#Sly/muffin

[muffin-selfships]

Finished this art prompt! This was fun! 💕

[galactic-dragoness]

Sly: *breaks into Inspector Fox's apartment*

Sly: Well, hello-

*he stops mid sentence. Her apartment is literally covered with muffins on every elevated flat surface.*

Sly: C-Carmelita? Are you okay???

Carmelita, from the kitchen: NO

[jenosbigtoe]

i for one would love to see alpha jaem😁

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: superior!alpha!na jaemin x office worker!omega!reader

warnings: office au, abo, jealousy, reader is kinda bratty, fingering, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, creampie

you seriously wanted to throw your entire desktop at her stupid fucking head.

she was the new hire, an omega intern being trained by your superior, alpha na jaemin. she’d only been here for 3 weeks but she was already trying to sink her claws into your alpha. well, he wasn’t officially your alpha but everyone in the office knew the special bond you held with him. and she was sure as hell intent on getting in between that.

he was your superior but he always treated you so special, like you were really his omega. he brought you a coffee and muffin every morning from that coffee shop he knew you loved so much. he walked you to your car every evening, no matter how much longer he had to stay when you were working overtime. and he always spent his lunch breaks with you, sharing his homecooked meals when he felt you didn’t bring enough food for yourself.

you never progressed past more-than-friendly hugs after work or the light hand holding every so often with him but everyone knew he was your alpha. he was still courting you and you were basking in the attention.

until this bitch showed up and stole away all his attention.

it was bearable at first. she would have some sort of dilemma and he wouldn’t be able to eat lunch with you that day because he had to help her. he’d apologize profusely when he had to use his lunch break to go help her with whatever problem she was having that day. you would give him a reassuring smile and rub his back as you told him it was perfectly fine for him to do his job and not worry about you. or she would have to stay after hours because she needed help with a project and jaemin would have to stay with her to show her what to do.

but then she started being all touchy feely with him. with your alpha. she’d call him over to her desk for whatever reason and grab onto his arms as he stood over her desk. she would bring extra lunches “accidentally” and give him the extra lunch she brought, jaemin being too nice to decline. she would bat her stupid fucking eyelashes at him and beg him to do this and do that for her, all while you watched with a murderous look on your face.

she wasn’t stupid. she knew what relationship you had with jaemin. but she wanted him too and was going to milk all the attention she got from him, while rubbing it in your face in the process. sly smirks and pointed looks in your direction when jaemin would come running over to her whenever she had a problem.

jaemin was so busy with training her and doing his other responsibilities as a superior, he barely had any time to spend with you. and you were not happy with that. you could only take so many “sorry, y/n but she-“ before you would lose your mind.

so you coped with the lack of attention from your alpha the best way you knew how—by ignoring him back.

“hey, y/n i got your favorite,” jaemin gave you one of his signature grins and held up a coffee and muffin for you.

you pretended to not see him and brushed past, leaving him to stare in confusion at your passing body.

“y/n, let’s eat lunch together. i made that dish you always love.” he cornered you into a wall to prevent you from escaping again.

you gave him a sour expression and sighed exasperatedly. “no thanks.”

jaemin was so confused. he knows he’s been so busy for the past few weeks but did he do something wrong? why did it seem like you’re upset with him? he missed hanging out with you.

the next day, he tried going over to your cubicle to find out what he did wrong but right as he approached your desk, he was stopped by the intern.

“oh jaemin!! perfect timing i need your help with this document,” she barreled into him and grabbed his arm to yank him away.

jaemin stuttered in protest but she was too determined to get the alpha away from you. you watched that whole interaction and rolled your eyes, a deep frown marring your face.

who needed that stupid alpha anyways, you grumbled to yourself. it’s obvious he’s found his new omega plaything. he doesn’t need me anymore.

and it went like this for the next couple weeks. he would try to talk to you like normal but you would ignore him or find an excuse get away while the stupid intern took him away. you didn’t want to let your heart be vulnerable anymore for this alpha.

he was getting tired of the lack of attention from you. he missed his omega. jaemin didn’t like the cold shoulder you giving him. he knew he’d been so busy lately and you were probably feeling neglected. but now the intern’s training period was finally over so he could finally direct all his attention back to you. right before you were set to clock out, he called you into his office.

you stomped in with an irritated look. “what?” you snapped. “i’m ready to go home, mr. na.”

he raised an eyebrow at your attitude. he leaned forward in his desk. “mr. na?”

the frown on your face deepened. “yes, that’s your name right?”

“baby, you know you don’t call me that. especially when we’re in private.” he got up from his desk chair and walked around to stand closer to you.

you inched away slightly, an action he did not miss. “what do you need, mr. na?” you emphasized the formality.

he crossed his arms over his chest. “i want to know why you’ve been upset with me.”

you sighed and looked anywhere but at him. “can i leave, if it’s not an important issue?”

he walked over to stand just inches away from your body. even in heels he towered over you. you looked up to see his concerned form. “is my omega being upset with me not an important issue?”

you stared hard into his face, eyebrows wrinkled and eyes alight with stubbornness. “your omega? since when?”

“since i’ve been courting you.”

your heart was pounding in your chest. “what are you talking about? i’m not your omega. you’re crazy.”

you started to turn away from him to walk towards the door but he was quick to grab your arm and pull your body against his, trapping you in with his strength. you tried to break from his grasp, wriggling and beating at his chest, but he easily overpowered you. your legs turned to jelly at the contact.

“let me fucking go! stupid alpha get away from me!” you grunted in frustration. it was useless, he was too strong.

“oh you know exactly what i’m talking about, omega. just because i’ve been busy for the past few weeks you want to ignore your alpha? act like you’re brand new?” you could feel the red hot anger start to radiate off of him. you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

“fuck,” you whispered to yourself. then you straightened yourself out in his arms and jut your chin out defiantly. “so now you want to act like i’m your omega? when you’ve been prancing around with your new toy for weeks, ignoring me and all we used to do together to be with that new omega bitch?” your eyes watered at your outburst but you stood your ground.

jaemin held you firm against his body, grabbing your chin to force you to look into his eyes. “so that’s what this brattiness is about, huh. you’re jealous?”

you attempted to kick him in the groin and make your escape but he stopped your leg with his. “not fucking jealous! let me go you stupid fucking alpha! i can report you for this!”

jaemin chuckled lowly. “silly omega. i can see right through you.” he used one arm to keep your struggling body pressed against his while his other snaked down to cup your warm cunt. “i’ve been a bad alpha, neglecting my omega. letting her think i wanted someone else. when all i could ever want is right here.”

you stopped fighting against his grip, gasping at the feeling of his big hand on your achy cunt. you whined, lightly bucking your hips against his hand. “oh fuck,” you whimpered.

he caught you in a deep kiss, shutting you up real quick. sucking on your lip and sticking his tongue in your mouth. you whined against his mouth and started to grind against his hand. his fingers crawled up your skirt and pushed past your panties, teasing your wet folds and sliding past your dripping hole.

he broke contact to leave kisses up and down your jaw, fingers rubbing up and down your dripping cunt. “aw, what happened to my fiesty omega now?”

you whimpered. his fingers kept playing with your pussy and left you needing more and more. “stop teasing, jaem.”

he grinned widely at your words. his fingers pushed past your folds. you groaned. he started pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole and rubbing up against your sweet spot, slowly increasing his speed.

“ahhhh, alpha!” you whined out.

he suddenly removed his fingers from your hot cunt to stick them in his mouth, licking and sucking on your juices lewdly. you protested at the lack of contact but he quickly shushed you with a hot kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

he unbuckled his slacks and pulled down his boxers to reveal his achy cock, so big and red and veiny and ready to be sheathed inside your warm cunt. you attempted to reach down to stroke him off but he stopped you, lifting you up by the ass and placing you on his desk.

“baby, as much as i would love to let you stroke my cock, if i’m not balls deep in that pussy within the next 10 seconds i might explode.” he spread your legs and placed them on his shoulders. he used his cock to rub against your dripping pussy and gather your juices to spread up and down his length before lining the tip up with your entrance.

he bottomed out with one deep thrust and paused, heavy balls touching your ass. you both groaned at the sudden feeling. “oh fuck, baby you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, gripping your waist tight to prevent you from squirming away. “my perfect omega, made just for this cock.”

he started pounding his hips impossibly fast against yours. your pussy clenched and spasmed around his fat cock dragging against your walls. arousal was dripping down your thighs and onto the desk below as lewd noises filled the tiny office with sex. “oh my god, alpha!! please, harder!” you cried, wriggling around and scratching at his back desperately.

“my omega. mine,” he grunted from above. it felt like he was trying to break you in half from his fat cock’s deep hard thrusts into your tiny pussy. “say you’re mine. say you’re my omega,” he accented his words his a particularly sharp thrust into your cunt, cock so deep his tip kissed your cervix.

you were quickly melting in a pool of putty underneath him, losing your mind from pleasure. “ahhh, alpha! yes, yes, yes!”

if possible, he went even harder with his thrusts. his cock was driving so deep inside he pressed a hand against your lower belly. “feel that, omega? that’s your alpha, deep in your guts. claiming your pussy for his.”

he grabbed one of your hands to place against your tummy and feel where his cock bulged out. you could feel every thrust, every time he bottomed out, all of it.

“say. it. say you’re mine, omega.”

“oh god, i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yours!! alpha, i’m your omega, please oh god,” you were shaking like a leaf, tears welling up and rolling down your face. you buried your head into his chest, inhaling his deep intoxicating scent. this was your alpha making you his.

when you left the office that night, hot cum dripped down your legs. panties were missing. you had a strange limp. hair wild. neck littered with marks. and a smirking alpha wrapped around your shoulders.

a/n: i was halfway done with this but lost motivation conveniently when i told everyone it was coming soon☠️mb

[bwabys-scenarios]

Halloween with the Spiders

Phantom Troupe x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: looots of pussy eating, characters get hard/horny around reader. they eat her pussy after drinking, but they’re only buzzed, not drunk

A/N: I write Chrollo as the shy and awkward guy he actually is so… he’s not super suave in this. Also sorry I wrote out Kortopi, Franklin, and Bonolenov. I’m just not interested in their characters like at all 😭🙏 they’ve got nothing going for them I’m afraid!

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It was the end of summer, august slipping into September before you knew it. The weather was still warm enough outside for you to be wearing a tank top and shorts, something the blonde you were currently dealing with appreciated greatly.

“Okay Shal, you should be good to go. You can get a popsicle from the fridge now.”

You were the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, a woman Chrollo had recruited to be the troupe medical director after he watched you donate your time and services to meteor city residents.

Right now, you were at one of the various expensive hotels Chrollo rented for you, using your nen to tend to Shalnark’s wounds. “Thanks, (Name)! I really thought I was a goner this time!”

He gives you a sly smile as he laps at the popsicle you give him, causing you to laugh. “Shal, you had a cut on your cheek. I swear, you’re such a baby.”

You didn’t know the real reason he always came with injuries in… strange places. He wanted you to use your nen on him, knowing it worked in an unusual way.

When you wanted to heal someone, you used physical touch, and depending on the severity, it could be a touch of your finger to a kiss from your lips. Today, it was a simple touch.

You glanced at the TV, a Halloween themed add popping up. “Oh wow, they’re showing these real early this year.”

Shalnark looked up, biting down on his popsicle. “Huh, weird.”

He hummed, getting a mischievous look in his eyes. You were a real sweetheart, but also easily manipulated by sob stories. “You know, none of the Phantom Troupe has ever celebrated Halloween.”

This had your full attention immediately. “… what?”

———————

Ever since Shalnark informed you of the troupes lack of Halloween experience, you’ve been meticulously planning a way to celebrate with them.

It wasn’t easy getting them all together unless Chrollo willed it, so you’d have to go to the leader to ask for a favor.

You were one of the only members that knew of his location at all times. In your mind, it was because you had an important role, but in reality it was because Chrollo quite enjoyed your presence.

“Chrollo!”

You sprinted towards the dark haired man, and though calling out his name in public wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do, he didn’t scold you. He instead smiled, opening his arms and allowing you to jump into them. “I’m glad you could find me with ease. Let’s go to a cafe and you can discuss what you wanted to talk about with me.”

Chrollo never let you pay for your own things when he went places with you. He said it was because you did so much good for the Troupe, but that was only a half truth. He enjoyed taking care of you.

“Mmm… oh!”

You placed your pumpkin spice muffin down, and Chrollo couldn’t help but laugh when when you held up a finger as you chewed. “I almost forgot to actually talk about what I came for! Chrollo!”

He lifted a napkin, wiping at your mouth. “Shh, (Name). You shouldn’t speak my name out loud so easily, it’s not exactly a common name.”

You blushed, and he placed the dirty napkin in a nearby trash can. “Oh, sorry…”

He motioned for you to talk, and you cleared your throat. “Anyways, Shalnark told me that none of you have ever celebrated Halloween! Is that true?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to see why you’re bringing that fact up. “Yes, that’s true, we haven’t c-“

Your tears surprised him, but not enough for him to react. You’re kind of known for being a bleeding heart, so his expression stayed neutral, but he did offer you his handkerchief. “Chrollo, Halloween is so much fun! You get to carve pumpkins, wear costumes, eat lots of treats…”

You paused, reaching out to grab his hand. “So, the reason I asked to see you…”

Chrollo waited for you to continue patiently. He couldn’t help but find your ditzy and forgetful nature endearing, so he smiled.

“I want the troupe to get together on Halloween at my house!”

This actually surprised him. He nearly choked on his strawberry scone, having to pat his chest for a moment. “You… you said the troupe? As in everyone?”

“Mhm!”

He stared at you for a moment to see if you were being serious. You were smiling, looking hopeful and expectant.

‘How… can I put this gently..?’

Chrollo squeezed your hand, causing you to tilt your head. “(Name), my sweet and kind friend, the troupe has only come together once in the past three years, and that was for an important heist. I’m not sure if they’ll want to meet for… a Halloween party.”

You giggled. “Oh, but I’m sure they’ll love it! Besides, if you order it, they’ll come!”

He sighed. You looked way too cute, giggling and smiling as you pulled out a notebook and began showing him the things you already had planned.

Sometimes, when he watched you, all he could see was Sarasa. Your perky personality and compassion for others reminded him of her so much, it was one of the reasons he adored you so.

And one of the reasons he had trouble telling you no.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask them to come, but it won’t be mandatory.”

You squealed in delight, nearly jumping over the table to give him a hug. “Oh, thank you Chrollo! It’s going to be fun, I promise!”

He sighed, smiling and patting your back. Normally, Chrollo would push any other person away, but he let you get away with a lot. “Okay, (Name).”

———————

It was the day before Halloween, and you were sulking. Already, three of the Troupe members wouldn’t be able to come. Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov each called to say they couldn’t make it.

You’d spent most of the week decorating your house and getting it ready for guests. Feitan, Shalnark, and Shizuku would be staying in your three guest bedrooms while the rest rented hotels.

“(Nameeeee) come open the door!”

You blinked, looking out the window to see Shizuku behind your door. “Oh, Shizuku, you’re early. I thought you’d be here tonight?”

She walked into your home, turning in a circle before tilting her head. “I wanted first pick of the rooms, so I finished up my job quick.”

That was only half true, she wanted more private time with you!

“Oh, that makes sense. You’re just in time then, I finished making all the beds a few minutes ago!”

She nodded and walked upstairs to pick her room. Not even five minutes later, you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Coming!”

You open the door to see Feitan standing behind it, holding…

“Feitan, is that… is that a pumpkin?”

“Halloween, pumpkins are important.”

He handed the pumpkin to you before pushing past you into your house. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked almost… proud of his “gift” for you? Feitan watched you carry the pumpkin into your kitchen, where you sat in on the counter.

“Oh wow, it’s huge! What a nice pumpkin!”

He nods, following you. “Stole best one.”

You held back a laugh, knowing he was a bit sensitive when it came to giving gifts and being nice. “Oh, I can tell. Thank you so much Fei!”

Feitan had the habit of following you around like a stray cat when he was around. It was an improvement to your relationship when you first joined the Phantom Troupe as an honorary member. He used to sprint away from you the second you looked at him, and now he followed a few feet behind at all times. Honestly, he was pretty cute. Like a stray cat.

“Hey princess!”

You blinked as your door was torn off its hinges and Uvogin walked in, laughing and stomping into your kitchen before picking you up into a crushing hug.

Feitan stood in the doorway, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. “Careful, Uvo. She not like us. Fragile.”

uvogin looked down to see Feitan was right. The girl in his eyes was making a pained expression, patting his arm to signal she couldn’t breathe. “Oh, my bad.”

He let her go, keeping her steady as she drew in breath. “Woo… now that is a bear hug that I think an actual bear would give, Jesus Christ…”

You turned back towards the cabinets and began taking out what you would need to get started on baking. “Uvo, could you be a dear and grab my Halloween decorations from the attic? I tried to get them earlier, but they were way too heavy.”

“Of course!”

He walked up the stairs, leaving you to sigh softly. “Okay, let’s see what we can do about that door-“

“It’s aight, (Name). I’ve got it fixed.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Phinks and Shalnark just appear behind you, and peek over them to see that your door was indeed fixed!

“Oh, thank you guys!” You give them both an affectionate pat to the arm before continuing your baking preparations.

———————

By the time you finish baking, your house is full of Phantom Troupe members. Pakunoda, Nobunaga, and Machi arrived individually within the last few hours. Machi shyly offered to help you bake, watching you from the corner of her eye as you worked. ‘Cute, she’s even wearing an apron…’ Machi thought, her eyes soft as she watched you.

Chrollo was the last to arrive, getting to your house at nearly 8 pm. He opened the door, every member looking up to him when he did. “Hello, everyone. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”

You rushed forward and took his coat, gently scolding him for not wearing a shirt underneath. He laughed, sitting down and smiling at the troupe. Chrollo waited for you to go back to the kitchen before his face returned to its usual serious expression.

“As you can see, (Name) has tried her hardest to make our first Halloween celebration the best it can be. You’ll do as she says, and have fun, though I’m sure none of you wish to upset our special girl.”

They all glanced between each other, nodding slowly. After that, they had a quick meeting to discuss non Halloween matters before (Name) came back into the living room. “Okay, I know I gathered you all here before Halloween, but it’s only to go over my plans and give you all your gifts!”

“Gifts? Aww, you didn’t have to do that for us, sweetheart.” Nobunaga said, smiling.

“But I wanted to! Lemme go grab them!”

You scurried up the stairs, giggling the whole way up. “It seems she’s excited about this.”

You walked down the stairs a few minutes later with a large box in your arms, whining a bit. “Hnn… it’s kind of heavy…”

Several of the boys jumped up to help you, but Feitan got there first. “Give. Too weak.”

You handed the box over, knowing Feitan was doing it to help you. “Thanks, Fei!” You gave him that pretty smile of yours, and the rest of the troupe grumbled lightly.

Feitan sat the box on your coffee table, using his sharp nails to slice open the tape. “…”

Inside were clothes, all the same design. “(Name) what exactly are these… gifts?” Shalnark asked, tilting his head as he pulled a set out.

“Oh, they’re matching pajamas! I was hoping we could all get a picture together!”

You hand out everyone’s clothes, smiling.

“How did you know our sizes?” Pakunoda asked, seeing the set of pajama was her size. You giggle, turning towards her.

“I have my ways~”

Surprisingly, most of them were completely fine dressing in the Halloween themed pajamas for pictures, and the ones that weren’t did it anyways.

Phinks sat on the couch after the pictures, humming. “Huh, these are pretty warm and soft. You mind if I take these with me back to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind at all, they’re yours after all!”

The people that weren’t staying the night filed out soon after, all thanking you, a few giving you hugs and cheeky kisses to her forehead.

“Goodnight, (Name). Sleep well, and thank you for this.”

Chrollo was the last to leave, saying that before cupping your cheek and planting a kiss on your forehead. It left you. A little flustered, but you still waved at them all. “Be safe, and make sure you’re here by 9 am!”

Shalnark, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed behind, the former two eating some leftovers you had in the fridge. “Wow, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve gotten to try your homemade cooking, (Name)! This is amazing!”

You felt your face heat up, giving your friends a sheepish smile. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it.”

Soon, everyone went to bed, and you climbed into your own, excited for the day to come.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of eyes on you. You’re quick to reach for your light switch, only for your hand to come in contact with someone’s face.

A hand covered your mouth before you could scream, the person shushing you gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just me, (Name).”

Shalnark sat, crouched next to your bed, that boyish smile on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Huh… why are… why are you in my room?”

“Oh, we’re watching you sleep.”

“We’re?”

You blinked, glancing around the room to see Feitan standing in your doorway, leaning against it. “I not watch, making sure he don’t try something.” Feitan corrected, glancing to the blonde.

“Oh, you wound me Fei. I would never hurt (Name)!”

“Not hurt, but might touch while sleeps.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at you as you gave him a disturbed look. “No, I promise I wouldn’t do that! I just… you look really cute when you sleep!”

“… how many times have you watched me sleep??”

“… almost every time we have a mission together.”

Feitan nodded to confirm this, walking into your room. “He not mean any harm, just worried.”

Shalnark pouted at his friend. “So you were teasing me on purpose earlier?”

The two ignored him. “Worried? What does that mean?”

Feitan sighed, plopping down on your bed. “We… lost people before. Shalnark get anxious, not want you to get hurt. Watches you.”

You soften, gently patting the blondes head. “Aww, Shal, that’s really sweet. I’m okay though, I promise!”

You give them both a smile, tentatively patting Feitan’s arm. He tenses, but doesn’t move. ‘Progress!’

You kind of treat Feitan like a scared stray cat, and it works most of the time. After your gentle pat, he scoots closer ever so slightly. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

You turn around and pull the blanket up to your chin, snuggling into your pillow-

“Shizuku!?”

“Hi.”

The dark haired girl was lying next to you, wearing the Halloween pajamas you gave her. “W-when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“She has.”

“Longer than Shal.”

You sigh, lying back on your pillow, accepting this. “Okay, as I said, I’m going to sleep. Just… don’t do anything weird and you can all stay.”

Strangely, having the three in your room helped you sleep better. It almost made you feel safe, knowing your friends were watching over you.

——————

The Troupe gathers in your living room at 9 am sharp, some looking tired, others perky. You’re surrounded by your comrades, some(namely Shizuku and Feitan) hovered around you shamelessly as you began to speak.

“Okay, the first thing on our list is pumpkin carving!”

You had Uvogin and Phinks help you carry in the pumpkins as Pakunoda and Machi laid out newspaper to keep your living room clean. “So this isn’t just normal pumpkin carving, it’s a contest! I’ll be the judge, and whoever makes the pumpkin I like the best, wins!”

“What’s prize?” Feitan asked, poking his pumpkin. You blinked at the shorter man.

“Oh… I think I completely forgot about a prize. Any ideas guys?”

You smiled, still in your cute pajamas. Shalnark raised his hand. “Shal?”

“How about a blowj-“

Phinks smacked the blonde over the head before Shalnark is pulled away by a few members and scolded in the corner.

“Hmm? What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head. Chrollo cleared his throat, the man surprisingly flustered easily.

“Nothing. How about… a kiss from you as a prize?”

You hummed softly. “A kiss? That doesn’t seem like a good prize, I don’t think anyone here would want th-“

The entire troupe started to argue with you, and you blush.

“Oh, um… okay. A kiss it is.”

This helped to motivate the group, but before they could start you raised your hand. “Two rules, guys. No nen, and you have to use these pumpkin carving tools.”

Already, Machi and Shalnark were pouting. Feitan took the pumpkin carving kit, raising an eyebrow at you. “… dull blade. Why?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be child safe.”

“(Name), we’re a band of thieves.” Chrollo said, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “We can handle actual knives.”

You whine and hand him his own kit, puffing out your cheeks. “Well too bad, thems the rules!”

You cross your arms and walk into the kitchen.

“Haha, you sure pissed her off, boss! Boss?”

Chrollo sat in the chair with his head in his hands, groaning. “I’m an idiot.”

Uvogin clapped him over the back with his large hand, laughing. “Oh don’t worry boss, you know she can be pouty when it comes to our safety.”

“Boss not wrong though. Kill people, can use knife.” Feitan grumbled, stabbing his pumpkin.

“Fei, I don’t think that’s how you carve a pumpkin.” Phinks said, crouching down.

“Tch, you know better?”

Phinks held up his phone, a tutorial on the screen. Pakunoda, Machi, and Shizuku sat together, ignoring the men as they carved their pumpkins, occasionally dodging flying pumpkin guts.

——————

You walked out of the kitchen 30 minutes later, carrying in some muffins shyly. “Sorry, I was a little rude earlier. I made some- oh, are you all done?”

You ignored the complete mess the troupe had made, happy that you laid out plenty of newspaper. Nobunaga nodded, holding up his pumpkin. For an expert in the sword, it looked… really bad.

“Yep, we just finished up!”

You hummed and looked over each pumpkin. “Oh, Paku, is yours a cat?”

She nodded, trying to keep a neural expression. It was a little cat, and you couldn’t help but coo and take a picture. “Cute!”

It wasn’t amazing, but cute nonetheless. You continued looking, the next one to catch your attention being Shalnark’s. It was an image of some anime character, and despite looking amateur, you could recognize the character. “Oh, is that sailor moon? It’s really good Shal!”

He gave you a proud smile, holding his pumpkin i his lap. The last pumpkin that caught your attention was Feitan’s, which was honestly the best looking one. It was a detailed carving of human heart, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I think we have a winner!”

You pick up Feitan’s pumpkin and hold it up for everyone to see. Despite being upset they didn’t win, everyone also agreed his was the best looking.

You placed the pumpkin on your table before smiling. Under his jacket, Feitan’s cheeks were a soft pink as he stood before you. “Fei, are you ready for your prize?”

He froze, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets. Feitan had always been on the shy side, and when it came to you, his shy nature only intensified. The others could pick this up, especially Phinks and Shalnark. The two were about to speak up, but you talked first.

“Fei, I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.”

His eyes widen slightly. How should he tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, it’s the fact that he wasn’t sure how his body would react to such a thing? Shit, it was already hard enough to not pop a boner in your presence, a kiss might kill him!

“Kiss… kiss alright. Can handle it,” he tried to say nonchalantly, but his words came out shaky. You smiled warmly, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood of his coat down.

“Are you ready?”

His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, his eyes half lidded as he stared at your soft lips. “Y-yeah…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before pulling away, giggling. “There you go!”

You open your eyes, only to see him tug his hood back into place and speed away from you. Feitan’s face was bright red, and he could feel his pants tighten as he his under hid coat.

“Well,” Chrollo said, getting everyone’s attention. Only few people would be able to read the hint of jealousy in his eye as he spoke. “What’s next, (Name)?”

———————

After a quick lunch, the group gathered at a corn maze. “Okay everyone, we’re going in groups of two, using the buddy system in case we get separated! Stranger danger, ya know?”

Phinks patted your head. “No one else is here, (Name), we’re the only people in line. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with stranger danger.”

“Besides, we’re all adults and nen users.” Pakunoda said, slightly amused by your concern.

“Hmph! We’re doing the buddy system, there’s scare actors in there. What if one of them can use nen? It’s better to stick to pairs of two!”

Chrollo nodded, paying for everyone to enter. “That’s smart, (Name).”

The pairs were as so: Chrollo and Pakunoda, Phinks and Feitan, Shalnark and Machi, Uvogin and Nobunaga, then Shizuku and you.

Pakunoda glanced at you and Shizuku. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, (Name)? Shizuku can be a bit forgetful, I don’t want you two to get separated. You’re scared easily, aren’t you (Name)?”

Shizuku huffed before pulling you into her chest. “Hey, I’ll keep her safe! I’ll stay focused!”

You blushed a little, your face directly in her breasts. “Mmph!”

She released you, patting your head. “Whoops, you alright?”

You nodded shyly, your face hot.

The group entered the maze, taking different paths. It was large and intricate, more like a labyrinth than a maze. Shizuku kept a hold on your hand, occasionally squeezing it when someone jumped out to scare the two of you.

“Oh. (Name), are you scared?”

You were trembling and holding onto her arm, giving her a slight nod. “A little, y-yeah…”

The two of you continued to walk through the maze, but Shizuku seemed to space out. “Hmm…”

She let go of your hand for just a moment, and when you attempted to grab her hand again, she was already gone. “Shizuku? Shizuku!”

You shook in your little Mary Janes as you tried to find her. Just then a man with a chainsaw begin chasing you, causing you to shriek and sprint in a random direction. “AGH! SHIZUKU! SOMEONE!”

You cried in fear, spotting a familiar figure and nearly sobbing. “Uvo! Nobu!”

They looked up, Uvogin opening his arms to allow you to jump into them. He held you close as you trembled and cried, obviously terrified. Nobunaga gave you a look of concern before glancing up, unsheathing his sword and the man approached.

“Hey, back off. She’s scared.”

The man takes one look at the two menacing figures before turning around and running away. Nobunaga turns back to you, gently running his hand over your hair to smooth it out. “Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay now.”

You sniffle a little, but relax into Uvogin’s arms. “There ya go, princess. Just relax. We’ll find our way out.”

The two spent the rest of the maze in silence. Their intimidating presences alone were enough to keep all the scare actors at bay. By the end of the maze, you had fallen asleep, your arms around Uvogin’s neck.

“Uvo, Nobu? Oh thank god, you found her!”

Shalnark ran towards the three, looking over you with relieved eyes. Nobunaga held a finger up to his lips, the blonde getting quiet. “She’s sleeping, Shal. Did anyone find Shizuku?”

Said girl was being scolded by Feitan close by. She seemed sorry enough, glancing at you with regretful eyes. “I didn’t mean to leave her, I got distracted…”

Chrollo took you from Uvogin’s arms, sighing softly as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is she’s safe. Let’s get her home.”

By the time the group got home, it was dark. You awoke when you heard a wet thwack!

“Huh? What was that?”

Chrollo set you down. “I’m not sure, I think it’s coming from around the corner.”

You peeked arousn the corner, your eyes going wide. “The pumpkins! Hey!”

You run forward, the troupe following close behind. A group of drunk men were smashing the pumpkins you all worked hard on. “Hey, you assholes! Get away from-“

You attempted to shop them away, but were pushed to the ground. “Shut up, bitch. Stupid whore thinks she can tell us what to do…”

Thankfully, Phinks caught you before you could hit your head on the concrete, his strong arms lifting up up. “You alright, sunshine?”

You nod, sniffling a little, tears running down your cheeks. “They… they’re smashing our pumpkins…”

He did his best to comfort you as the rest of the Troupe advanced. “Trash, make her cry.” Feitan spits, wielding his umbrella.

“What should we do, boss? Can’t let them hurt our sweethearts feelings, can we?” Pakunoda asked, ruffling your hair as she passed by.

Chrollo hummed. “Take them out, but wait until we get (Name) inside.”

Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed outside while the rest walked in. You heard screaming for a minute, then the sound of Shizuku’s nen activating.

“I’m sorry about the pumpkins, (Name). I know you liked them.” Shalnark said, sitting next to you as you sulked on the couch.

“It’s okay… I got pictures of all of them… at least…”

Shalnark patted your back before opening his phone. “I’ll call in some pizza, okay? Uvogin and Nobunaga brought alcohol, so why don’t we watch some horror movies and chill?”

You nodded, rubbing your teary eyes. “Yeah, that sounds fun…”

——————

It didn’t take long for everyone to get pleasantly buzzed, you included. The troupe gathered around your TV, each taking turns to sit next to you. After all, you always jumped into the lap of whoever sat next to you when you got scared!

You stood up, humming. “Imma grab some treats, made ‘em yesterday.”

Little do you know, Shizuku had an idea. You returned with the tray, placing it on the coffee table and smiling. “Okay, dig in g-“

The dark haired girl snuck up behind you, yanking your skirt down and sitting you on the coffee table. “Let’s play a game, whoever can eat her out and make her cum the fastest, wins.”

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to process the fact that your pussy was on full display for the entire troupe, and they were all blatantly staring. You tried to close your legs, whining, but Shizuku kept them held open. “H-hey!”

You pour at her, but you don’t make any further moves to stop her. You’ve never had someone eat you out before, you hadn’t even had sex, so the thought of all 8 members present taking turns making you cum was making your pussy drool in delight.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it a few times. Your fellow troupe members were attractive, and although this was a little embarrassing, you were a little excited.

“F-fuck…”

Phinks crouched down in front of you, taking a good whiff. You squeaked, your face hot with embarrassment.

He’s quickly shoved away by Machi, who huffed. “You said you get to go first? We’ll have to draw straws.”

Chrollo cleared his throat, the bulge in his pants more than evident. “That’s a good idea, Machi. Get the straws.”

You were allowed to sit down on the couch, a pillow under your hips to get you comfortable.

The first one up was Feitan. You felt a bit sorry for him, he was obviously inexperienced in such a thing, staring at your pussy with wife eyes, his hands shaking a little when he grabbed you by the hips.

He lowered his head to your pussy, looking up at you with those dark eyes. He took his coat off, now only wearing pants. Even from this angle, you could see the tent in his pants, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Come on, Fei. Hurry up!” Phinks yelled, tapping his foot impatiently.

Usually, Feitan could be pretty intimidating to most people, but you knew that he wasn’t actually a bad guy, he was just a bit shy and awkward. You played with his hair, trying to encourage him. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Even as you said this, you lightly bucked your hips trying to reach his face. You couldn’t help it, he was so close to burying his nose in your pussy.

Maybe he just needs a little guidance…

You look at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair and gently guiding him to your cunt. His eyes widened, and when his lips touched your pussy, he moaned into you. Feitan’s tongue darted out of his mouth, testing the waters.

“Mmph…”

He buried his face in your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. Occasionally he’d touch your clit, but you knew without some more guidance, he wouldn’t be able to make you cum.

Gently, you grabbed his hair again, cooing softly as you guided him towards your clit. “Here, Fei.”

He glanced up at you through his dark eyelashes, immediately latching onto your clit. This had you mewling, your hips bucking into his face.

Feitan was a fast learner, you only had to show him how to please you once and he was on it like a hawk. After a minute, you ended up cumming on his tongue, panting softly.

Phinks clapped Feitan on the back as the dark haired man pulled away. “Hey, it took a bit but you got her there! Nice job, man.”

Feitan looked at you shyly, patting your thigh. “… good girl.”

‘Oh, he’s so cute.’ You thought, wanting to give him a kiss or something for his efforts, but the next person up was already crawling between your legs.

Pakunoda held your thighs apart, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Is that good, princess?”

You nodded, whining a little. “Mhm… ahh!”

You squeak when she inserts a finger, now sucking on your clit as she adds another finger in. You bucked your hips, but she keeps you still.

You cum pretty quick, the woman smiling up at you as you catch your breath. “Mm, you taste divine, (Name).”

She gave your pussy a kiss before moving away for the next person to come.

Chrollo and Shalnark were similar in the way they ate you out. They liked to make a lot of eye contact, their fingers curling inside you, sometimes chuckling on your clit as they suckled on it.

Phinks and Uvogin were rough, their big tongues filling your pussy up, their fingers stretching you out. They both groaned when your walls clenched around their fingers as you came.

Nobunaga and Shizuku were a little desperate, their tongues lapping at you and fingers thrusting into you at ungodly speeds. Although you came quick, it wasn’t as satisfying when you came the previous times.

Machi was much like Pakunoda, taking her time and making you cum on her tongue easily. She was the only on to grab your breasts, making the others jealous. They hadn’t even though of that!

By the end of the night, you were exhausted!

The pillow underneath you was soaked with your cum, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Our sweetheart seems tired.” Phinks teased, crouching down to help you get dressed.

The group decided to sleep in the living room, and you fell asleep being cuddled by the entire troupe.

Was it easy being loved by a band of thieves? No. Was it satisfying?

Oh yes.

“This was the best Halloween ever…” you whispered into Chrollo’s chest. He smiled and kissed the top of you head.

“It really was.”

[webshooterrr9]

Punk!Miguel AU Part 2

(not proofread LMAO)

Okay but like...

punk!miguel who couldn't stop thinking about that day he shared with you. and even in the moment, with all your clenching and whining, he knew he wouldn't. so he made sure to get your number afterwards... just in case.

punk!miguel who frequently stood by his front window, looking down from his apartment as he watched you walk home from work everyday. thankfully for him, your building was right next to his, so you were sure to pass by his view five days a week.

punk!miguel who figured out that you work as the manager for a family owned cafe a few blocks away, a role that was passed down to you after a few generations. he wasn't typically a man for coffee and pastries, but he'd make an exception for his damsel in distress... just in case.

punk!miguel who just so conveniently happened to stop buy your cafe, just before closing hours. this wasn't the first time he's visited since he found your place of work, but it was the first time he's given you more than a shit-eating grin and a sly comment.

"You gonna hurry up with that muffin, or are you gonna keep me here all night?" you ask from behind the counter, hands on your hips. he looked over from the table he was sitting at and just flashed you a smirk. you two were the only people here, given that it was almost 11pm and completely dark outside.

"Oh, you know me," he said turning in his seat to face you. "Never one to rush, always want to savor my meal." he gave you a little wink, and you rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, take as long as you want, I'm gonna clean up for closing." you pulled a broom from the corner and started sweeping the little crumbs in your kitchenette, while Miguel went back to "savoring" his chocolate muffin.

The door to the building swung open. "Nobody move!"

You were frozen in your place, almost dropping the broom. A large man, though not as large as Miguel, dressed in dark sweats was aiming a gun at you, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Great, now you're being robbed.

You carefully set the broom down at your feet, and hold your hands up. The retail counter did very little to make you feel safe from the intruder. "Listen, I don't know what you want from me, okay? If you're looking for money, I don't have any. Nobody really pays in cash these days and-"

"Just shut up and empty the register!"

You were quick to do as he said, even though robbing a small cafe in the 21st century didn't seem very profitable - you didn't say anything though, out of fear of being shot. You gathered all the money from the cash register, pulling out a hundred dollars or so in change. "Do... do you want it in a bag?" you asked, visibly sweating.

The man shook the gun in front of your face. "Just give me the damn money! And don't you dare try to call the cops, I'll shoot 'ya right where you stand, lady."

Unfortunately for him, the intruder was too distracted by getting the cash from you that he didn't notice the large delinquent behind him, holding a fire extinguisher above his head.

With a loud WHACK the intruder fell to the ground, dropping his gun in the process. Miguel stood above him, glaring down at the unconscious man, who now definitely had a concussion. The look in Miguel's eyes was something you had never seen before, well, except for that other time he happened to save you.

He placed the fire extinguisher on the counter and looked towards you. "You alright, chiquita?" he asked, although before you could answer, he reached over the counter to grab some ribbon.

"You tie up your little goodie bags with these, right?" you nod. He takes a few handfuls of the blue ribbons and makes quick work wrapping them in knots around the robber's wrists. Miguel kicks the weapon away. "These aren't exactly handcuffs, but they'll work for the time being. Call the cops, bonita. I'll make sure he doesn't get up." Miguel gives you a reassuring smile, before kneeling down in front of the man.

Red and blue lights fading away told you that the cops had successfully restrained the armed intruder and were on their way to detain him. You had stepped out from behind the counter and slumped down on the floor in front of it, leaning your head back against it. Miguel chuckles as you sigh, and he sits down next to you.

"That was not how I expected the night to end." you huffed, rubbing your temples in exhaustion. He flashed you a knowing smirk. "Oh? And how did you expect it to end, hermosa? ¿Querías hacer el amor conmigo, hmm?" you scoffed as he gave your shoulder a little nudge.

"Don't even go there, that's not what I was talking about, chulo." you huff once more, earning another laugh from him. "What I meant was I wasn't expecting to get robbed today."

"Almost robbed, guapa. I saved you, just like last time."

You smirk. "Yes, just like last time."

You both share a look, one that reveals your growing feelings for one another. Your heart was beating rapidly. You knew where this was going.

"So, is my damsel gonna give me the same reward as last time? Or, are my heroics undeserving of praise?" you bite your lip, and he leans in closer. So close, in fact, that his arm was rubbing up against yours - the tattooed skin heavily contrasting your blank canvas.

"Hmm, it depends. I don't really wanna walk all the way home..." a mischievous look shines in your eyes, and this time it's his heart that pounds. "Will you carry me?"

Another one of his laughs. "No, chica, I won't carry you... we can have our fun right here."

Oh.

Oh.

>:)

Tags for those who requested this: @mybvalentine @animequeen4 @bluesunleaf @nakimushiohime @loser-alert @stopxplease

[birdiewriteslit]

“morning after”

eddie roundtree x fem!reader

part 2 to “driving me crazy”

little drabble but still fun

request by: @beckinator7

When you entered the kitchen that morning, Karen was already having breakfast at the table. You opened the fridge and ran a tired hand over your face while deciding what to eat.

She eyed your attire suspiciously. Boxers and a large t-shirt. “Sleep well?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, taking a loaf of bread from the fridge and sticking two slices in the toaster.

Of course, Karen knew what happened the night before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it. “So, whose clothes are those?”

“Mine,” you lied, keeping your back faced to her so she couldn’t see your face.

“You like Bay City Rollers and wearing men’s boxers?”

The toast popped out and you grabbed it hastily. “Jeez, that’s hot,” you said, purposely ignoring the question.

“You know, I have a distinct memory of you saying you hate Bay City Rollers. Funny thing about that, I also remember Eddie wearing that shirt while you yelled at him about it.”

“Well, maybe his laundry got mixed with mine in the wash.” You didn’t look at her, focused on buttering your toast.

She took a bite of her muffin. “Either that or you’re screwing him.”

You set the knife down and stared at her. “Jesus, Karen. We are at the breakfast table.”

She shrugged. “I think it’s important for us women to be open and comfortable with our sexualities.”

“I’m. . .comfortable. In other settings.” You took a nervous bite of toast.

“I also think it’s important to acknowledge that you didn’t deny that you’re screwing him.” She hid her laugh behind her coffee mug as you grimaced.

Eddie walked in just in time and stood behind Karen’s chair. “You’re screwing someone and I didn’t know?” His mouth curved into a teasing cheshire grin that only you could see.

He circled the table and brushed your shoulders with his hands as he slid behind your chair. An awkward silence overtook the room. Karen pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. You gestured for her to cut it out, but her body continued to shake with silent laughter.

Eddie looked over his shoulder from the pantry with one eyebrow raised. “You girls don’t have to stop talking now that I’m here.”

That was the breaking point. Karen bursted out in a hysterical fit of laughter while you covered your face with your hands, shaking your head in embarrassment.

Eddie stifled his laugh while pouring himself a bowl of cereal. He sat in the chair next to you. You peeked through your fingers and caught the proud look on his face. He thought this was so funny.

“Good morning, ladies,” Warren said cheerily as he strode into the room, Graham following close behind.

Graham nudged Eddie as he walked past him. “Fun night?” He smirked at him while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, actually,” he replied, glancing at you with a sly smile.

Your face was feeling wildly hot with more people in the room commenting on your sex life. If there’s one thing you learned from this, it was to be quiet next time, or never do it in this house.

It didn’t help that Eddie wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about this. He was cocky, really. When he looked at you, his smile suggested that you were doing something secret when, in reality, everyone was aware.

“Woah, Y/n. What’s that big ugly thing on your neck?” Warren said, sitting on your other side.

Your head jerked up in alarm. “What?”

Graham craned his neck to get a better look. “Actually, it looks like there’s more than one.” He snickered. Karen snorted and covered her mouth immediately.

“That’s real interesting, Y/n,” Warren said, feigning innocence. “Maybe you should get that checked out.” His laugh broke out mid sentence and caused a chain reaction of laughter from Graham and Karen.

Your face was hot to the touch. Eddie was laughing under his breath. “Would you stop? I’m gonna kill all of you.”

“Pretty sure you’ve said that to me before.” Eddie attempted to suppress his laugh while looking at you. “And obviously that didn’t happen.”

Karen slapped a hand on the table, full on cackling. You smacked Eddie’s shoulder and cursed at him. “I actually hate you.”

Warren was doing a mix of laughing and coughing. “Bet that’s not what you said last night.”

You gaped at him. “Oh, my God, Warren. There’s something wrong with you.”

“Y/n and Eddie sitting in a tree,” Graham sang.

“Shut up!” You pressed your head into your hands again, desperately trying to ignore the unanimous laughter throughout the room.

[falloutjuli]

Hey I love your blog! That post that you wrote with y/n moving in with Chuuya had me kicking my feet and screaming it’s just *chefs kiss* perfect ❤️‍🔥 if your requests are open can I ask for Chuuya and Dazai with an artsy reader who loves to crochet and make them small clothing pieces/plushies? I’m so down bad for these men istg

Thank you so much for your nice words! It really means a lot to me to hear that you like it. Chuuyas part is shorter (no pun intended :D), since I struggled to write more. If I later come up with more ill come back to edit this post. For now, I hope you enjoy this! Dazais scenario was a lot of fun specifically!

_______________ Chuuya Nakahara/Dazai Osamu x artist!Reader!

Warnings: Dazai typical suicide mentions, Crack _______________

Requests are currently open!

Masterlist - Rules for Requests

Dazai:

Adores his plushie mini-me.

Definitely showed it around the ADA, asking everyone “You see this? They made it for me! Me! The similarity is striking, isn’t it?”

Requested a crocheted noose for his mini-me, so that “He can live the dream.”

Kunikida eventually got annoyed because instead of working Dazai kept playing with his plush, so he banished it to Dazais locker.

He now hangs it in there by the noose every time, not wanting Kunikida to potentially confiscate it.

You invited Dazai to make more mini plushies with you, which he did take you up on.

And while your skilled hands got Mini Ranpo, Atsushi, Yosano, Fukuzawa, Kyouka, Kenji and the Tanizaki siblings done, Dazai worked on Kunikidas mini me.

Definitely drew angry eyebrows on Kunikidas already rough looking doll, giggling like a madman.

“Hey there!”You called into the office, quickly slipping in with a giftbag and some baked goods. You were immediately greeted by the ADA staff who coincidentally were all gathered in the main room.

Dazai already knew why you were here, so he happily spun in his chair, his sly grin ever so present on his face. Before you could even set the plates of muffins down, Ranpo had already stolen two off it, peeking in the giftbag as he did. “As a thanks for helping me out last month, I made all of you something!” You proclaimed and started giving everyone their mini-me.

Fukuzawa thanked you wholeheartedly, unable to hide the big smile when he spotted the cat you made extra for him. Kenji and Yosano both inspected the cute plushes, marveling at the details, like Yosanos Butterfly accessories and chainsaw and Kenjis little hat and street sign.

Ranpos Mini-me was promptly placed on his desk, while he was busy eating the muffins you had brought along. Atsushi kept asking how you were able to do that and if he could learn it too and Kyouka just starred at hers with a blushing face, only able to mutter a quiet “Thank you!”when you passed her a muffin.

As you shuffled to Kunikida, you whispered your apologies to him, while Dazai presented Mini-Kunikida. The proportions looked off, it wasn’t as well made as the others and the big black marker made eyebrows had the ADA laugh as the blond took it from your boyfriend.

“Thank you..I’m guessing you made it, Dazai?”He asked, unsure what to say to the plush.

“Yes! One hundred percent handmade, with these Hands!”Dazais said, showing off his hands.

While everyone was talking, showing off their gifts to one another, Dazai pulled you close, hugging you from behind.

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Chuuya:

His plushie sits on his work desk and if someone makes it fall off, he will pretend to not care, but he will softly pick it up to put it back on its place once they leave.

Normally not the kind of guy to integrate crotched clothing into his styles but he changes it a little so he can wear something you made when hes casually out and about.

Became a big fan of the socks you made for him, all with patterns to match him of course.

Tried crocheting with you once, but its not really his thing. He does like watching you though or helping you if you need it, while he sits next to you doing his own thing.

Offers you to buy anything you need. Need new materials? Well get ready to be taken shopping and if you as much as look at something, it’ll be put in your basket.

Would 100% ask for a crotched dog, made to look like the one from his favorite movie.

“Doll?”He asks, watching as you resumed your pattern, after taking a sip from your share of the wine. “Yes Chuu?”

”You think you could make me a dog plush? Like the one from ‘The boy and The Puppy’?”

You laughed, leaning onto his shoulder as you continued. “Sure! I’ll finish this one and then see what I can do.”

He pressed a kiss on top of your head, smiling already just thinking about the tiny plush.

It took a while until you had it ready, you did the final steps while enjoying a nice evening with him on the couch, watching said movie.

“There. It’s all done!” You finally proclaimed and sat your material down, before handing Chuuya the newly made plush.

You thought you had outdone youreself this time, it looked so much like the dog from the movie, so you hoped Chuuya would love it just as much.

The ginger spun it around looking at it in awe.

“I still can’t believe you can just create things like this. Thank you so much!”

He quickly gave you a kiss, pulling you close to cuddle with you, as his eyes kept darting from his plush to the movie template.

"I am so lucky to have you, doll." He mumbled, still not believing that his partner could make all these lovely presents for him.

From his mini-me plush, to the wine themed socks you made and now this plushie he will forever treasure all these little things you made specifically for him.

[muffin-selfships]

This was fun to do! 💕 And now we see all the ships in full color!

OG Template by @candyheartedchy

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Extra notes wooo

NightLight kind of also has some "uptown girl" in it. Espically after Muffin realizes Midna's a princess.

Key Lime and Kalypso have a team rocket type of relationship! With the blushing and sneaking off behind K. Rools back, these two are the duo to get in DK and Diddy Kongs way! That doesn't mean they still sneak off to get some time away sometimes. <3

Sly is a big loser. This is the one selfship I have that the F/O starts flirting with the S/I. Sly is full of cheesy pickup lines, finger guns and Muffin thinks hes such an idiot. That doesn't mean she doesn't find him cute too.

Aww, so about Spider-Palette/Silk or Palette/Miguel. Get ready for angst, y'all. I explained here that most of Palette's "ships" are one-sided. It doesn't get further than her annoying them and having a cat/mouse chase dynamic. Of course, this doesn't stop her with badly flirting with Miguel or Silk, even if she knows that it'll never get further.

[shotmrmiller]

was thinking it would just be the four? kitty pup bunny fox? LIKE IDK THO JUST THINK ITS A FUN IDEA

Oh well shit of COURSE it can be.

I like yer idea! Ahhh if you make it lmk!

Simon's puppy is loyal, obedient to a fault. Lap princess/prince and eats only the finest of foods. Rough housing can be a plus. Big man needs big play.

Johnnys loves whenever his mischievous fox gets in a playful mood. The sly looks he gets when he teases the fox gets his blood pumping. Hide n seek is his FAVOURITE. Especially if he corners you with nowhere left to run.

Gaz's bunny is the softest creature on the planet, just gentle and cute, but when hormonal??? Good thing he can keep up with bun-bun's libido.

And John's kitten. Enough said. He likes it best when the kitten makes muffins on his thick thighs. Those soft little mews he hears never fails to send a shiver down his spine, straight to his (redacted).

[loveswrites]

I Chose You ~ Poly Cullen X reader

This is something I've had written up in my google doc for a while. I wrote it for me mostly but I thought I'd post it and see if anyone else would enjoy it!

Give your thought's in the comments! Tell me if you want more or what you'd like me to post more of!

"I Chose You"

Summary~ The Cullens start fighting over you

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Currently you're chilling at the Cullen's house. It was a calm and relaxing Friday evening. After school your mates Edward, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett just rushed you home to their house. Saying they couldn't wait to spend time with you, like you hadn't spent all day in the presence of basically all of them. 

Your head rested against Emmett's chest as Rosalies rested on your stomach, because they both insisted that you all cuddle with each other. Playing in the background was some sports channel that they had turned on. To which you knew nothing about, you were just here for the vibes. Being surrounded in an ice sandwich comforted you as you always found the cold to be inviting. Most didn't but you we're like most. You were mated to basically the whole Cullen family Minus Alice she was mated to Bella. 

Most days it was easy and calm. Not much ruckus, besides Emmett and his loud self nonetheless you loved him. But other days it was a little difficult. Being mated to 6 different people was difficult but you could manage. That was until you had to go visit some relatives out of state and you were gone for 2 weeks. That had messed up the routine and the peaceful relaxing days, As ever since you got back each one of your mates felt like they had to run and snatch you up before another one could. 

Which was true, one would be walking towards you with a smile then make eye contact with another then it would turn into a race of who could grab the last blueberry muffin. Emmetts hand was running through your head while he was fussing at the TV. Rosalie was holding your hand gently caressing it, every now and then pressing soft kisses against your fingers and up your wrist. You were just starting to relax when you heard a bell ring making you jump at the unexpected sound.

 You were met by a gust of wind looking up. You saw Jasper in front of you holding his hand out. "I believe it's my turn to have some alone time with our lovely doll." Jasper said in his thick southern accent that always made your heart skip a beat. To which he sent you a sly wink alongside his signature smirk letting you know he heard it.

You couldn't help but let out a little giggle. 

"It hasn't even been an hour yet!" Emmett huffed out. 

"Yes it has, hint the Alarm. Now give her up." Jasper said a little snappy. He's been a little irritated having to feel everyone's emotions. Everyone's emotions on top of his own we're.. To say the least overwhelming. 

"No it hasn't! The games not even over yet! I'm not letting her go, it's not your turn!" Emmett yelled out. 

"Well that's not my fault now is it? We agreed on one hour, not two. You're wasting my time." Jasper said, reaching to grab my hand to which Rosalie slapped his hand away with a growl. 

"Back the fuck off." Rosalie said tightening her grip on my hand but not enough to hurt.

"I'm not, In the mood Rosalie." Jasper said shooting Rose a stern look making her sit up narrowing her eyes at Jasper. I could tell Jasper was getting to his breaking point making me sit up watching him and Rosalie closely.

 "What are you talking about your turn?" Edward said walking into the room holding a bag of snacks which made me smile immediately as I knew they were for me. 

"It's my turn and they're hogging her." Jasper said, annoyed, making his southern accent thicker if that was even possible. Hearing his voice made me let out a little hum making Jasper look at me tilting his head with a look of curiosity.

"No, It's my turn." Edward said as a matter of fact. 

"No it's not! The bell rang. I got here first fair and square ya shouldn't have been outside!" Jasper yelled glaring at Edward. Edward put down the bag he was holding on the nearest table. Walking Up to Jasper glaring back at him.

"If you want to fight for her we can do that." Edward said, having read Jasper's mind. Jasper ready to bareback his teeth and fight for me if he must. 

"Wait!" I said standing in between the two, making them both look down at me, their eyes softening their gaze. 

"What did you get me?" I asked, looking at Edward pointing to the bag he brought in with him. 

"The chips you said you were craving earlier today at school." He replied, watching me as I went to pick up the bag. 

"Thank you." I said grabbing the bag walking towards the door making the four panic slightly.

"Where are you going?!" Two voices said in desperation.

 "To see what Carlisle Is doing." And with that I was off into my car driving off to the hospital Carlisle was working at. Hopefully to get some peace and quiet. But who knows.

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Sweet Tooth (Sequel to Sweet Interruptions)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Reader

Part 1

Summary: After a week of dating, Rooster asks you to teach him to bake. Safe to say, the night does not go as plan, and flour gets everywhere. (Could be read as a stand alone)

Word Count: 2068

Warnings: The smallest bit of saucy flirting, but this is mostly fluff. No beta.

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“You want to learn to bake?” You ask, blinking up at Rooster owlishly.

“Why not?” He looks at you with one of those dopey smiles.

You bite back a grin, tipping up on your toes before bouncing back on your heels, “I could, we can do that! We can, I mean, if you want, you can come to my place?”

“Not gonna ask me to dinner first, sweetheart?”

Your whole face flushes and you scrunch your nose at the aviator, “We- You- Roo, we’ve been to dinner three times in, in the past week!”

Rooster smirks, amusement building in his chest with each word you stumble over. It’s true. You’d only been officially going out for a week, but he’s made it a priority to spend as many nights with you as he can. There’s no telling when his next mission will be, and he’s trying really hard not to think about that. He’d rather focus on you, anyways.

“Sure wasn’t expecting you to make the next move, darlin’,” he drawls softly, watching as your face gets even darker.

“Do you want to or not?” You grumble, ducking your head, “I…I think it’d be fun.”

Rooster reaches over to grab your hand, giving it a squeeze, “It will be. How does tonight sound?”

Your heart flutters. “Tonight would be great, Roo.”

“Good.” He leans over the counter, presses a kiss to your cheek, which draws a giggle from you. “I have to get to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, wait!” Rooster’s brows raise as you dash away, only to come back with a little, pink box. You shove it in his hands, bouncing excitedly on your toes. “Take this for Phoenix! She promised to try it for me!” 

“You don’t want my opinion?”

“You’ll eat anything, Bradley,” you snort and start packing a few muffins for the rest of the pilots.

Rooster gives you a sly smile, dark eyes tracing your form, “I would sure like to.” 

“Bradley!” Warmth spreads across your skin, everywhere his eyes linger. His smile turns cheeky, and you’re all but floundering, heart beating as fast as a rabbit. You glance around wildly. “I’m, we’re in the bakery!”

“And?”

“You can’t, you can’t just, don’t say stuff like that here,” you whine, pouting at him, which just seems to amuse him more.

“What about at your place tonight?” He hums, and oh, you wish you could hit him. You wish you could hit him so bad.

“You are insufferable,” you grumble, pushing the box of muffins across the counter.

Rooster laughs and you soften, shaking your head fondly at the idiot. He gives you another kiss, just a chaste press of his lips to yours, before grabbing the second box and heading towards the door.

“That didn’t sound like a ‘no’, by the way,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Go to work!”

He chuckles and the bell rings with his exit.

You slump against the counter, rubbing a hand over your face, which feels way too warm. The man never quits. Some day, you think your heart might give out with all this distress. Yet, you can’t stop the smile that plays on your lips. Because you love it. You love how Rooster teases you and you never want him to stop.

But, God, how on earth are you going to get through an evening alone with him?

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You bustle around your kitchen, hands fluttering to and fro as you try to make sure everything is in place. Plenty of flour? Check. Clean measuring cups? Check. Radio to account for any awkward pauses in conversation? Check.

That last bit might be unnecessary, but you wanted to account for anything. Plus, you know Rooster likes music, and you have the faintest daydreams of dancing in the kitchen with the tall man…You smile at the thought. It would be nice, just you and Rooster, some soft music playing in the background, holding each other close as you sway to the beat.

Gosh, it’d be nice.

You’re drawn from your daydreams by a solid knock on the door. Brushing your hands on your pants - why are you sweating so much? - you hustle over and throw it open.

And there he is. Bradley stands on your porch, cast in the soft glow of the setting sun. His skin looks even more golden than usual, and his eyes catch the fading light, flashing like the sparklers you swing around on the Fourth of July. Your chest fills with the kind of fondness that makes you feel fuzzy all over, and suddenly, all your anxieties are swept away.

“Hey, Roo,” you murmur.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He bends down, hand gently touching your waist as he presses a kiss to your lips. “How was your day?”

“Pretty okay,” you giggle and tug him inside, “Though this guy with a mustache gave me some trouble this morning.”

“Yah?” Rooster grins, just letting you drag him along. “Maybe he likes you.”

“You think so?” You hum, warmth blooming across your cheeks.

“Definitely,” he murmurs and draws you into another kiss. 

It’s a slow kiss, one where you’re both just savoring the feeling. You sigh against his lips, practically melting when his hands trail up, tracing over your arms, your neck, to hold your face tenderly. When you pull apart, he stays close, forehead pressing against yours, thumbs running over your cheeks.

“Hmmm, you know, I think I like him too,” you breathe, eyes closed as you just enjoy the heat of his touch.

“Good, I’d be in a pretty sore spot if you didn’t,” Rooster chuckles, “Everybody already thinks I shouldn’t have a chance in hell with you.”

“You’re friends don’t even know me,” you mumble, nose scrunching as you pull away.

“They already like you more than me.” He rolls his eyes with one of his lopsided grins. “Phoenix really liked whatever you gave her, by the way. She says she wants to marry you.”

“O-h-” you smile down at your hands, “-she’s um, she’s sweet. I’m glad she liked it.”

“What was it?” He asks curiously, following you as you slip into the kitchen.

“A strawberry shortcake cookie with homemade whipped cream,” you chirp, “I thought it would be fun for Valentine’s Day.”

“Is that what we’re making tonight?” Rooster curls an arm around your waist, propping his chin on your shoulder.

“I um, I thought we could make uh, thumbprint cookies?” You peer up at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to read his expression. You’ve been worried about this part.

A flicker of surprise crosses through Rooster’s eyes, followed by the familiar glint he gets whenever he thinks about his parents. Something between love and pain. He holds you a little tighter and you cover his hand with yours, thumb brushing over his knuckles as you wait patiently for him to speak.

 “My mom and I used to make those when I was younger,” he eventually says, voice a touch raspy.

“I know…” You murmur, turning around so you can cup his face in your hands, just like he had done to you moments before. “I hunted Maverick down and asked him. Is that…okay?”

He takes a deep breath. With a small nod, he covers one of your hands and turns to press a kiss to your palm, “That’s okay, yah. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Good surprised?”

“Yah.” He smiles at you, warmth dancing in his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t fall into a bat of sugar when you were younger?”

“No,” you giggle.

“Hmm, why are you so sweet then?” Another kiss and now you’re the one with the dopey smile, cheeks apple red.

“Let’s bake, ya dumb bird.”

“Your dumb bird.”

“Stop it!” You lightly swat his chest and twirl to face the counter, ears now tipped with blush.

He doesn’t stop, not that you actually wanted him to, of course. It’s hard to stay focused as you take him through the recipe step by step, though, especially when he decides to stand so close, arm firmly wrapped around your waist as he helps you measure and pour and mix. At one point, he lets his hand “slip” which ends with you “accidentally” throwing a bunch of flour in his face.

You freeze, lips pressing into a thin line, eyes wide as saucers.

Bradley blinks, flour falling from his eyelashes.

Seconds tick by in silence, that is, until you burst into a wild fit of giggles.

“You think this is funny?” Rooster asks, powdered brows perched high as he watches you grasp at your sides, practically wheezing.

“You look, you look-” You can’t get anything else out, laughter only getting louder when he huffs, sending a small puff of flour into the air.

“Oh, you’re so getting it now.”

You squeal gleefully, darting away when he grabs a handful of flour. He chases you around your living room, hot on your heels. The two of you end up on either side of your couch, both poised to make a run for it. Rooster narrows his eyes at you, and you try to catch your breath, but your lips still pull into a wide grin. When he feints right, you jump away, only to yelp when he switches directions and catches your wrist. You go tumbling to the floor, dragging him down with you in a flurry storm of flour. Bradley catches himself easily, arms braced on either side of your shoulders. All you can do is stare up at him, breathless, skin buzzing from the adrenaline coursing through your system. 

“Not so funny now, huh?” He prompts, grin wolfish.

“Well, most of it is still on you,” you point out, giggling when he frowns.

“Oh really?”

Another squeal escapes you when Bradley shakes his head, kind of like a dog with wet fur. Flour sprays all over your face, leaving you sputtering and begging him to stop. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” You shield your face, peaking out only when the flour shower stops. Rooster looks down at you, face too smug to be good for his ego. 

“Still think it’s funny?”

“Nope! Not funny, at all. Totally not funny.” But you’re still grinning like crazy because his mustache is still dusted white. It somehow doesn’t take away from how attractive he is.

Rooster’s eyes twinkle as he looks down at you, all fondness and warmth. The splatters of flour on your face remind him of the first night he met you. To think you’d end up here, only a few weeks later. He’s crazy for you, in a way he’s never felt for someone. This must be how his dad felt for his mom. Rooster pauses. The realization settles deep in his chest, like the waves of a storm finally stilling, and for the first time in a long while, Rooster finds that he feels like he’s home. Like you’re his home now. You’re his everything. And he has to tell you.

Don’t think, just do, that’s what Mav would say.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I love you, Roo.”

You both freeze.

A moment of silence. You search Bradley’s gaze, wonderstruck deep to your core at the brimming earnesty you find there. This isn’t teasing. This isn’t flirting. This is real.

You bite your lip, face going positively cherry as you reach up and tug Rooster down by his shirt, bringing your lips to his in a moment of boldness. He shifts down to his elbows, careful to not crush you with his weight. Your lips are soft against his, and you taste like sugar cookie dough, and all he wants is to just pull you closer, kiss you all night, never let this go. You’re gasping softly when he pulls away, a breathy giggle escaping you when he kisses your cheek, your nose, your forehead. When he reaches your lips again, you’re both grinning madly, just like your first kiss that night.

“This must be what a sugar high feels like. You’re gonna give me cavities, baby,” Rooster laughs, collapsing beside you on the carpet. You curl into his side, beaming into his shirt when he presses a final kiss to your hair and murmurs a soft, “Good thing I have a sweet tooth.”

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The cookies don’t get finished that night.

But that’s fine. It just means another night, hopefully just like this one.

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Might make a part 3 because I was planning angst, but this is what I wrote, and I still love it.

[2012aura]

set up !

summary : continuation of free treats.

warning : disgusting fluff.

pairing : college!ellie williams x black!reader

it had been a couple days since ellie had requested your "finsta" account and you finally decided to post just because. you had recently hung out with dina and another friend from campus and she took some photos of you all during the day, so you just had to post them.

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dinawina pls come over i’m BORED! & ellie is hereee!

> blackmacmiller GET OUT MY CMMTS!

jjessiemessy COME OVER IM WITH DINA!

> blackmacmiller are you guys lying rn …

> dinawina no ….

no matter if they were lying you were already packing your bag full of clothes, face masks, and snacks. you tied your hair into a quick puff, not caring how messy it looked and started on your way to dina's dorm room which was only a couple minutes away. you arrived on side b in under five minutes, scanning your keycard on the door and letting yourself in. you walked up the stairs to dina and ellie's dorm and quickly knocked on the door. you heard giggling and running to the door and dina answered it a few seconds later. "beating the poor allegations, cmon now!" dina laughed as she let you in, letting you instantly become at home with the two other familiar faces. you said a quick hello to ellie and jessie, as they sat on the floor playing some video game on the tv. this was nice, everyone just hung around and was friendly, and you could use a break from reality. you emptied your bag out on dina's bed, the snacks you bought falling to the side. "guess what i bought guys," you said with a huge smile on your face.

"ALCOHOL?" jessie yelled, rising to her feet and taking huge steps towards you. "no idiot, i bought baked goods from the shop! they let me take leftovers home today!" you said excitedly as you unpacked the goodies while walking over to the coffee table that was placed in the middle of the room. went back over to the bed, grabbing the shorts and tank top you bring to change into, just to make yourself a little more comfortable. you stripped right there in front of them, it wasn't weird between you, dina, and jessie to just strip and ellie was too distracted by the game to notice. but out of the corner of her eyes, she could see you sliding the shorts up your legs and placing the tank over your head and down your torso. she wouldn't mention it though, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"alright party people, LET'S EAT!" you yelled excitedly, grabbing a fruit tart from the nicely placed baked goods. letting the fruit and dough fill your mouth with its amazing flavor, "you know last week, i worked overtime to help the night shift! it was so fucking fun" you sounded muffed because of the tart still in your mouth, but you dragged the end of your sentence on. "oh my god, does that mean you got to work with the cute junior?" jessie squealed, picking a chocolate muffin from the table and taking a bite. "you mean sam, the guy whos like my cousin? gross jess ... just gross but yes i worked with samual." you jokingly said, watching as dina laughed at jessie. "hey at least i want a dude, you two cant pick someone for the life of you!" jessie defended, letting a sly smirk rise to her lips.

"i see why they call you jessie messy now," dina laughed as her head came crashing on your shoulder, you pushed her off with a shove. making her push you back, you enjoyed this, the unity between you all. you could see ellie grabbing a fruit tart too, her eyes widening with how good it was, "shit i might have to go to bushes more often! this shit is good!" ellie exclaimed, making you all fall into another fit of laughter. "I'm glad you like it ellie, and hey if you come by more often i can slide you more free treats," you said as you smiled at her. jessie and dina made gagging and kissing sounds as you both spoke. you hit the back of their heads, "shut up guys, omg let's do face masks, i bought so many!" you got up and ran towards the bed, grabbing the face masks and then running back.

you laid them all out on the floor, letting the girls pick which one they wanted. dina chose a blueberry-themed one, jessie an apple one, ellie chose the orange and you were left with strawberry. "we are gonna look like ten-year-olds, that's so funny!" you said as you opened the package. you placed the mask on your face and smoothed it with your fingers, and so did the rest of them. "jessie move over, i wanna play too" you said taking the controller from near her feet, they were playing mario cart. "i claim princess peace ellie, don't try to be slick," you said, moving the curls that were now stuck down to your forehead. "alright princess, looks like I'm going with mario,' ellie joked as she took another bite of the nearly gone tart.

by this point you both were six rounds in, jessie and dina were gossiping as you kept beating ellie in this childish game. "damn mario, what happened, ain't you supposed to win?" you joked, elbowing her softly to try to distract her. "cant with those hyenas back there gagging on air" that made you laugh so hard you let go of the controller, letting ellie become first place again. dina and jessie now laughing with you, you realized what ellie had done. oh that sly bastard, "cheater!" you yelled as you grabbed the pillow from behind you and hit her head. making her raise her hands in defense, "i am no such thing!" she yelled back, moving the pillow swiftly and refocusing her character. that's how most of your night was spent, eating baked goods and a bunch of junk and playing stupid video games.

"guys we should play a game, TOGETHER!" dina made sure to include that, making you and ellie's small talk stop and focus on them. "okay d, whatcha got in mind?" ellie said as she scooted closer to the pair, and you did the same. "truth or dare," jessie said evilly, letting a sneaky smirk onto her face. you and ellie both groaned, letting out a mixture of fine's and okay's as you all sat in the circle. your and ellie's knees touched, you never really noticed but ellie was buff. her arms and thighs were muscly, like some sort of eighties eye candy, and you wanted the bait. "okay ill ask first, ms. strawberry shortcake over there, truth or dare." you thought for a second, no matter what, they would lead the question to ellie somehow so you chose the easiest option. "truth," you said confidently, letting jessie think of her question for a second. "is it true that you are super single and ready to mingle" jessie said between breathy laughs.

"way to kill me with the cringe, but yes," you replied, laughing at her idiotic antics. now that, made a smile go to ellie's face, she was so happy you were single. "now my turn, dina, truth or dare?" you asked, patiently waiting for her to answer. "truth," classic dina, never wanting to be a risk taker. "is it true ... you have a super crush on jesse- not our friend but you know ... the dude" you made sure your question was as clear as daylight. "wow getting to the point, okay, yeah sure i do!" she squealed out, hiding her face in her hands. jessie laughed, "dina you have to date him! dina and jesse sitting in the tree-", "enough" dina whined out. "now it's my turn, ellie, is it true you are seeing someone right now?" dina knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how you would react. no matter how hard you tried, dina could see right through you, the ways your eyes lost their light quickly.

ellie's eyes widened a bit before answering, "oh shut up dina, you know that's not true." ellie said as dina laughed. "I'm bored dina, can we go to the store" jessie wined out, getting up from the floor and starting to throw a jacket on. "yeah jess lets go, you kids be good." dina said as she quickly threw her jacket on and zoomed out the door with jess. they set you up! you knew it, those sneaky little girls! you looked at ellie, "so uh, do you have any hobbies?" you questioned, moving your body to face hers. "yeah i do, firstly i play sports here but in my free time, i draw and play guitar," jesus you almost melted under her gaze, and she played sports, and guitar? you were like putty in her hands and she didn't even know it.

dina and jessie didn't arrive until the next morning, but your night with ellie was spent talking and playing video games. like a first date kind of, at least that's what you would call it in your mind. in the early morning when dina and jessie came back, she found you both on the couch, with your limbs tangled within each other. being the sneaky devil dina is, she took your phone, snapped a picture, and posted it to your instagram.

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WHY CLARITY JUST CAME ON AW MAN! NOW I GOTTA WRITE AGAIN! also this turned into a social media au quickly .. haha.

part 3

[ddejavvu]

Can I order a Blueberry Muffin to share with Aaron hotchner where he goes undercover at a bdsm club with reader?

thanks!

you are formally invited to ddejavvu's 10K dinner party, now serving desserts

THIS MADE ME GIGGLE LMFAO

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're absolutely certain the leash is over the top. Your entire getup is, chains and straps and rings in places that you never thought you'd have them, but the leash that's wound around Aaron's hand is definitely the most interesting part of your outfit.

You suppose it lends to your role that you hold Aaron's drink up to his lips for him, one hand preoccupied with keeping his watch clear for any messages, and the other holding you in place. You try not to watch his throat bob as he sips his drink, remembering the bartender's funny look when you'd asked him for something without actual liquor in it.

"That guy, black shirt, nine o'clock" Aaron murmurs to you, leaning over to speak directly into your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine that has certain parts of your body stiffen, your sheer outfit doing nothing to hide the outline of your breasts.

"He's been staring at her the whole time," You nod at a woman in the corner, flirting with a man but definitely not fully engaged, "Just his type."

"Morgan," Hotch mimes itching his nose, his communicator held by his mouth, "Station yourself by the north exit, that's where he'll run if he does."

"Got it." You both get his response, then of course, the mandatory jibe, "Has Y/L/N barked for you yet?"

"Listen fuck-o," You spit into your earpiece, "You'd better not be waiting around when we get out of here, or I'm taking you out."

"Oh no," You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, "You steal someone's whip?"

"Morgan." Hotch hisses, eyes drifting over your unsub once more, "Unprofessional."

"There's nothing professional about this," Next it's Rossi's voice over the comm, more amused than you've ever heard him. "You're walking your subordinate on a leash."

"Hey," You tilt your head towards Aaron, expression sultry for the facade, "Once we catch that killer, you wanna follow in his footsteps?"

"I'll take Dave," Aaron nods once, a glint of amusement in his eyes, "I'd encourage you to tackle Morgan but I'm not sure your clothes would stay on in any sort of hassle."

'I've got a gun," You remind him with a sly grin, your voice a breathless whisper to avoid being overheard, "No need for a hassle."

[luvsellie]

Omg! hi can you do a shuri blurb/one shot with the prompt “come over here and make me." I love your writing :)

— pairing shuri x fem!reader | wc 0.3k | prompts "come over here and make me." & "shut up before i kiss you." | note i'm glad you enjoy my writing, that means a lot <333 also i combined two prompts for this blurb :)

06:38 pm

your apartment smelled strongly of pumpkin. and there was nothing wrong with that, you supposed. after all, you were making pumpkin muffins.

but shuri seemed to have thought that the timing was all wrong. “it’s the middle of december; why aren’t you making something, like, peppermint muffins?” she said, her nose scrunching as she tried to understand your reasoning.

“because,” you told her, “i’m craving pumpkin, not peppermint. plus i think that sounds kind of gross.”

shuri sent a pointed look your way as she leaned against the granite counter, her arms crossed against her chest. she ignored your jab at her suggestion and watched you wash the last of the used dishes.

“you’ll like the muffins,” you continued thoughtfully, placing the last ceramic bowl on the drying rack. “they’re really good. they taste similar to the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies i made awhile back that, need i remind you, you loved and begged me to bake again like a week later.”

your girlfriend scoffed from her spot against the counter. “would you believe me if i said i only liked them so you wouldn’t be upset?”

you looked at her sharply, eyes narrowing in on her relaxed person. “no, i wouldn’t believe you. now shut your mouth about not enjoying the damn muffins, shuri.”

“come over here and make me,” she retorted quickly, her lips pulling into a canny smile, tight curls falling over her brow line as her head cocked to the side.

breathing out slowly, you dried your hands on a nearby towel, your side profile turned to her. “shuri, you are absolutely-”

“charming? i really do try my best,” the woman said, cutting off your would-be insult. the way she was always so sly and provocative about everything made your heart leap to your throat. your mouth pressed into a thin line as you approached her, reaching to cup her face. looking up at her you said smoothly, “shut up before i kiss you, god dammit.”

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[reallygroovyninja]

As the bell of "Raven's Brew" chimed, Lexa stepped inside, immediately spotting Anya at their favorite corner spot. She made her way over, grinning mischievously as she noticed Anya trying, and failing, to subtly watch Raven behind the counter.  

"Fancying a special blend or just the barista who makes it?" Lexa teased, taking the seat across from Anya.  

Anya's cheeks flushed a charming shade of pink, and she feigned indignation, playfully swatting at Lexa. "Can't a girl just enjoy her coffee?" Anya retorted, though her twinkling eyes gave her away.  

With a sly grin, Lexa leaned across the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, Anya, anyone with eyes can see that you're here for more than just the coffee."  

Anya’s cheeks tinted a light shade of crimson, but she maintained a semblance of composure. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms defensively, "I have no idea what you’re talking about. Raven's Brew just happens to have the best coffee in town." Her eyes darted away, avoiding Lexa’s knowing gaze, but a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, betraying her true feelings.  

Lexa chuckled, deciding to play along, "Alright, keep telling yourself that, but we both know that a certain barista is the real reason you can't stay away from this place." 

Anya’s eyes narrowed playfully at Lexa’s teasing remarks, recognizing the kernel of truth in them. With a dramatic huff, she leaned back in her seat, feigning annoyance.  

“Lexa, I’m here for the ambiance and the top-notch coffee, not for… Raven,” she stated, a hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks as she mentioned the owner’s name.  

Lexa’s laughter filled the coffee shop, causing Anya to shake her head, but she couldn’t suppress the smile that broke through her facade. She playfully glared at her friend, but the sparkle in her eyes and the warmth in her smile spoke volumes about the unspoken affection she held for Raven. 

The rhythmic hum of the coffee machine and the low murmur of conversations surrounded the two friends. Taking a sip of her coffee, Lexa looked intently at Anya, her expression a mix of genuine curiosity and playful teasing.  

"You know, Anya," she began, setting her mug down, "with all the stolen glances and secret smiles, why don't you just muster up the courage and ask Raven out? Life's too short for 'what ifs', and from what I've observed, she might just say yes."  

Anya fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, looking vulnerable for a fleeting moment. "It's complicated," she murmured, but there was a distant hope in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. 

Lexa tilted her head slightly, observing the mix of emotions playing out on Anya’s face. She felt a surge of curiosity and concern, tempted to press further into why Anya deemed the situation complicated. 

However, seeing her friend’s hesitance and vulnerability, Lexa decided against pushing the matter. She leaned back, offering Anya a supportive smile instead, allowing the comforting hum of the coffee shop to fill the momentary silence. "Well," she finally said, "whenever you're ready to talk about it, or need a push in the right direction, you know I’m here for you." Anya met Lexa’s gaze and nodded, a silent appreciation for the understanding and space her friend was providing. 

With a reassuring smile towards Anya, Lexa rose from her seat and made her way to the counter. The warm, rich aroma of coffee beans was even more pronounced here, and the gentle hum of the espresso machine added a comforting backdrop to the ambient noise of the shop. Standing before the counter was Raven, her hands skillfully preparing another customer’s order, a focused look on her face that showcased her passion for her craft.  

As she noticed Lexa approaching, her features softened into a welcoming smile. "Hey Lexa, the usual?" Raven asked, her eyes sparkling with familiarity and warmth.  

Lexa returned the smile, nodding, "Yes, please. And maybe throw in one of those delicious chocolate muffins."  

As Raven got to work on her order, Lexa couldn’t help but sneak a glance back at Anya, pondering the possibilities that lay ahead for her friend and the charming coffee shop owner. 

Raven’s hands moved with practiced grace as she crafted Lexa's usual order. Within minutes, she slid a steaming cup of coffee, accompanied by a freshly baked chocolate muffin, across the counter.  

"Enjoy," Raven said with a genuine smile, her gaze briefly flickering towards Anya before returning to Lexa.  

Grateful, Lexa replied, "Thanks, Raven. Always a treat coming here." Clutching her coffee and the fragrant muffin, she navigated her way back through the maze of tables.  

As she neared her spot, she noticed Anya trying to look nonchalant, though her curious eyes betrayed her. Setting her order down, Lexa settled back into her seat, sipping the rich brew.  

"So," she began with a teasing lilt in her voice, "where were we?" 

The warmth of the coffee shop enveloped Lexa and Anya as they settled into their familiar rhythm of banter and shared stories. Lexa animatedly described her recent misadventures with a new hobby she'd picked up, eliciting bursts of laughter from Anya.  

"I swear, every time I try to follow one of those online tutorials, I end up making something that looks nothing like the picture," Lexa sighed dramatically.  

Anya chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Remember our attempt at DIY crafts last year? I still have that lopsided vase at home." Lexa groaned at the memory, "Don't remind me! But hey, at least it's unique?" 

The bell above the door chimed brightly, drawing the attention of the patrons as a striking blonde entered "Raven's Brew." She carried an air of confidence, her strides purposeful yet graceful. As she approached the counter, her eyes met Raven's, and a palpable change came over the atmosphere. A subtle recognition, mixed with an undeniable warmth, passed between them. 

"Clarke," Raven greeted, her voice softer and tinged with a hint of nostalgia. 

"Hey, Raven," the blonde, Clarke, replied, her blue eyes shimmering with genuine affection. "Still brewing the best coffee in town?" 

Raven chuckled, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "You know me, always trying to outdo myself. The usual for you?" 

Clarke nodded, leaning against the counter. "Always. And maybe one of those delicious blueberry muffins if you still make them." 

"They've been waiting just for you," Raven teased, her hands already getting to work on Clarke's order. 

As the two exchanged light banter and shared brief updates about their lives, it was evident to anyone observing that there was a history between them – a depth of understanding and shared memories. 

 Their ease and familiarity stood out, leaving the patrons, including Lexa and Anya, subtly curious about the nature of their relationship and the stories it might hold. 

Raven deftly poured the steaming coffee into a cup, adding just the right amount of froth on top. Beside it, she placed a fresh blueberry muffin, the scent wafting enticingly. Clarke watched with appreciative eyes, taking in the familiar gestures and techniques Raven used. 

"Here you go," Raven said, sliding the coffee and muffin towards Clarke with a flourish. "Made with extra love, just for you." 

Clarke chuckled, her fingers brushing against Raven's as she accepted her order. "Always the charmer." 

The playful tone gave way to a moment of seriousness as Raven looked at Clarke, curiosity evident in her eyes. "So, are you just here to visit your mom? Or is there another reason?" 

Clarke hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant, before answering. "Actually, I've been considering a position at Polis General Hospital. If everything goes well, I might be moving back here permanently." 

Raven's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Back to Polis? That's big news." 

Clarke nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in her demeanor. "It feels like the right time to come home." 

The two women shared a knowing look, understanding the significance of the decision and the memories tied to their hometown. The depth of their shared past resonated between them, hinting at stories yet to unfold. 

Raven, pouring another customer's order, paused for a moment and glanced around to ensure they had a semblance of privacy. "You know," she began cautiously, "Finn moved out of Polis a few months ago." 

Clarke took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Yeah, Mom mentioned it when we spoke last." She hesitated, setting her cup down, the ceramic making a soft clinking sound against the saucer. "But honestly, even if he was still here, it wouldn’t change my decision. I'm not coming back for the ghosts of my past, Raven. I'm coming back for me, for my family, and for the future I see here." 

Raven observed Clarke, noting the strength and determination in her stance. "It's good to see you've grown and moved on," she said softly, genuine admiration evident in her voice. 

Clarke smiled wryly, "We all have our paths, Raven. And sometimes, they lead us back to where we began, but with clearer eyes." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "And I'm ready to see what Polis has in store for me this time around." 

Raven leaned slightly against the counter, her expression softening as she took in Clarke's resolve. "Good," she affirmed with a nod, her smile reaching her eyes. "Polis has missed you, and it's high time you came back to reclaim your place here." 

Clarke chuckled, finishing the rest of her coffee with quick sips. She stood up, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Picking up the untouched blueberry muffin, she glanced at Raven, her eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. "I've got to meet Mom at the hospital now, but I promise I'll swing by later in the week. There's so much to catch up on." 

Raven's smile widened, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "I'll be here, waiting with your favorite brew." 

With a nod and a wave, Clarke made her way to the door, leaving behind the cozy ambiance of the coffee shop and stepping into the bustling streets of Polis, ready to embrace the next chapter of her journey. 

From her vantage point in the corner of the coffee shop, Lexa observed the entire exchange between Raven and Clarke. She had initially turned her attention to them out of mere curiosity, as the palpable familiarity between the two was hard to ignore. However, as the conversation unfolded, Lexa found herself inexplicably drawn to the blonde named Clarke. 

There was an undeniable charisma about Clarke, her posture exuding confidence, yet her eyes radiated a warmth and vulnerability that made her captivating. Each gesture, from the way she cradled her coffee cup to the soft, contemplative look she wore as she conversed with Raven, held Lexa's attention. But beyond that, it was Clarke's ethereal beauty that truly struck Lexa. Her blonde locks framed her face perfectly, and her piercing blue eyes held stories of both joy and sorrow. 

Caught in her observations, Lexa's thoughts wandered. She wondered about Clarke's life, about the connection she shared with Raven, and what had brought her back to Polis. But amidst these musings, one undeniable realization floated to the surface: she was truly captivated by Clarke's beauty and presence. 

When Clarke left the coffee shop, Lexa's gaze lingered on the door for a moment longer, lost in thought, before she shook her head slightly, smiling to herself at the unexpected turn her day had taken. 

Anya, who had been engrossed in her coffee and musings about Raven, couldn't help but notice the change in Lexa's demeanor. Following her friend's gaze, she saw the radiant blonde, Clarke, make her exit from the coffee shop. When she turned back to Lexa, there was a far-off look in her friend's usually sharp eyes, a subtle hint of wonder that was not there before. 

Leaning across the table with a smirk, Anya teased, "Well, well, Lexa, seems like you've been hit by Cupid's arrow. Never thought I'd see the day." 

Lexa blinked, taken aback by Anya's observation, and her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she retorted, trying to sound dismissive. 

Anya raised an eyebrow, her grin widening, "Come on, Lex. I've known you for years, and I've never seen you look at someone like that." 

Lexa sighed, her defensive facade crumbling slightly. "She's... captivating," she admitted, her gaze drifting back to the door. 

Anya chuckled, her voice gentle. "Looks like there's more than just coffee brewing in this place." 

Over the course of the next week, Lexa and Anya found themselves visiting "Raven's Brew" more frequently than usual. Each time, the two would settle into their favorite corner spot, the warm ambiance of the coffee shop enveloping them as they chatted, laughed, and shared moments from their day. But despite their casual conversations, Lexa's eyes would occasionally drift to the door, searching for the familiar flash of blonde that had so captivated her the previous week. 

Anya, observant as ever, noticed Lexa's hopeful glances. With each passing visit and no sign of Clarke, she saw Lexa's initial spark of excitement wane, replaced by a subtle look of disappointment. 

One evening, as they sat under the cozy glow of the coffee shop's pendant lights, Anya decided to bring it up. "You know, Lex," she began, her voice soft, "sometimes the universe has its own timing. Maybe it's not the right moment for paths to cross again." 

Lexa took a deep breath, her gaze settling on her steaming cup of coffee. "I know," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of melancholy. "It's just... there was something about her, something intriguing. I can't quite put my finger on it." 

Anya reached out, giving Lexa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. If it's meant to be, you'll see her again. And if not, well... life has a way of bringing us exactly what we need when we least expect it." 

Lexa managed a small smile, grateful for Anya's unwavering support. "I guess you're right. Let's see what the universe has in store." 

The leaves outside "Raven's Brew" had transformed into a kaleidoscope of autumn hues, casting dappled sunlight across the coffee shop's rustic interiors. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the subtle notes of cinnamon and nutmeg, evoking the unmistakable essence of fall. Lexa and Anya, wrapped in cozy sweaters, were deep in conversation, the warmth of their beverages contrasting with the crisp air outside. 

As they chatted, the familiar chime of the entrance bell sounded, causing Lexa's gaze to shift reflexively toward the door. Her heart skipped a beat as Clarke, dressed in a chic fall ensemble, stepped into the coffee shop. The blonde's eyes scanned the room, momentarily pausing when they met Lexa's, before she walked up to the counter. 

"Raven," Clarke began with a playful tone, "when are you going to give in and start making pumpkin spice coffee? You know it's the highlight of my fall." 

Raven rolled her eyes with a mock exasperation, a grin forming on her lips. "Every year, Clarke. Every year you ask. Fine, just for you, I'll consider adding it to the menu. But only if you promise to stop pestering me about it." 

Clarke laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Deal. But only if it's as good as the ones you made back in college." 

As the two shared a brief exchange filled with shared memories and laughter, Lexa felt a familiar flutter in her chest. Anya, catching on, leaned over and whispered, "Looks like the universe is finally on your side, Lexa." Lexa shot her a grateful smile, silently hoping this unexpected encounter would be the start of something new. 

Amid the gentle hum of conversation and the rhythmic whir of the espresso machine, Lexa queued up at the counter, ready to order her favorite treat. Raven, always a burst of energy, greeted her with her usual vibrant smile, "The usual blueberry muffin?" 

Lexa nodded, smiling back. "Yes, thanks." As Raven turned to fetch the muffin, Lexa's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Clarke. The blonde was engrossed in a book, occasionally taking sips from her cup. Every now and then, their eyes met, and Lexa quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. 

Catching onto Lexa's not-so-subtle peeks, Raven leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, she's single." 

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her gaze snapping back to Raven, who was now grinning mischievously. "Is she? I mean... I was just, you know, wondering what she was reading," Lexa stammered, trying to play it cool. 

Raven chuckled, handing Lexa her muffin. "Sure you were. But in case you were also wondering about her relationship status, now you know." 

Lexa took a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "Thanks, Raven." 

Raven winked, her voice playful, "Anytime. And remember, there's no harm in saying hello." 

With a newfound spark of hope, Lexa took her muffin and contemplated her next move. The prospect of approaching Clarke suddenly felt a little less daunting. 

Across the room, the sunlight from the window illuminated Clarke's silhouette, casting a gentle glow on her as she lost herself in the pages of a novel. Lexa took a deep breath, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. 

Gathering her courage, she walked over with purpose, each step feeling heavier than the last. When she was a mere few feet away, she cleared her throat lightly to get Clarke's attention. Clarke glanced up, her blue eyes momentarily filled with surprise, which quickly shifted to curiosity. 

"Hi," Lexa started, offering a small, genuine smile. "I've seen you here a few times, and I thought it was about time I introduced myself. I'm Lexa." 

Clarke's lips curved into a warm, inviting smile, clearly pleased by the unexpected introduction. "Hello, Lexa. It's nice to finally put a name to the face. I'm Clarke." 

The air between them, previously charged with anticipation, seemed to lighten instantly. 

As the initial surprise of the introduction subsided, Clarke's eyes skimmed over the empty chair across from her. There was an easy, inviting energy about her as she gestured to it. "You know, Lexa," she began, tilting her head slightly and maintaining her warm smile, "I was just looking for some company. Would you like to sit and chat for a bit?" 

Lexa, caught slightly off guard by the immediate invitation, felt her pulse quicken. She had expected a polite exchange of pleasantries and nothing more. But this? This was an opportunity she hadn't dared to hope for. 

Taking a moment to compose herself and not wanting to appear overly eager, she replied with a nod and a gentle smile of her own, "I'd like that. Thank you, Clarke." 

As Lexa took the offered seat, the ambient sounds of the coffee shop became a gentle background to their budding conversation. 

As the coffee cups emptied and the noise in "Raven's Brew" ebbed and flowed around them, the topic of professions inevitably arose. Clarke, with a playful glint in her eye, ventured, "You've got this analytical look about you when you're thinking. Do you, by any chance, work in law?" 

Lexa chuckled, impressed by Clarke's perceptiveness. "You're good. Yes, I'm an attorney, working with a law firm downtown. And you? I see you have a medical journal, I’m pretty sure that isn’t for pleasure reading." 

With a grin, Clarke replied, "Got me. I'm a doctor. Pediatrics, over at Polis General. It's been a fascinating journey." 

As the conversation progressed, the realization of their respective careers led to a delightful mix of playful jibes and shared anecdotes. Amid the banter, Clarke's face took on a thoughtful look. "You know, Lexa, Polis isn't a big town, and I've been here most of my life. I feel like I would've remembered someone like you. Where are you originally from?" 

Lexa took a sip of her coffee, looking contemplative. "I grew up in Arkadia, a town a couple of hours from here. Moved to Polis for law school and decided to stay afterward. I've been here for a few years now, but I tend to keep a low profile, buried in cases and all." 

Clarke's eyebrows lifted in surprise, "Arkadia? I've been there a couple of times. It's a lovely place. And it's no wonder we've never crossed paths. But I'm glad our orbits aligned now." 

Lexa smiled, the warmth evident in her eyes. "So am I, Clarke. So am I." 

The ambiance of the coffee shop was cozy, and the conversation between Clarke and Lexa flowed with an ease that neither expected, given that it was their first real interaction. Their laughter caught the attention of many, including Raven, who chose that moment to saunter over to their table, an impish grin on her face. 

"Hey, Blondie," Raven began, nodding at Clarke, "You know, I've been considering adding some seasonal flavors to the menu. Given your not-so-subtle hints earlier," she shot Clarke a teasing look, "I've decided that tomorrow, we'll be serving our special pumpkin spice coffee – the one I used to brew back in our college days. Thought you'd like to know." 

Clarke's eyes lit up with delight. "Really? Raven, you're the best! I've missed that flavor. Nothing else comes close." 

Not missing a beat and seizing the moment, Clarke turned to Lexa, her blue eyes searching the other woman's face. "How about it, Lexa? Would you like to join me here tomorrow? Sample the legendary pumpkin spice coffee and... continue our conversation?" 

Lexa felt a warmth spread across her cheeks, her heart rate increasing just a touch. "I'd love to. It's not every day you get to taste a legendary coffee, after all." 

Raven, sensing her job was done, gave Clarke a wink and a thumbs-up behind Lexa's back before heading to the counter. Clarke and Lexa exchanged smiles, their coffee date set, with the promise of many more shared moments in the future. 

The golden hues of autumn transformed Raven's Brew into a haven of warmth against the chilly breeze outside. Inside, it had witnessed the blossoming love story of Lexa and Clarke, their initial awkward conversations maturing into intimate dialogues that lasted hours. They had become inseparable, and to regular patrons, they were the embodiment of a fairy tale love story. 

The coffee shop's walls, if they could talk, would narrate the story of two souls connecting over shared experiences, whispered secrets, and countless lattes. But Lexa and Clarke weren't the only love story unfolding under its roof. 

Anya, after many stolen glances and hesitant conversations, finally mustered the courage to approach Raven one evening. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow through the cafe's windows. The ambiance seemed just right. 

"Raven," Anya began, her voice slightly shaky, "I've been meaning to ask you something for a long time." 

Raven looked up, her curious eyes meeting Anya's. "Go on," she encouraged. 

"Would you... um, like to go out with me? For dinner, maybe?" Anya asked, her heart racing. 

Raven's eyes twinkled with a mix of surprise and delight. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied with a playful smile. 

The cafe, once just a quiet corner in Polis, had now become a cornerstone for two beautiful love stories. As days turned into months and months into years, Raven's Brew wasn't just known for its coffee anymore.  

It was a place where love brewed, connections were forged, and destinies intertwined. The tale of Lexa and Clarke, alongside Anya and Raven's budding relationship, became legends of the cafe, whispered amongst patrons and shared as a testament to love's mysterious ways. 

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Base Yandere Raymond Reddington Headcanons: Manipulation (+ Romantic HC with S/O) The Blacklist

#Yandere #YandereRaymondReddington #YandereTheBlacklist #RaymondReddington #RaymondReddingtonxReader #Reader #TheBlacklist #Headcanons #YandereHeadcanons 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Here are those headcanons I said I would do! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here and these headcanons, a mix of base and also the bonus romantic with S/O!]

(Disclaimer: Raymond Reddington is not yandere in canon, though he does have issues he is not yandere. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional yanderes and characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. No Matter how charming they may be!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Raymond Reddington X GN Listener-

.Raymond is a highly intelligent individual.

.He is also very driven as well.

.On another end he has developed sociopathic tendencies, most likely due to PTSD since he was not born that way.

.With this he takes pleasure in torturing rivals and anyone who dares hurt you.

.He is very much in love with you, his past lovers never compared to you.

.He is a very sly and manipulative yandere as well.

.Thing is most of the time you cannot tell that he is manipulating you.

.As he is very charming and a professional liar.

.It is almost impossible for you to know that he is manipulating you and catching you in his web of lies.

.He also hates rude people (I wonder who that reminds me of hmmmmmm~)

. Especially if they are rude to you.

.If you are rude, you will be getting a spanking that is for sure. (You might like the spanking as well. we do not kink shame lol)

.He has no qualms with killing people, so he will for sure kill anyone that gets in the way of his love for you.

.Even his friends are not safe from his mission to have you.

.He would also spoil you silly, he adores you more than anything.

.Giving you anything and everything you needed.

.You also will be under his watchful eye and his protection always.

.No one will harm you if he has anything to say about it, which most likely he would.

.He is so kind, sweet, and loving to you.

.A side he rarely shows to anyone else.

.He is also a man of his word, when he says he will make you love him, he means it.

.He also will protect you with everything he has. Dedicating his entire being to keeping you safe, loving you, and having a family with you.

.He would confess to you in a romantic way, candlelit dinner in Pairs, a harp playing.

.It does not matter if you say no.

.He is still going to have you, at this point, you are too deep in.

.There is no way you could escape Reddington even if you wanted to.

.You are His!

-Bonus Romantic Headcanons With Yandere Raymond Reddington X S/O GN Reader

.He loves you and you love him.

.He spoils you all the time, picking up the most wonderful things for you.

.Showering you with love and affection.

.Nothing is ever going to stop him from adoring you.

.He truly adores you.

.He would be the type of partner to take you on spontaneous trips.

.Taking you Anywhere around the world to spoil you to even just a dinner.

.He loves dancing with you and showing you off.

.Though he denies showing you off of course.

.Is incredibly romantic and caring.

.If you have a craving he has that item to you within hours at most.

.He also dots on you.

.Physical touch is a big part of his love language.

.Just holding your hand or stroking your hair, or just holding you.

.He loves and adores it.

.He wants to give you the world and he will.

.Of course, you two will get married very soon.

.The most intimate but beautiful wedding ceremony.

.He would give you, your dream home, in your dream country.

.Having it as a safe haven, where you will always be safe and you both can raise a family.

.Of course, this all is almost too good to be true.

.Anyone who has hurt you in the past, even before you met Raymond. Die. Painfully.

.Anyone who tries to get you to leave him is taken care of.

.He paid off your lover before him to leave you and break your heart.

.In which he swooped in and manipulated you into being with him. You are now his and he planned it all from the very moment he met you.

.You are blissfully unaware of just how much he manipulated you and how truly dangerous he is.

.After all, ignorance is bliss.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]