#but yeah these two are the same height!! crazy

[gendervapor14]

part two of silly doodles for friends!! ♥

part one ~ part three ~ part four

[deadghosy]

Do you know about the Welcome Home fandom? So what about Wally Darling!Reader?

HAZBIN HOTEL X WALLY DARLING! READER

prompt: you are a greeter of the hazbin hotel! Who knew a muppet looking demon could be so colorful.

You are so soft spoken! Like that soft voice you have can hypnotize anyone into doing anything.

“hello, welcome to the hazbin hotel. i’m your greeter.” You say with a “:D” face

You’re so colorful and you’re definitely shorter than Lucifer…i can see Lucifer picking you up like a damn doll at times as you just smile with your muppet ass smile.

You’re just TOO DAMN CUTEEE! 🦆💗 literally even husk grumbles and gives you apples by the bar for you to stop giving him those doe eyes you give him when you are needy for apples.

I feel because of your muppet look, it would bring attention to yourself as a muppets looking demon is quite rare around the pentagram city, or even hell itself as Lucifer and Charlie have a muppet or Marionette look. 

Literally you are friends with Lucifer because of it and he finds your muppet look adorable. Even with your 3 ft height. (Yes I looked up his height and damn he short as hell!😭)

You are just chilling after greeting some new sinners in the hotel as you read the news paper, Lucifer comes out of no where. Dead ass reads the newspaper trying to understand your likes and dislikes.

“Lu-Lu?” You said softly as Lucifer awkwardly smiles and does finger guns at you. “Oh what a coincidence? What are you doing here..?” He says awkwardly as he sweatdrops at his attempt to start a conversation with you. “I live here?” You said raising a brow sitting down the newspaper.

“Oh I do too! What a very crazy thing?!” He says pointing his finger at himself as he poofs away in embarrassment as you just sat there…..*cue in pure confusion*

Alastor would not hate you because you are colorful, lemme be realistic. You two would be mutuals. Not like “oh I hate you but you are cool” type shit. I mean you two are the people who wave at each other but never approach each other because you don’t know if they like you fr. 🥲

One time a sinner had shoulder bumped you on purpose thinking you wasn’t gonna do anything…BUT NAH! YOU GRABBED THAT MF BY HIS NECK AS A SHADOW COVERS YOUR FACE, only leaving your eyes showing as you kick they ass out. You ain’t dealin' with no bullshit at this establishment. And for your friend’s sake.

Angel likes to play with makeup with your face since it’s calling out for his makeup kit. Literally he does blue eyeshadow on you.

I headcannon you wear blue eyeshadow just like how Wally’s eyelid is blue up there. Dead ass it would be cute if it was just blue eye shadow and you had a natural blush on your cheeks. You are quite beautiful reader💗😘

Since Angel is a drag queen, he would also try to make you wear drag queen makeup only for you to sneeze at how much product he used…yeah he never used it on your face.

You’re beautiful natural anyway…just don’t sneeze in his face. Ever again.

You definitely look like you listen to 1970-80’s jazz music as you dance in the lobby with Alastor nodding along happy. Just two jazz buddies liking jazz.

I can imagine Charlie trying to hold you back from eating the fruit gift basket for the guests…you’re only aiming for the damn apples as your mouth was drooling for it.

Imagine Vox has you on his channel because he brided you with apples. He stalked you through your tv you had that has rainbows and apples on it-

Well anyways Alastor “recused” you because you just sat there “begging” to be saved is what he saved when you munched on an apple confused by why Alastor came to take you away from Vox.

If you and Lucifer hung out doing hobbies together, which he suggested. You’re panting a portrait as he makes a duck based off of you….he can’t help but show affection of making you a duck version of yourself.

Niffty and you definitely get along well as hell! As you two have the same fashion taste as you both will dance to the genre of music you guys like.

With you being the greeter, you always have a soft smile and a soft approach to make the guest and residents feel safe in the hotel.

Sir Pentious will absolutely admire you…like a friend crush. He just wants to be your friend but you are too pure to approach as he thinks he won’t be cool enough to be your friend.

Imagine Valentino seeing you shopping and he tried to approach you only for a red smoke to cover you as you blinked confused to see an overprotective Lucifer smiling at you as you had teleported to the hotel. But with Lucifer, you could see his real feelings as you felt confused.

After a few months you and Pentious became friends because of one of his egg boiz named Frank said his “boss” wants to be friends with you. You giggled and nodded as you and sir Pentious do trust exercises together when Charlie host them.

Husk had dilated eyes and purr at you because you scratched under his chin which made him snap out of his cat daze and slap your hand as you giggle with a soft gaze.

I headcannon Velvette to be your girl who makes your outfits in primary colors. Like that or just cute aesthetic kid core fits. 💗‼️

I can see how reader always gives balloons to sinners who had trouble reliving their childhood. So they give balloons out to the sinners who had childhood trauma. You are a greeter, and a hell of a good one. 🦆💗

Imagine how Wally! Reader has those safety pins that say “Welcome!” And it’s so cute because you made them a t hand and Lucifer saw his you had effort in it so he made you more to give out to the guests.

I feel like Valentino will try to get you under his contract so he can use your pretty look since you seem like a femboy….but really you’re just a little guy who likes apples and his friends.

YOU’RE ONLY 12 APPLES TALL! 😨

But the hazbin crew literally cockblock him to the point he just stops doing he was trying to do to you.

I can see Lucifer trying to impress you at times as he never has a friend that had a cute appearance like you so your blank eye stare always catches him off as you just stand there smiling so adorably.

I headcannon waking up to find an apple by your night stand as a note reads “hope you like the apple, my angel!”- Lu-Lu. You just blinked at the apple completely ignoring the note and eating the apple as you smile at the taste.

“…yummy apppleee….” You say until you open your eyes looking at the note. “Wait what.”

You had gave Lucifer back an apple basket with rubber ducks that had painted apples not it for your appreciation of the apples he gave you 

[moonstruckme]

could you do a poly!marauders with fem reader where reader doesn’t swear at all (or like REALLY rarely) and the boys are with her and something happens and she just starts cussing like a sailor and the boys are like O: ??where??did??that??come??from??

Thanks for requesting my love! This is not based at all on anything that's ever happened to me ofc (I've never cursed even once in my life and am a very attentive driver) but it was fun to write!!

cw: near-miss car accident

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 820 words

“I can’t believe you keep the seat so far back,” you say, squinting into the rear view mirror. 

“Right?” James backs you up from where he’s gently massaging Remus’ knee in the backseat. “Moony, your height is an injustice to us all.” 

Sirius smirks out the passenger window. “I don’t mind it.” 

You laugh, glancing into the mirror to assess Remus’ countenance. He’s usually the one to drive the four of you around, but he’d woken up this morning with his knee aching and none of you had wanted to chance him getting a cramp or tweaking a muscle while he had his foot on the gas. He claims the pain isn’t bad and the rest of you are playing along, but his promises do little to reassure you. Remus’ tolerance is crazy high from years of aches, pains, and injuries, so him saying it doesn’t hurt very much is like when Sirius says he’ll be over in five minutes; he probably believes it to be true, but everyone else knows better. 

Remus’ lips are twisted slightly upward at your bantering, though, and when you scan his face for signs of tension or discomfort you don’t find any. He starts to lean onto James’ shoulder, then shoots back up, eyes widening. 

Sirius’ sharp inhale has you whipping your attention back out the windshield, where another car is trying to butt into the small space between your car and the one in front.

“Fucking fuck!” You hit the brakes and slam the butt of your hand into the horn, letting it blare until the intruding car swerves back into their lane. If you’d hit them, it would have been Sirius’ side colliding with the driver’s door. Your blood pounds in your ears. “What the hell, jackass? Stay in your own fucking lane!” You start to pass them, and the driver hastily puts down his phone, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah, how about we stay off our goddamn phones while we’re on the road? Fucking dumbass.” 

You blow out a harsh breath, refocusing on the traffic around you now that the danger has passed. The car has gone completely silent. “Oh no, Remus, did it hurt your knee when I braked, honey? I’m so sorry.” 

A beat, and then Remus clears his throat. “Uh, no.”

The tension doesn’t break. You wouldn’t blame the boys if they were still in shock from your near-miss, but the quiet is a bit unnerving. You’re fighting the urge to look over at Sirius or glance at Remus and James in the rear view mirror, not wanting to take your eyes off the road again. 

You jump when James asks, “What just happened?” at the same time as Sirius shouts “Fucking yeah, baby!” and holds up his hand for you to high-five. 

You barely brush it with your fingertips, hesitant and a bit wary. “What?”

“Dove,” Remus says hoarsely, “I’ve never heard that kind of language from you.” 

“Oh.” Your ears burn. “Yeah, sorry.” 

Sirius makes a sound that’s half startlement, half something else. You chance a look his way, and he’s grinning at you, mouth hanging slightly open. You think those might be stars in his eyes. “Don’t fucking apologize,” he laughs, sounding downright giddy. “That was great! Fantastic! I didn’t know you had this side to you, gorgeous.”

You shrink a bit in your seat, but there’s nowhere to go. You know if you check your mirror, you’ll find two more pairs of eyes staring at you from the backseat. “I don’t usually…well, you guys haven’t been around me while I’m driving before.” 

James guffaws. Sirius has begun to shake with silent laughter beside you. “Do you mean to tell me this happens every time you drive?” James asks.

“Not every time,” you say defensively. “They spooked me.” 

“They spooked you?” Sirius hoots from beside you, and now you can hear even Remus’ quiet chuckling. “Baby, I didn’t know you knew half those words! If that’s what happens when you drive, I want you behind the wheel every time.” 

“Oi,” Remus objects, but there’s no offense to be found in his tone. “It’s not like I don’t cuss.” 

“No,” James replies, reaching up to squeeze at your shoulders playfully, “but with you it’s not usually such a performance. That was a spectacle!” 

“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” you say, but you’re giggling now too, worse when Sirius joins in on James’ teasing, pinching at your side. “You all curse like sailors, you were bound to rub off on me eventually.” 

“It’s not like you’re not allowed to curse, dovey,” Remus says. “It’s just that we weren’t expecting it from you.” 

“And what, you’re gonna act like it’s our fault?” Sirius scoffs, poking you in the ribs and grinning when you squirm away. “As if any of us would ever say ‘fucking fuck.’ That’s an amateur's work, gorgeous. Can’t blame us for that one.” 

[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

[cookierunauprompts]

I just had a crazy idea: Shadow Milk Cookie imitating Reader Cookie as soon as he sees them.

Imagine: He comes out of his prison, everyone is shaking in fear, and then he starts scanning everyone until his eyes land on Reader Cookie and he just goes "I'mma turn into them and mess around for a while!". Then Reader Cookie feels flabbergasted/intimidated and starts fearing the worst.

In short, Shadow Milk with shapeshifting powers!

i'll do you one better, he goes after everyone's knees/hj

Requested Prompts #20 - 💓♪

You watched on as the formerly imprisoned beast shapeshifted into each of your friends, picking out a thing or two to mock them for before going on to the next. A few of your highlights of the moment were when he went after Wizard Cookie for his height(literally just turning into a taller version of Wizard Cookie), and of course, him going after the fact that Pure Vanilla keeps on trying to sacrifice himself despite the fact the world still needs him. And then, of course, he got to you. " And then there's you," Shadow Milk Cookie began, turning back to his regular form. He grabbed you by the chin, staring right into your eyes. Unfortunately he cut you off before you could ask your stupid ass question you were thinking of. " What even are you? You're a constantly shifting blob of flavor and appearance, there's literally no logical or magical explanation for that!" He let go of your chin, throwing his arms up into the air. " I mean seriously! It feels like I'm talking to a bunch of different people at once yet also just one at the same time! What the hell is up with that?" He ranted. You took joy in seeing Cookie's who could see glimpse of your true form's confusion, it had been like that with all the other ancients alongside moonlight cookie. But in all seriousness... you were probably some kind of eldritch horror condensed into a cookie. " Yeah, uh, they're just like that. Apparently." White Lily spoke up, recovering from the emotion damage she'd taken. " Really?" Shadow Milk looked at you with suspicion, and you nodded your head to confirm White Lily's words. " Huh." He eventually said, looking back to his front yet not looking at anyone. " ... That's kind of hot actually-" He immediately gets smote by the guardian strike.

TLDR ; Reader is an eldritch horror probably.

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . I HATE U!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ HAJIME KASHIMO X BLK! F! READER SMUT.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: one-sided enemies to lovers, rough sex, vaginal fingering, edging, ruined orgasm, degradation, choking, breeding kink, spitting, hairpulling, cervix fucking, size kink, dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dick drunk y/n & pussy drunk kashimo, pussy slapping, usage of the names princess, angel, baby, slut & whore. soft! kashimo at the end.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 3.8k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ i went a little crazy on this one to be honest. like genuinely, i went crazy and i could’ve done more. i actually loved this smut tbh! mean kashimo <3333

He’s so annoying. It’s the only thought that’s in your mind as you glare at Kashimo Hajime — who might as well be the bane of your existence. He’s staring at you with the nastiest grin on his face; he had just tried to trip you in the library and gratefully, failed. You had quickly noticed his ploy and dodged his foot before he could swipe it underneath yours. “Are you fucking serious?” You snarl to him, plump, glossy lips pulling into a scowl. You two went to the same high school, and now — the same university. You wished that your dislike for each other would’ve dissipated when you two became adults; however, it didn’t.

To you, Kashimo is still as annoying and disgustingly cocky as ever. It’s only gotten worse since high school. He’s taller now — at around 6’4? 6’5? — compared to his teenage height of 6’1. Bulkier too. He still sports the same hairstyle, however; spiky shaggy cyan locks around his shoulders, with two small buns atop his head. His eyes are still that electric color that reminds you of fucking Sprite. As you glare at him, his face stretches into a grin. You curse the way your stomach tightens with attraction. Sure, you despised him — but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive.

“Aw, don’t be mad at me,” he croons, head tilted, arms outstretched into a slight shrug, “I was… stretchin’ my leg, you know?” You tilt your head, pushing your box-braids off of your shoulder as you give him the nastiest stare in your arsenal. “Stretching… your leg. Shut the fuck up, Kashimo. My God.” Your voice is coated in both exasperated and irritation as you snap out, “We aren’t fucking sixteen anymore. Get a grip.” And as you pass him, you grumble out, “Stupid fucking bitch.”

Unfortunately, he hears you. “I beg your fucking pardon?” He questions, gripping your shoulder and spinning you around with little effort. He stares down at you, one perfectly chiseled eyebrow arched. “I’m a what?” Something pools in your stomach as he stares down at you. Your eye-view is with his chest and you have to tilt your head up to properly look at him. Your eyes trail over his face. He looks mad. For once, he drops that cocky ass facade. You made him drop it. A smirk spreads across your face. It’s your turn. “I said, you’re a stupid fucking bitch, Kashimo. I think you heard me the first time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, unfortunately, I did hear you the first time,” Kashimo lets out a soft laugh as he runs a hand through his locks, eyeing you. It wasn’t his usual demeaning look, however. It was… closer to how you were looking at him. He gives you a small smirk and drops a heavy hand on your head, patting you. “I’ll see you later, ‘kay princess?” And he walks off, without another word, leaving your heart stuttering and mind confused.

It’s later that night when you’re in your dorm room, doing some studying. You’re in a flimsy tank-top and some small shorts that ride up the curve of your ass. Your textbook cracked open as you lay on your stomach, swinging your feet in the air, when someone knocks on the door. Your brows furrow as you question who could even be knocking at this time; it’s 12:13 am. However, you shuffle to your door and unlock it.

Kashimo is standing at the door, in nothing but gray sweatpants and a form fitting t-shirt. He tilts his head at you, looking you up and down. You frown; “What do you want, Kashim—” You’re interrupted by him grabbing your hips and pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours. You’re shocked to say the least, gasping for air against his lips. Your smaller hands clutch his chest as you break away for a moment. “Kashimo,” you gasp out, staring at him with confusion, “What’re you—?”

“Shut up,” he huffed, picking you up and pulling your legs around his waist. He’s so fucking strong, you’re honestly concerned. “This what you wanted, right? Right, baby?” He was quick to move your textbook to the side, pressing you into the blankets. His hands are squeezing your tits, and your back is arching, and you don’t even realize it, but you’re mewling out, “Yes, yes, yes,” and you know you’ve lost.

“How long have you wanted me, hm?” He asks, as his hands grip the hem of your tanktop, beginning to pull it off of you — you’re all too eager, lifting your arms up, breathing heavy. As he asks you that question, you have to think back in your past. The fleeting glances, the heat that coursed through you whenever he merely touched your skin. “High school,” you murmur, clearly embarrassed as you look away from him. The reality of the situation closes on you; you’re in nothing but your bra and shorts in front of Kashimo, who you hate. (Don’t really hate, it’s obvious now.) And also kissed.

This was splendid.

Your conflicted thoughts are interrupted by Kashimo himself, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pulling you forward. “Yeah, I know. You just weren’t gettin’ the fucking hint — baby’s a bit dumb.” His voice is condescending, but drips into your ears like honey. He’s pressing his lips against yours again, pulling you into his lap. You can feel the hardness of his length against your cunt, making you let out a whimper into his mouth. The kiss is messy, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, lapping at yours. He pulls away slightly to nip at your bottom lip, holding your hips down firmly against his body. As the two of you kiss sloppily, you grind your hips down onto him, and he lets out a soft moan. “Fuckin’ slut,” comes his rasped voice, “Pressin’ this pussy against me. Can feel how wet you are through the shorts.” You didn’t realize how wet you were until he said something. Now that you’re noticing it, you can feel your slick, trickling down your cunt, pooling in your panties.

His fingers hook through your shorts and he’s multitasking; pulling them down, down, down while laying you flat on your back against your pillows. His face pressing into your neck, lathering kisses against your neck and throat. His teeth dig into your skin, as Kashimo sucks a hickey onto your skin while his fingers dig into your thigh. His fingers creep little by little to your pussy. Quite frankly, you’re a hypersensitive mess, nerves completely on edge. All at once, everything was moving too fast and too slow for you. “K-Kashimo, are you sure—?” The question leaves your throat, but he’s quick to shush you with his fingers gliding through your cunt. Your legs spread immediately as you whine.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he hisses, index finger circling your engorged clit, “I’ve been waiting for this, and your fuckin’ mouth isn’t gonna ruin it for me.” So, you listen and you watch as he rips your panties, the fabric still clinging to your skin. He peels it off, leaving you in your bra and him fully clothed.

“Shut up, Kashimo,” you hiss, your legs scrunching as he runs his fingers up and down your pussy. “And just fucking touch me.” He gives you a glare, cyan eyes flickering with irritation. “You wanna be touched so bad? Fuck, Y/N, you’re just a nasty whore, aren’t you?” Kashimo grips your thigh and lifts up one of your legs, sliding two of his thick fingers into your soaking cunt. He gave you no time to adjust to the stretch and immediately began to thrust and curl his fingers against your gummy walls. You let out a soft moan, hands gripping the bed intensely as he pumps his fingers into you with no regard for your sensitivity, fingers leisurely, yet quick.

“O-Oh, fuck, w-wait—“ You stumble out, but Kashimo wraps his free hand around your throat, thumb coming up to touch between your lips. You take it without protest, sucking on it and sliding your tongue against it as if it was a dick. “Just a nasty thing,” he utters, eyes heavy with lust as the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. The rough pads of his fingers are curling just right against that good, spongy spot in your cunt, that makes you whine around his thumb and roll your eyes back.

“So there it is…” He grins, and suddenly his speed increases, making sure his fingers press against that spot every single time. And it’s disgusting the way your back arches and your legs thrash a little, his thumb sliding out of your mouth as your pretty, high-pitched moans fill the room. “Kashi, Kashi, oh shit, ‘m close,” you whimper, gripping his arm as you let out pants and desperate noises.

“Close?” He muses, an eyebrow raising. “Fuckin’ slut, creaming all over my fingers like this. Thought you hated me, hm? You just hated the fact that you couldn’t fuck me, didn’t you?”

Your pride was injured. You didn’t answer, avoiding the question — desperately focusing on your impending orgasm and the way your stomach tightened. You were right there, right fucking there… And his fingers stilled.

You let out an anguished whine as he pulled his fingers out of you. Tears filled your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. “Kashimo, why—?” You choked out, throwing your head back, trying to hold in your tears.

“I asked you a fucking question,” Kashimo snapped at you, before wrapping his lips around his soaked fingers. He released them with a soft pop before reaching his hands up to undo his buns. His hair trickles down the sides of his face like a waterfall. You’d admire him, if not for your ruined state.

He gets on top of you, lifting your back to undo your bra, tossing it somewhere. “I’m gonna ask you one more time, do you fuckin’ understand me? Don’t answer? Don’t cum.” You knew he was mean, but you didn’t know he was this mean. You let out a pathetic whine, disappointed in yourself for succumbing so easily, but you needed it.

You needed him.

So you nod, and Kashimo’s lips curl up as he snaps, “I need to hear a yes.” You let out a weak whine of ‘yes’ and he simpers out “That’s a good whore.” You feel yourself get leagues wetter. He pulls off his t-shirt, and you think you’re salivating when you see his pale abs, perfectly sculpted. He has a body gifted by the gods, a divinely sculpted v-line and a happy trail that reflects his hair.

He grabs your legs, yanking you so that your entire lower half is in his lap as his fingers slide back into your cunt. He’s slow at first, languid, before rapidly snapping into a ruthless pace, his fingers curling inside of you. You’re a mess, gripping the sheets and moaning, your slick soaking his gray sweats. All the while, Kashimo is talking you through it.

“Messy ass pussy,” he hissed out, his other hand pressing a slap to your clit, “Look at the way this hole is taking my fingers. You’re just so eager, aren’t you? Now answer my fuckin’ question, baby. All that hostility was because I wasn’t fuckin’ you, right? Angel jus’ needed that attitude fucked out, didn’t you, Y/N?”

And you’re agreeing, grasping at the sheets as you pant out, “Y-Yes—! Yes, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry— Fuck, right there, please, please, pleeeease… So close, Kashi, s’close.” He smirks at your state, purposely curling his fingers against your g-spot and pressing against it. You almost cum right there.

“So desperate. Just pathetic, Y/N. But I can forgive you.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, as if his long fingers aren’t ruining you right now. “Go ahead. Cum.” And as soon as you get permission, you’re letting go — creaming around his fingers as you squeal and tremble, stars dancing in your vision.

And to Kashimo, you look all too beautiful. He has to confess; he had never really hated you like you thought. He was just a dickhead. He was also a sucker for pretty girls like you, he was just bad at showing it. And when you looked like this, mouth open, eyes teary, braids splayed across your bed — God, he’s never wanted you more.

And it’s so visible in the way he’s yanking his sweats and his boxers down, revealing his perfect dick. Even in your orgasm induced haze, you’re sure you’ve never seen a more perfect dick. It has a delicious curve upwards, pale, like he is, but his tip is pink and weepy, precum gliding down the head. He’s neatly shaven, and his balls are heavy. He’s long, too long, tip just shy of his belly button. His girth is about three of your fingers. How are you supposed to take all of that?

You don’t know, nor do you care right now, not when he’s slapping his tip against your clit, making you whimper and spread your legs for him even further. Your hands wrap around his wrists as he goes to cup your tits, nimble fingers pulling at your nipples. “Hajime,” you croon, and the usage of him so off guard that his cheeks turn pink. “Pleeease, Hajime… Need you s’bad, put it in..”

The way you were whining drove him crazy; he couldn’t ever deny you, and he knew it. “Someone’s needy,” he whispered, his voice husky. He was just about as needy as you, and it was evident as his dick throbbed in his hand as he rubbed it up and down your slit before prodding at your entrance.

You let out a gasp at the stretch as he slowly pushed his dick into you, your hands immediately clutching at him, gripping anywhere you could hold. He was stretching you, so much so that tears were budding in your eyes. Your pussy gripped and clenched around him as he slowly filled you up; by the time he was done, you were arching your back off the bed, cries escaping your throat. His tip was pressed against your cervix, making slight pain course through you with every movement, even the slightest ones.

He’s gripping your thighs as he hisses, eyebrows furrowing at the way you’re wrapping around him. “Fuck, Y/N, there’s no way your pussy should be this tight around me…” And you’re nothing but a mess, whimpering as he tries to adjust inside of you, while giving you the time to get used to him.

“I’m moving now,” he said, pulling his hips back so that his tip was the only thing left in you. He slammed his hips forwards and you let out a squeal, your legs scrunching as he began to thrust into you, setting a rough and fast tempo immediately. You were damn near catatonic in your pleasured stupor, his tip nudging your cervix with every thrust. Your mouth hung open as the moans caught in your throat, the euphoria you were experiencing causing them to come out slow and gasped.

“I know, sweet whore, I know,” Kashimo murmured, slotting his lips to yours in a kiss as he grabbed your legs, bringing them near your chest, folding you in half. Every time he pulled out of you, his dick was coated in your messy juices, the sound of him thrusting into you echoing across the room. His hands found your throat, squeezing slightly while the two of you kiss, his hips still rolling into your pussy, which attempted to suck him back in every time he pulled out.

You let out shrill moans into his mouth as he pounded into you, the vein on his dick rubbing against your g-spot, making your toes curl. “R-Right there—!” You whine, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, Hajime—!” Kashimo chuckled against your lips, hiking your legs up higher.

“Needy girl,” he titters, “So drunk on my dick. You’re close soon, aren’t you, angel? Yeah, I can tell with the way this slutty pussy is clenching ‘round me.” He slaps your clit with his fingers, making you jerk, ecstasy coursing through you.

“Yes,” you whimpered, your stomach tightening as your pleasure nearly reached its peak. “Gonna cum—“

“Don’t cum yet,” Kashimo hissed, looking down at you. “I was gracious earlier when I let you cum on my fingers. But you’re gonna pay for those years of that bratty ass attitude.”

“But—“ You started, but you were interrupted by a particularly rough thrust that had you moaning, legs trembling. He’s trapped you down with his body, one hand around your throat and the other flicking your clit. “But nothing,” Kashimo snapped, hand tightening around your throat, “Fucking take it, do you understand me? And if you cum, it’ll be the last time you do so tonight.”

You let out a pitiful sob, tears filling your pretty eyes as you nod helplessly. Kashimo wishes he could be soft with you; wishes he could coo and kiss your tears, but no — this is what you wanted. You both knew it. So he pressed your legs further against your body as he slams his hips into you over and over like a man mad. All the while, your tears are spilling over as you let out sobbed moans. He thinks his dick gets harder inside of you while watching this show, as you cry out his name and begs to cum.

He should be generous, he should give you grace, but no. No, instead he pummels into you, his hand between your legs moving to press down on your stomach. “Y’feel me, angel? I’m so deep inside of you..” You wail pathetically, black spots dancing on the edge of your vision and your pleasure becoming tinged with pain. He only smirks down at you, before tapping your chin. “Say ahhh….”

You obey, lolling your tongue out, and he spits directly down into your mouth. You should’ve been repulsed, disgusted. But you weren’t. You swallow without even questioning or protesting.

“Good whore,” he praises, and you feel yourself ascend a little. Maybe your good behavior will convince him to let you orgasm.

“P-Please—“ You sob, as your nails dig into his skin, and you suck in ragged gasps of air, “Let me cum… ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, won’t be mean anymore, p-please let me cum..!” His tip nudges your cervix again and you dig into his skin so hard, he begins to bleed. You’re trying your best, you really are, but it’s becoming a struggle. Your pussy is throbbing, your stomach squeezing as you tremble all over.

Kashimo hums as he looks down at you. He just can’t deny you when you look like this. Edges sweated out, eyes filled with tears that spill down your perfect cheeks, all depraved and hungry for him. “Hm… Alright. Make a mess all over my dick, won’t you?”

You’ve never been more relieved to hear such words. You let go, pushed off the edge as your cream coats his length. Your back arches off the bed as you gasp, eyes rolled back. Your mind is a haze and you’re barely there, hanging on by a thread. You collapse onto the bed as Kashimo’s thrusts slow by a margin and he moves back to let your legs drop.

But he’s not finished with you, at all.

“Turn over, Y/N,” he commands you, and when you don’t respond, he grabs you and manhandles you onto your hands and knees. He pressed down on your back, forcing you to dip until your stomach is pressed against the bed nearly, but your ass is perfectly arched for him.

“W-Wait, ‘m sensitive—!” You gasp, as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon, hands gripping your hips. You squeal out a “Haji! Hajime, no more…! Too big—!” But he isn’t listening to you. He’s intent on ruining you to the fullest, and two measly orgasms can’t do that. His hand fists your braids as he slams his hips snugly against your ass, the clapping sound filling his ears with pride. He watches the jiggle of your plump ass as his dick splits you open.

You’re a drooling mess, head pressed into the blankets, muffling your incessant noises. He yanks your head up, snapping out, “None of that shit. Let me hear those slutty moans.” His lip is pulled between his teeth as he lets out a groan. Fuck, he’s getting close. But he wants to make you cum one more time before he does. He releases your hair and watches as you drop like a ragdoll, hands barely fisting the sheets. You squirm a little when he slams against your g-spot, and try your best to crawl away, but you don’t get far. He grips you by your hair and slams you back onto his dick, making you cry out. He’s grabbing you, scooping you up while sitting at the edge of your bed. You’re facing him and he can clearly view your face now.

Your eyes are glassy, mouth open in a small o. He grins. Look at you, reduced to nothing. He’s grabbing your legs while you’re in his lap, and with no care in the world, he begins to drop you down on his dick. You’re letting out noises mixed with a scream and a moan, arms around his back, acrylics dragging at his skin.

“One more, princess,” he’s groaning in your ear, even though you’re unsure how many times he’s pulled out of you. Three, right? You can’t remember; your head is foggy and the only thing you can focus on is the way his tip is pressing against your cervix, the way his big hands are cupping your ass as he drops you down on his dick.

And suddenly you’re gushing, creaming all around him, so hard and so forceful that it makes you collapse against his chest. But he *still isn’t done.* He’s still thrusting into you, his hips stuttering and becoming reckless. “Gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” He groans and you nod, nod, nod, babbling out, “C-Cum in me, please… Want your cum s’bad, wanna be swell with your cum—“

He’s hissing out moans as he slams into your cunt, “Yeah angel, gonna give you a fuckin’ baby with the way I’m gonna stuff you full of my cum—“ He lets out a choked out groan as he grips your hips, holding you down on his dick as he shoots thick, warm ropes of cum inside of you.

You collapse against him and his arms wrap around you, caressing your skin and pressing kisses to your forehead. “Good girl. So good f’me, Y/N..” Your eyes are closing, exhaustion creeping over you, when you hear him say, “Love you.. Gonna take care of you, princess.”

You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

[tapesfrom1980]

dating louis partridge would include..

-london dates. absolutely

-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)

-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip

-making fun of each others accents

-“bottah o wota 🤓”

-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”

-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”

-teaching each others lingo

-“why do you call them chips?”

-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”

-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”

-“crisps!”

-visiting him on set <3

-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose

-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”

-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it

-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends

-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”

-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”

-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it

-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat

-“like what you see?”

-“oh please, calm yourself”

-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”

-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you

-“whatever”

-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)

-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute

-“y/n, knock knock”

-“who’s there?”

-*smooch*

-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7

-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.

-“hey babe! who’s this?”

-“we’ll i’m-

-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”

-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away

-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”

-“thank y-

-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”

-“haha.”

-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)

-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him

-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session

-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered

-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?

-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses

-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)

-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you

-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have

-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart

-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS

-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that

-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much

-candid pics!!

-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)

-tons of polaroid / film photos

-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him

-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc

-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry

-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time

-he’s the best

[inmyheaddd]

grayson hawthorne childhood bsf to lovers head cannons

my first posttt!! grayson hawthorne ily

if u have any advice pls lmk!! also will be taking requests if u have any

rereading this and i realized it’s more of a story than head cannons

word count: 1.9k

you both come from very prominent families in texas, so it’s no surprise that you spent countless events and parties within each others company 

you and grayson were in the same nursery

there are multitudes of pictures of you with the brothers as babies/ toddlers, some you forgot even existed 

as you and the hawthorne brothers were all similar ages, you often found yourself ditching the adults and the formalities of the event and hanging out separately -usually in the treehouse- 

you weren’t really chatty or outgoing per say, especially compared to xander and jameson. however, around them your shell would fade a little bit. 

grayson was still quiet around you. one time when you were 12 and he was 14, you were climbing up the tree house with a broken arm (you were too stubborn, and slightly embarrassed to ask for help) he himself was walking towards the tree house from a distance. he sees you struggle, and runs to help you without any hesitation.

you offer him a smile and small “thankyou” when you are both up

he’s halfway turned already, nods without making eye contact, and walks away. 

you and grayson didn’t hit the best friends level until around 14/15

you didn’t talk to him as much as you would with xander, which is what led to xander noticing how many things in common you and grayson had 

he would subtly (not subtle at all) tell grayson about recent things you were doing 

“yeah, she’s into photography… just like you! isn’t that crazy?“

“did you know that she plays cello? just like you!” “i don’t play cello, xander“ “violin, cello, same thing! you could take pictures of violins together! tell me how many other people on earth you could do that with.. none! because she fascinatedly enjoys the same weird things that you do, except she does it better. you could learn some things!”

grayson slowly started talking to you more and more in group settings, and you both became more comfortable in each others presence

one time, you needed help with an art project. you had to design your own fictional apartment and create paintings, posters, photos, and furniture unique to you. 

you were not the most creative person at 14, but heights country day had high expectations. 

after 3 days of no progress, you called grayson explaining and asking for help.

to your surprise, he agreed to do it and over the next few weeks you both worked on it.

you started to involve snacks and watching movies (ends up being background chatter whilst you talk) or just talking in the times you worked together, to make it feel less like an appointment and more like friends talking and helping each other out

one time you suggested you play music ask background noise, and to his surprise you two had extremely similar music tastes. another thing for you to talk about!

as one of the requirements for the project were your own photos, you and grayson would sneak pictures of each other without the other knowing, and one time went out together for the sole purpose of taking photos of surroundings. 

jameson liked to call that “the ultimate first date for nerds”

you and grayson both repeatedly insisted it was not a date (grayson would go all out and beyond if it was)

during these few weeks you became inseparably close, half the time you hung out to work on the project, it was long forgotten within the hour. 

you realized you started to develop a small crush on him

after you turned it in and got 100, you took a chance and asked him if you two could go out to celebrate. he was extremely happy for you and your mark, and agreed

you decided on going to the park and have a celebratory picnic, not so subtly accompanied by xander and jameson about 500ft away who just so happened to be coincidentally walking by! 

the awkwardness once present many years ago was long gone, and you two were laughing and talking like there was no tomorrow 

to anyone who didn’t know you two, they would’ve never even guessed you were as quiet as you were around other people. 

around eachother, you felt like there was no pressure to perform, put on a fake face, and any over thinking. 

xander and jameson were genuinely surprised, and thought you two were secretly together, and asked grayson about it a few days later 

“so! me and xander were casually strolling through the park as one does, and we just so happened to see you and y/n!” graysons infamous eyebrow arch appears with a monotone “and?” 

“you were more smiley than i’ve ever seen you in my whole entire life” xander deadpans. 

“do you have something to tell us?” “yeah, why would you not tell me and jameson you two were secretly dating!”

“we are not secretly dating, we were celebrating her 100 on the project we worked on.” 

“oh yeah, the ‘project’” xander says in air quotes, dragging the oh with an inquisitive look on his face

graysons face is expressionless as he stays silent for a second. “i’m done with this conversation” grayson says as he walks away.

“you know gray, it wouldn’t be so wrong if you liked her. you deserve someone good for you” jameson calls out. grayson pauses for a second, and continues to walk.

hes always liked you, he just didn’t want to ruin the one good thing he had going for him in his eyes. every time he lets someone in, which is rarely, they end up gone.

you were inseparable bsfs, always getting mistaken as together by older adults, or getting told that you should be together. 

you and grayson swap annotated books all the time

youd make fun of him for his over analysis of the lines and characters, whilst your annotations would often be “no fucking way” “I KNEW IT” “this psycho bitch” “WHAT” “aww”

he’d make fun of yours as well, but secretly, it was his favorite part of reading the books you’d give him, never failing to make him smile.

he went with you to homecoming, his suit and tie matched your dress and he gave you a matching corsage; all a total surprise to you

literally everybody thought you were together 

he held your shoes for you when your feet got tired 

after the party, you went to an icecream place and talked for hours still in your outfits. people looked at you strangely but you didn’t care because you were both too infatuated with eachother to pay any mind.

on movie nights you two would have together, you two would always look at eachother at seperate times, turning your head when his eyes are about to catch yours. 

when you’d fall asleep on the couch next to him, you’d somehow wake up in your bed 

when you watched the notebook together you noticed him shed a single tear whilst you were crying your eyes out

your crying immediately stopped when you saw it and relentlessly teased him for it as he says “he’d never cry to a romance movie”

when nash would come home he’d always ask grayson if you two were together yet.

you had liked grayson for around 3 years now, and you thought that if he liked you he would’ve said something by now (doesn’t make sense when you’ve liked him for 3 years but said nothing, but it’s ok) 

so when a cute guy in your math class asked you to prom, you agreed

he ended up being 3 hours late, and when he did show up, he was dancing with another girl the whole time.

you didn’t even like the guy, so why were you so sad? you didn’t know.

you exited through the back door and sat in the parking lot. xander noticed your absence and called grayson right away

sitting in the parking lot with your knees to your chest, mascara threatening to run down your eyes, you notice a car pull up

upon further inspection you realise it’s grayson’s car 

you stand up and walk away and he jogs towards you and calls out your name

you turn around “grayson? what are you doing here” you say with a light shake of your head

“what are you doing here.” 

“it’s my prom night?”

“no, i mean out here. why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”

“i was just getting a breather, drunk teenagers am i right?” followed by a slight chuckle “im going back inside now, you can go.” you start to walk away as he’s still standing there

“you always look down when you lie, you know that?” 

you stop dead in your tracks and turn around, “what?”

“whenever you lie, you look to the side, look back up, look down, and then look back up again.”

“what? you’re talking crazy grayson. just go home, i’m fine” 

“there you go again, side, back up, down, up again.”

“how’d you even notice that?” you say with a star struck, almost in awe expression on your face.

he walks closer to you “i notice everything about you.” 

you’re at a loss for words, just silently staring at him while he keeps talking

“i notice that you always smile at people, even if you don’t talk, you smile. i notice that even when someone has wronged you numerous times, you’ll show them kindness. i notice that whenever you’re struggling, you keep it to yourself. i notice that you also insist on doing things yourself unless you absolutely need assistance, so you don’t feel like a burden, and it drives me crazy. you drive me crazy”

you’re genuinely dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, too many thoughts jumping in of your mind you settle on “i don’t do that” real smooth

“do you remember that day in the treehouse?” he pauses, “you broke your arm, yet you still tried to climb it.” 

you lightly laugh “yeah i was like 12, i thought i could do anything”

“you were still you.”

your face stills, and you notice something unfamiliar in the way grayson looking at you, something you’ve never noticed in his eyes before 

“gray, what are you saying, what does all this mean?” 

“i would spend my entire life noticing all the things you don’t know about yourself, and remembering all the moments you forget. because that’s what my life is. it’s you.“ he’s breathing heavier now, and pauses again “and i’ll work every single day of it proving to you that you don’t have to be alone. you are the one that showed me that, and you’re the one who needs to hear that the most. i’ll work everyday so that one day so you can see yourself from a lens that isn’t tinted with doubt. i’ll work everyday proving to you that i love you.”

by the end of his confession/monologue, he’s standing right in front of you inches away from your face you’re in genuine shock for a few seconds 

“say something. anything” after a beat of silence, you reply

“you know, i kept all the photos i took of you, of us, from that one art project years ago. it’s in my special box” you say with a light laugh

a smile starts to appear on his face “your what?” 

“my box full of things that i love, and never want to lose” you say in a quieter voice, looking at him straight in the eyes. “i love you, grayson, and i never want to lose you.” 

he reaches for your face and kisses you like you were the air he breathed, kissed you like you were the only person in the whole world, and like his life depended on it. he kissed you, and suddenly your world felt a little bit lighter. 

from that point on, you were together. you never explicitly told anyone you were together, not secret, just private.

a few weeks later, you two were walking around the hawthorne house, holding hands when xander and jameson pass by 

“how do say they aren’t a couple when they do things like that!” xander exclaims pointing at your interlocked hands 

jameson rolls his eyes annoyedly with a smile on his face “they are practically married at this point”

grayson turns around and looks back at xander with the faintest smile on his face “oh, we are a couple” and continues walking 

“WHAT??!!” 

“i so called it”

this is my first ever tumblr post i hope you enjoyedddd 

if you have any advice/improvements give them!! 

i have a part 2 started of what it’s like actually dating and it’s more head cannons than storytelling - this was def story/background heavy - lmk if anyone’s interested!!

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the paint

lilac, chapter nine

a/n: hi! I'm back after taking a short break to obsessively work on this year's kinktober, but now i'm finally back to writing this beloved story. it feels so good to get back into it. it's only been a few weeks, one month max, but i've missed my lumberjack so much.

summary: “oh please, there’s only one guest staying here right now, and even so, people know this room is under construction, who in their right mind would just willy-nilly waltz in here?” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, renovating an inn, painting, kissing, semi-public sex, oral, fingering, dirty talk

word count: 1922

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A faint ache began to bloom in the muscles of your face from how hard you were smiling. You simply couldn’t help it. Every time you thought you’d gotten it under control, your eyes would just flutter back up to the man beside you as he stretched, reaching the paint roller in his hand far enough up to kiss the taped-off crown moulding that framed the ceiling, and each time he’d do so, his flannel would ride up just enough for you to catch a sliver of his skin before it dropped back down, giving you just enough of an unintentional tease to remind you of what he looked like beneath it. 

“You’re laughing again,” Frank pointed out the soft giggle that bubbled out of you as your glance washed over him.

“I’m not laughing,” you gushed, straightening back up to your full height as you finally stopped rolling over the one low spot you had absentmindedly been painting over and over again for a few minutes or so.

Eyes briefly flickering your way, his feet carried him closer to you, “well, what’s so funny then that you can’t stop laughing?” 

“Nothing’s funny,” you tried to keep your eyes on the wall as you felt his broadness brush against your shoulder. 

“Oh, no?” 

“Nope,” you playfully bumped your hip lightly against his, childishly angling your roller dangerously close to where his was glazing the wall a soft blue tone, an action that quickly developed into a juvenile game of chasing him across the wall. 

To your amazement, Frank played along, keeping it going till he suddenly changed tactics and caught you by surprise, rerouting his roller down to collide with your own, however, it never got the chance to strike as you, in the midst of a giggle fit, retracted your brush from the wall, fearing that he would roll right over you and make your arm all sticky with paint. Though in the end, not noticing exactly where you were hastily withdrawing your paint roller to, it ended up being him that got smeared and not you. 

“Oh my god,” your eyes grew wide at the sight of the blue that coated over the dark brown of his plaid sleeve, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh yeah?” he glared back at you, grin crinkling up his eyes, “you didn’t?”

“I swear, it was an accident.”

“Ah, sure it was, just like this,” you felt his roller glide down the length of your top, making it look like you’d hugged a smurf.

Letting out a shrieking gasp, it only took approximately two seconds before you pouched in an attempt to get him back. Though the former soldier’s swift hands caught your roller before you could manage to seize your revenge, settling both yours and his own down on the covered floors before playfully wrapping his arms around you, halting your attempts at retrieving it. 

Laughter mingling and mixing into one, your feet then left the ground as Frank lifted you up. As your gaze now rose to be at the same level, the silly game swiftly vanished from your memory as you stared back into his brown eyes, both of your glee fading away as if it was never there to begin with. 

You didn’t know who initiated the kiss, but that part couldn’t be less important as your arms curled around his neck and one of your legs blissfully bent, softly flicking your foot upwards as you felt his tongue sweep across your own. 

Lowering you back down to the floor, his touch dragged up your form till his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at the very roots in such a way that made you purr against his lips. Feet shuffling, the far wall you hadn’t begun on yet soon collided with your spine, though you weren’t pressed against it long before Frank surrendered to your enthusiastic efforts in spinning him around and switching places.

As your lips then detached, you slowly began to drop down to your knees, a wide grin warmed Frank’s features as your fingers hooked into his belt, “what do you think you’re doing, huh?” his head gently fell back to collide with the wall as he stared down at you in adoration. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” you blinked up at him as you bit down on your giggling lips, palm nuzzling against his blossoming hard-on as you undid his belt, his excitement created an impressive imprint against the fabric of his dark jeans. 

“I think we’re in an inn full of people and someone could walk in here at any moment,” he narrowed his eyes almost in a daring fashion as you tugged his zipper down. 

“Oh please, there’s only one guest staying here right now, and even so, people know this room is under construction, who in their right mind would just willy-nilly waltz in here?” 

Not tearing his eyes off of you for even a second as you freed his heavy length, he muttered softly, “you’re trouble…” utterly hypnotised as you wrapped your fingers around his girth. 

“Nuh-uh,” you smiled up at him, “I’m adorable,” before you swiped your tongue softly over his tip, visibly sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, you fucking are…” he uttered enchantingly, mouth falling agape as you began to plant sweet kisses all the way down towards his base, your dazzling eyes never leaving his, “holy shit…”

As your slobber began to gloss him up, your palm exploited it as you slowly twisted your enclosed fist up and down his length, keeping your movements up as your lips soon wrapped around his bulbous head, flat tongue fluttering like a gentle sea against his throbbing underside. 

Looking like he had died and gone to heaven, you felt as Frank’s fingers reach down to ghost over your features, his broad thumb caressing the outline of your face as your head began to bob, drool slowly dribbling down from your efforts and adding to the mess already painting the front of your shirt.

“Atta girl,” his fingers tenderly combed through your hair, “fuck,” lips stretched, his tip hit a place in the back of your throat that caused your eyes to squint, tears nearly appearing before you settled back to slobbering around his head, “you're so pretty like this.”

One hand steadily pumping the latter half of him, your other wandered over your own thigh. Like a magnet, your fingers pressed down on your clit through your pants, the astonishing relief causing a muffled moan to vibrate against Frank’s cock, a sensation he clearly enjoyed by the sounds of his own eager groans. 

“Oh, just like that,” he grunted, eyes lightly fluttering as you gurgled around his cock, “don’t stop,” fingers flexing and balling up into a fist in your hair as he twitched in your mouth, soon stifling a mesmerising moan as he came down your throat, “fuck…” 

Letting go of him with a soft pop, you swallowed as you gazed up at his hazy visage, feeling yourself drip and drench your panties from the borderline meditative motion of giving him head. 

Hands still fast in your hair, Frank kneeled down to your level and pressed his lips to yours, the teasing touch you had going on over your pants quickly grew into something more desperate. 

“Could you–…” you breathed heavily, “god, I feel like it’s been forever since you touched me…”

A warm chuckle rumbled out of him as he looked back into your blown pupils, “we fucked this morning,” he noted, rising back up and scooping you with him. 

“Exactly,” you bit down on your smile, “it’s been like three hours.”

Slipping beneath your waistband, your grip fastened in the front of his open flannel as his fingers grazed through your wetness. Eyelids fluttering at the foggy sensation, Frank manoeuvred your frames, spinning you around and pressing your back against the wall. 

“Well, I’m sorry that you had to wait that long,” he entertained your quip, rubbing your puffy clit just right, “whatever can I do to make it up to you?” his free hand securely snaked around your middle. 

Sharing his breath, your nose nudged against his, “seems to me like you already have a pretty good idea of what could suffice.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled like a crackling fire, “could this maybe make you feel a bit better?” your hold on his shirt tightened as he gently slid one finger inside your dripping heat.

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily, one of your knees briefly lifting to graze against his leg. 

As you readjusted your arms, draping them around his neck, “or how about this?” his lavish pace then intensified as he eased his ring finger in beside his middle one, curving them a bit as the root of his palm nuzzled firmly against your throbbing clit. 

“O-oh, fuck!” your head fell back and collided with the wall, your fluttering gaze glued to his. 

Leaning in to muffle your breathy whimpers with his kiss, the sensual soppy sound his efforts produced echoed throughout the half-painted room, those only growing in their volume as he rocked his digits within you rougher.

Moans melting against his tongue as it danced against your own, it didn’t take long before your pussy clenched down around him, clambering and inadvertently pulling his fingers in that much deeper as he slowed back down, rendering it a demanding task for him to get his hand back with the way you blissfully clung to it. 

Head resting a moment against his broad shoulder as you caught your breath, your puffs gradually morphed into the same blissful giggle you hadn’t been able to shake just moments before.

“You know what?” you lifted your head. 

“What?” he chuckled through his smile. 

Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, you rose up to your tip toes and uttered, “I don’t know if I can wait another three hours,” before you captured your lips in another heated kiss, your hands swiftly travelling south on a mission for more. 

But just as Frank hoisted you up, your legs tangling around his hips, a booming voice from somewhere else in the inn cut through your haze. 

“I did it!” you heard your father shout, his jovial stride caused the staircase he hastily ascended to creak just as loud as his boisterous words boomed, “I finally did it!” 

“Shit,” you hissed, nearly pushing Frank away as you scrambled to hide any evidence of what the two of you had just done. 

“I’m a genius! I think I’ve finally cracked the code to croissants!” the moustachioed man burst through the doors just as you rushed to pick your paint roller back up as if it had been glued to your grip for hours. 

“Dad!” you skurried to roll some more blue on the wall, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how flustered you were, “hey!”

“I think I was handling the dough too much while laminating,” he rambled, flour tinting his apron a lighter shade of green, “also why I’ve never been great at pies, I fiddle with it too much, but I think I finally got the hang of it! Just pulled some out of the oven and they look amazing,” darting his dazzled gaze from you to Frank, he offered, “you kids want one?” 

“Uh,” you glanced back at the man, still standing close to where you’d blown him just moments before, “sure,” you stiffly heard yourself agree, “that sounds lovely, dad.” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sutaro-min]

[10:15 pm]

game over. game over. game over.

Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.

"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"

issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."

"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.

"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"

"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.

"issei, is that a girl?!!?"

issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.

an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.

"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.

"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."

issei rolles his eyes. again.

"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.

he grins. "your sister."

makki goes dead silent.

"hello? you there makki?"

through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"

"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.

"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"

"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."

"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."

issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.

"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.

"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.

you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."

Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.

issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"

you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."

issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"

you raise a brow.

"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."

you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"

"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"

you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"

you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.

"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."

issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."

"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."

"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"

"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”

issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.

makki falls silent again.

"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.

"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"

"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.

[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]

[salaciousdoll]

Armin’s Mean Girl

Pairings 🔪: Armin Arlet x fem!reader

Encapsulation 🔪: Being a mean girl is a life you lived and breathed, Armin couldn’t help but to fall in love even if you aren’t looking for love in a married man

Warnings 🔪: Smut, manipulative! Armin, manipulative!reader, face fucking, filming, dom!Armin( kinda), Armin is ooc and he’s taller than his usual height for the sake of this position( about 6’1), reader is spiteful towards the wife, a complete mean girl, eren is your ex and he’s mentioned, breeding, choking, impact play, dirty talking(degradation and praise), cheater!Armin, Husband!Armin, chubby reader, black coded reader( just not explicit), rough fucking, Cumming in mouth, swallowing, cervix fucking( just a little bit)

Word Count 🔪: 3.9k

18+ Spooky Hotties Allowed

This is for @sanzucide burn book collab, tysm for letting me join!!

Armin was your play toy who you loved to fuck. He always was so whiny and beautiful when you’re riding him.

The way his dulcet, blue eyes went droopy whenever you squeezed around him was enough to make you want him for yourself but instead you had to share with that bitch. You hated her ever since high school and now she is married to him at the age of 25 years old. Who the hell gets married in their 20s anyways? Bitches who act mighty and fake-classy, that’s for sure. Yeah you held hella resentment to the bitch who took everything from you.

Every activity you did, she managed to do and always got praises. Every friend you made or tried to make, she swooped in with her perfect smile taking them away from you. You were beginning to see a pattern when she took Eren away from you. He was your love at the time and she managed to slip her freshly done manicured hands that had the same design as you, French tips at that time, into his pants and heart.

She was the new girl at the school and yet she started to have more followers than you. You were the one who put her on the map, yet she turned out to be “better” than you. The people’s words of course not yours, duh! The pattern led you to believe she was obsessed with you ever since you befriended her when no one else was willing. Even your close friends managed to point out similarities between you two.

Every time you got a new mini skirt, she got the same fabric and design just a different color. Every heel you wore she wore at parties she’d invite everyone to. Everytime you got a new pair of gym shoes or boots her ass got them the next week or day.

She was an annoying little bitch and now she’s a changed woman. News flash she isn’t and you know it because once a mean girl will always be a mean girl, you all just grow up into mean sluts or whores. You can proudly vouch for that, reasons why you made it this far in life now: being mean and pretty can get you everywhere. You would know since you were the face of that category.

You were honestly beginning to feel bad for her at one point because of Armin Arlert.He was your play toy for two reasons only, one he was that bitch, Anna, husband and two because he was Eren’s best friend, crazy right. She fucked both of them but managed to marry one of them due to eren cheating on her with Misa, the same way he cheated on you with her.

Oh how much you laughed and posted the papers about her and eren relationship being over with the text messages of him and her when he was cheating on you with her, revenger was written at the top of the paper with red coloring and next to the screenshots were pictures of Eren and Misa making out in his car. You exposed them two in the process of exposing the slimy bitch you hated since she got to the school. The best part is— you didn’t care about the backlash.

Armin, on the other hand, was sweet but never innocent. You knew that from the start when you first met him in high school. He fabricated his innocence and honestly you wanted to call him out to get the kick out of it but what sense does that make if you can just prove his not so innocent based on his desperation for you alone. It was almost sad at how desperate he was. But you basked in his desperation, it made you really want to string him along for more than you planned. Candy is a good example to describe this situation—

very sweet but unhealthy to eat.

The feeling of evil was all around you as you had your phone out recording yourself sucking his long dick. You were enjoying sucking him off so much that you didn’t even care about his panicked face once he saw you recording on your phone. You also didn’t care because you were trying to fit all of him inside your mouth. You see Armin’s dick was bigger than your mouth can take, he was thick and long with three veins across his dick, it curved upwards and you found that fascinating once you finally fucked him senior year of high school, now you both were in college fucking like rabbits without his pregnant “wife” knowing.

Armin reached to grab your phone but you were quicker than him, “ Ah Ah Ah, this is for me, blonde, so sit back and relax while I suck your cock the way you like it.” Armin couldn’t help but to doubt what you were saying when he saw the smirk you displayed on your pretty face, “ You got to promise me that you won’t show anybody, especially her?”

You purse your lips out and scrunch up your face before responding, “ Okay, I promise but if you or her gets out of line then she’s getting shown the video of you eating my pussy, got that?”

You didn’t let him respond because you wrapped your succulent lips around his red flushed tip, sucking on it with eagerness while pointing the camera at you and then him when you saw the way his eyes rolled back. Gosh he was angelic and here you were sucking the “innocence” out of him.

You heard a faint “ fuck” as you took him deeper down your throat making sure not to gag too much, relaxing your throat in the process. You felt his thighs quiver underneath your pretty hands with light pink nails that fit well with your skin complexion due to how pretty the pink was. He had to sit up on his elbows to see you take him into your mouth, “ Fuck yes, take all of me baby, please, your throat is like another pussy baby. So tight and wet.”

You let out a little giggle against his cock creating vibrations, earning a deep groan. Your wink at the camera with a full mouth was enough to make him cum. He took the camera from your hands and held it in view of you sucking his dick with his stomach sucking in and out whenever you suck hard on his cock.

“ Aah yes baby, suck my cock just like that, such a good little slut.”, Armin moans, still trying to hold the camera up while his body bounced back on the bed. You took one of your hands and played with his balls, deep throating his cock to the best of your ability. His tip was bullying the back of your throat and you loved every second of it.

You let out little moans making his mind go in and out, he was mind fucked right now just off your plush, glossy lips wrapped around his cock like his perfect little whore. Armin couldn’t take it anymore, so he had no choice but to hold your head with his free hand, he moved into your mouth at a moored pace, “ ohhh shit, your mouth is soo… soo… amazing!”

You could tell he was about to cum when his balls slapped against your chin in pleasure. You holllowed your cheeks for him and that only got your nose stuffed against his pelvis taking in his beauotful scent with a mixture of his sweat musk. Your jaw felt like it was going to break and your throat felt like it was being punctured by a pin. Point being that it hurts.

You tried to breathe out of your nose since your mouth was stuffed with all of his dick but as soon as his balls jumped, cum flowed inside of your mouth, “ mmm”. Low panic of hums were heard, just like the deep groans heard around the room. Your were coughing and trying to break apart from Armin’s dick but he wasn’t letting up especially when he snapped his hips into your mouth three more times, “ Take it all baby, that’s right, swallow my dick baby, swallow all of my cum just like the perfect girl you claim to be. Oh!”

He talked like this to you when you made him mad or he’s completely had enough. You tried to swallow all of his cum but you were getting light headed, so you decided to tap his thighs telling him to let you up but he wasn’t listening until he saw your mascara roll down your eyes mixing in with the most angelic tears he’s ever witnessed. More spit was trailing down your mouth and onto his dick, creating more shininess. God! Did you look so perfect right now? A true slut. His slut!

Because you looked so pretty with tears and his cock in your mouth and because you were a good girl and swallowed most of his cum, he allowed you to breathe again. You hurried and latched yourself off his cock with a string of saliva disconnecting you apart from his cock. You sat on your knees coughing and wheezing from the impact of almost dying on his dick. Never did he ever do that and for some reason you wanted him to do it more often now. The feeling of dying while sucking dick was an entirely new feeling you were beginning to like, maybe even love.

Armin caught his breath as he sat up, still holding your phone to your face, seeing if you’re okay , “ You alright, baby?” You were confused because he was about to kill you just a minute ago and now he’s comforting you, you weren’t complaining though. To answer his question, you nodded your head and that action made him smile at you before pecking you on the lips two times, “ Allow me to fuck a baby into you? Can you allow that for me? Hmm.”

Your eyes widened at that statement and you were about to respond until you heard him chuckle, “ learn how to take a joke, baby, isn’t that what you always tell me?” You were frozen until you got the courage to laugh, “ yeah but I’m ready for you to take me now, please fuck me Min’!”

Armin smiled with a tight lipped smile prior to him grabbing your hand, pulling you up just to switch places with you while pushing you down on the bed in the process. You were confused because why would he push you down on your stomach instead of telling you to bend over if he’s fucking you in one of his usual positions: Doggy style.

“ You said you wanted to try a new position and I’ve asked Connie, Jean, Eren, and Reiner what positions are best when having sex, they added one called prone-bone. Honey, have you ever tried that before? Did he ever do that position with you because he suggested it to me without even knowing I was talking about his ex girl he’s still hung up on.”, Armin whispers in your ear. He was so happy you were already bare, it’s just your bra and panties still on. He also wanted to see your reaction to what he just said so he cocked his head down and to the side to see your face.

You were smirking because you knew Eren was the one who suggested it because that was a position you introduced him to and the position he taught to her— who will not be named.

Armin chuckled at your face before placing his knees on both sides of your hips massaging the fat of your ass in between his pretty, long fingers, “ Fuck, this ass is perfect and all mine.” You never heard him talk like this and was about to question him until he ripped your panties in half making you gasp, “ Armin! What the fuck!”

Armin didn’t care about what you have to say because he’ll just buy you more. Right now, he only cared about the feeling of your warm walls around his dick. He’s aching for it and he now knows you are too when he reaches down to rub your clit feeling the stickiness and wetness. He felt your body shake underneath him as you bit your lip letting a mean moan escape your pretty lips he’s fallen in love with. He could only see your since he was holding your neck with one hand, making you bend your back a little to gain access of the view of him taking you in.

“ Are you ready, princess? Hmm.”, He asked as he leaned down to pack you again. Armin was glad that you were under him right now. He may be short but damn did he have a long length somewhere else.

“ Please put it in already, I wanna feel you inside of me, Min’ please.”, you say as you looked up at him with doll-like lashes and pretty eyes he always admired. You knew you had him right where you wanted because you did two things he loved— batting those pretty eyelashes and begging.

“ You’re begging is so hot princess, your making my dick jump based off that alone.”, Armin says before letting go of your neck. He tapped your ass with his cock three times, pushing in with a deep moan. You and Armin moan in sync at the feeling of his cock bullying its way into you like a burglar breaking into a house.

Armin’s cock belonged inside of you and he knew it all along, he had no remorse on fucking you in the bed he and his wife lay, besides she just wasn’t you, so he definitely didn’t feel bad. He so badly wanted to because of the humane and nice side of him but his other side was doing the thinking and talking here and he let it. For you.

Armin snapped his hips into you, feeling you spasm around his cock like an elastic band. His cock was curved and hit you in all the right places. You stretched around him while also pulling him inside due to your tightness and he loved it so much, “ Aah baby, this feels so good, keep doing your pussy like that,”

You grabbed onto the sheets crumbling them under your respirated hand, “ Arminnn, this is too much, I think I could feel you in my stomach, Mmgh fuck!” Armin smirked when he heard your voice, fuck it was so sexy no matter the tone or how soft or deep it was. He was completely in love with you. He knew that ever since he named his first child after your middle name and naming his second child with a name similar to yours.

Armin’s movements were slow and steady since he set up your phone on the prompt up pillows he stored without you noticing. Your moans were soundless because of your face being stuffed into the cleaned sheets on his bed. He was so glad his wife was out with the kids tonight over her mother's house. He had the whole house to himself for the night since he chose to have a fight with her for this reason only. Making love and fucking you.

His warm lips trailed down the back of your neck as he moved in and out of your soaking tight cunt. The way you hugged around him should be studied in sex mususems if there is one. You sweet moans rolled off your tongue and sounded like his favorite genre of music on repeat. You were enticing and dangerous. He’d risk it all for you in a heartbeat.

The feeling of Armin kissin’ down your neck and back was everything you needed to add to this sensual pleasure but you wanted him to treat you like his slut he claims for you to be, right now he’s going so slow that it’s painful and pleasuring at the same time, “ Come on, min’ is that the best you got for me? What a shame when Eren did this position it was way better than whatever this is. I mean the way he pounded inside of me was something I will cherish until somebody has topped him and so far Nobody has topped him.” And to top it off you laughed at him.

Armin stopped every movement he had when you mentioned his best friend, your ex. Why did you have to go there and on top of that you laugh at him, mocking him, so he had no choice but to fuck up his wall. Don’t know how he’s going to explain it to his wife and don't care about it right now. Not after what you just said.

Armin positioned himself lower, making his chest touch your back, he forcefully intertwined his right hand on top of yours before using his left arm to wrap around your neck, “ You won’t even think about him when I’m done with you.” Armin snapped his hips into your ass creating ripples form how hard he fucked into your pussy. Your oussy quivered around his cock but he didn’t care because he kept going like that. Wet claps were heard around the room in sync with the bed frame hitting the wall over and over.

You couldn’t do anything but scream from the impact of his dick creeping it’s way to your cervix. Everytime he moved in your walls clamped around him like a magnet and when he moved out they went right back to the way they were before. You felt so good and full, this is what you wanted.

His name felt like a ritual to you since you were chanting it over and over as he fucked inside of your faster, finally making his tip collide with your cervix over and over. Meanwhile, your eyes were rolled into the back of your head at his movements and words whispered in your ear, “ This is what you wanted right. You wanted me to treat you like the slut you are, right? How embarrassing. Truly.”

You almost wanted to cry at his tone and the fact that the way his dick is slamming into your pussy felt like somebody was slapping you on your pussy over and over. Technically he was since his balls slapped onto your clit.

He finally lifted up and put your legs together before pouncing on you again. You couldn’t see the look in his face and you wished you could because he was ducking you just like you wanted him too.

He held himself up by his hands before digging inside of your pussy like a man trying to find gold on sacred land, “ Fuck yes, so embarrassing for you to only think of being a slut. Nothing else goes on inside of that pea brain of yours and it’s concerning. You’re so- ughh! Shit!- so damn lucky your face and pussy makes up for what’s lost up there. Such a mean girl but with a broken mind, am I right?”

You felt disgusted because he was right and because he was holding your head down with one of his hands. He turned your head to the picture on his dresser and it was of his family. Gosh were you really a whore.

“ Armin, please, it’s starting to hurt but I want you to keep going, Mmgh, you fuck me so much better!”, You say with tears coming out your closed eyes. You only closed them to get the image of his family out of your mind while fucking him and it worked but not for long when you heard him let out a loud groan before lifting half of your body up by your hair, “ Don’t take your fucking eyes off that photo, you want to act like a slut and mention the one name I told you not to mention than you’ll be treated like a 2 dollar Whore who’s fucking a married man with two kids, ahhh fuck! Your fucking getting off to this shit because you’re squeezing me so hard.”

Your neck was starting to hurt but he didn’t care because he still drilled into your pussy with no mercy. You were starting to feel like you were about to piss on yourself so you reached back to tap his thighs, but he swat your hands away like a fly on a hot summer day. You felt humiliated when you started to feel yourself peeing, only to feel yourself squirting instead. You hated how the two were similar but you loved the feeling of squirting on a big dick. Armin was the only one to make that happen.

You screamed out his name over and over as he continued to pound inside of you despite you squirting on his dick and the bed, “ Ahh Armin, I wanna- Ohh fuck!— I wanna cum, fuck it I’m about to cum..” you chanted out pleas after that and honestly it was falling death on his ears because he was too focused on getting himself off right now that he didn’t care what you say or did.

“ Puusy is mine, you got that. No other person can make you feel this way like I do. You know this, princess. Huugh fuck— you fit around me so well, your pussy has been fucked into shape by me and I can’t be more proud of myself for fucking this hot. Used. Pussy.”, Armin couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth because he was pussy drunk and he could tell you were drunk off his cock. Your babbling could justify his point. Just the way he likes it.

His sweat was building up on his body and his limbs were starting to stagger due to the feeling of cumming. He needed to cum so badly that’s why he started chanting your name. Both of your bodies fell onto the bed and he kept moving inside of you chasing his flaming and needed orgasm. Your scream and the tightness of your cunt was enough to let him know that you came around him. The cream flowed down your pussy and onto his thick dick making his body shudder with desperation, “ Shit I can’t hold on, I’m cummin’, cumming inside of you!” You couldn’t help but to moan in exhaustion when you felt his shots of cum inside of you.

It was so hot inside of you and the way he was whispering in your ear made you cry, “ Feel nothing else but my dick, baby. Fucking hell! I love you so much, so, so, so much!” You hated that he was confessing his love to you but at the same time you loved it because now you have everything you needed from him.

He pulled out of you and rolled off you, “ That was amazing, y/n.” You faced his way and smiled at him, “ It was, thank you so much for proving what I already knew: you’re better than everybody I fucked. And that’s only three people.”

Armin chuckled before leaning in to capture your phone, passing it to you, “ Come here and make sure you send me that later, she isn’t coming here until tomorrow evening.”

You smirked in victory as you laid beside him with your legs entangled with his. Anna was gonna feel everything tomorrow and he was too because in the morning he saw you gone, leaving only your schemes and you two scandals behind for him to explain to everyone who supported him and his wife.

God! You loved being a mean girl!

Tagging🔪: @dejwrites @simpingforwakasa04 @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia

[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐎𝐍𝐄 — codename: fox

synopsis. in order to retrieve evidence against the mafia, he finds himself in a populated office building

— content warnings. violence, descriptions of blood, mafia themes, knives, (if there's anymore please lmk!!) — word count. 1,876

εïз┊author's note. wow this is crazy, i'm actually writing! i haven't in a while so bear with me if it's awful! there are definitely some typos and whatnot in here but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!! here's the masterlist for this series too! <3

"kazuki please hear me out!" he placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder as they entered the elevator, music playing softly in the background. a ding ringed throughout the box as the door closed.

"absolutely not shinya, i can't listen to another conspiracy theory today," kazuki sighed as he ran his hands through his soft, brown hair. "you've already told me ten this week alone." he shoved his best friend to the side, grinning and rolling his eyes.

"it's not just another theory, i have solid proof!" shinya smirked, placing proud hands on his hips before stepping in front of his friend. "you'll wanna hear about this one, i swear!"

shinya had always been interested in theories about anything and everything, it was what he lived for. he loved researching to see if the theories he'd seen were really true. so far, none of the theories he'd looked into were true, but this one, this one was real.

kazuki raised a brow. "oh yeah? that's a first for you." he always complained to shinya about the theories he'd gush about, but he never meant it. he adored seeing shinya so excited, it gave him life, something to look forward to everyday.

they made a promise years ago, that no matter what, they would always be together. so, the pair decided to get the same job in the same office building. it was a well established building, many different kinds of people worked there. But nevertheless, the two always enjoyed every coworker they'd had.

"just listen, okay?" kazuki leaned against the elevator wall, watching as shinya fumbled to get his phone out of his pant pockets. he admired shinya for being so clumsy even at work when they had to act perfect and professional, going as far as to wear full suits to work. "so, you heard about the massacre that happened last night, right?"

kazuki's smiled faded, the atmosphere in the elevator getting heavier than he'd like. "yeah, the news said there were a ton of people dead." his brows furrowed, crossing his arms in confusion. "good thing that king wasn't there, that would've been horrible if he died."

"2,500 casualties, no survivors, but just before the king arrived," shinya scrolled on his phone, seemingly reading from an article. "the police couldn't figure out who did it despite the first death being approximately one hour before they arrived."

"they were all diplomats, weren't they?"

"yeah," shinya was so focused, his eyes glued to the device he had in his grasp. "here, take a look at this." he handed his phone to kazuki before taking a step beside him. it was a video. kazuki tapped his finger on the screen, making the video start.

the screen showed five different men, each different heights behind what he assumed was the building where the diplomats were killed. kazuki's eyes widened as he realized who the shortest man was. the chief of the police department. he began talking first.

"please, i'm begging you kita-" his voice cracked as he pleaded. the silver haired man in the video grabbed the chief's arm, twisting it harshly and making him fall to his knees. he whispered something the video couldn't capture. "sir! sir! i'm so sorry!"

"good boy, now which one of your heathens knows about us?" the silver haired man's voice was deep, menacing, filled with malice as he spoke. it made kazuki's stomach turn just by watching a video. the man grabbed the chief by his hair, pulling him back. "answer me."

"kaito, akimatsu, minato..." the chief was so quick to give the names of his comrades, the man letting go of his hair and throwing his head forward, making the chief leave his head hanging.

"twins," the man hissed. "kill 'em."

"yes boss!" two of the men behind the silver haired man spoke, playfulness in there voice before they ran into the building once more.

the silver haired man walked towards the last man standing, once again whispering something the video couldn't pick up as the last man grabbed the police chief by the collar, beginning to drag him away. "yessir."

"what?! we had an agreement! i tell no one about the mafia's whereabouts and you let me live! please!" the chief cried, being slightly choked as he was being pulled away.

"well, how did your men figure us out then?" the silver haired man's eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow in the darkness, shining and boring into the police chief. he cried, whining, begging and pleading to survive, all the while the silver haired man, the leader, smirked. "aran, make him writhe in agony."

the video cut out after those last words. kazuki felt his hand tremble as the phone shook in his grasp. "shinya, these people...are the mafia..?"

"yeah, just hearing the screams of that guy make me sick no matter how many times i watch it." shinya sighed, taking a step back, giving his friend room to breath. "but, i do know that this is true, it's not just a theory this time."

"shinya." kazuki's voice was deep, serious. "did you record this?" shinya grinned, nodding his head before hearing a thud on the ground as kazuki grabbed his shoulders. "you need to stop this!" his voice raised, his eyes wide with a mixture of worry and anger. "stop doing dangerous things, you're going to get yourself killed."

"i can't stop, this is what i live for kazuki. i can't just stop now! i would happily die if it meant those bullies get justice." kazuki scoffed, shoving shinya against the wall before turning towards the front of the elevator.

"you're such an idiot, shinya." he shoved him hands into his pockets, his mind fuzzy with frustration. he couldn't stop himself from speaking. "what about me? if you die, i have nothing." there was no response, only the painfully joyful elevator music filling his ears.

he sighed. "okay i'm sorry, no need for the silent tr- shinya?" he turned, his face filling with confusion as he glanced around. he was alone, shinya was gone? he looked up in his panic, not being able to register the large hole in the corner of the elevator.

kazuki's forehead wrinkled, his eyes becoming watery as his face lost all the color he'd had mere seconds ago. with a large thud, shinya's bloodied body fell from the hole in the elevator. splashes of warm, red liquid appeared before kazuki's very eyes.

his scream was raw, painful as veins appeared on his tense neck. sweat dripped down his forehead as he fell to the ground, crawling over to shinya. his eyes were lifeless, staring into kazuki with no remorse. "shin.." the elevator ding mimicked his cries as the door split in two.

kazuki held his cold, dead friend in his arms as he felt a pit in his stomach, anxiety creeping into his blood. his mouth hung open at the sight of the first floor of his office building.

crimson red was all he could see.

he stood, gently setting shinya down as he stumbled towards the scene. "no..." he couldn't help but stare at all the innocent and lifeless faces he recognized in the sea of bodies. "how did this happen..?" he whispered, unable to speak any louder.

his question was answered by a sharp pain in his abdomen. the sharp point of the knife stuck out of him, letting his fingers dance around the blade as another wave of immense pain washed over him, his scream echoed throughout the building, the bodies absorbing his sound.

his body gave in to the strained muscles that were keeping him up. he fell flat, giving the knife room to move by itself. his blood intertwined with the puddle of blood from his best friend as the knife ripped him open little by little. a stream of red flowed from his lips as the only thing he could think about was shinya.

he felt the rumble of a footstep near his head, making him turn to see the cause. a man. a hooded man wearing the color of death, step out of the elevator. "you..." his hoarse voice made the figure turn. "the mafia...right?" the hooded figure did not reply, instead he leaned down taking shinya's unlocked phone that kazuki had dropped what seemed like hours ago.

kazuki laughed, a crooked smile on his lips as the blood continued to spill from him. "the mafia killed us.." he coughed. "i guess we'll stay together forever now...shin."

the hooded figure watched the video of the mafia briefly before pocketing the device. he let out a sign as he turned fully glaring down at the manic character before him. "goin' up." his voice was hoarse, but deep. it would make anyone tremble before him just like the man in the video.

kazuki used the last of his strength to pull himself slightly out of the elevator and stare up at the man as he heard the click of a button. his jagged smile quickly turned into a horrified frown as the elevator doors began to close with a loud ding.

"no..." he whispered.

"no.." the doors were getting closer.

"NO!" he shrieked.

the doors were on either side of his body, determined to close and get the man to his destination. his screams were filled with agony of his bones began to bend and break, shattering anything in its path. the hooded man watched, his foxlike eyes boring into the man being broken before him.

he cleared his throat as he turned on his heel, stepping over the dozens of bloodied bodies on his way to the front door. he placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, steadily turning the corner before the crowds could appear.

a sigh fell from his lips as his hood fell from the wind, revealing his black hair in a messy bun on the back of his head, his baby hairs swayed as they tickled his forehead. with a few swift movements, he tore off the large, baggy hoodie, revealing a black suit that fit him almost too perfectly.

he rolled his shoulders back, flexing his sore muscles as he reached into his pocket. as he did, he threw his blood spattered clothes behind him and into the air, pulling the lighter he’d taken from one of the men in the elevator from his pocket. with a quick flick of his wrist, the flame of the lighter caught his clothes, lighting them ablaze. 

the flame caught the side of the office building, setting it ablaze as he walked down the civilian ridden path. shouts and cries were all he could hear as the building collapsed, sirens nearing their destination from blocks away.

it wasn’t long before he arrived at the place he’d been looking for. he stopped, opening the glass door to the red telephone booth that sat on one of the back alleys. he grabbed the phone, his slender fingers tapping at the numbers as he dialed the contact he’d been given. he held the phone to his ear as it rang, soon to be picked up on the other end.

"codename: fox."

"nicely done fox, we're sending a car to your coordinates."

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[pommpuriinn]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ W KOREA LOVE YOUR W EVENT

❀*ੈsynopsis✩‧₊˚ the three eldest members go to W Korea event meeting lots of people and seeing some familiar faces

❀*ੈ outfit✩‧₊˚

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ photographers went crazy when the trio hit the carpet to the point where Joohyung had to cover her eyes for two second and continued on posing like nothing happened. They took solo shots then trio shoots which the photographers went crazy for the trio shoots causing them to demand more together. “Wow their visuals go crazy together!”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ entering the event they did more posing and walking for W Korea social media. Staff were wowed by their looks and height, saying that ‘they’re truly models’ and ‘they look so good together’

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ it was a dinner/party type of vibe and the three stayed close to each other since the three are pretty introverted when it comes to these events

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sitting down at the table kinda helped, but of course they were kinda separated from each other but Joohyung didn’t mind it much because she was sitting next to Jennie Kim

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ “I always wanted to talk to you.” Joohyung turned to her left hearing the voice. Jennie was talking to her, “me?” Joohyung pointed to herself kinda shocked. “Yes, I always found you so pretty and I never gotten to see you in person, I would always see your pictures online.” Jennie complimented. “I feel the same towards you.” Joohyung smiled at her. “You know I also would listen to your solo album because it’s so good.” Jennie chuckled, a little bit embarrassed with herself. “Ah thank you so much~” Joohyung placed her hand over her heart

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ the two continued talking hitting it off with each other to the point where both women gave each other their phone numbers so they could hang out. “Also just in case anything happens you can always come to my company.” Jennie explained that she was leaving YG and opening up her own company. Joohyung was shocked at the offered, “thank you, but I don’t think I can leave my boys.” Jennie completely understood, but the offer will always be there

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ as everyone got up and started doing their own thing the three went to the person they truly knew; Namjoon. “Your hair.” Joohyung patted Namjoon’s head feeling his buzz cut. “Yeah, I shaved it just cause I wanted to not really for the military yet.” Namjoon explained. “I can’t stand the military talk because then this one,” Joohyung nodded towards Soobin. “Starts talking about their time I can’t deal with it.” Joohyung doesn’t want to think about it. The guys laughed as Joohyung covers her ears. “Don’t worry I won’t talk about it.” Namjoon takes Joohyung’s hands away from her ears and hugs her.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ many people came up to Joohyung telling her how beautiful she looks and if they can take a photo with her which she gladly took with them, many also expressed how much they like txt’s music including hers

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ the members social battery was draining and so they decided to go into the restroom hallway and just chill there and taking some mirror selfies since there was a full body mirror in the hallway. “I can’t believe we’re hiding from everyone.” Soobin laughed at the situation. “It was getting to much.” Joohyung sighed. “You know if I could I would be smoking right now.” The three of them bursted out laughing at what Joohyung was saying. “Ya! Then hybe would be freaking out on you.” Yeonjun playfully pushed her. “It’s not like they don’t do it too.” Joohyung defended herself. It didn’t tell long before they started gossiping with each other with all the info they got from talking to everyone

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ after chilling in the restroom hallway they came out to watch the performances the event was having. Which was some groups/soloists performing there hits

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Joohyung was just vibing with a drink in her hand enjoy the light buzz she had going on, it wasn’t long after the event ended and it was finally time to go home

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ but before heading out many female idols and actresses took the opportunity to quickly talk to Joohyung and gave her their numbers. “Wow Joohyung you’re very popular~” Yeonjun teased her, as he saw all the new numbers on her phone. “Shut up because you know if there wasn’t any cameras they would go for you and Soobin too.” Joohyung chuckled at Yeonjun teasing her.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ “it feels weird dropping you off first.” Soobin hugged Joohyung ‘bye’ as the car stopped in front of Joohyung’s apartment building. “I know, but I told you guys could come whenever or stay the night.” Joohyung said, as she moved to give Yeonjun his hug. “We will. Maybe when we have a day off so we can eat and drink together without worrying about work the next day.” Yeonjun said, squeezing Joohyung tight before letting her go. “That’s perfect.” Joohyung waved ‘bye’ before making her way in with her staff member who was going to help her take everything off. The members made sure the driver didn’t drive off before Joohyung and the female staff member got into the apartment building safely.



[corpsebasil]

im thinking. WAIT LET ME COOK—

you guys remember the scene where he puts her shoe back on in knight Nikolai? yeah lemme just—

that’s he and I btw

OKAY—

You were laughing, spinning like a maniac with your ladies at a village festival. It was common knowledge that you loved spending time with your people—your genuine citizens and common folk—and they loved you for it. So you were dancing a series of steps that sent you into chaotic circles when you’d stumbled, the toe of your shoe catching on the cobblestones and tugging the whole thing off.

You gasped and would’ve fell if it weren’t for the arms that wrapped around you, keeping you upright against a firm chest. You hadn’t even realized Sir Nikolai was so close, let alone so prepared to catch you if you fell. You laughed and let him steady you, his form moving in front of yours to face you.

“Thanks.” You giggled, head still reeling with a tinge of dizziness. “These damn shoes, they always—“

But you froze when he knelt in front of you, taking your ankle in his gloved hand. Even through the fabric of his gloves you could feel a tinge of warmth, the rough texture sending goosebumps across your skin. He didn’t speak, only kept your leg in his grasp as he pushed the slipper back onto your foot, his breath soft and warm against your calf.

Then he stopped. His fingers seemed to tighten on you, his hand sliding an inch or two higher up your leg, the movement placing his hand just under the hem of your dress. Your breath caught and his jaw tightened, his eyes moving to yours.

“Thank you.” You murmured, holding eye-contact even as your stomach tossed and turned, his thumb moving in slow movements, back and forth, over your skin.

“Of course, my lady.” He whispered back, voice almost inaudible as he held your gaze.

The both of you seemed to inhale at the same time when one of your ladies dashed over, looping her arm through yours.

“Come on!” She giggled, tugging at you. She was only fourteen—young for a hand-maiden, but not unheard of—and consistently energetic. “This next dance is my favorite!”

You shared a quick grin with Nikolai—still knelt—but your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and his fingers were holding onto your leg like it was his lifeline.

“I’ll dance only with you for the rest of the night, little one,” you started, eyes locking onto his. “but after this dance. I think I need a break.”

“Sure.” She replied instantly, dashing off to join the other ladies in a circle of twirling.

You and Sir Nikolai stared at one other, a corner of his mouth rising with a hint of a smile.

“Are you still in need of assistance, my lady?” He asked, and fuck if the brush of his thumb running in an arc over your knee didn’t make you feel slightly crazy. And desperate. And— “My lady?”

“Yes.” You let out, then swallowed. “I mean, no. I’m fine. Thank you.”

He stood and, to your mind, possibly reluctantly, let go of your leg. When he was at his full height he was a bit too close for what was socially acceptable but you didn’t care.

“Thank you.” You whispered again, peering up at him as he brushed off his trousers and towered in front of you. Saints, the man was tall.

He shook his head once and smiled softly, reaching out to touch a piece of your hair that had fallen over your shoulder. You felt shockingly effected as he looped the strand around his finger, his blue eyes moving to yours.

“Thank you, princess.” He said, nodding his head once before he let you go, disappearing into the crowd.

It took a while for you to join the dances again.

OANAOANSKS STOP I CANT DO TBIS ANYMORE I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY

[starferret]

Never got the motivation to properly draw the next part so y’all get the sketches + infodump!!!

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

And then there’d be a cool fight between them, and then Mario would be like “we can’t beat him on our own” and then they’d fuse and then an even cooler fight scene. And then Fluorite would be like “well 3 against 2 is hardly fair” and then BAM he pulls out the Chaos Heart and fuses with it. Whaaaaaat the Chaos Heart was actually a gem?! No way!

Wow bro learned to stand- uh I guess they’d be called Super Fluorite or something. And in the midst of the battle, they’d drop this big lore bomb

Woaahhh that’s crazy!! This is Magenta Spinel, aka Shadoo/The Pixl Queen. I’m going off the theory that Dimentio is the Magician’s son, and that the Pixl Queen becomes Shadoo (I don’t remember if that’s confirmed or not)

Oh no she’s emo!! Also here’s the sages’ designs

I didn’t draw them with eyes since in the comic it was going to be in same style as the episode “Your Mother and Mine”. Plus I didn’t know whether to give them a single Sapphire eye, or two eyes- mainly because whenever I tried to draw the single eye it looked weird. Merloo = Green Sapphire, Merlight = Teal Sapphire, Merlumina = Star Sapphire, and Merlimbus = Magenta Sapphire

Now for fun extras!!

Here’s some experimenting for the Mario + Bowser + Peach fusion (I was thinking maybe Sunstone), as well as a Mimi + Mr L fusion cuz I love those lil green guys

Some screenshot redraws, cuz it’s oddly relaxing to just draw over screenshots and not having to worry about anatomy and fitting the art style. Just a lil something for fun :]

Ooooo some little guys. When I was working on the plot stuff I was playing through M&L Dream Team, so I wanted to include them somehow, and the Dreamy Luigi’s fit perfectly with the fact that gems of the same type look very similar. Also Dreambert is a Peach Moonstone.

The Malachite and Super Dimentio comparisons don’t stop here, cuz y’know that scene where Steven is in her mind and sees Lapis and Jasper? Yeah there’s a scene of that with Fluorite. And our lil pillow boys are apart of that process

Oh yeah and here’s an attempt at a height chart

[breannasfluff]

Tree (LU)

“Who can climb a tree the fastest?”

“With Wild in the running? Not even a contest.”

“Hey! I can scale rigging and that’s like a tree!”

“Yeah, but the cook’s got crazy stamina from crossing his big-ass Hyrule.”

Wild slaps Legend lightly before turning back to Wind. “Want to race?”

“Oh, you are on!”

The two turn to examine their choices, ignoring Legend who snorts and leaves them to it.

Four wanders up, glancing between the two of them and the trees. “What’s the deal?”

“Who can climb a tree the fastest.”

“Rules?”

“Um.” Wild stops and turns to Wind. “What are the rules?”

“First one to touch the top of a tree?”

He shrugs. “Sounds fair to me. Here, look at those two right by each other. They’re the same height.”

Wind squints, then nods. “I call the one on the right!”

“Sure,” the champion snorts, “I could climb that in my sleep.”

Four steps a little closer. “Mind if I join the race?”

“Ah–yeah?” Wild tries not to judge, he really does, but Four is a little…short to reach the branches. “Got a tree picked out?”

Something in Four’s gaze puts him on edge. “Oh yeah.”

“Count of three! One, two, three–go!”

Wild’s only made it two steps when Four crows, “I win!”

“Wait–what?” Wind trips over his own feet as he turns. “You can’t–”

Four grins back, hand touching the top of a baby tree, no more than two feet high.

Wind’s face screws up. “Fu–”

“Language!”

“Uuudge! Fudge!” 

Four only cackles.

Look it's my favorite, 90% dialogue ;)