and poisoned, basically a little manhandling of darling?, restraints, manipulation/kind of infantilization

Word count: 2k

Your heart is beating. This can backfire horrendously, but what other choice do you have?

“Can I have something to eat?” you ask as he places the two cups on the table.

“Are you hungry?” he wonders and gives you a worried look, always speaking to you in that soft, understanding tone. “Didn't you like the dinner?”

“I did, but I'm still hungry.”

“Okay, would you want a sandwich? Or a fruit?”

“Whatever, please.”

He nods. “Okay, I'll be back soon.”

You wait for the door to click shut before opening your hand where he's placed the sleeping pills. Your eyes turn to his coffee cup. This is such a bad idea.

You grab your own cup of chamomile tea and place the pill underneath, gently crushing it against the desk, grinding it into a fine powder. Your heart beats inside your chest. What if he comes back before you're done? If he forgot something? How do you explain this without telling the truth? 

You pour the powder into his coffee, stirring slightly and feeling your heart sink to your stomach. Despite what he's doing to you, there has to be another way, right? But then again, if there was another way you wouldn't be doing this.

I'm sorry but what else do I do?

He returns with an apple.

“Here you go, little one”, he says. “Can't let you go to bed hungry. It's good that you're hungry. As long as you're not nauseous. Or cramping.”

From your poison, you mean?

You take a bite of the apple just for it to be believable. He takes a sip of his coffee. Your heart stops.

“How are you feeling?” he asks after he's swallowed. “How's your head?”

“Fine”, you reply shortly. 

He reaches out, touching it as if you had a fever.

“That's good”, he says. 

He drinks some more. You try to take another bite of the apple, but you're too worried about him feeling the taste, or the texture of the crushed pill.

“You look like you're going to throw up”, he says. “Are you sure you're fine?”

“I-I actually am a bit nauseous, when I think about it”, you half lie. 

“See? I know when you're lying, you forget I read you like an open book. Drink some tea, it'll help.”

He pushes the cup closer to you. You sip carefully. The warming sensation only highlights the disgusting guilt.

He tucks you in, like he does everything night, and starts to move towards the door, but your hand grabs his white lab coat sleeve.

“Please don’t leave”, you whisper. “Not yet.”

He looks at you in a questioning manner. You've been so quiet ever since you got to know about the poisoned air purifier, not wanting him close. But he can't deny you. Never.

“Okay”, he says and sits down on his stool, rolling over to your bedside. “Just lay down. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Lay?” you ask quietly, patting the space on the bed beside you.

“Why?”

“Please.”

“You haven't wanted me near these last few weeks. You've been rather cross with me.”

“I'm scared. I'm desperate. Please.”

He reads you like an open book, he says, but you pray he feels sorry enough for you to ignore any warning signs. Dr Kry sighs, removes his lab coat, leaving him in his blue scrubs, and lays down on the side of the bed. His bare arm brushes yours. He's weirdly warm for someone so cold.

Carefully, he directs your head to lean on his shoulder without a word. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep, opening your eyes every now and then to see if he's asleep. He's bigger than you. Maybe the pill was too little for someone his size? Or maybe the caffeine in the coffee balanced it out?

“Doctor”, you whisper after a while. “Doctor Kry?”

He doesn't respond. You lift your head from his shoulder, leaning on your hand as you push yourself up on one arm. You realise that you've never seen him sleep. He looks content, peaceful almost.

It makes what you're about to do so much worse.

You glance at the leather straps that have left permanent marks on your wrists from his discipline. Carefully you scoot over and lean over him to grab his right wrist, fully ready for him to grab you at any second. But he doesn't. Slowly, you fasten it to the side of the bed with the buckle straps. And then the other. You get off the bed and back away, taking in the sight. It makes you nauseous.

You walk over to the cabinet by the corner and pull over his stool to get a better look at the purifier. One hand covers your mouth and nose as the other twists and turns the little box, looking for the poison. Nowhere. This close, it looks harmless. 

You make your way down and over to his desk, looking through the drawers. There’s only papers. And documentation. You look throughout the room, but the poison is nowhere to be found. How can you ever get well if you don't even know what you've inhaled?

You have no choice but wait for Dr Kry to wake up. You sit down on his stool, waiting. It's tiresome, long, boring.

His eyes finally flutter open two hours later. You hold your breath. He blinks for a second, feeling something wrong. His hands tug at the restraints. 

“Y/N.”

You've never heard his voice like that spoken your way, only those few unfortunate times he has shown that dark side of his. But then that voice was never used against you.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. 

“What have you done?” he asks. “Release me. Now.”

“Wait”, you say. 

“Get me out, Y/N. I'm not joking.”

“You have to listen to me first.”

“How did you manage to do this? You—...I see. You did something with the sleeping pill. Your little joke is not funny. Release me now and I will forget about this.”

“No, you have to listen to me!”

“I have to listen to you? With these kinds of methods you have?”

“Doctor, please.”

He looks at you for a second before clenching his jaw, leaning back slightly. He doesn't say anything, doesn't accept it, but he doesn't reject it.

“Where's the poison?” you question.

“Poison?” 

He looks straight at you, cold blue eyes sending ice throughout you. Anger is so unlike Dr Kry. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

“Should have asked me when I was free, sweetheart”, he bites back. “I can't move. I can't show you.”

“You have a mouth. You can speak.”

“And you have one too, that's how humans work. One that works without having to tie me down.”

“You wouldn't have listened to me. And if you would have, you wouldn't have taken me seriously.”

“And you think this helps your cause? Because, to me, this looks like the doing of someone who's not well. Who can't be reasoned with. Who's too sick to take care of themselves, and that's why I have to.”

“I'm sick because of you! I want to know where the poison is.”

“Why? So you can go to the cops? I'm sorry, sweetheart but they won't be able to help you. That poison is of my own doing. There is no antidote on the market and if they want to figure out what I've put in it it'll take years to develop one … and who says they'll actually be able to? It's not unusual that new, untested substances make you worse. Face it, I'm the only one that can heal you.”

“You don't have an antidote.”

Kry scoffs. “Don't I? Do you think I'd be so stupid to develop a poison for my beloved, and not create an antidote in case something goes wrong?”

“Where is it?”

“Not in here … but I can show you.”

You hesitate. You're not sure if it's out of pure desperation, need to get out of the situation or the poison clogging your brain, but you move towards the bed. Unsure lying, as if you're waiting for a thought clear enough to stop you. Nothing comes.

You unbuckle one of his wrists. He immediately moves it in circles to massage it, grunting. As soon as you've loosened the other, he doesn't waste time. He flies up from the bed and in one motion, grabs hold of your jaw with his hand and forces you backwards. The grip isn't painful, but it's firm and unyielding. You've known that he's strong, but not like this. 

You stumble backwards until your back finally hits the wall beside the bathroom door. He towers over you, looking down at you in a way he's never done before. It's anger … mixed with something. 

He holds your jaw with one hand, thumb and index finger digging into your cheeks. He tilts it upwards, stretching your neck. You stare wide eyed, fear exploding in you like fireworks.

“What was that?” he hisses. “Do not ever do that again, do you hear me?”

“Let go!” 

“Y/N, don't you realise what could have happened if you hadn't released me? You're not well, you need me, precisely because of these kinds of things. See what happens when you think for yourself with that clogged head of yours?”

You try to turn your head away but he doesn't let you. His grip is still not harsh, just firm.

“You're irrational, hysteric”, he hisses. “And you think I will release you? When you act like this? How will you survive? Antidote or not, you're a danger. Both to yourself and others, clearly.” He thinks for a moment. “That's it.”

Swiftly he lets go of your face, bends down and picks you up, hoisting you over his broad shoulder. You yelp, trying to steady yourself against his back.

“Since you can't be trusted, I have to use your own tricks against you”, he says, walking back to the bed.

He places you down on the mattress carefully, supporting both your head and waist before roughly taking one of your wrists and fastens it to the belt buckle. He tightens it enough for you to not wiggle, on both sides. You stare at them, trying to move. Dr Kry grabs your chin, making you look at him again.

“Are they too tight?” he asks firmly. “If you can't answer verbally, nod or shake your head.”

You nod quickly. He gives the restraints a quick look, trying to decide if they truly are. He then stands straight.

“You'll be fine.”

He turns back to his desk and pops out another sleeping pill and grabs your glass of water that stands on the nightstand. He holds your face, forcing your mouth open and placing the pill on your tongue. Before you can close it, the glass is tilted against your lips. Water floods your mouth. His hand holds your jaw throughout it, refusing rejection. When the glass is removed, he tilts your head upwards.

“Don't fight it. Swallow.”

With the angle he has your neck in, you have no choice but to swallow the sleeping pill. You cough. 

“I despise having to use these kinds of methods against you”, he says dryly. “But if you refuse to listen to what’s best for you and behave, then I have to. I will put you back in your place, and that’s not to be mean. It’s to protect you.”

But then his eyes soften and his shoulders fall slightly. He sighs heavily, the anger running off of him.

“You should catch some sleep”, he says lowly. “You've been up later than usual. It's not good for your health.”

He tucks you in, jawstill clenched, but not angry. Not visibly. It's hard finding a comfortable position when your wrists are pinned.

“Y/N”, he says. “Don't do this again. Honestly. Don't.”

He gives off another sigh and leans down to kiss your forehead. You don't say anything.

“Sleep well”, he says.

He leaves the room, locking the door behind him. As soon as he's alone in the corridor, he leans against the wall, running a trembling hand over his face. This could easily have been avoided. He'll make sure it never happens again. If he has to feed you the medicine himself from now on, he will. Never again will he be put in that spot again.

[carbonfiction]

Listen and learn

Summary: You should've known better than to push, to ignore Franks warnings. Expression stern, voice snipped, he'd repeatedly told you to listen. To quit it, just for a little while. So was it truly all your fault when you just wanted some of his attention?

Masterlist Words: 1.4k

Soooo, i basically couldn't stop thinking about him w that beard/haircut so this monstrosity was born. carbonfiction actually posting a fic??? She has risen babygirl!! Bone apple teeth, enjoy, n all that stuff..

Warnings: 18+ themes. Rough frank. Smut. moment w a vibrator. Unprotected piv sex (do not), rough sex themes, praise kink, fairly light degradation, swearing, hand over mouth and then neck for a moment, squirting and of course mentions of bodily fluids.. Gets kinda soft n sweet near the end.. I thinkkkk thats it?

You should've known better than to push, to ignore Franks warnings.

His expression stern and voice snipped as he'd repeatedly told you to quit; to calm down and let him finish up his task. All while rough hands worked on cleaning guns and sharpening knives that his eyes hadn't left all day.

So was it truly all your fault when you just wanted some of his attention?

Not exactly, technically speaking, but when you'd stormed off muttering something about taking care of it yourself.. Well, that had pushed a button.

The part when Frank heard the low buzz of your vibrator start up down the hall however, destroyed said button entirely.

The metal chair flung back from the momentum as he stood. Boot clad feet storming loudly down to the bedroom, door flying open with a careless slam. Franks broad figure practically glaring at the way you rest spread near bare on the bed. Vibrator still buzzing beneath the soft lace of your panties from the shock.

You knew you would be in for it, just perhaps foolishly not as bad.

Especially now as Frank's hips pummle into your backside, the clash of skin loud enough to know it'll leave marks. His body drapes over you, heavy and wide, teeth biting against the juncture of your neck adding to the already overwhelming sensations of the way he fucks into you.

"Though this was what you wanted huh?" he grunts, a large hand groping roughly at your tits. "beggin an whinin in my ear when I told you, when you knew, I was busy. Couldn’t fuckin wait could ya."

You try to respond, you really do, but the sound falls broken into the air. A mixture of a sob and a gasp all in one, an agreement in intention but pitiful at best. So much so it makes frank scoff behind you as that same hand once on your chest begins to back drift up, wrenching your jaw to the side.

Despite the near violent way your body bounces back against his you can still make him out in your periphery. The longer strands of his grown out hair messy, sweat beading at the ends that gather at his temple.

"Hell, Aint even said thank you, you know that? Give you what you wanted and suddenly all your manners are gone." Franks voice is as rough as the pounds of his hips as they change pace, now slow but brutally deep. "D’ i fuck em outta you already? That what’s going on?

A squeeze of his hand on your jaw realigns the attention you didn't even realise shifted. A particularly heavy hit of his hips making your eyes flutter, the tip of his cock thumping against your cervix. "N-no.. I- .. th-thank you F-frank" you manage, just about.

But for frank? For frank that's not good enough. Its a start sure.. But something important is missing. And he knows you know it; even if he is burried so deep you can barley think without tasting him.

"Getting everything handed to ya, a real spoiled fuckin princess these days ain’tcha. Shit, gettin dick when you want it, s' fuckin greedy." Frank near growls the words, pulling out his cock from your soaked walls and flipping you. Back hitting the mattress with an audible oomf as he parts your thighs again.

Franks hand slaps down against your inner thigh the same moment he slips back inside; the angle pushing your knees over his shoulders as he begins to move once more. A shrill squeak passing your lips.

"You answer me when I'm talkin to ya sweetheart" he commands, hand on your cheeks this time, squishing them just slightly, lips pouted. "Big girl words.. Or have those gone away too?"

It takes a moment of him staring your keening form down before you choke out an answer, babbled and high in pitch. His cock pounding at that little spot inside you could never quite reach yourself, the base rubbing just right against you with each harsh push and pull.

"M-mhm! S-so spoilt sir" you nod, head barley moving in the tightness of his grip. One of his hands grabbing at the discarded vibrator and placing it directly at your clit. It makes you squeal, the rumbling vibrations hot and intense as his thrusts send it jolting back and forth. It has your cunt pulsing around his cock intently, pleasure coiling in your belly quicker than you can realize. "S' so good- so dee-"

Your warning is broken off by a squeal, franks cock slipping free with an audible gush of liquid from between your legs, the sound only made more mortifying by the thoroughly debauched buzzing. The bed beneath you soaking, your thighs and franks abdomen shiney with slick as blood pounds loudly in your ears.

But it doesnt stop frank, doesnt make him let up the harsh rocks of his pelvis, as he drives himself back inside completly unphased. His thumb offers a small mercy as the vibration ceases, discarded once again. A dark grin forming on his face as he watches you squirm; half embarrassed and half overwhelmed. Brain fuzzy and gone.

"F-fuck, fuck frankie!" you sob, sensitivity weaving its way up your arching spine. "S' too much!"

"Naw, Too much? That right? S’ too much cock for that little cunt?" he coos the words so sinfully as your eyes peer helpless at him. Toes curling against his shoulder blades, your hands pittifully pushing at his biceps and chest to no avail. A scratchy kiss placed to your cheek as he leans down to tut. "Not- fuck- not sure I believe you with the way she’s been drooling on me"

"M-mhm! It is, swear! Too much- too good.." you moan pathetically and he scoffs, hand flattening over your mouth, palm pressing against your lips to muffle you.

"See, you hear that?" Franks body pushes against yours; thoroughly pinning you to the mattress with his weight as he makes you listen. The squelch of your pussy as his hips draw out filling the air; not to mention the following plap of his full balls swatting at you as he bully himself back into place. Tummy fluttering as embarrassment floods your face. "You hear how bad she fuckin needs me? Can feel ‘er pullin me in sweetheart so I know your lyin. Know you can take it"

Theres a flicker in his eyes as he stares you down, one that, even in your hazy state, you recognize well enough to be a check in. A silent conversation, a way of knowing if you need him to carry on or if things are really too much. Your head moves before you can even register it, nodding quickly for him to continue as your back arches.

"My fussy girl just needed attention ain’t that right" Frank grins, your hand guiding his from your mouth to rest at the column of your throat. The weight of his paw like palm a pleasant pressure as his hips grind into you. "Needed a hand on your neck, big cock pushin at your guts to make it better, empty that beautiful head. Just a shame you got bratty ‘stead of waitin like a big girl. Not some cock drunk lil prin-"

A babbled gasp of his name cuts him off, another orgasm crashing over your body so unexpectedly it brings tears to your eyes. The mix of Franks cock punching so deep and his hand on your neck overwhelming in the best possible way. Cunt tight as a vice around his cock as his expression shifts again, a gutteral growl falling free.

His movements slow, the weight of him still soaked and locked inside. "Shhh I know, I know sweetheart" he coos, all previous agitation suddenly melted away like the flick of a switch, the frank you recognize in bed taking over. His hand cups your jaw as he uses the other large arm to hold himself up. Gaze locked on yours. "Got me so fuckin deep in there, it still feel good sweet girl?"

You nod quickly, mouth dry and body still trembling. Unconscious twitches of muscles your only movement to indicate you havent become one with the mattress as you grin up at him ruined. "So.. So good frankie.." panted, raspy and addicted.

"Jus' a little more 'kay, nearly there baby" Frank presses the words to your forehead with his lips, hips grinding into yours. Your fingers hold him tight, crescent indents littering his skin, legs around his waist keeping him locked between them.

When frank hits his peak its done with his eyes locked onto yours, panted moans and keened whimpers filling the stuffy room. Declarations of love and praise shared in the hushed come down, bodied pressed so close you practically stick together, a combination of sweat, slick arousal and cum painting skin.

"Know exactly how to get whatcha want hey sweetheart?" Frank smirks, licking his lips as he finally slips free to drop beside you. It makes you grin, eyes flicking to his to find a playfulness rarely shown, a hand shoving at his form. He jostles just a fraction with a chuckle, ever the boy he was before everything happened when he comes down.

You both need to shower, the sheets absolutely need changing, but right now nothing else matters but this. Hands intertwined on his heaving chest, His full attention, yours once again.

Okay so i dont know how i feel about the flow of this one because i got a little burnt out in the process (no fault of the fic) buttttt she's done so thats all that matters. As always inbox is open annnd Lmk what you think <3

[aetherraeys]

hands-on lesson

poly!marauders x afab!reader ⊹ 5.5k

direct continuation of visual learner (so no plot) mwah!

cw ⟢ smut 18+ mdni, swearing, lots of kissings, inexperienced!reader, praise, dry humping, fingering, lots of petnames, usage of "pet", aftercare

summary: it started out with a kiss but now youre well and truly in the deep end, and the boys think a hands-on approach is more effective.

a/n: two smuts in a row, no one call me a slut. this sinfully long and theres basically no plot and idc, theyre hot. i feel no shame! without a doubt doing a pt3 bcs this would be like 8k of fucking otherwise not proofread x

“Should we stop, or do you wanna keep learning?”

If your brain was anything other than a gooey mess in your head, you’d have been able to answer him, instead, all you could focus on were the soft kisses that Sirius planted against your skin, eyes shut—basking in his touch.

You’d forgotten he’d even asked when his questioning hmmm reached your ears, inhaling deeply through your nose, searching for the air to support your voice—but when your lips parted to answer, the words couldn’t seem to find their way out. Mind too foggy, the remnants of a shuddering breath falling from you as your response slipped away—the way he worked his way back up your jaw, pecking and nibbling at the skin—your head was all but spinning.

His hands had snuck under the hem of your top, the backs of his nails lightly dragging over the curves at your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake—a harsh shiver running through you, spine forming a delicious arch that made James’ throat dry. And as Sirius’ lips inched closer to yours again, you found yourself instinctively chasing after them, connecting your lips with a quiet, content sigh.

His grin against your lips was positively wolfish, though it didn’t last long—pushing back into the your lips with a feverish want that was palpable, to everyone.

James forcibly rubbed his palms against the fabric of his trouser, restless in his seat as he watched the way your fingers tangled in Sirius’ hair, room filling with your soft mewls—blending so prettily with the low groans you pulled from Sirius’ throat as he tilted to his head to deepen the kiss. James caught a glimpse of Remus, adam’s apple bobbing—gaze locked on the exposed skin of your torso that Sirius had so graciously bared, pads of his fingers dimpling the flesh.

Sirius had a way with his lips, undeniably intoxicating, dizzying you longer you stayed connected, a warmth burning low in the pits of your stomach. He was overwhelming every one of your senses and you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away.

One of Sirius’ hands trailed up, palm resting over your throat, fingertips holding your jaw in place, taking your bottom lip into his teeth as he pulled away, eyes dark and lips stretching into a mischievous grin. Melting into his palm against your neck, letting him tilt your head back to nip at your collarbone again, small pants falling from you.

Words spread between the wet, open mouth kisses pressed to your skin, he huffed out a small chuckle—

”I’ll…take that…as…a yes…”

The quiet content hum you produced was barely a response, but it wasn’t your fault, Sirius had effectively turned your brain to goo and you weren’t going to stop him, savoring the warmth of his lips. He opened his eyes to sneak a peek at you, when his sights fell on James—cheeks almost as flushed as yours. Practically at the edge of his seat, fingers twitching at his sides, and Remus—he was no better. Shifting and fidgeting beside James, lips parted, gaze dark and intense as he watched.

He hadn’t meant to so self-indulgent, but you were all but putty in his hands and Sirius wasn’t going to deny himself such a luxury.

Though, he did feel a bit bad for poor James, he looked like he was about to combust from his efforts to restrain himself and remain seated.

Letting the hand that was delicately wrapped around your neck drift and join his other—cradling your face slightly, your eyes opened to find Sirius’ directly infront of yours, the tips of his nose brushing over the skin of your cheek. His lips were only just ghosting over yours, something glimmering in his eyes as they ran over your entire face—and though he held your head in place, he could feel the way you leaned into his touch.

Draw to his lips.

And it did nothing to quell his already inflated ego.

He was tempting—teasing you with another kiss, tilting his head when his tongue darted out to wet his flushed lips. Voice so low the vibrations sent a shiver through you—

“Mmmm, think Jamie wants a bit of your attention, sweetheart,”

Only then did you remember it was more than just you and Sirius in the room together, turning your head to find both James and Remus’ eyes already on you, burning so hot and intense you felt the air catch in your throat.

James’ self-control was already teetering on the edge, unravelling, thread by thread.

He was on you before you could even react, fingers slipping under your thighs as he pulled your onto him and out of Sirius’ lap. The smallest of gasps escaped you, fingers curling into his shoulders—your lips still buzzed with the remnants of Sirius’ kiss, and the heat of James’ palms as they gripped your thighs only added fuel to the small pit burning in you.

An amused chuckle sounded from beside you, Sirius, watching as you melted so easily against him, watching the way James’ eyes scanned you, as if sizing you up, like a predator evaluating his meal before pouncing.

James didn’t acknowledge his watchful gaze, or Remus’. He couldn’t take he eyes off you, not even for a second—his lips were so close to yours, almost touching, almost connected. Your breath fanned over the surface of his skin, leaving you in small huffs before you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes, innocent—bleary.

"You’re coming with me," he purred, voice honeyed, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

He adjusted his grip, one arm secure under your legs, the other braced against your back as he lifted you up both up and off of the sofa forcing the air left your lungs in a startled gasp—carrying effortlessly through the dimly lit corridor.

"Jamie!”

He cut you off with a kiss. Slow, deliberate, his lips pressing to yours as he’d been starved of touch this whole time. His steps never faltered, even as your fingers found the tufts at the nape of his neck, tilting into him. He hummed into your mouth, tongue flicking teasingly against yours before pulling back just enough to grin at you.

Behind you, Sirius let out a low groan. "Now he’s just showing off."

Remus swallowed thickly, eyes tracing the curve of your throat—James’ mouth against it—the way your lips were still parted, dazed from the kiss. Before he worked his way back to your lips, you saw the way Sirius leaned in to murmur something to Remus, a smirk playing at his lips as they followed after you.

You barely heard the way the door shut with a soft click behind you, the loud ringing of your pulse thumping in your ears—James' lips were still on yours—harder this time, fiercer, as if the kiss in the hallway had only stoked something raw—desperate inside him.

A startled sound left you as he backed you against the edge of the bed, his hands tightening where they held you. There was nothing soft in the way he kissed you now—nothing patient. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that stole your breath, a bruising kind of want that left no room for uncertainty.

A snall whimper built in your throat, fingers curling into his shirt, and he almost growled—a low, frustrated sound against your mouth.

"So pretty," he muttered, words hot against your lips before biting at your bottom one, pulling until you gasped. "Don’t go shy on me now."

The bed dipped beneath you as he settled between your legs, hands bracketing your hips, thumbs pressing into the bone. He kissed you again, tongue sweeping into your mouth, deeper this time—searching, devouring. When you hesitated, overwhelmed, he rocked against you once, slow and deliberate, his hips pressing into yours with enough pressure to make your head spin.

A gasp slipped past your lips, and he smirked, pulling back just enough to drink you in, his pupils blown wide.

“Thaaat’s it,” he murmured, dragging a hand up your side, slipping beneath your shirt to press his palm flat against your ribs. “You’ll let me teach you, won’t you, sweetheart?”

Your heart hammered beneath your chest, breath coming quick, body alight with something new—something ovewhelming an addictive. Setting the surface of your skin alight—you struggled to find air—nodding dazed, and James leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Atta girl.”

From the doorway, Sirius let out an appreciative hum. “Bloody hell, Jamie, and you were worried I’d break her,”

He only smirked into your skin before tilting his head back up, claiming your lips again, leaving no time for you to catch your breath. His lips moved against yours, rough, insistent. His hands travelling along you wildly, unable to stay in one place for long before he moved it, grasping and groping—leaving goosebumps in his touch’s explorative wake.

He kissed like he wanted to ruin you—like he needed to, like every ounce of restraint had snapped the moment he had you beneath him. Almost every part of James was pressed against you, not even a slither of space between you, his palm curling around the under side of your thigh, hitching your leg up to his hip. Molding your body against him—fingertips digging into the flesh as he essentially manhandled you.

His hips rolled against yours, slow at first—taunting, teasing. The friction sent a jolt of heat straight through you, a soft, unbidden whimper falling from your lips. James caught it with a groan, teeth scraping your bottom lip before he tugged, drinking in the sound like it had gone straight to his head.

“Yeah?” he rasped, pulling back just enough to watch your face, to see the way your brows knit together, the way your breath hitched and shuddered with every shift of his hips. “You like that, sweetheart?”

You could only nod, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground yourself as he rocked against you again—harder this time, his hips pressing down with delicious precision. The pressure was overwhelming, each slow grind setting your skin alight, winding something unbearably tight in the pit of your stomach.

"Words," his voice was hoarse, muffled against your jaw.

A breathless gasp tumbled out, but James didn’t let up. His hands slid under your shirt, thumbs brushing the bare skin of your waist, pressing into your ribs as he pinned you down, lips ghosting over your pulse—your body burned hot against his

"Come on, love," he purred, voice like silk, laced with something mean. "Let’s hear it."

Your nails dug into his arms, breath shuddering as he rocked into you again, dragging a strangled moan from your throat.

“James—”

“Mmmm,” he purred, pleased. "Knew you'd be good for me."

His praise made your head spin, warmth pooling low in your stomach. He kissed you again, swallowing every desperate noise that left your lips, his movements growing more insistent. Your thighs trembled beneath him, and you barely registered the low curse from beside you. Both Sirius and Remus had settled on either side of the mattress—watching in dark amusement, backs flush against the headboard.

Remus leaned over slightly, running his hand gently over your hair, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. ”This is more bullying than teaching, Prongs,”

James didn’t stop. Didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, he smirked against your lips, eyes hooded as he murmured, “She can take it.”

Remus just swallowed thickly, exhaling a slow, hitching breath. His eyes wandering over both your figures, locking where James was grinding against you, discipline fraying with every moment because—fuck, you looked so good together.

Sirius was no better in his observation, joining Remus in his inclined position—breath tickling your ear, michief flickering wildly behind his eyes “Can you feel Jamie, sweetheart? Making you feel good?” his voice was teasing and syrupy, a perfect contrast to the way James’ hips moved with rough, calculated force.

Your head rolled towards him when James finally gave your lips a break—focusing on your neck.

Half-lidded eyes, blinking slowly as you tried to focus your gaze on Sirius, mewls still spilling from your lips with each mean buck of James’ hips against your core.

Gods, could you feel him.

Not just his lips—frenzied, nipping and sucking at the jaw, not just his hands—rough in the way they pawed at every part of your, from the curved of your ass to your hips and breast. You could feel him, the outline of his bulge, harsh and merciless in its rocking against you—making the saliva pool in your mouth, mind racing with lewd thoughts that sent even more heat rushing to the tips of ears.

He forced out a gasping whine when his hands came to pull you closer, bringing your hips up to meet his rough grinds. Your eyes were still on Sirius, you were nodding to him almost frantically—words breathy on another shuddering exhale.

“Yeah…mmph—’so big,”

Sirius’ brows cocked up into a suprised arch, always quick with his words until now, lips parting while he searched for a comeback and failing—a chuckle of disbelief falling from his lips, spreading into a grin.

If the combination of your moans and the delicious friction didn’t have James’ head spinning, your breathy little admission surely did the trick. His groan was deep, reverberating through his chest as he dropped his forehead against your shoulder, breath hot and uneven against your skin—rocking into you harsher, with more vigor, each rough grind sending little jolts of pleasure through you, making your body jolt lightly up the bed with the force of it.

The rough drag of his body against yours had you gasping, back arching as he set a pace that was utterly devastating. Each grind sent a pulse of pleasure through your core, stoked the warmth curling deep in your belly, made your thighs tremble where they bracketed his hips.

Sirius let out a low chuckle beside you, shaking his head in amusement. “Fuck, Prongs. You’re really set on breaking her in, aren’t you?”

James didn’t answer—too focused, too caught up in the warmth of you beneath him, in the way you gasped and clung to him with every deliberate roll of his hips. He was consuming you, and you let him, losing yourself in the sensations, in the deep pull of desire, in the way James knew exactly how to pull you apart.

Remus, lounging beside Sirius, exhaled a slow, measured breath. His eyes were sharp, intense, tracking every little reaction you gave, each quiver of your breath—your dazed expression. Letting out a half-exasperated sigh, the hint of a smirk curling at his lip, he shook his head. “James,” he chided, voice laced with amusement, “you shouldn’t ravish the poor girl.”

James groaned into your shoulder, pressing his weight against you one last time, rolling his hips in a way that had your breath catching in your throat. "I don’t hear her complaining," he muttered smugly. The warmth in his voice sent another wave of heat rolling through you, had your fingers tugging at his shirt like you wanted him closer even though there was no space left between you.

And yet, reluctantly, he pulled back, shifting onto his knees between your legs. His gaze flickered over you—your parted lips, the dazed, needy expression on your face, the way your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Your legs were still spread around him, your skin flushed, lips swollen from kisses and your own unrestrained biting, top rucked up to expose the smooth expanse of your stomach.

You were wrecked—and they hadn’t even truly touched you yet.

Sirius made a sound low in his throat, something between a chuckle and a groan, dark eyes flicking over your form like he was committing every little detail to memory.

James swallowed, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip—maybe he had got a bit carried away. Exhaling a breath, he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, before finally shifting off you.

You barely had time to mourn the loss of his warmth before Remus moved, adjusting the pillows behind him before gently coaxing you up, guiding you to settle back against his chest. His arms around you, solid and warm, and the moment you leaned into him, a small gasp caught in your throat.

Because you felt it.

The hard, undeniable press of his arousal against your back, heat searing through the layers of fabric still between you. Your breath hitched, body going stiff for a fraction of a second before you melted against him, fingers unconsciously curling into the material of his trousers.

A deep hum rumbled through Remus’ chest, and his lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low and thick. “Y’alright, dove?”

He only felt you nod against him, still drinking in small breaths of air.

Chuckling softly, his hands smoothed over your thighs in slow, soothing motions, giving you time to come back into the room fully. After a few moments your breath evened he spoke again, “Wanna keep going?”

The question sent a fresh rush of heat flooding through you, but you nodded again, significantly more eager. He hummed lowly, palms still kneading your flesh, before slipping up, ghosting over the skin of your stomach. Tilting head to look down at you, he could see the way your lips were still flushed, a huffed chuckle punctuating his sentence—

“How about…we give your lips a bit of a break, love?” his lips just barely grazing your temple.

You still couldn’t trust your voice, humming in approval, tongue flicking lightly over your lips.

Sirius, who had settled beside you on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, let his fingers ghost over your leg, the touch barely there—teasing, absentminded touches that made your breath hitch. His gaze was dark, intruiged, dragging over your form with something keenly observant—like he was watching very closely for every little reaction you gave.

Remus shifted slightly behind you, hands sliding under the hem of your top, coaxing you to lift your arms. His movements were slow, patient, giving you time to stop him, but when you didn’t—when you let him—he hummed in approval, slipping the fabric up and over your head, baring you further to their hungry gazes.

The air kissed your newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps in its wake, and suddenly, you felt so aware of yourself—of the way their eyes were drinking you in, of the way Sirius’ tongue swiped over his bottom lip, of the way James’ breath hitched just slightly.

Sirius let out a low whistle, a slow, easy grin tugging at his lips. “Damn, sweetheart,” he mused, voice teasing but dripping with appreciation. “You’ve been hiding that from us all this time?”

Heat rushed to your face, but before you could stammer out a response, Remus exhaled a quiet chuckle against your skin.

Letting his palms smooth over your sides, murmuring his approval into your skin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your ribs, his touch feather-light, teasing. Sirius and James just watched, fascinated, as Remus took his time, dragging his fingers over the delicate lace covering your chest, gaze flickering over your figure.

Remus’ voice was softer now, a quiet murmur, honeyed and lightly laced with desire.

“I have something I want to learn, too.”

You almost didn’t notice the way his fingers trailed down your body, skin prickling at the back of your neck when Remus started toying with the waistband of your trouser. Only just slipping the pads of his fingers underneath the edge before pulling away again, testing, and each time his did—air catches in your throat.

His lips brushed against your ear, voice patient but filled with quiet intent.

“Do you want these off?”

You swallowed thickly, your gaze flicking downward, watching the way his fingers played with the fabric one again—waiting, asking.

Answering with a trembling breath, “Yes…please.”

Sirius hummed in approval, his grin slow and lazy as he sat up, his fingers joining Remus’ as they worked together to ease you out of the fabric, their touches warm and reverent.

“Hmmm, such good manners,” His praise was a murmur against your temple, a quiet rumble of satisfaction that had a shiver running down your spine.

Remus’ gaze never wavered, his fingers tracing along your newly bared skin, watching, studying, soaking in every little shiver, every sharp intake of breath, every unconscious tilt of your hips. His thumb ghosted over your hipbone, over the top hem of your panties and them under the one that hugged the seam of your thighs.

Touches slow and tentative, so much so that your almost forgot to breath—eyes following his fingers just as much as James and Sirius’.

Remus’ other hand skimmed lower, teasing at the inside of your knee, coaxing your legs to part just a little wider, making nonsense patterns into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. The pads of the fingers on his other hand, just barely grazing over the front of your clothed core. And though he couldn’t see it directly, he could feel it—the small wet spot the had formed, spreading and darkening the colour of the fabric.

Your eyes had already shut at the contact, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end—teeth sinking into the flesh of your barely settled, swollen lips. Hands by your sides, balling into small fists as Remus lightly glided over the fabric for what felt like forever.

Already squirming restlessly at the ghostly touch.

And when he finally—finally—dipped his hand under, you sucked in a sharp, trembling breath. Body tensing, ridgid in his hold, his palm was so hot against your skin and your mouth felt impossibly dry when you tried to swallow—rid yourself of the lump that had formed in your throat.

Remus was still careful, watching each twitch of your thighs, each skipping rise and fall of your chest—viligant. He’d still barely done anything. Just cupping you, hums of approval rumbling in his chest at the way your core practically drooled over his fingers.

The steady pulse of your heartbeat sounding in your ears almost drowning out his words, “f-fuck dove, you’re soaked,”

Your muscles burned from the strain, using every cell in your brain to not buck helplessly into his hand. It was torturous really. The way he kept his hand firmly pressed against your folds, unmoving, the way he muttered against your neck, “so wet,” pausing between each word to press a kiss to your skin.

Relishing in the way your body shuddered against his, burning hotter at the moments pass—he hadn’t originally intended to tease you so, but the small whimpers that built in your throat with each squirm just tempted him too much.

The way you chewed at your bottom lip, brows arched and pinched on your forehead as you melted into him—relishing in how sensitive you were, how responsive your body was to his words.

“y’this messy just for us, dove? Mmmm, we’re so lucky,”

Both James and Sirius hum appreciatively from beside you, your eyes were still screwed shut, but you were sure their eyes were stuck on your middle—watching attentively as Remus finally moved his hand, just slightly dragging a finger through your slit, twitching in his hold. Thighs instinctively shifting to close when Sirius’ hand caught you, hand coaxing your thighs to part further.

Your head fell back onto Remus’ shoulder the second he moved his hand, even the slightest bit of friction sending waves of pleasure over your body. A gasping whine rushing past your lips, “rem,”

His other palm was pressed flush against your skin, comfortable under the hem of your panties—massaging lightly into your hip bone. Smirking into your skin as your hips raised off of the mattress slightly—pushing into his touch, pads of his fingers just barely gliding over your swollen bundle of nerves.

Sirius’ smirk widened, fingers dragging feather-light over your thigh, gaze flickering from your core to Remus as he mused lowly, “Didn’t realise you were such a sadist, Moony,”

The corners of Remus’ lips split into a wolfish grin as he finally decided to relent, ending your torment by making a single pressurised flick over your clit—your body jolted in his hold at the feeling. A soft whimper of his name leaving slipping out, and it had him twitching shamelessly in his trousers.

With each deliberate, languid roll of your bud against his fingers had your hands gripping harshly at the sheets beside you, walls spasming and clenching around nothing. And Remus could feel it, the throb of your core against him—smirking against the dip of your neck. Drinking in the small pants that fell from your lips, each heave your chest—letting one of his hands trail leisurely up your torso taking a mean handful of your breast.

Kissing a path up to your ear, lips ghosting over the shell—earning a particularly sweet gasp when one finger circled your entrance, the low, candied cadance his voice took had you struggling to swallow the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Nipping gently at your earlobe between his words—

“Wanna learn…how…to make you…feel good, pet.”

He’d effectively turneed your brain into mush, sucking in a shuddering breath when his pushed in a finger, producing an obscene squelch that had Sirius’ adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Your head rolled slightly, brows twitching in the arch high on your forehead, unable to focus on anything other than the slow drag, the in and out and in out of his long strokes—

”G’na let me take care of you?”

God you could barely breathe, every sense overwhelmed, pressed firmly against Remus—splayed out on the mattress surrendered, at his mercy. And you could feel the pressure, the way all the eyes in the room were on you, trained to where you Remus’ hand pumped, tantalisingly slow.

Remus chuckled lightly behind you at the delirious little nods you made, followed by a satisfied hum—drunk on the way you clenched around him, practically gushing around his single digit. Walls fluttering around him when he pushed all the way in, knuckle deep—and it knocked almsot all the wind out of you.

Body slumping into him, squeezing your eyes shut impossibly tighter as your mewls bounced and echoed off the walls, “f-fuck—rem, ngh,” almost overshadowing the lewd wet sounds coming from your middle.

Thighs trembling forcefully when he worked another finger past the tight ring of muscles, jaw hanging loose—moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips. Unable to keep your body still, grinding against his hand. The stretch was immaculate, dizzying and it had the coil in the pit of your stomach twisting even tighter.

You barely heard the groan from beside you, just feeling the cold air against your folds, Remus had uncovered you, panties pulled lazily to the side. And you had no time to feel shy at the sudden exposure, because his was back to bullying his digits into you, fingers curling into your plush walls, searching for that one-

“Mmpfh! Hngh-”

Spine forming a delicious arch, jaw falling slack as Sirius inched closer to you, pressing small nibbling kisses into the flesh of your inner thigh, “—shit, so gorgeous, love,” taking his time to suck a small mark into your skin. Gaze shifting to James, who was just as breathless as you, palming his own tented trousers beside Remus, a smirk splitting onto his lips at the sight, “Look,”

Remus was reeling his two fingers back, all the way, just barely leaving them kissing the surface of your folds—spreading them slightly—a clear sheen of slick coating his fingers. Giving them a meer moment to admire you before plunging back in.

Rough pads of his finger prodding ruthless against that spot—over and over, like he was addicted to the fluttering clench of your walls around him. High on the sweet whines that spilled from you.

Muttering against your pulse, “Yeah, sweetheart? Right there?” grinning into your skin.

Your mind was scattered, chanting your hips up into his hand, desperate—feverish. The steady curling push push push had your eyes rolling into the depths of your skull, Sirius’ voice sounded far away, muffled—vaguely computing his words, “fuck, thaaat’s it, angel—you close?”

It was so overwhelming, the invasive heat that spread beneath your skin, the room practically spinning around you when you forced your eyes to open just a slither. Immediately met with Sirius’ hooded gaze, his smirk spreading wider across his lips, your fingers twitched endlessly at your sides.

Body jittering as the coil in your stomach wound tighter as the seconds passed—it wasn’t until Remus brought his thumb over your throbbing bundle of nerves, rubbing tight little circles in time with the rough prods he pushed against that spot—that your thighs threatening to clamp shut around his hand at the stimulation.

A sinfully sweet cry forcing its way out of your mouth, Sirius watched as tears sprung in your eyes, prying your thighs apart—and you heard Remus’ voice distantly in your ears, taking his own leg over yours to keep you in place,

“No, no, no keep them open, pet. Wanna make you feel good,”

He could feel the way you squeezed and pulsed around him, hips bucking wildly into his palm, choked incoherent whines filling the room. Sirius still littering marks over your thighs—his eyes flickering between you and James, who was desperately fisting his length in time with Remus’ hand—jaw slacked, huffing out breathless pants.

Tears clung to your lashes, teetering dangerously close to the edge, writhing in Remus’ hold—mattress creaking lowly, a lewd little staccato with the squelches from below.

Eyes rolling into the back of your head before squeezing shut—pushing tears out the corners of your eye. Desperately scrambling for purchase, anything to keep you tethered to the room.

Sirius interlocked one hand with yours, the other—clawing at Remus’ forearm as he worked to push you over the edge, words hypnotising and honeyed.

“you’re okay, sweetheart—that’s it, taaake it,”

Bringing his lips to suck a small bruise into the thin skin behind your ear, body seizing in his hold, forming a delicate little arch as your jaw slacked. Wanton babbles leaving you as the coil in your stomach snapped—high washing over you, stars clouding your vision. A string of strangled gasps “hngh—rem, so—remus,” spilling out.

Your eyes snap open, a broken little sob leaving you when his fingers didn’t stop—hips bucking away from his touch while he worked you through your high, muttering against your temples, “Goood girl, keep cumming f’me,” shuddering in his hold, the mantra of his name heavy on your lips even after you slacked into him.

Aftershocks wracked through you in quiet tremors, your body boneless against the mattress as your heartbeat echoed like waves in your ears—loud and steady and a little unmoored. Remus stayed holding you, murmuring soft praise as he slowly pulled out, careful and gentle with every motion.

He pressed small, fluttering kisses over your shoulder, the corner of your neck—reverent and grounding. One hand brushing hair from your damp forehead, palms warm and steady.

“Did so well,” words low and soothing as he whispered “Just breathe, love. I’ve got you.”

You let out a soft, trembling exhale, too far under to say anything yet, but the way your fingers curled around his wrist was enough.

Sirius inched up beside you, head resting lightly on your stomach, thumb grazing the edge of your temple as he took you in. “Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured softly, “Y’alright? Still with us?”

You gave him the smallest nod, blinking up at him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. Sirius sighed, all fondness, and leaned in to kiss your cheek, the corner of your lips.

James murmured something about water and padded off to the kitchen, returning a minute later with a warm cloth in one hand and a glass that he helped you sip from carefully, brushing his fingers under your chin as you drank.

Remus took the warm cloth, gently tending to you—every swipe over your skin tender and attentive, whispering praise into the crook of your neck, your hair, your temple. Eyes fluttering closed as you basked in the warmth of their touch.

pt 3

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Disclaimer: This is my first time writing something like this, ever! but I recently saw Superman (2025), and I have not been right in the head since. I would love any feedback (Good or bad, but if its bad please be nice :D)

Summary: Superman has to save the world, so Clark Kent stands you up....again.

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, established relationship, angst, argument, kind of long, abrupt ending because it was 4 in the morning and I'm new to do this

From Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein to the framed graduation picture, you paced your living room from book shelf to book shelf. Your feet still ached from the high heels now thrown at the side of the couch, but still, you wouldn’t sit down. The amount of anxious energy from the last attempt was enough to fuel a space rocket. You walked back and forth desperate to boil away the gasoline scorching through your stomach. Try as you might, it was nowhere near enough.

As mad as you want to be, the frustrations hadn’t sunk as deeply as you needed. In a completely sadistic way you sharpened your emotions into a point, but still, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall on it. That kindle of selfishness couldn’t hold a candle against reason. Times like this you resented that damned journalism degree. You didn’t want reason. You didn’t want facts. You wanted cold hold emotions. Betrayal, dejection, anger. All of it! But, you knew what you were dealing with. Being stood up for the fifth time was included in the job description. It’s what came with being in love with Clark Kent—with being in love with Superman. 

8 months together, and it was still almost impossible to separate the two men in your head. Almost. Clark was a gentleman. From refilling the office’s coffee pot, even though he hated the stuff, to taking strays to shelters. He exuded every drop of apple pie his Ma ever fed him. He went above and beyond to care for anyone and everything and it leaked into his career. Both of them. It was a wonder no one connected the dots between him and Superman. Maybe it was the journalist in you, but when whittled down to their basic facts, they both encapsulated the most important part of humanity; kindness, but everything had a down side.

There was no life too small. No fight too big, especially if it was on the side of justice. It was honorable, admirable even, but you were just selfish enough not to care right now. If it wasn’t nuclear born Kaijus or other worldly aliens it was the next high-tech megacorporation looking to pollute an ocean. Your portfolio proved that you knew the ins and outs of sudden pivots. Plans changed on the drop of a dime—you know this, you lived in Metropolis just like him, but it didn’t numb you to disappointment. 

Maybe that’s what it was. Not frustration. Not anger. It was disappointment with the faintest dash of humiliation. Just remembering how you sat in that restaurant at a table for two looking at an empty chair made something twist in your stomach. Of course, you had been too proud to be embarrassed in front of people, but you saw the pity in their sideward glances. Even the poor waiter didn’t know what to do! After an hour of asking if you were ready to order, the two of you both silently agreed how awkward the situation was, so he never returned. Even when the place had cleared. Even when they were removing the wine glasses from the tables. He had the common decency to leave you be until you got the point. The very slow, excruciating, point. He wasn’t going to show up. Crazy that a random teenager in a penguin suit had enough kindness to spare your feelings, but Superman didn't. 

You heard the jingle of the keys before the door opened. A month ago, during a candlelight dinner in this very living room, you had placed the old spare in a velvet box. You both laughed for thirty minutes about the whole dramatically romantic ordeal. The memory wasn’t as cute now. You had imagined him knocking pathetically, only to snatch the door open ready for him to apologize. Now, instead, you had to somehow prepare yourself for him. You hardened your spine, crossed your arms, and dawned the toughest armor your ego could forge. 

He rushed into the living room, his wide and frantic search stopped on you. His dark, raven curls were still wind swept across his forehead so that a single curl dipped between his pinched brows. The top three buttons of his shirts were undone, the fabric just as crumbled as his slacks. All of his momentum crashed into the sight of your eyes. As he drank you in, his shoulders lifted and the panic in his face morphed into something else. 

“You look–” The compliment caught on his guilt. 

“I looked even better four hours ago.” You spat bitterly. 

He took the jab in stride. He dropped his suit jacket on the arm of the couch as he moved further into the room. The closer his heat got, the more it disgusted you. You stepped around the coffee table still messy with months worth of newspaper and forgotten mugs. It was barely enough space, but for right now, you imagined it was a wall thick enough that not even Superman could punch through. 

“I’m sorry. I was on the way, I was, but–

“But what? Something attacked City Hall? Lex up to his old tricks? Or was a cat stuck up a tree? Which excuse is it tonight, Clark?” You only asked to twist the knife deeper. You had news notifications on constantly, you saw the headline as soon as Jimmy hit publish. ‘Attack at the Edge of Metropolis’ What was fucking new?  

“That’s not fair,” He sighed, the exhale deflating his stance. 

“No, what’s not fair is me sitting alone in a restaurant all damn night waiting for you. What’s not fair is the amount of money I spent on this dress. I got my hair done for this Clark, and you didn’t even have the integrity to call me! That’s not fair.” You cut off your words before they went too wild. With a sharp breath, you sobered yourself enough to continue. “I was looking forward to tonight.”

“So was I!” He stepped towards you, all of his muscles begging to be near you, to touch you. You felt his call deep in her own skin. You fled from it. Every one of your nerves cursed you for being silly. Forget this. Go to him. It was strange how much of your sadness wanted to be in his arms. 

“What did you want me to do? People were going to get hurt.” Desperation tainted his conviction. As it threatened to corner your empathy, you snatched from the sadness clouding his eyes. It was your only line of defense. 

“And I got hurt. What about me, Clark? What about my feelings?” It sounded better in your mind. Less childish. Less selfish. Less combative, but you didn't want to be understanding tonight. Not tonight. You were always understanding. Superman had to be here. Superman had to be there. While you just had to wait. 

“I’m sorry! I truly am sorry, and I wish it could’ve happened differently, but there'll be more Saturdays. This won’t be our last date–

“That’s not the point,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Then what is?”

“How many more times am I going to get the short end of the stick? Hmm? How many dates do you need to miss before it matters—before my feelings matter?”

“You’re acting like I wanted to miss it! I wanted to be there!”

“Not enough to tell me apparently! Not even a call, Clark. A test. Nothing!”

“Oh forgive me, please!” He yelled sarcastically, throwing his hands up in faux surrenderious. “Sorry I couldn’t pause saving the world to send you a damn text!” 

There it was. That sour condescending tone only someone with his abilities could wear so easily. Of course it was the world. Not just the world, the universe even. He was an alien. A super powered being from a home so advanced and far off, of course he didn’t have time for the simple details of your relationship. In the battle between the world and you? It will always be the world. Rightly so. Who would ever try to deprive it of its greatest defender. You knew this, but you didn’t want a defender. You wanted Clark, and yet, everyone else needed Superman. It was your stupid ego that dared to think differently.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t—Look.” He shut his eyes tight, holding his hands out as if he was grasping at what was left of your civility. “I do care about your feelings. I always care about you.”

“When you say ‘I’ , who are you talking about?” You looked him hard in the eye. He flinched away from the question.

“What does that mean?” He straightened himself defensively. 

“Who wants to be with me? You or Superman, because right now, it feels like neither one of you do.”

“How could you say that?” He shook his head. “I told you who I was for a reason. I was always honest with you, always, and you agreed.”

“And maybe that was my first mistake.” The words fell from your lips before you could catch them. He shut his mouth into a straight line, the corners of his lips twisted downwards. Clark wore his emotions on his sleeve. You’d memorized every inch of his happiness, every mile of his frustration, but pain? His pain?  It was a strange, ugly, thing. To see him it felt like watching the sun crumble. How can someone so grand, so powerful, be rendered to nothing just by your words alone. It was a power you didn’t know he had gifted you, and at the second of its discovery, you realized you didn’t deserve it.

“Honey,” he said through a shaky breath. He dropped his hand, eyes avoiding yours. “Let’s just talk about this when we’ve both calmed down. It’s been a long night, and we’re both tired. We can uh–How about–How about we order take out and just relax. Alright?”

Take out had worked over petty squabbles. Silly fights like who left the empty milk carton in the fridge or who hadn’t wiped the water off the bathroom floor. This wasn’t that. This was a peek into the relationship’s future. A glimpse at its doom. Would this happen every time he missed a big moment? What if you went further? What if you got pregnant? What will he say to your child sad that their dad missed another milestone? How would you make them understand if you couldn’t? Pain choked the inevitable answers. You felt sick. No. You felt stupid. 

“I think you should go, Clark.” You turned away from him. If you even got a glimpse of him, it would chisel away at your own brash, stupid, resolve. That was the problem, this relationship was clouding your mind. You worked in facts. Cold. Hard. Facts. This was never going to work. It never could.  

“Sweetie–”

“Please.” You repeated firmly. 

He stood trapped in the tense silence shrouding the distance between you two. Your heart clung to those moments utterly opposing your mind. Your chest tightened in a weak attempt to drive your body towards he’s, to forget this and dive deep into his warmth, but your mind knew better. While your love lived in the now, your common sense forged to the future. It sprinted towards reality. Still, it wasn’t your mind that hurt as he walked away. It wasn’t your mind that broke when he slammed the door.

You didn’t know what time it was. For the first time you had left your phone two rooms away. It was still dark outside, the busy street below gone quiet. Exhaustion gripped your bones, and despite your eyes being just as tired, they wouldn’t stay shut for too long. Every time the darkness got too wide the argument replayed over and over. Each time it scrounged up all the regret and guilt your ego had been too blind to acknowledge. You had been unfair. You had hurt him in the name of your own sick form of justice. Superman would never. Clark would never, but he had always been better than you. 

You curled up beneath the sheets just barely on the edge of the bed. You bought it online fresh out of college, it was your first real adult purchase. You spent months terrified that it had bed bugs, but it was yours until recently. You pressed your nose into the pillow taking big gulps of his aroma. Pine, Amber, and a hint of sandalwood. It wasn’t just your bed anymore. It wasn’t just your apartment.

The more you looked around the room, the more traces of him you discovered. His tie was thrown over the top of the closet door. The suit jacket hung up on the corner of it. An old pair of glasses sat shattered on the nightstand. You thought about all your shoes, sweaters, and paperwork left at his place. When had your lives merged so completely? How would you even untangle them?

You heard the clink of the front door lock. Your heart hammered through your body though you knew exactly who was walking towards your room. You knew the weight of his steps, the cadence of his stride. He could hunch his shoulders all he wanted, he could never disguise that otherworldly gate. 

Your bedroom door opened with a faint hum. He stopped at the threshold, and you tucked away the relief before it could turn to hope. You listened as he took his shoes off. A breath later, the opposite side of the bed dipped under his weight. The two of you waited like this for what felt like hours until he finally spoke. 

“I should’ve listened to you,” He said, his voice just above a whisper. “I got defensive, when I should’ve just listened…and for that, I’m sorry.” You didn’t dare speak, too terrified of shattering the already delicate moment. 

“But,” he continued a little louder this time. “You hurt me too. I don’t just tell people who I am, and when I do, it’s because I care about that person, and for you to dismiss that like it’s nothing? It hurt. I know this is hard, I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I know I care about you more than anything in this world. And,” He swallowed. “If you want, I’ll give it all up right now.”

Your head whipped over your shoulder. You expected to find his eyes, instead, he sat with his back turned towards you hunched over his own knees. You hardly believed what he just said.

“Give up what?” You asked breathlessly. 

“Superman.” He repositioned himself so that he looked at you. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation marring those crystalline blue eyes you loved so much. “I’ll be done with it, right now.”

“Clark,” You sighed, defeated. This is what you wanted, right? More of Clark Kent, and only Clark Kent, right? So why did it feel like you were going to throw up.

“I mean it. I will.”

It scared you just how much he believed himself. It horrified you that you had pushed him to that conclusion. Yes, you were angry, but–but he needed to be Superman just as much as he needed to be Clark and Kal-El.  It was those three people that created the best person this world had ever seen. The best person you’d ever seen.

“That’s–That’s not what I want.” You sat up against the headboard. His brows pinched together in confusion, and you didn’t blame him. Your emotions were all over the place. He didn’t deserve the burden of making sense of them, especially not alone. 

“I was just upset. My feelings were hurt, and I wanted to take it out on you. I would never–ever–ask you to give up any part of yourself. You deserve to do what you do best, and that’s protecting whoever and whatever you want, when you want. It’s what makes you you, it’s why I–” You caught the words on the tip of your tongue. You continued before he dared to notice the hesitation. “The world needs Superman. I just wanted a little more Clark. That’s it.”

“But you have all of me.” He stood only to sit himself closer to you. He took your hand into his lap. “Every time I’m out there, every moment I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. I’m wondering what you’re doing, if you’re safe, if you’re alright. Even tonight. It crushed me to know you were waiting for me, and I couldn’t be there.” Pain flashed behind his eyes. He stilled it away, replacing it with determination. “And I’ll make it up to you. I promise. We can go out the next five Saturdays. I’ll talk to Chief, pick up some extra hours, and I’ll even call Guy, see if he and the guys can take over–

“Clark, Clark, Clark.” You squeezed his hands urging him to calm down. He would never convince Chief of that, but the idea still brought a smile to your face. “Let’s just breathe for tonight, and tomorrow we can talk it through over some take out. Ok?” It was the only olive branch you had left, he was hesitant though. He searched the request for any cracks, he would find none.

“Ok.” He nodded weakly. 

“Ok.” You smiled cupping his jawline. It brightened him until he finally smiled again. Suddenly, your whole body remembered why you liked him so much. He was always so understanding, so forgiving, even when he deserved to be everything but.  

You leaned forward and he took over the rest. His perfect pink lips pressed softly against yours. The kiss was a shy thing, both of  you testing the shallowing waters of your pain. The next kiss felt more familiar. A gentle firmness that overwhelmed even the hardest parts of your nature. An agreement to forgive. 

His tongue grazed against your lips, and without hesitation, you let him in. You tasted each other, lapping desperately at the saccharine warmth of one another’s mouth. One of his arms looped around your waist hoisting you closer to him, the other hand rested heavily on your stomach. 

His touch anchored you deeper into the moment and away from earlier. Gone was the pain. Gone was the doubt. It was only him and the pull of his lips. Every roll of his tongue threw thick ropes of pleasure down your throat until they tightened at the base of your stomach. He broke away from you, his eyes dark and mesmerized. 

“Is it alright?” He cocked a brow as he pinched at the hem of your t-shirt--well his t-shirt. Laced beneath the pleasure in his gaze was a worry that you might say no. You wouldn’t dream of it. 

Slowly he helped you out of the shirt discarding it to the side of the bed. His eyes devoured the sight of your breast. He admired the way they fell. Appreciated the way they bounced. Worshipped how your nipples hardened against his touch. The languid desire in his gaze fueled the impatient fire between your legs. It needed to be stoked, tended to, and cared for by the only man capable. You cupped his jaw pulling him back to your mouth greedily. 

He traced every inch of your mouth, his right hand kneading into your breast while he leaned on the other. Your hard, sensitive nipples crested against the work-roughed lines of his palms, each caress waking another a moan from your throat. You pressed your back against the cool wood of the nightstand as he moved his hand down your stomach. Finally, he found the worn elastic of your panties. He pushed past the weak barrier diving deeper into the already moist cotton until his fingers found your waiting lips. 

He ran his featherlight touch down your wetness, spreading your excitement around until his fingers were drenched in it. On their own impatient accord, your legs opened wider, your hips rolled closer to his fingers so desperate to feel every digit of them, Your body trembled restlessly atop the anticipation of his touch. He finally caressed your clit and relief took you.

He slowed his tongue to match his hands. Each painfully slow rotation synced with the firm cadence of his fingers. He used your own wetness as a lubricant, massaging and twirling against your clit. Each graze sent ripples of ecstasy through your veins. 

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours. Lust painted his eyes, but it was too much for your insecurities. You shut your own suddenly so embarrassed to be caught in the moment. How silly you must look to him. Just hours ago you were ready to abandon him, now it felt like you could only survive with him inside of you.

“Look at me.” He demanded softly. You had no choice but to listen. You saw every ounce of regret and apology he could convey in this moment. His thick fingers slipped down to your entrance.

“I’m so sorry.” He plunged deep into your pussy. You gasped as your tight walls gave way to the width of them. They were thick and long enough to hit that inferno of pleasure that no other man had discovered before. He slid them in until the flat of his pressed against your clit. Deep within you he moved his middle and index finger back and forth into that insatiable blaze. 

“I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered against your lips. Your body had a mind of its own. Your hips grinded your swollen clit into the balls of his palm all the while forcing his fingers deeper into that delirious fire. The wet sounds of your pleasure echoed across the room mangled between whimpers and moans.

“Do you know how much I need you? Do you?”

“Clark,” You pleaded. If he kept touching you like this, kept saying stuff like that, you would come undone before you were ready. 

“I was terrified you were going to leave me. You can’t leave me, ok?” He watched as every twitch of bliss came across your face.

“I won’t leave you, I promise.”

“Can you forgive me, baby?” He dotted kisses down your cheek finding the sensitive flesh of your neck. It broke you. “Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you. I forgive you, Clark.” You moaned through the shivering waves of the orgasm. Stars sparked behind your tightly shut eyes, the sun itself rained down on your skin, fizzling across your body in mind numbing embers. 

He got up from you walking towards the edge of the bed leaving you feeling cold and empty. With every step he shed a piece of his own clothing until he stood stark naked in front of you. The warmth of the street lamps casted long shadows across his chiseled body. You admired his body just as much as he admired yours. 

His shoulders were broad, his arm muscles well defined and prominent. You followed  the crop of black chest hair all the way to the soft curls trailing down his six pack and far beyond. His head was the same pink as his lips. The veiny shaft thick and writhing. Your mouth watered at the sight of the pearlescent bead of precum dripping down onto your sheets. Your pussy clenched at the memory of him.

When he took hold of your ankles, he yanked you down the length of the bed, a small yelp leaving your throat. Weighed down by those glasses and that suit, you sometimes forgot the man hiding beneath it all. You weighed almost nothing to him. He could break your right here if you wanted, and God, did you want it. 

You spread your legs wide enough for him to crawl between them. He tucked his left arm under your shoulder blade propping you up. He held the back of your neck, tilting your head back at the perfect angle for his lips. His tongue found you again in a slower, softer dance. Hypnotic as it was, it couldn’t distract you from what was happening between your legs.

You felt the smooth firmness of his head moving down your slit. From hilt to head, he stroked his cock, lathering himself in the aftermath of your orgasm. You readied yourself for him, but it was always impossible. Every time felt like the first time. 

Slowly, he inched himself deep into you. With every move into your tightness his body shuddered, sharp breaths leaving his nose accompanied by pitiful sounding whimpers. The more he filled you, the harder it stung, but you wouldn’t dare show it. 

The two of you just laid there for a moment, allowing both of your bodies the time to adjust. He rested his cock inside of you until your walls finally softened around his thickness. It was all the permission he needed.

He moved in and out of you in one fluid stroke. You suppressed a wince allowing him to discover his own rhythm without the burden of  being gentle. His hold tightened on your neck with each tentative thrust.  Clark was kind in everything he did, so as much as his body wanted to take you like it needed to, he wouldn’t let it.

With each careful plunge into you, your pussy recognized the size of him. The pain subsided, replaced with a debilitating pressure. Moans claimed your mouths until you had no choice but to abandon the notion of kissing. His grip grew desperate as he rutted into you, grunts loud and untamed.  You felt each split second where he decided he had gone deep enough. It was just as frustrating for you as it was for him. Eventually he relinquished his hold, finding safer purchase on the headboard, the wood splintering against the weight of his control.

“I’m sorry–I’m trying–Oh my god, I’m trying. You just feel so good,” He said, biting hard into his lip. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, pride swelling against the feel of his cock. Only you could render the great Clark Kent into a whimpering mass. It fueled you like a drug, and you needed another hit. You rolled your hips to meet each one of his strokes forcing him harder and deeper. 

“Wait–No, please, wait. I don’t want—” His words shattered into a mess of moans. He allowed your three quick pumps before he snatched back control. “Fuck.” He gripped your hip, forcing you still. 

“I can take it, Clark,”  You promised.

He pressed his forehead to your, you could see the lust stained confliction in his eyes. He was always such a good boy, you didn’t deserve good tonight. “Please baby, just for tonight.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He pleaded more with himself than anything. 

“You could never hurt me, Kal.” 

You knew every one of his ticks—all of his triggers. You weren't as kind as him. You had no problem manipulating them to get what you wanted. And right now, you wanted every inch of Superman, every ounce of Clark, and every minute of Kal-El. There was nothing kind about his next thrust or the many after. He pounded deep into you fast and hard, forcing down every moan, whimper, or word in your throat. 

“I–Fuck––” You listened to the sweet music of your bodies coming together, to the wet smack of his cock slamming into you just like you craved. You had imagined what an uninhibited Clark felt like. You had rode your vibrator eager to simulate it, but you could never get close to this. It overwhelmed you. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breath through the impact of his cock hitting the wall of your cunt over and over and over again. 

You had to dig your nails deep into his back to claw yourself deeper into this reality. You were flying—no, you were floating over the world just a thrust away from space. 

“Are you ok? I’m not hurting you am I?” He threatened to slow down.

“Please–Don’t stop.” You cried out

“I won’t. I won’t stop baby,” His cock pounded into you again and again in quick thick relentless blows. He found every inch of your drenched, insatiable, cunt. It was too thick, too long, but your pussy clung greedily to every inch him. 

“Whatever you want–I’ll give it to you. You deserve it, you’re so perfect. God–I love–” His orgasm cut into his words. He spasmed in short, never ending tremors. You felt his cum fill you as he fucked through each slick rope of it.

“I can’t–I can’t stop. I won’t.” He whimpered relentlessly, all control lost from his grasp. “I thought I was going to lose you. I thought–” You cupped his face, thumbing away the tear sliding down his cheek. “I thought–

“You’ll never lose me, Clark.” You quieted away his doubts. “I love you.” 

You meant to say it over dinner tonight. You had wanted to say it weeks ago. It had even become a chore to stop yourself. Whenever you broke off at work, or when he kissed you goodbye, the words rested in your mouth as easily as he did. It felt good to finally say it. 

“You do?” His eyes went wide, voice went weak. 

“I love you, Clark. All of you.”

“I love you too,” He laughed. His weight shifted on top of her, he felt light all of a sudden. 

“I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He kissed your  nose. “I love you.” He kissed your  lips. He rained his love down on you, repeating it likes mantra, a belief system that controlled his every move. Those simple three words revitalized his cock harder and thicker in you. It started every thrust, ended every syllable. Your world began and ended at this moment. 

[songbirdseung]

pinky ring / sim jaeyun

synopsis: jake made you a promise to marry you when you two were toddlers. he would fake propose until he really did get down on one knee.

pairing: childhood besties jake x reader

wc: 1.1k

To your parents, it was all good fun. Seeing their child being proposed to by their childhood best friend at their favorite beach. Documentation was highly important to them, filming little you and little jake holding a candy ring pop in his hand, asking your hand in marriage. To them, it was adorable.

For young child you, you were petrified. At the time, your dad just gave a small talk on how to stay away from boys and you're definitely too young to get into a relationship. This happened when you called the actor on scene handsome when you were having a family movie night.

"We are too young Jake" pouting your lips, feeling bad for rejecting his proposal. Jake shrugs and hands you the ring pop anyway. "Fine, I'll just wait and get you a real ring".

That didn't last long because fast forward to the next year, he does it again. He has done it so much that for the next few following years, it had become an inside joke to everyone in your immediate family.

"You have rejected me for 4 years now" crossing his arms in a fit, Jake looks at you disappointed. "Maybe because we are only 12 years old?"

At this point, you aren't sure if he's doing this because he really wants to marry you or just to tease you and lead any guy interested in you far far away. Remembering all the instances where a boy would approach you during lunch and sit next to you and confess and say that they think you' re cute. There then comes Jake, wearing a smug smirk and says something along the lines of "I'm actually her future husband, please go away".

It makes you think about how you could never get away from Jake and his antics.

Even when you guys reached your teenage years, almost reaching adulthood, Jake never dropped the fake proposal joke. Like on your 19th birthday, at the restaurant he took you both to, he claims how he's your boyfriend and he's planning to propose soon, the waiter thought he was weird for saying that he wanted to propose soon with you sitting right there but nonetheless, he gave you both free desserts.

You thought at by the age of 14, he'd stop since you both are going through puberty, his feelings would change and he'd drop it due to his own pride and embarrassment, but no.

Now you both were 20, if you had to count how many fake proposals Jake has done over the years, it would reach 100.

"You can't say that we are too young, we're both legal adults and we basically known each other our whole lives." You turn over to him and flick his forehead, causing him wince in pain and shoo you away from him. "You're mean"

"You're the one that wants to marry me, so get used to it"

"Oh, so you're playing along now" He removes his hand from his head and pokes your side. "After years, you're finally warming up to the idea"

"Keep that up, I won't be anymore" Once you said that you realize how you didn't even deny it. Looking back at Jake who went back to playing video games, you take in his appearance and guide your eyes to follow the lines that make his side profile.

Jake was good looking, you knew that. He's always been the apple of your eye since you two were kids, then as you got to know him, his humor, personality, and behavior kind of sealed the deal for you.

"If you keep staring at me, I might disintegrate."

"Then, who is going to marry me?"

"We're still on that? I thought you didn't want to?"

"Make me your girlfriend and I'll rethink it" Now it was your turn to cause a ruckus in Jake's mind. He pauses the game and looks over to you, reading your expression wondering if you were serious or not.

That night, Jake stayed over. Unlike the other past sleepovers that you two had, this one was different because the way you cuddle into him now, it felt different. He was always yours and until now, just a different kind. He was now your boyfriend, not boy-friend.

With your dynamic and bond with Jake, it felt like sunshine and rainbows most of the times, being around each other all the time and knowing each other too well, you always found ways to fix things or any miscommunication that would come along.

Transitioning to relationship from friendship was surprisingly easy from the outside perspective but the thing with you and Jake was he was always a gentleman and treated you right and how you deserved to be treated, and of course vice versa.

When you told your mom the news, she did not show any surprised reaction, simply telling you how she saw it coming and was just waiting for this moment to happen, you dad shared a similar reaction, happy that it was Jake to be the one you were dating.

Fast forward to a whole year of dating Jake. People would say that you two were like a fairytale love, match made in heaven, meant for each other, all that. "Hey yn, maybe you should do that trend where you call Jake your husband"

"I'm pretty sure he's already seen that on tiktok, no?"

Still, even if he did, you were going to do it just to see his reaction. That same day, you two meet up after your last class ended. Waiting for you somewhere in the university's campus, you run up to him and give him a hug. "Someone missed me?"

In the car ride home, you guys both agreed to stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out. Which was a perfect time to put your little prank in action. Just like everyone else, after placing your order, you ask Jake what he wants and tell the waiter. "Then my husband would like ___"

Once the waiter leaves, you finally take notice of Jake who is wide eyed, staring at you in awe. "There's no way you just called me that" To say he was a lovesick puppy after that was an understatement.

But now since you called him that, you have to keep calling him that. Because if you call him or introduce him as your boyfriend, he'll act surprised and startled. "Are you asking for a divorce?" "Do you not love me anymore?" "I thought I was your husband?" to name a few.

"I'm gonna have to propose now, for real this time"

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

—CUPID IS SO DUMB!

synopsis ; everyone says that they would be a terrible person to date, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

ft ; kenma kozume, osamu miya

cw ; afab!reader, swearing

now playing ; cupid by fifty fifty

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

kenma was basically the joke of your school. sure, he was on the volleyball team, and they had made it to nationals, but he was…well, he was practically just begging to flip burgers for the rest of his life.

he was a video game addict, had no friends outside of the volleyball team, and probably never went outside in his free time. sure, he had decent grades, but nowadays, unless you’re in the top 10% of the grade, a good college surely won’t accept you.

no one in their right mind would date him, right? he wasn’t even that good looking either. short, monstrous posture, long and unkept hair…who in their right mind would date someone like him?

right, who would ever date him?

who would ever date him?

who would—

…

you would.

you never really saw anything wrong with kenma. he wasn’t bad looking in your opinion; in fact, you found him cute. you enjoyed video games as well, so you would enjoy playing with someone else.

you weren’t the most popular at school either anyways, so you’ve always had the occasional thought of dating kenma. but your last straw was when the annoying bitches in your grade who didn’t know how to shut up finally declared that “both kenma and (y/n) are so weird and ugly! they’re never gonna get married.”

fuck it.

“hey, kozume.”

“hm?”

he didn’t look up from his console, but you could see the slight stiffening of his hands. “you wanna, uh, like, y’know…um, go out together sometime?”

kenma’s entire body froze, the console nearly dropping from his hands. he stayed silent, and for a moment, you almost regretted doing this. but you had to do this for your own self-satisfaction. “we can go to a video game store or something after school.”

“wuh— why?” finally, some sort of response. poor guy; you were definitely freaking him out. you silently apologized to him in your mind.

“you clearly like video games n’ stuff, and we’re both quiet, so we’re pretty similar already.” you fidgeted with your fingers, managing a small smile.

“…sure.”

was it only supposed to be a one-off thing just to spite the bothersome bitches in your grade? yes. but kenma was actually pretty good company at the game store, giving you recommendations—though he was still rather quiet.

one date turned to five. five dates turned to ten. ten dates turned to twenty. though most of them were netflix or video games and chill dates. before you knew it, you really had fallen for kenma. and now that you think about it, those people sure were idiots for refusing to date kenma, because he treats you better than their asshole boyfriends treat them.

“here.” kenma placed a plastic bag onto your desk, face hidden with his hair.

“what’s th—“ you opened the bag, and seeing a box inside, you opened the box and saw what was perhaps the most heavenly piece of apple pie you had ever seen. “KENMA! IS THIS FOR ME?!”

“yeah. you always forget to eat breakfast, and my mom made apple pie, so…” kenma shuffled his feet.

“you’re the best! i love you!”

and so the gossip went from the both of you never being able to find someone to the both of you being a cringy couple who wouldn’t last. bold of them to talk, considering how they have more hookups and relationships than you can count on both your fingers and toes.

but oh well. let’s see who has the last laugh now, when you have a husband who is a successful streamer and the ceo of the bouncing ball corps.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

you hated atsumu miya. that was a fact known to all. you were paired up with him once for a project, and he did absolutely nothing. he always claimed that he had volleyball practice, which was probably true, so you couldn’t blame him for that, but he was so self-centered. he only knew how to talk about himself. he was so annoying.

but the worst part? you knew fucking well that if he put in even a little bit of effort into the project, you both could have gotten a higher score than a 70. he was smart, no doubt about it, but lord was he annoying.

for a long time, you thought his twin osamu miya wasn’t much better. he was too nonchalant about everything, he only cared about food—which you could somewhat relate to, considering how you were a food lover as well—, and he doesn’t know how to properly discipline is annoying ass brother. handling him in a purely physical manner will not help atsumu’s behavior in the slightest.

and great, you were paired up with osamu for a project. at least unlike atsumu, osamu invited you over to his house in order to work on the project. you had been in his room, flipping through your notes feverishly to try and find something useful.

“want some dorayaki?” osamu asked, holding out the bread to you. your jaw dropped, stopping the flipping of pages for a few moments.

“you’re offering food? maybe you’re not a big back after all.”

“nah, this is tsumu’s. if you don’t want it, i’ll have it.” he said, nudging his head at atsumu’s desk right next to his. “he’s just dumb and he left it there on his desk.”

you laughed, taking the bread from his hand. “i take it that you’re not the most fond of your twin? well, i mean, clearly not considering how you beat him up all the time at school.”

“he’s still my brother. he’s an idiot though.”

although osamu wasn’t the brightest, you did get a much better grade on a project with him than his brother. plus, osamu was way funnier and had even offered you food. you know what, maybe he wasn’t nearly as bad as you had thought.

“want some?” osamu asked on a random day during lunch, holding out a large onigiri to you. “i made it, so i don’t really know if i can guarantee if it’s good or bad.”

you snatched the onigiri from his hand. “i literally love you so much.” you exclaimed. looks like the term ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ works with women too. “literally marry me.”

“oh wow.”

you weren’t thinking when you had declared such a thing when you both weren’t even dating, but osamu surely was. staring at you as you ate, he did think that it would be pretty nice being married to you.

at home, atsumu walked to the kitchen and gave osamu a sour look. “you’re such a simp. is your rizz literally just cooking? man, bro is down bad.”

“shut the fuck up, tsumu. you wish you have any rizz outside of your looks.” osamu snapped back, molding rice into a triangle shape and eating any excess rice left over.

well, osamu was right about making you fall for him through your stomach. because a few years later, you’re standing at the altar, shoving wedding cake into each other’s mouths.

[deadghosy]

Since your stuck I decided to help you out with the power of creativity!

How would characters of Hazbin Hotel react to Swan/Duck reader it's branching from penguin reader with how she got stuck in hell for a while

The power mainly focuses on them flying and wind magic ect!

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X DUCK! READER

Warning: yandere themes.

prompt: a common mistake made your life eventual as people started to fawn over you

You were supposed to be in heaven…BUT NOOOO, they sent you to hell because they mistook you for someone else. They could’ve just said they were full like a night club…

So now you are in a pond swimming around peacefully. But there’s always a man with a hat and an apple cane that comes to see you literally everyday. You don’t know who he is, but he got attached badly. He would bring bread and show you rubber ducks with an awkward smile.

You just go over to him and eat the bread. You never learned how to talk since birth since your mother abused you. Being jealous of your pure soul and natural beauty. She always told you to shush. Making the sour taste in your mouth sting to never talk.

Eventually the man introduced himself as Lucifer, that’s when it hit you that this man was the first fallen angel, and king of hell. He must have seen your eyes widen in shock. “You can understand me?” He asked you as he scratched under your beak making you lean in his touch. You nodded as he smiles showing his sharp teeth.

“That’s even bettter.” He said

Two days after that, you were literally sleeping when you woke up to feel two hands pick you up, it was Lucifer who cooed at your drowsy face as he takes you to a hotel. Were you finally getting a place to stay instead of outside?

“Listen, my daughter has a dream…to redeem sinners…I wanna believe in her, but our people chose to make hell this way.” He says with a somber look. He took you inside to see basically a female version of Lucifer but more cheery looking as she gasped at you. “Dad? Is that the duck you’ve been talking about?! Aww they’re soooo cute!” She says as she holds you.

And that’s your story of how now you are basically part of the hotel’s family.

I imagine you just getting prince/princess treatment everyday from the hotel and Lucifer himself as he literally trims your duck fur as you just sit there on a fancy ass pillow.

I headcannon that angel dust buys you shades a lot because your yellow/white feathers is so majestic, he just had to make you even more bad ass.

Angel dust loves how high headed you are, not letting anyone tear you down even with a word. He admires you, so he wants you to admire him as well.

I headcannon for you to deadass have an attitude when bothered. Literally Alastor wanted to see what was so special about you. And so he woke you up from your beauty sleep making you go haywire on him.

You pecked him as he tried to hit you, possibly trying to injure you only to injure himself as he came out pissed off with a smile. He definitely spit out a feather as you quacked out a laugh as if this shit was looney tunes.

Charlie always rants to you about her days and how her and vaggie’s relationship is going. Charlie was notified by her father that you can understand her. She doubted it at first, but when you actually nodded she gasped shocked with stars in her eyes.

You and Charlie grew close…to the point she was almost like her father. Constantly checking up on you, feeding you. Watching you. You tried to push it off…but it was kinda unsettling.

You could obviously fly, which you do around the hotel to spread your wings. But when you fly you have a glowing yellow light around you.

I can see you just chilling at the bar as residents come in and out as you just get petted as husk grumbles a little and also pets you. Husk was immediately enchanted by your soft duck feathers

You love to make small tornados at sinners who cause trouble in the hotel. You are the hotel’s duck, so you must at least protect the guests at least.

Vaggie is the one to always make sure to research what ducks eat before making sure you can eat them. She likes how you make everyone feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even her.

You damn well hated that you died into a duck body..but it felt nice knowing that you couldn’t just live the possible human or at least whatever you are. Demon or angel. You could possibly be in a pond sleeping and eating bread all damn day.

I imagine Sir Pentious had put a top hat on you that’s similar like the ones his egg boiz wear. So he loves to have you around when he builds things.

You doze off like this and it’s so cute to the point they will record and take a picture of you. (If you don’t wanna click link, it’s a duck nodding its head off until it goes limp since the duck is tired)

I headcannon Alastor to hate you at first and want to cook you for duck stew, but then he falls in love with how entertaining and smart you are. You technically aren’t just a mere duck.

I can see you just making small hurricanes in your bath tub when niffty has to wash you. You once accidentally splashed her. But she chuckled splashing you.

A sinner once tried to take you from the hotel’s pond that Lucifer made for you only be found 30 secs later taking you.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TOUCHING MY DUCKLING?!” Lucifer yells angrily at the sinner who got knocked flat on their ass. His demon form was coming out as fire spits out his mouth when he huffed.

You did a comedic side eye at Lucifer who was acting possessive as hell itself. You didn’t even know what to do as this man kept holding you like a pet duck you seen fat white men do in the streets.

The sinner didn’t live after that.

I can see husk just petting you softly and then eventually just falling asleep on your body. Like his head is on your body as you just watch hell tv as he snores. Oddly comfortable in your soft feathers.

You literally waddle around the hotel wearing a cute scarf with your favorite color. Alastor oddly knitted it for you like a old grandma to their grandchild 😭

I imagine you just side eyeing Lucifer as he suddenly had the urge to read more information about ducks and how their eggs look. So imagine how Lucifer would act if you pregnant. But the thing is, you rather die then be in pain in birth.

Lucifer makes you a lot of blue things to remind you of a pond since that was the place you chill in a lot. It was to the poke Charlie and Lucifer nodded to make you a pond in the backside of the hotel. It’s your little chill haven.

You felt pissy one day because your feathers were molting..so the wind outside was heavy cause your feathers were just falling and you hated it. You felt insecure but the crew felt your feelings and started to cheer you up. Soon or later, your new feathers came back quickly.

The Vee’s had definitely notice your presence since you first came here. I mean who the hell looks like a damn duck down here with pure beautiful feathers that remind them of so called heaven.

I can see the Vee’s and you having the relationship where it’s basically like team rocket and pikachu type troupe. 😭 they always fail trying to kidnap you because you literally put out ducks that look like you and they fall for it, EVERY SINGLE TIME-

I headcannon you have a ribbon your favorite color wrapped around your neck like a bow or collar with your name on it❤️

Vox had literally set his drone to spy on you as he watches with a sick grin at how adorable and elegant you looked just swimming in your sweet pond and how you just outsmart Alastor. 

Imagine how badass you are to suddenly turn big in size because the hotel was being threatened. So you literally grew in a size of the hotel building and flapped your wings to fly them bitches to who knows nowhere.

If you were on the same branch, you would definitely be the older sister of penguin! Reader if it was lore type shit 😭 you don’t play no games about your emotions as you are always observing

LOL IMAGINE YOU WADDLING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM LIKE A HUMAN AND THE EGG BOIZ JUST FOLLOW AFTER YOU AS IF YOU WERE THEIR MOTHER-

The Vee’s definitely sneak on you by Vox’s drone that swarms around your pond without your knowledge.

Velvette literally sends you nice outfits your size. Literally cute outfits where the holes are for your wings so you can fly and look drippy as hell.

See I could definitely imagine you sneaking out the hotel to just get hooked up with your new outfit stylist which is Velvette now.

Vox

Imagine how cold the state duck! Reader has (hear me out, edit audio type shit starts playing-)

I can see you just swimming and Lucifer takes a picture of you, admiring your beauty in place as you just flock around your damn pond. “That’s my baby….” He says wiping a dramatic tear from his eyes.

Valentino. Now I won’t say he would be obsessed romantically but more platonically as he would love for you to be part of his life as his pet only. Like an actual pet he would take care of.

I headcannon Alastor actually tried to feed you some bread…and you accepted it making Alastor smile wildly at how you trusted him getting close to you for one.

Lmao you literally did some Wingardium Leviosa ass shit on someone because you didn’t like how they looked at you 😭

You literally are so coddled and spoiled…it was to the point you would be walking or more like waddling down the damn streets alone and people would aw at your beauty and gracious. It’s overwhelming, but at least you know people won’t fuck with you.

But people just never learnt to keep their hands off of a beautiful creature.

Once Adam got sent down to find an angel that was suppose to be in heaven. He didn’t except for you to be a fuckin duck. So he laughed and took you up with ease as you quacked furiously, trying to get at least someone’s attention.

It was too late as Lucifer sees you get flown up into the heaven portal. Lucifer dropped the tray of lemonade in shock to see his beloved flying into the portal. Lucifer felt his heart squeeze knowing that the bastard knew he couldn’t get into heaven.

Lucifer quickly spout out his wings and fly sharply towards adam’s fading figure. Adam snickers seeing Lucifer’s anger in his glowing red eyes. He turned around and waved you around to taunt Lucifer as you had a “I don’t have time for this…” face. Literally you pecked Adam’s face and hands making Adam spazz out and throw you at Lucifer’s face.

“FINE! TAKE YOUR DUMB ASS DUCK!” Adam yells as he flies off grumbling about making you into duck stew

So Lucifer was happy with a derpy expression and calmed down holding you. He got even more protective as he makes sure you are watched 24/7. He wanted to give you freedom…but after that stunt Adam did. He’s not letting anyone touch you without his permission. Of course his daughter can though!

But what if Adam had succeeded in his capture of you, things would be most likely how it was in hell….just more clean and healthy.

St. Peter definitely greeted you with a warm smile as you didn’t….you didn’t like how he just sassed you and let you fall to hell. So of course it was rocky, but soon or later you two got along since he brides you with bread. He soon gets obsessed with how you get so trusting over things. He uses that to his advantages.

Sera greets you with open arms, literally as she picks you up. Cooing at your pure yellow/white feathers that matches the aesthetic of heaven. You match perfectly here as your angel form is two pair of wings. Your normal duck wings and angel wings. You are the most beautiful angel she ever met and laid eyes on as she shows you around heaven. Every part and area of it. This shall be your new home.

Emily won’t be a crazyyy person over you. As I can see her being a light hearted person who doesn’t love bomb you in a manipulative manner but only wants to be your friend in a loving way. She finds you amazing at how smart and caring you are towards her as you visit her and she visits you back. She brings you every bread know to man and heaven as she noticed you like bread. You and her are clearly amazing friends to each other.

The Angels adore your every movement as if you were also a god/godesss. You were confused at this attention. It was way more overwhelming when you were in hell with the others. Just like how the penguin! Reader was, you made a social media account and half of heaven followed you. It was an insane amount of followers that you didn’t mean to have. But the angels love to greet you as you fly/walk by. With you being so graceful here, who wouldn’t say you belonged here.

Adam most definitely is possessive and always manipulates you into thinking he is superior. He forces himself to be your caretaker, he literally makes you stay in his place all day and all time watched over. He feels the need to control your very bidding and movement as this dickhead degrades you to make you feel useless. It sometimes works, but sometimes doesn’t. 

Lute is a controlling person who sees your intelligence as a threat as she wants to break you into her clasp. She’s the second most controlling than Adam. But she’s an overwhelming controlling as she wants you you to see her as your protector and person you can be dependent on at all times. She wants you to be able to tell her everything you know so she can just please you.

Adam finds it amusing at how you got use it heaven so quick despite this new attention. You literally sit on his lap napping as he lounges on the couch. Basically watching sports or whatever.

You can’t help but think, “why am I even surprised.”

[prlssprfctn]

About your post in which Jason loses his brain mouth filter and rambles all his train of thoughts, imagine if one (or more) of his friends appeared/were mentioned in the middle of this.

People would get a whiplash between all the childhood trauma bomb drop, the depressing thoughts, the cheesy sweet things he thinks about his friends but rarely says (only between them), the adult teen-adult trauma bomb drop, and the random ass thoughts must be the origin of his humor sense.

He would go from casually recalling that time he went days without eating anything but a piece of bread until poison ivy accidentally tripped with him because she hadn't seen him and paid him in apples to not snitch in which way she went to "at least I wasn't hungry when I was dead" to calling one of his friends amazing bc of [hyper specific treat they have] to "ughh that was so embarrasing. Why couldn't that batarang cut down my vocal chords too?" to some ridiculous knee-jerk response when someone asks about that.

oh. THIS.

just generally, Jason is so attentive to people he loves, i think he would also spur some little details about his friends and family that they themselves never noticed.

and the pipeline between random traumatic experiences and this? absolutely devastating. because deep inside, he is still the same second Robin they knew so well.

just imagine Dick trying to soothe him by playing with his hair, when Jason randomly goes in a whole rant like:

"i always hated people touching my hair... reminds me of times when i was earning some cash on streets, if you know what i mean... also i am pretty sure joker rip out a clump of my hair, but that might be wrong... memories are shit like that... reminds me of Roy. Roy is so fricking good with breading hair, Lian adores it. i seriously need to take a few lessons from him before visiting her again..."

or someone trying to distract him by suggesting to help Alfred in a garden, and Jason goes like:

"fuck, not the garden, ew, ew, ew. if i feel the dirt on myself again, i am going to shoot myself in the temple — again. i still can feel worms down my throat, fuck. god. urgh, abort it, abort it, abort it! anyway, right, i need to make it up to Kori for missing branch with her. flowers would do... not red roses, though, she thinks they are too basic... fuck, i wasn't supposed to mention it in front of Dick, he likes buying them to her and she will feel bad if he will— OH MY GOD, dad can you slit my throat again?"

...and that's how the whole family finds out about the batarang incident.

[cursedcola]

ALRIGHT EVERYONE!

Nobody asked - but I broke down the construction of Epel’s cardigan from the sleepwear card as best I was able (aka. Me zooming in on him and staring very intensely).

This is the pattern idea I’ve come up with and a few grid charts. This is not finished, but what I’m going forward with to make his coat this month. My goal is to be done by the end of June.

So. Looking close at his sleeves - the closest resemblance we’ll get in the crochet world is the honeycomb stitch for the argyle diamonds. My plan is to break his sleeve into fourths. Three large panels of honey comb for the diamonds, and two smaller panels of a curved half-double-crochet to create dividers. The cardigan is clearly oversized on him, and even if it’s because of his smaller stature - I want to be SWAMPED in this thing. So the cuffs need to be CHUNKY. I’ll be going in with either a ribbed stitch, or a back stitch of double crochet. When the time comes I’ll test both to see which looks better.

Now - we’ve got the granny squares.

Looking at my little dude - we can see that they’re not just the front panel. They’re going on the back as well. Since I can’t see behind him, I’m going to take creative liberty and make one large panel of honeycomb stitch to be a central strip on the back. The front panels and side panels are going to be made of jumbo cranny squares.

For those of y’all who don’t crochet - the average granny square is about 25x25 stitches. Except oversized cardis use 8 of these bad boys per front panel. So since Epel has only four on each side, that means those squares gotta be JUMBO.

Zooming in - we see that the patterns are more embroidered. They’ve got texture. Since we’re crocheting, the best way to achieve this is to do pixel crochet for the squares and then go over the designs with a basic embroider stitch. This can be any of your choosing - I’ve yet to pick but will note what I want when the time comes.

There are THREE types of squares on Epel’s coat. I’m just calling them blossom, diamond, and apple. Since there are only three, it would have been difficult to make an entire back with them without having two of a kind touching or diagonal from each other (this is personal preference. I hate how this looks) which is why I’ve decided to go for that middle panel of honeycomb stitch.

The rest of the cardigan seems simple enough. The collar and trim is likely a simple ribbing, and those look like classic farmhouse wooden buttons if I’ve ever seen them.

EDIT (5/6/25): So. Complete change of plan for the sleeves now that I’ve gotten some sleep and thought on it. There’s a cable-knit stitch in the crochet world that closely resembles knit cables. Also lattice stitch or Tunisian crochet can be used for the diamond pattern. So if you want simple/beginner then do the honeycomb with a twisted hdc. If you want advanced then mix the cable-stitch with lattice.

Now - let’s talk materials.

I’m going with acrylic for this. Would it be absolutely divine as wool or a nice, dense alpaca blend? Definitely. I bet that’s what Epel has since his family runs a farm.

I am broke so I’ll be going in with a medium - weight acrylic, hook size 6, and all the granny squares will be done with basic hdc. Although acrylic is a bit itchy - id any of y’all choose to do this? Soak that finished product in a fabric softener solution. It’s a few dollars and your project will lose that scratchy texture. Just don’t let it hang out in the bath too long or the fibers will loosen more than you’d like.

^^^^ This is my general eyeball for how I’ll be constructing this piece. There aren’t any measurements since I’ve get to get my yarn and do a gauge…also, I’m not too sure how oversized I want this. I want to be swamped but not weighed down so hmm…

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I don’t know how many of y’all like to crochet or do fibre arts - but I fell in love with this coat the moment I saw it and knew it had to be mine. I’m the impatient sort, and already ordered my supplies despite telling myself to wait. Pixel crochet does take a hot minute, so I’m hoping for June but the finished product will likely be more around late-july or august. Just in time for fall and market living where I live!

I could go quicker - but uh, I work as a bridal tailor and Run my own small shop off this app. I spend most of my day sewing lol. It’s been a hot minute since I made something for me, but dang it Epel made it look so cute. I just have to.

No one’s asking, but I’ll be updating. I’m literally so excited and my package of supplies can’t get here quick enough

[tubbytarchia]

Why Shortgrass is AWESOME and why you guys should care RIGHT NOW please

They admire each other's building skills A LOT a lot. To the point that it's basically their own language where they just communicate through compliments and block choice discussion. The horse rivalry is the one thing everyone knows about, but I don't see anyone commenting on the way they get at each other, especially the things Bdubs proposes, all "I hate him now. I didn't think I was capable of hate. I'm gonna get good at PVP. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna blow him up. Joel is evil and fucked up", literally playing out his murder plans, only to then become a little fangirl as soon as he's in Joel's presence. Joel doesn't show it as much but he's the same way. They're literally 👉👈 at each other. Bdubs is also so susceptible to praise. Although he often plays up his reactions, you know he loves a good compliment and he knows any he gets from his senpai idol guy Joel are genuine

This is especially well showcased when Bdubs was showing off his stalls that have been trapped, and Joel thinking that something is up. Bdubs dedicated an entire episode to this, hyping himself up, and then them actually interacting is tense but extremely polite. And then that whole interaction is capped off with Joel: "Wow I though I was gonna die but this has been really pleasant. Thanks". Then they like playfully taunt each other before Joel flies off and Bdubs goes "That's exactly how that was supposed to go... simple and friendly... I got him played like a fiddle.... yes I do..." after accomplishing nothing but giving Joel a nice little showcase of his new build

That is to say, it's very cute that Bdubs despite his expressions of Joel being despicable gets exposed to his genuine side and how they tend to be very sweet towards each other (examples below). It serves as an interesting but nice contrast to the Life series, where a lot of players (some more than others) go off of the same belief, that Joel is a rabid dog in need of being put down. Joel very much plays into being a rascal, but he means no real harm (eg reassuring Bdubs he wouldn't kill his important horses and you know he won't) and it so easily becomes playful and mutual banter between them

Anyway bunch of moments of them being cute or something that I can't and don't want to sum up organically

At the start of a SL session, Joel is yellow and on 8 hearts, is asking the Mounders for their hearts, Bdubs is hesitant but goes "you deserve it". Then he lies to Etho that Joel was so intimidating and scary and forced him. Then he lies to Impulse that Joel was pathetic and begging for it.??

In one episode of SL, Bdubs tries to help Joel guess someone's task by guiding him to Grian, but Grian's task was to get called out so Joel helps him succeed instead and Bdubs feels really bad about it. Then like 2 episodes later he's, again, sharing intel to help him guess multiple tasks. Something about the way he's above ground talking to Joel for an extended period of time at multiple points while Joel is down under working on an exp farm calling him his favorite snitch (the only person Bdubs doesn't snitch on is Etho. Naturally)

And also Bdubs praising Joel a bunch when he sees him actually digging out the farm. He's praising Joel as if it were his task to do so (like Scar with Pearl in that other SL episode) but he's just. doing this just because

When Bdubs' task is to get someone to leave whilst he's telling a story, Joel eventually does, and Bdubs seeks him out later just to tell him "I knew you would. I knew you got my back"

Joel accidentally shoots Bdubs during the SL finale, he feels awful about it and Bdubs tells himself to eat his golden apple, which poetically reminds Joel to eat his. And then Scott uses Bdubs' death to taunt Joel before killing him too 😐

"Good morning sunshine!" (Joel in response: "morning mr dub")

"Are you trying to swim in lava, angel?"

Bdubs completely unprompted: "Be calm and cool and collected, like Joel is in moments like these, not scared of anything"

Joel mimicking Bdubs in WL going "you see, Minecraft is like a canvas..." and Bdubs reacting to it

Bdubs saying "Hey, don't- calm down, kay? We're gonna get you out of this, okay?" to Joel while Joel's trying to sell him purpur against his will

Bdubs fixing Joel's trapdoors even whilst in the process of horse cursing him

Bdubs talking about how he wants to beat Joel in PVP "for stealing Etho" and then also calling him a good builder unprompted. He's so fanfiction

And the statue Joel built of Bdubs ofc

(More from you guys that I forgot!!) Joel all "different season, you've no reason to hate me now right" at the start of WL and Bdubs goes "no of course not. Except I wanna kill you"

Their banter in general in their episode of "Is that Sheep looking at Me?" (And Gem)

If anyone knows more you've gotta tell me

<33 I love u Bdubs you're so good to my boys

[clockwayswrites]

Danny In Metropolis, ch3 p1

Masterpost

First draft and not read over. Migraine. Hurty. Currently on phone preying my green light helps. Please no edit or concrit <3

Despite their heart to heart about it, Danny still had to put a token complaint now and then about the lunches. Even with that, he ate every one. He also would also, in an oddly shy way, pass on thanks to Clark when there was something in the lunch that he really liked.

Kon made sure to tell each of those to Clark, in case, maybe, those things might make it more regularly into the rotation. He defended it to himself that it was just logical. If there were more things that Danny liked in the lunch, he was more likely to eat it all. As if Danny hadn’t eaten it all every day.

“So tell me about this Danny?” Lois asked with a smile that Kon didn’t quite trust.

For all that Clark was basically the alien embidiment of a cheerful, friendly golden lab, Lois was like a cliche cat. She was always after the canary too.

(She was also intimidating; she was more eloquent and put together than Kon would ever be, for all he pretended.)

“Um, he just moved here this year with his parents from somewhere in Illonois. Amity Park. He has an older sister, but she’s off at college.”

Lois stole one of the apple slices that Clark was cutting up. “What do his parents do?”

“Inventing of some sort. Danny doesn’t really like to talk about it,” Kon answered.

“A bit odd since he offered to come over and fix anything we needed fixing in return for the lunches,” Clark said. His back was to Kon, but he sounded like he was smiling.

The way Lois smiled when she glanced at Clark pretty much confirmed that. “Anything?”

“From dishwashers to computers to centrifuges,” Clark answered.

“Huh, well if our centrifuge ever breaks,” Lois drawled.

“I think that’s why he doesn’t like to talk about it. Like, I think that his parents used to have a lab at home or maybe more it felt more like they lived at the lab. They’re not supposed to do that anymore but,” Kon shrugged, “I guess habits die hard or something.”

“Hence the lunches,” Clark said. “Apparently food at home wasn’t always free of contamination, or at least percieve contamination.”

“Damn, poor kid,” Lois said, theiving another apple slice. “I guess you’ll just have to bring him home.”

Kon blinked and hoped to whoever that he wasn’t blushing. “Um, what?”

“For dinner,” Lois clarified with that dangerous little smile of hers. “Just to make sure he gets some good food then. I even promise to stay far away from the kitchen that night.”

“Oh, um, yeah, maybe?”

“You boys could work on that project after too,” Clark suggested, “pick Lois’ brain about poetry.”

“Oh god, poetry. I think I’m having flashbacks to Professor Eden’s class.”

“Bad class?”

“Amazing, but very, very weird. When God made that man, he broken the mold. I doubt there has ever been anyone else like him and the world is both better and worse for it. I may not be a poet, but he changed the way I looked at words.”

“Huh,” Kon said. “I guess… I can at least ask if he wants to come over.”

“For Friday. He can even spend the night if he wants,” Clark suggested. He turned around, handed Kon two lunch boxes, and just smiled back at whatever incredulous look Kon guessed he had on his face. “You’ve never had a sleepover, it might be fun.”

Kon felt confussed. “Um, like, every night at Titan’s Tower?”

“That’s more dorms than sleepover,” Lois said. “But just stick to dinner if that makes you uncomfortable, sweetie.”

“…right. Um, thanks, I’ll ask I guess,” Kon conceeded as he stuffed the lunch boxes in his backpack. “I better go before I’m late.”

“Have a good day at class,” Clark called after him.

“Dismantle the hetronormative patriarchy!” Lois added with a laugh at whatever look Clark sent her for that.

As if he could talk, he ran around in spandex with his underwear on the outside.

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Imagine getting back from a date but you got stood up and this is how the boys react.

(it's Soap and Price in this)

You were standing in the bathroom choosing a playlist on spotify. As soon as the beats started playing you got out your concealer and blush and went about your routine as you normally would. Emerging from the bathroom about thirty minutes later you proceeded to pick out a nice outfit, spray some perfume and grab your bag.

As you made your way through the 141 common room you saw Soap lounging on the couch watching something on the telly.

"You going out?"

"Yes, I got that date I told you about last week, remember?"

"Right, have fun bonnie, call me if ya need to dispose of the body."

"See ya later suds." You answer with a grin as the door shuts behind you. The sun was shining and maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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Price and Soap were sitting on either ends of the couch when they heard the door open. "Back again already?" Soap said lightheartedly. "Got stood up" was your curt answer as you bent down to take off your sneakers. Throwing your jacket onto a chair in the dining area you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, Price and Soap watching you the entire time.

"Aye what a tool that guy. I told ya it wasnae any good to go."

You stood in front of the cutting board with your half prepared apple and sighed. "Yeah well, guess I know that now."

You kept cutting the apple.

Price got up and walked over taking a bowl out of the drawer and putting your cut up apple inside before taking you by the hand with a gruff "c'mon love."

He tucked you under Johnnys arm on the couch and put your legs over his lap. As you were munching on your apple Johnny grumbled from behind you "Do ya still have his number 'cause I've got the body bag ready to go." That made you giggle.

Through a mouthful of apple you replied "He literally texted me ten minutes ago saying he forgot because he had such a stressful week."

Apple crunch. "What a child."

Apple crunch. "Can't even keep track of a basic schedule."

Apple crunch. "I'm just sad I didn't get to have my cake."

Johnnys arm tightened around you and Price lay a comforting hand on you knee. The captain stole one of your apple slices and with crows feet around his eyes he said. "Don't worry sweetheart we'll get you that cake."

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Bull hybrid x Cow hybrid reader part 2

I looked across the table in disbelief at the sight of the bull that was going to be my mate. Rainer was the bull that was fighting with the other bull not long ago. I was lost in thought as the girls I was with were flirting with the bulls that were sitting in front of us. Once we were done eating we all went back to the barn, while we walked I couldn’t help but try and know more about Rainer.

What is he like? Is he always so mean? Are they sure that he’s my mate?

While I was lost in thought I tripped over something and started falling to the ground. I braced for impact but it never came instead someone grabbed my dress from behind to stop me from falling.

“Are you alright lil filly?” an unknown male said from behind me.

I nodded my head as I faced the bull that had caught me.

That’s the guy Rainer was fighting! He’s smaller than Rainer but not by much!

I thanked him quietly and immediately went to the barn with the others. As I walked to my stall Rainer walked up to me with a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay,” Rainer asked as he caught up to me. “I saw you fall but I couldn’t make it in time to catch you.”

I nodded my head as I looked down at my feet since I didn’t know Rainer that well, taking off to my stall after “talking” to Rainer.

I don’t belong here!

I curled up into a ball and tried not to cry as I messed with some of the stuff I brought from my other farm. As I was passing the time I heard someone approaching my stall. When they got closer I noticed that it was Rainer and he stopped right in front of my stall.

“Do you mind if I keep you company?” Rainer asked while stopping in front of my stall.

“No,” I said while making room for him. “I don’t mind.”

He didn’t say, anything as he walked in and sat beside me to watch me work on my project. After a while I started to get cold and as I froze to the cold I felt warm arms wrap around me from behind and pull me into someone's lap.

“Thank you Rainer,” I said shyly as I cuddled closer to him. “You are very warm.”

He didn’t say anything as he continued to watch me work on my project.

Maybe life with him won’t be so bad after all!

We fell asleep cuddling each other not long after he pulled me into his lap. When I woke up I noticed that Rainer was gone and there was a loud noise coming from outside. I followed the source of the noise and saw Rainer and the Bull that caught me from falling yesterday fighting with each other.

“You won’t be a good mate for her little boy!” I heard a familiar voice say as I got a closer look I saw it was the bull from yesterday day who helped me up.

As they fought I noticed a girl standing behind the bull from yesterday.

I wonder who she is? She could be his mate even though he is kinda old.

“Y/n,” I saw polly waving at me from the other side I was on. “Come here!”

I walked over to the girls I saw yesterday as they waved me over.

“I bet you’re wondering what’s going on,” polly asked as I made it over to her. “So basically that bull fighting your mate Rainer well he was shit talking Rainer in how he wasn’t the best pick for you since your sweet and he’s mean and Rainer didn’t like that so he started fighting the bull that was shit talking him.”

I didn’t say anything as I listened to her explained what happened between the two males.

“So Rainer is fighting for me?” I asked quietly as I looked at Rainer.

“Yes,” she said with a lost in thought look on her face as she thought about it. “You could say that.”

I didn't know what to do when the farm hands came and forced the two bulls to get away from each other. I followed Rainer to the apple orchard while he tried to cool off from being mad.

“Rainer,” I said while trying to keep up with him. “Wait for me!”

Rainer stopped for a minute to let me catch up to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I walked with him.

“Yeah,” he said as he picked an apple and sat under a tree. “He was saying that I wasn’t going to be a good mate for you, so I decided to fight him.”

“I think you are a good mate,” I said while sitting next to him. “From what I’ve seen so far.”

“Really?” He asked while looking at me in surprise.

“Yeah,” I said while looking at him. “I think I could be happy with you as my mate.”