#i mean if they took away all the romantic stuff between them

[tinyevelyn]

Vaggie bc why not

i think that vaggie is very underdeveloped and that chaggie is a very plain and boring ship (they're cute tho) the only moment that made me go "awww they're so cute" was in the more than anything reprise which was in the last episode (not a good thing)

anyways i think vaggie had a lot of potential and yea, she pretty

[yukioos]

Hi!! I hope you accept requests.

So I was thinking like reader loving Logan and always doing stuff for him like make coffee in the morning, make him breakfast, but like Logan is in love with Jean. So reader stops doing all that and like tries to move on and gets closer w other xmen and Logan realises gets jealous and like BOOM CONFESSION?? (or angst too mueheheheh)

Anywayssss I love your writing!!! 💗💗 Hope u have a good dayyy

from the start — logan howlett x reader (1.5k)

warnings: cussing, jealousy, unrequited love (near the beginning), slight ororo x reader if u perceive their relationship as romantic, not proofread, sorta angst?? idk

summary: reader loves logan and shows it by acts of service, but she knows he’s in love with jean. reader stops trying to get him to love her and gets closer with the other x-men. logan realizes he’s jealous because he’s not getting attention from reader, causing a confession from him and reader.

authors note: sorry this took so long to post LMAO. i’m so glad you love my writing, im having fun posting all this stuff. hope u enjoy! ur so polite, may i add 🎀 also sorry if this writing is shitty i wrote this around midnight

the smell of chicken and vegetables fills your nostrils. you’ve cooked dinner for logan, waiting for him to walk down to the kitchen as he said he would.

you sit on the counter, swinging your legs as you swipe through social media, seeing news about mutants everywhere. humans have been trying to get them locked up, away from society, for years.

you then hear footsteps approaching you, and you look up to see logan striding toward you. you smile at him and wave, blushing when he smiles back at you.

“hey, bub,” he greets you and smiles, sitting down on the island chair, “think you could give me some advice?”

he begins to eat his food, using utensils when he needs to. you turn around and grab a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. you turn and place it on the space in front of him. he quietly thanks you and takes a sip.

you place your hands on the counter and ask, “what d’ya need help with, lo?” and tilt your head.

“it’s about jean. can’t tell if she’s into me or not, i mean what am i doing wrong?” he shakes his head in disappointment.

your heart drops, though you’ve known he’s liked jean ever since he arrived at the school. you’ve always been the first to know about every interaction between them because logan would tell you all about it.

a heavy feeling seeps into your chest, the feeling of sadness. all of those actions and helping logan have gone nowhere. you’ve been debating whether or not you should stop trying to get him to love you.

the thing is, you know jean doesn’t love him back because she’s told you multiple times. of course, she loves the attention, she knows she’s an attractive woman but her heart belongs to scott. she’s loyal, and no matter how many times you’ve told logan she doesn’t love him back, he keeps pushing.

you’re taken from your headspace when logan suddenly asks, “y/n? you okay?” with a concerned look on his face, eyebrows furrowed upward as he paused eating.

you nod and state, “well, she’s taken, logan. i know you think scott is a prick but she doesn’t think that, and she won’t. you can’t change her mind because she’s loyal. she loves him. i don’t know how to give you advice about a girl who has a boyfriend. plus, you’d be a homewrecker if you were the one she cheated on scott with.” you cross your arms.

“it’d serve that asshole right.” he disagrees, returning to eating and looking down.

you sigh and roll your eyes, uncross your arms, and shake your head. you walk away, knowing you won’t get anywhere with how the conversation was going.

as you walk up the stairs, you hear heavy footsteps coming from in front of you. you look up to see colossus walking with ellie, who you know as negasonic teenage warhead and her girlfriend, yukio down the hallway.

the colossus greets you by giving a rough but polite, “y/n, what are you doing up so late? you should be going to bed soon.”

they all pause in the hallway, and before you can respond, yukio greets, looking up from her phone and waving, “hi y/n!”

“hi yukio!” you smile, greeting her with just as much energy as she greeted you, “i was just talking to logan, i guess. i’ll probably be heading to bed soon.” you sigh, now realizing how tired you are.

“logan’s a dick. why are you talking to him?” ellie scoffs, arm linked with yukio.

you stay quiet for a moment and fiddle with your hands before colossus states, “i hope you do not like him. he is strange, he is asshole. even wade would be better.”

“i don’t want to like him anymore. i’ve been trying so hard to get him to know that i like him, but he’s always talking about jean. i mean, fuck, we hardly talk about anything else. i always do shit for him and she hardly even spares him a glance.” you complain, eyes tired as you stare at the ground.

an hour goes by as you, colossus, yukio and ellie switch topics a few times. the whole conversation continues to take place in the hallway, and you’ve forgotten why you’re here in the first place.

“it’s getting late, and it’s been great talking with you guys, but i should be heading to bed,” you mumble.

“you should hang out with us more often than logan. you actually aren’t that bad.” ellie comments, a smile forming on your face.

you all say your goodbyes before you part ways, you walk to your room and think about what she said. maybe it would be better to take a break from logan, after all, he never returned your advances. his heart belongs to someone whose heart belongs to another.

as you lay in your bed, the soft sheets trap you in a comforting warmth. you decide you’ll stop showing logan affection and actions, it won’t lead you anywhere. you suppose even if years go by and you talk to him again, his heart will still be stuck on jean.

days go by and you and ellie, colossus and yukio have gotten closer. you’ve also taken more time out of your day to talk to prior more, who visibly enjoys your presence.

the one person who seems to be irritated by others being around you is logan. your friends have pointed out that he looks as if he’d slice them into pieces if he could.

you didn’t notice the stares until ellie trash-talked him, pointing it out. yukio claims you don’t notice his harsh glares because you’ve gotten rid of your feelings for him, but you’re not quite sure about that.

you run down the stairs, giggling alongside ororo as the two of you travel to the kitchen. she planned a movie night for the two of you because she believes you need to rest by spending time with her. she claims she’s the calmest person you can spend time with.

as the two of you giggle and share touches, waiting for the popcorn to pop in the microwave, you hear footsteps. you turn your head and stop laughing when you see logan approaching you with a stern look on his face.

the room goes silent and logan asks, loud and clear, “y/n, i need to talk to you.”

you worriedly look to ororo, who looks at you back, the same amount of worry in her expression. you nod and gesture that she can leave. she hesitantly walks away, squeezing your hand before leaving to the living room.

you turn around and sigh, not able to get a word out of your mouth, logan interrupts, “why have you been avoiding me?”

you laugh in disbelief, “i haven’t been avoiding you, logan—”

“yes, you have. you haven’t talked to me in days, haven’t looked at me in nearly a week. you’re hangin’ out with fuckin’ pinkie pie, emo girl and that metal guy. why?” he argues.

you scoff, “why the hell do you have a problem with me talking to other people? it’s not even romantic, you shouldn’t care. they’re my friends—”

“no, you’re not answering my question. why are you hanging out with them and why are you ignoring me?” he raises his voice, causing you to back up, almost hitting the counter.

you roll your eyes, “i’ve liked you, logan. like how you like jean, and i’ve liked you for months and you haven’t noticed. i did so much for you, i took literal fucking bullets for you even though both of us can regenerate because i didn’t want to take the risk. i helped you get things for jean and how to talk to her. i made you food, did your fucking laundry. who the fuck does that and doesn’t like the person they’re doing it for?”

he stays quiet for a moment, hesitating, “i only tried to like jean because you seemed so pissed off whenever i’d talk. i had to get my mind off you.”

blush still manages to make its way to your cheeks, “i was pissed off whenever you’d talk because all we’d fucking talk about was jean.”

you sit on the counter as logan leans against the island, he offers, “no more jean talk as long as you spend more time with me instead of whatever their names are.”

you smile and nod, “i’d like that a lot. but i do have a movie night to get to,” he furrows his eyebrows, “with ororo.”

his face visibly relaxes and he nods, you hop off the counter and state, “we can talk more tomorrow.”

he nods and smiles, watching you walk away, “night, y/n.”

[secretly-dum]

Could I get a Joel miller x reader fic where the reader gets her period and her past partners always made her sleep on the couch bc they thought it was gross and Joel is just like wtf at someone treating his daeling like that?

Come Back to Bed, Please?

pairing: joel miller x AFAB!reader

genre: romantic fluff <3

summary: you get your period and freak out over what Joel’s reaction could be.

warning/contents: reader has a period, blood mentions(obv), Y/N is used, AFAB reader, mentions of past relationships, it gets a tad bit angsty.

additional notes: ty for the request!! Im actually AFAB(I identify as agender btw) so I can relate to this 😭

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Your stomach starts to hurt and you immediately realize what time of the month it is. You rush to the bathroom and grab your stash of pads underneath the cold sink.

Knock, knock.

You completely forgot about Joel..

“Uh..Y/N? You..you alright…?” Joel questions worryingly, thinking the worst that could possibly happen to you.

“I’m alright…I’m just on period!” You yell out nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t make a snarky remark or say you’re disgusting.

“Alright, just tell me if you need anything.” He says and you hear him walk away. Fear washes off of you, but confusion starts to settle in when he didn’t give you the reaction you thought we was going to give you. Cleaning yourself up, a cold darkness settles outside, indicating that you should start to go to rest.

“Took Ellie to sleep, she told me to tell you ‘goodnight’” Joel says chuckling softly and you smile.

“Well, I’m tired too. Think I’m gonna head to bed now.” You say as you pick up your pillow and a blanket from you and Joel’s shared bed.

“Woah woah woah! The hell are ya’ doing?”

“Picking up my stuff…?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m on my period, dummy.” You nonchalantly reply, and lay down on the couch. Joel looks at you with the most confused expression ever and realization hits you like a truck.

“That don’t mean you have to sleep on the couch.” His southern deep accent breaks the short silence between the two of you. Opening your mouth, your voice seemingly disappears from your throat, and now you’re the one confused.

“But that doesn’t…that doesn’t make you disgusted? Or something? Doesn’t that bother you?” You say, barely above a whisper.

“No…? Y/N…god dammit.” He pinches the bridge of his nose making you even more confused.

“Wha-“

“I’ve dealt with all sorts of blood before. I’ve seen clickers in front of me, and those shits are nasty. You really think blood like that is gonna bother me?”

Now that he says it, that really doesn’t make sense. His statement lingers in your head for a while before you say something.

“Well- I guess that’s just a reaction I get a lot. My past partners didn’t like the fact that I naturally bled, so they usually made me sleep on the couch.” You admit, looking down at the floor to avoid looking at Joel’s face. He stays silent longer than usual and you look up to see him being shocked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle.

“That’s fucking absurd? No one should treat you like that, ever. They’re lucky I don’t know who they are.” He says walking to you and pressing his forehead against yours, pinning you down on the couch. A warm, fuzzy feeling enters your heart and you let your left hand trail up to his cheek. Moonlight hits the floor, brightening the living room.

“It’s not that serious Joel.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

“It’s that serious to me, you’re…you’re human. It’s something that happens naturally, if they don’t like that then you should’ve left them.”

Your gaze at him starts to turn blurry as tears show up in your eyes, you kiss him and he unexpectedly picks you up bridal-style. You squeal out his name and he tells you to ‘shush up’. He gently places you down on the bed.

“Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a minute.” The covers of the bed get on top of you and Joel leaves the room.

A few minutes passed, where is this man? you thought, and he walks in the moment you stop thinking.

“U-Uh..H-Here..” you grab a mug out of his hands and embrace the warmth of it.

“What is it?”

“Tea…it’s from a uh..tip that Tess told me that would help with cramps..” Red tints his face, but luckily from the darkness it’s not visible.

“Aww Joel, you didn’t have to do that!” You say as he steps in bed, you take a few sips from the tea and place it down on the table next to the bed. Joel slips more under the bed and fully gets comfortable, and you position to be the big spoon. You arm wraps around his back and you feel Joel kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, don’t let anybody tell you different.”

“Joel…

I love you too.”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

[ghostykapi]

do you miss my name (said it between your breaths)

park jihyo & fem!reader

hi can i get an order of sapphics being sapphics and an extra shot of panic?

it’s a saturday today

while any other saturday is just as good to you, this is a very special saturday

all because today you are going to indulge yourself and go to a sapphic event

you were nervous, the bones were rattling, the teeth chattering, your breathing coming in short breaths, and your right leg bouncing up and down.

it was saturday, and you are going to faint at the bare thought of potentially seeing a goddess tonight.

just a week ago you were excited, remembering the happy gasp you had made when you saw the event promotion through instagram. you had barely gotten the last slot, which meant to you it was a sign to finally to venture out more

when the days before started to come by, it starts to hit you bit by bit, well until today. you sitting down on your bed, overthinking what to even wear

it doesn’t help that your style is typically like a college student, baggy sweatpants and a hoddie as your style from day to day when clocking off work. your friends barely threw any parties or celebrations too, so the most presentable outfit was a pair of slacks, a button up white long sleeve, paired with your leather shoes.

oh you are so doomed

but today is saturday, and sana is always looking for people to makeover on saturdays for fun

“hm” sana opens her closet, ruffling through the selection of dresses she wears “what do you feel about dresses?”

“not a fan but also not against it?” you are now sitting on sana’s bed, only now your leg won’t stay still out of habit “i mean it would be nice if it was long and flowy”

sana is still ruffling, and is now opening her drawers nearby to look at for more options

“was there a theme?”

“no not really, they just said like it was like a get together and you can talk and wine and paint?”

“paint? oooohh aren’t you a lover girl—oh what do you feel about dresses that show your back—ah no wait, it’s painting and wine, not really the right dress”

“yeah i mean it’s happening at that that thai restaurant downtown. the one that’s selling like those really good milkteas that i only knew now”

“psh you are such a loser, i love you but those milkteas have been there since like 5 months ago when i took tzuyu on a date”

“don’t you mean when my sister got stood up and you sped your way there?”

“shut up” sana shushes you, simply throwing you her floral dress, your eyes questioning the the fact that it’s a backless dress. a pretty floral dress that can kill

you look back up at her, already knowing she won’t take no for an answer despite what she said earlier

so yeah it’s saturday, sana is dressing you up. making sure you look the prettiest in that event. her gushing and tzu’s voice over the facetime reassuring a bit of your worries

jihyo on the other hand, totally isn’t stressing out. her outfit planned, ironed out on her bed. her new boots, which momo took courtesy of wearing it out with nothing but hands and stairs, already ready by the door.

“aren’t you excited for tonight” momo says over breakfast, observing jihyo across the table “more excited you’ve ever been since your last gig”

“i know i’m kind of shaking” jihyo laughs, and if momo notices the shakiness of it, she doesn’t comment or acknowledge it “it’s been a while”

momo doesn’t really continue the topic, knowing how long since jihyo has indulged in this kind of stuff. 5 years of focusing on the band and work made jihyo uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship or even simple dates.

“mhm and sana says she wants to do a girls night, so i won’t be home, probably going to crash at nayeon’s place if she gets too drunk” momo tells her, already giving away the apartment for the night “if jeongyeon will even let them drink”

jihyo barely thinks that someone might come home with her tonight, she doesn’t want to bring someone home in the first place. so she only replies with a muffled ‘okay’ before munching down the rest of her breakfast

so simple saturday for jihyo, a little excited, a little worried, but honestly it’s wine and paint and yummy food. she isn’t too worried or anxious

so someone explain to her why when it hits five p.m., when she’s in front of the restaurant, the organizers are happily ushering her in, her breath gets stuck in her throat as she notices how much other sapphics are there already

she’s looking around, taking notes at every person she sees, even the ones who stare at her for too long that she’s sporting a blush on the tip of her ears

it’s early, jihyo knows that, but when you walk in before it hits six p.m., she feels like she’s being sucker punched over the table she’s sitting at

you’re barely any better, but god sana was having so much fun with your makeup that it leaves most of the attendees double taking on you. the backless floral dress is a bold choice, but having half of the venue gawking at how you look makes you feel shy

nervous, excited, anxious. those were what both of you were feeling and yet—

when you see her, your throat goes dry at how she looks. sporting in a simple fit tank top, a leather jacket, dark baggy jeans and killer boots, you contemplate if you want her or to be her

when she sees you, she thinks she’s been blessed by sappho herself. the dress is stunning yes, but the way you smile, the way your eyes keep her from looking away, your glow under the warm lights

this isn’t love at first sight

this is finally finding someone who you might be your soulmate

the organizers wisk you away though, towards the registration booth and jihyo has to blink the stars out of her eyes before nursing her wine again. her nerves finally showing her what it means to get curious, excited and anxious all at the same time

she keeps her eyes on you, the way you smile and chat with the registration team. the way your hair drapes over your shoulders, the way your laugh sounds like an angel’s call, the way your back flexes those subtle muscles that makes everyone know that you work out

she doesn’t look away even when you take your stub and claim your free wine, giggling at that tall organizer that’s too close to you. that pesky ugly (she isn’t jihyo is just jealous) one that is trying to charm you away

so jihyo does what future you thinks is adorable and future her thinks is so stupid

“i think you don’t need to tell this pretty lady the same pick up line you use and fail for every person you met tonight”

you turn around and face jihyo, who’s eyes are glaring at the organizer, who’s stuttering a response. her hands barely ghosting over your waist, claiming you away from them.

not that you mind anyway her hands stayed there the entire night

she barely lets the organizer have a coherent reply, as she leads you towards her table, her heart racing as you laugh at the organizer’s defeated face. her brain itching to get more of that kick, more of your happiness out loud

“the pick up line isn’t that bad” you tell jihyo, your voice having the power to make jihyo fall on her knees

“no you don’t understand it’s been, what 30 minutes of her trying the same pickup line? on over 29 other women? i need her to stop and you don’t deserve that” jihyo lets you sit down, your breath hitching at how much you catch yourself enjoying much of jihyo’s undivided attention to you

“yeah? well” you try to look at her eyes properly, you really do. it’s just when she tilts her head and lets some strands of hair cover her eyes, you fond yourself looking away, knowing that she now resembles a look of a puppy “thank you for saving me then”

“anything for a pretty girl” what is jihyo even saying? momo would point and laugh at her right now if she were here, but she isn’t. it’s you who’s here and it’s you who blushes and ducks her head

so you both finally talk, despite the fact that you both are a mess, on this beautiful saturday evening. the organizers give out painting materials and the items you both want to paint. her’s being an ash tray despite being a non-smoker and yours being a a small woman’s bust, just to add decor in your home.

conversation flows, sharing hobbies, favorite food, travel spots, respective jobs, recommended music genres, best recipes for drinks, niche interests.

even then jihyo notices when the paint gets on your arm, her hands moving before she can think

“here let me” she basically focused on only you, barely on the ash tray she chose to paint. her hands already gently wiping the paint on your arm and her body inching closer towards yours

it’s only then you realize that she’s so close to your face when she looks up, your breaths tangling in the air, your lips only a few inches apart

“mhm” so close she is so close, but much to your disappointment, one of the organizers comes by to check on your progress, effectively making jihyo pull away a respectable arm’s reach before reassuring that everything is going well bb

damn were you expecting a kiss?

you don’t know how to even explain it

still you find that her company is nice, her jokes are good and makes you laugh, that she’s attentive and helps you remember to paint carefully, her smile now finally engraved in your head.

so when the paint dries, you get some food, you can’t deny that you’re into her. the way she smiles at every delighted sound as you eat, the way she becomes ‘angry’ with every bite, the way she wipes away any food or sauce near your lips with her thumb, her eyes lingering a bit too long for you to deny it.

so dinner is also good, amazing even, because wow you just learned that the world is small, and your roommate is apparently childhood friends with her roommate. so the only thing keeping you both from meeting each other any time sooner is because she’s so busy

jihyo also find this whole experience amazing, because she’s managed to keep you giggly this entire time, she’s now a person closer to seeing you again and again, she can take you out for coffee every weekend when she has to drag momo to sana for their weekly hangouts.

oh and yeah the food gets paid by jihyo. even if you protest it goes in vain, and she teases you to simply return the favor next time.

“next time?” you playfully scoff, walking towards the exit with jihyo, your arms linked together, eyes once more on you in either with happiness or in envy “what makes you think of a next time”

she opens the door for you, and leads you out of the prying eyes of others, but it doesn’t matter. not when you both only have it on each other

“i just know sweet girl” jihyo is cocky, but she’ll make you love this side of her more and more you see her “i just know”

KA-BOOM

the sound of thunder redirects both of you to look up at the sky, the rain pouring down on the city. both of you completely forgetting to check the weather app before leaving

“i forgot my umbrella” you look up at the sky, the lightning flashes dancing around, indicating that rain is all night. maybe even until the morning

jihyo also looks up, the first drops of rain splattering down at the side walk in front of them. it doesn’t get any of you wet, but she looks at you, and notices your eyes dimming at the thought of rain and no umbrella

“i can drive you home” jihyo says without a thought

“oh you’re so sweet but i really don’t want to bother you. it’s late and i don’t want to overstep anything”

“nonsense” she’s already wrapping her jacket around you, you’re breath hitching at how looking up at her is changing your brain “i have to make sure this gorgeous girl gets home safe”

she runs off to her car across the street before you can even reply, gawking at how bold she is and how much you are enjoying it. one hand holding both of your bags with your art works inside, and the other holding the leather jacket to keep you warm.

you barely have to wait a minute on the entrance of the restaurant, when jihyo returns, the large clear umbrella enough to keep you dry. she helps you stand up, zip up the jacket and pats down your dress.

she’s already grabbing your things before you can argue, shushing you up and leading both of you towards her car, which she drives you home with all the songs you tell her sounds nice, and her hand holding yours over the gear stick.

“i had fun tonight” you guys arrive at your apartment building, your fantasy coming to an end “especially with you”

jihyo doesn’t want this dream to stop

so she does what her heart tells her to.

in the future, she tends to flush red at the remembrance that she leaned too far and has to tilt her head up, just to kiss you. her hands resting gently on your waist and your arms on top of her shoulders, leaving you both star struck

“is that ok?” jihyo is nervous when she pulls away and looks at you, eyes closed and lips parted, tempting her to go for another kiss

“mhm” she melts when you open your eyes and give her a smile, the one that punches her in the gut “can i get another one? preferably right now and another one on my couch”

[sourpatchys]

Daryl Dixon Headcannons

Sfw❤️ nsfw❤️‍🔥

The NSFW content is targeted towards an AFAB reader (like myself) however, I’d be happy to do an AMAB version if anyone is interested!

❤️.

Daryl is always watching you. The guys favorite hobby is just being able to see you in his field of vision.

He definitely doesn’t show public displays of affection, PDA is not something he’s comfortable with, and if you were to kiss him in front of a bunch of people he might even get a little upset, simply because he doesn’t want to share that part of himself with anyone but you.

However! He doesn’t hold back when it comes to hand holding. This guy loves feeling your touch and being able to physically hold you in a way that tells him you’re safe.

Usually he just wraps his pinky around yours, if he does full on hold your hand it’s almost always accompanied by two squeezes that mean “I love you”.

That’s usually how he tells you he loves you, he’s not super emotionally available, two squeezes is all it takes. On your arm, your leg, hand, even the top of your head on a few occasions.

He did NOT ask you to be his. Absolutely not. You just kinda were one day.

Back at the prison when he and Merle had come back, Merle made a pass at you and Daryl told him to leave “his girl alone”.

You didn’t object, and that’s how it became official.

That’s not to say Daryl can’t be romantic. He definitely can be when he wants to.

He’s constantly leaving you flowers he finds that remind him of you, and sometimes he even scribbles down a note telling you why.

You always have to be comfortable. If it were up to him you’d live on a cloud.

When you two are alone he finds himself mindlessly running his fingers through your hair, it always calms him down.

And yes, he secretly loves it when you do it back.

It’s actually not secret at all.

You two will argue. He’s a gruff guy and you can be stubborn.

He has a hard time apologizing to you, he hates that he even has to. It can take days before you guys are on speaking terms again.

If you’re the one who has to apologize, you’re pretty quick with it once you can tell he’s ready for it. He’s not a super forgiving guy, but when it comes to you, he always hears you out once it’s over and done with.

Contrary to popular belief he won’t ever stop you from doing something you want to do. Even if it is dangerous.

He trusts you more than life itself. And if you think you can do it, he’s going to be your biggest supporter— but that’s not to say he won’t try to go with you.

He is a jealous guy though. He has a hard time believing he deserves you sometimes, so if someone looks at you wrong or gets too close, he’s quick to shut that shit down.

Negative thoughts are usually what causes the most issues between the two of you. He tries to run away from you a lot, and you refuse to let him.

He was never big on writing much of anything until you two got a little more serious. He had all these thoughts and feelings but he was afraid to tell you out loud, so he started writing little bits and pieces and leaving them in your stuff for you to find.

You love how scrawly his handwriting is.

It took you a good few minutes to even be able to read it the first few times, but eventually it came to you like second nature.

Sometimes you leave notes for him too, you know how private he is, so notes are the best way for you to tell him you love him.

He keeps the first note you ever wrote him on his person at all times. Seeing the words “I love you” written down in your handwriting never fails to keep him going, especially when he has to be apart from you.

Daryl Dixon is a bed hog.

Once he got comfortable sleeping with you, he started sprawling out like a starfish.

He refuses to admit it. He actually tried to convince you that you were the bed hog instead.

You learned to love it after a while.

❤️‍🔥.

Sex was not something that came naturally to Daryl. As crazy as he was before the world fell apart, he was never actually sober for any of his flings, one night stands or short term relationships.

He basically learned everything from scratch with you.

He NEVER initiated sex. Maybe he’d touch your arm or grab your thigh in a suggestive way to try and get the ball rolling, but he absolutely refused to do anything if you didn’t catch the hint.

Daryl, is in fact, a boob and thigh man. Regardless of how big or small your breast and thighs are, he can’t stop himself from staring.

When you ride him it’s like his brain turns to mush. He completely forgets how to act.

When you’d suggested it he almost dismissed you, no WAY was he going to enjoy being pinned down like that.

But oh boy did he.

Sometimes, when the two of you were alone, he felt like a teenager again. It kinda pissed him off how wrapped around your finger he actually was. He’d never felt this, undying attraction towards anyone before.

He’s not vocal during sex at all, maybe some grunts here and there— he finds the noises embarrassing.

If you’re making a lot of noise he also gets embarrassed from that.

“Shut the hell up, woman!”

Recently he’s just started putting his hand over your mouth instinctively.

You do in fact make the noises just to have a laugh, you think it’s adorable when he’s embarrassed, and you don’t get to see it very often.

He absolutely loves going down on you, the feeling of your thighs around his head and the sight of your breasts going up and down with each breath you take really gets him going.

Obviously running around during an apocalypse doesn’t exactly leave much room for deodorant and regular showers.

He’s very embarrassed about it— and will NEVER admit it out loud— but he’s really attracted to your natural scent.

So the lack of personal hygiene will never make him stop wanting you. If anything it makes him want you more.

That’s not to say seeing you cleaned up isn’t a turn on though. That first night in Alexandria when you got all cleaned and dressed up borderline has him in his knees.

He’s a gentle lover— unless you ask him not to be.

He’s aware that he’s a pretty strong guy, and he knows his limits. But if you’re into being pounded like no tomorrow— he won’t turn you down.

It might take awhile for him to get used to the idea, but seeing how absolutely crazy you get takes all his concern out of the window.

He does NOT have a daddy kink.

If you have past experiences he wants to hear about them.

Because of how jealous he is, he needs to know how you were treated before so he can make sure he doesn’t better.

His goal in life is to keep you alive— and make sure you never want another man ever again.

[scoonsalicious]

5.4 Major*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, explicit sexual content (hand stuff, fingering) Minors GTFO: I don't serve your kind here.

Word Count: 900

Previously On...: Lily knows Bucky's been lying to her, and she's surmised he's on a date. That's got to end.

A/N: Posting a little early today to make up for yesterday being so late!

I've decided to postpone my break by a few days, so I will give you Chapter 6 in its entirety before I take my mini-hiatus. It's only three parts long, so I will start my break on Thursday, 5/16 and resume posting on Thursday, 5/23. It's a better place in the story to leave you, a little bit more dramatic than at the end of this chapter, like I had originally planned, lol. It felt off leaving you all here.

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

You flopped your body down onto your bedsheets with a giggle. “Full marks, Sergeant,” you gasped between panting breaths. “Once again.” It was all the two of you could do to get back to your apartment without ripping each other’s clothes off.

Bucky laughed and came to lay down alongside you, propping his head up on his vibranium arm. Leaning over, he bent down to kiss you. “I couldn’t have done it without you, doll” he said with a grin, but then his face grew serious. “Seriously. It’s never been like this with other girls.”

You blushed and playfully pushed at his rock hard shoulder. “Come on, Bucky,” you said with a laugh. “You’ve already got me naked and exactly where you want me; you don’t need to sweet talk me.”

Bucky placed a hand on your sweat-slicked hip, gently turning you to your side so you were facing him. “I’m not,” he told you, searching your eyes with the utmost sincerity in his expression. He pushed back a strand of damp hair away from your face. “I’ve been with… well, a fair number of girls over the years.” At the raise of your eyebrow, he held his flesh hand up defensively. “What? I’m 105 years old, doll. I’ve been around the block.” You couldn’t hold back your laugh at that, and he kissed your nose before continuing: 

“Like I said, a fair number of girls. And none of them, not a single one, ever made me feel the way I have when I’m with you.” He cupped your cheek in his hand and you felt your cheeks flame in a blush. “Come on, sugar. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, too. That this,” he took his hand off your cheek to motion between your two bodies, “isn’t something special.”

“It’s been a little over a day, Bucky,” you chastised him gently with a smile, afraid to admit that you, too, felt this was something unique. “Maybe thirty hours?” Thirty hours in which the two of you had somehow managed to have sex eight times, not that you were counting. You couldn’t believe how quickly he was able to get it up again after he came, but he’d assured you that was his favorite side effect of the serum that had made him a super soldier. It had quickly become your favorite, too.

Bucky’s face fell, and you realized that he wasn’t going to judge you if you told him the truth, because he felt it just the same. “The best thirty hours of my life,” you clarified, tucking your fingers under his chin so you could bring his gaze back up to yours. “And yes, I feel it, too. It’s never been like this before. Not with anyone else.”

“Not even with your ex-husband?” Bucky asked with a playful smirk.

“Especially not with Conner,” you told him with a roll of your eyes. “Took me years to teach that man where my clit was, and even on his best days, he still needed a map.”

“Oh, you mean this, right here?” Bucky deftly slid his hand between your thighs, finding your hub of nerves almost instinctively and began to lightly trace it with his finger, sending an electric tingle through your body. 

“Fuck, yes,” you exhaled, reaching up to grab Bucky’s shoulder for support as he increased the pressure. He moved his metal arm from under his head and slid it behind your shoulders as he pulled you flush with his chest.

“I got you, sweet girl,” he murmured into your hair as he moved his fingers faster against you, occasionally dipping them down to your entrance to collect some of your slick for lubrication. You hitched a leg up over his hip to allow him better access to your core. 

“Jesus, Bucky,” you moaned, feeling yourself building to the crescendo. Taking your hand off his shoulder, you grabbed his wrist, guiding his movements so you could grind your desperate cunt against his hand.

“Do you want my fingers, sugar?” Bucky panted. You looked up at him to find his gaze locked on where his hand had vanished between your thighs, his pupils completely blown from lust. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers until you squirt all over me?”

You couldn’t even get out a coherent word, just a pathetic whine that turned into a near scream when Bucky plunged three of his digits into you. The air was full of the frantic sounds of your combined breathing, along with the rapid squelch of his fingers driving in and out of your cunt with a speed you didn’t know was humanly possible. It felt like he was hitting every part of you, even parts you didn’t know existed until now. Every time with Bucky felt that way.

“How you doing, sugar?” Bucky asked as he continued to drive his fingers home. “You okay?”

You nodded and grunted in the affirmative, loving how he always checked in on you. You were so much more than okay. You were transcendent. 

Soon, you felt that intense, unfamiliar build up that only he had been able to pull out of you once before, on the living room floor. The pleasure was so intense, you couldn’t see straight and you were exploding all over again, clinging to Bucky for dear life as you screamed his name. 

<- Previous Part / Next Chapter ->

[blingblong55]

Not a romantic -Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request: Can we please get some Keegan content? I lovedddd the wandering eyes headcannon and was thinking like what if when the reader first joins he is rude to her and cocky but after a mission everyone goes out to celebrate and the reader is wearing smth super sexy and he starts like crushing on her or smth Omg also like what if the reader notices after the night they celebrated that Keegan changed and starts wearing tighter outfits and stuff to tease him and maybe there is a bit of NSFW🤭🤭🤭 or not lolll but I love ur writing so much❤️❤️❤️ ---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, recording, pervy!Keegan ----

A/N: went of script, I know

Being a part of the infamous team Ghosts, you were bound to get close to everyone on the team, except one man, Keegan Russ. It wasn't that he didn't like you, but he could just remind you that he was way better than you in most things. If you tried to prove yourself to be worthy of being a part of the team, he'd be there to remind you he was good at almost everything and you were just not so good.

He didn't even know why he was this way towards you, not like he had a pre-planned way of treating you, but when he first saw you, it was like a switch was turned on.

Tonight, as a long and grueling mission ended, Logan proposed to relax and go to a local bar. Everyone agreed, even the serious man you had known all this time said yes to it. Once you all had reached to base, you showered and decided to wear something more…nicer. The colour of the dress you wore accentuated your eyes and curves so well that by the time you arrived at the bar, everyone turned heads. Keegan smirked at this rather sweeter side of you. Sweet only because this was a treat for his eyes.

He buys you a drink and then it hits you, he is some dirty dog, liking the curves and sweet body you possess. His body language betrays all he is trying not to say out loud. His playful hands pulled the barstool you sat on closer to him, those drunk eyes of his spilling what his dick wished to do. "Y/N, c'mon, just take a small sip, this is us celebrating for fuck sake," Keegan's deep and sweet voice slurred by now.

He gets closer, "Pretty thing you got on," he comments and then pulls away but you know best and smirk. "Logan said the same thing," you lie and he looks back at the table where Logan sits at. "He fucking wouldn't."

"Oh please, you know he would," you take a sip from your drink and look at him, waiting for any stupid comment he'd make. "No, he knows not to– whatever," he plays it cool and walks away, taking a smoke break, according to him. From outside, he watches how you just sit there and his eyes begin to travel lower and lower. A smirk plays on his mouth as he imagines all the things he would do to your pretty little body. His cock aching to be between your precious legs but he will play along and wait for the right time.

For days after, he gets closer to you. He asks all the right questions and doesn't hide around innocent questions. Keegan is bold sure but all these questions and the way his voice would go lower when asking them had you excited for any late-night talk he wanted to have.

This goes on for weeks and eventually, you decide to play with him. Knowing he fancies you so much makes you wear tighter shirts around base. Hesh eventually just makes a bet with the others, waiting to see if he'd win and so far, he is winning.

When you walk into the common room, Keegan usually man spreads or places a pillow between his legs and licks his lips. Your cleavage makes him horny enough to the point he leaves the room, coming minutes later looking more relaxed.

When working out, he watches from afar, enjoying the squats you do or how you groan or even breathe out when working too much.

By the end of the day, he goes to your room, knocking on the door when he hears your sweet moans. He knows no one would freely come and fuck you, he took care of that a long time ago, so, this only means you must be touching yourself. Not so innocent after all.

He looks around the hall and when he knows no one will come around, he sneaks into your room, carefully taking steps and closing the door. He can see you lying on your bed, a pink toy between your legs as your eyes close and you turn the volume up to your headphones. He smirks and pulls his phone out, sets it on a book and records you.

Keegan knows he shouldn't do this, but he also knows he needs this more than anything.

He undoes his jeans and pulls his fat and hard cock out, he tries not to make noise as he strokes his cock. Spit falls onto his free hand before touching himself more.

His eyes are on you like a hawk, he smirks as he hears your whimpers and moans. The toy should be replaced by me, he thinks as he watches you pump it inside of you like a bitch in heat.

What he doesn't expect is you moaning his name over and over. Your free hand on your hard nipple as you moan trying to suppress a scream of his name. "Fuck…oh fuck…Keegan," your head was thrown back as you grew more sensitive. You stop playing with your tits and flick your already needy and sensitive bud.

He nods and watches you with hunger. His dick is ready to just fuck itself in you, but it'd be wrong, so he continues to enjoy the show. A pretty little thing like you deserves an audience after all. He doesn't need some shit-looking porn actress that resembles you when he's got this. Not anymore.

The more he jerks off, the more he finds himself biting his lip and getting reading to let his cum spill out.

He looks around and finds your bra by the chair he's on, he grabs it and as he strokes his cock faster, he lets his cum get collected on it.

He pulls his jeans back on, but not before taking a good look at you.

Your moans get louder and before he knows it, your legs shake as you curse his name out. Sweet little thing came for me, he thinks and leaves the room. His phone in his hand serves as proof you need him like he needs you.

"I'm not a romantic, but I'd fuck your brains out, Y/N," a note he wrote before leaving is placed near the cum covered bra.

Tags: @liyanahelena @mangowafflesss @johfaam0 @froggy-anon @goldenmclaren @ghostslillady @moonsua1 @Krinoid24 @frizzseaberries @frazie99 @vampsquerade @alxexhearts @tiredmetalenthusiast @strangepuppynightmare @defnotlpuluvyou @enarien @luvecarson @nellsbobells @willowaftxn83-87 @coralwitchdreamland @ikohniik @strawberrychita @Llelannie @avidreadee123 @talooolaaloolla @skelletonwitch @bittermajesties @1234beeandpuppycat @honestlyhiswife @@who-can-appease-me @ghostwifeyy @konigssultwithghost @lovelyvqer @nobodys-coffee @rowrowrowyourboat13 @foxface013 @thegreyjoyed @mychemichalimalance @marshiely

[p4nishers]

bc i am in fact insane, i rewatched the 1967 scene and took notes only to prove my theory that one of them (crowley) tried to confess in 1941 and got rejected before they could even say a word.

now to the stuff i noticed or perhaps deluded myself into:

crowley actively goes out of his way to gain aziraphale's attention, i mean come on, robbing a CHURCH in SOHO for HOLY WATER?? he clearly wanted aziraphale to notice he was doing dumb shit and stop him

the only time aziraphale actually seeks out crowley, which obviously everyone noticed, but i'm thinking maybe crowley was afraid to seek him out bc he feared an another rejection and they obviously parted on shit terms given by the tension between them

"i needed a word with you" "a word?" the way crowley actually sounds afraid (OF ANOTHER REJECTION?!!!)

they clearly haven't spoken since '41 (again, that is obvious to everyone but it fits with my theory so i had to mention it)

crowley barely meets aziraphale's eyes, is constantly looking away, never fully turns to face him

"a 100 and 5 years ago" needed to emphasize that you remember the exact year, did you babe? he REMEMBERS everything that happened between them and he's not about to let aziraphale forget that

"after everything you said?" clearly he's not just talking about their argument in 1862 cause aziraphale barely said shit to him just stormed away so he could be referring to '41 where aziraphale not only rejects him but forbids him of ever speaking on his feelings

the nervousness/awkwardness that wasn't there before between them

"don't look so disappointed" girl??

–> processed to list romantic date ideas for them in the future, "when all of this is over" girl what are u talking about? perhaps mayhaps when heaven and hell are no longer on ur asses?? aziraphale what the fuck are u saying to this man don't get his hopes up now

"you go too fast for me crowley" = what i said in '41 still stands. i can't be with you in the way you want me to be. i'm too afraid. i don't want to be just something you speed over and throw away when you're bored. wait for me.

anyway add whatever u noticed that i didn't pls i would love if a smart person helped me out here

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi! how are ya? I just drop in your blog and I just sooo in love! I was wondering if you could write hcs of dating Gwen stacy from spiderverse? thanks a lot!!!

(sure I can! I must warn you though this turned into a fic.)

Dating Gwen Stacy

You guys met in her dimension

You guys had to be good friends before you guys even considered dating

It's either a slow burn, or a love at first sight she tried to avoid

I don't even think she knew it was love at first, she saw you, felt something and tried to stay away from it

But then she couldn't, and you guys took time to be one good friends

When she first noticed she had feelings for you it was awkward as hell

She didn't know what to do about them at all

Was staring at you as you talked, and tried to play it off laughing awkwardly when you caught her

But most of all she just wanted to be around you

Makes time the best she can even if it's for a little bit

When you guys did get together, it was hella awkward at first

She still didn't know what to do

It was a very slow process she needed to get comfortable with

But it was the absolute best when you guys got the hang of it

Cheek kisses, hand holding, regular kisses

I feel like she loves hugs from behind, especially surprise hugs because she instantly knows it's you

Doesn't matter who's hugging who from behind, she loves either way

She leaves a lot of clothes at your place

Because she is constantly doing quick changes she leaves clothes everywhere

You found out she was Spider-Woman

She did not want to tell you at all, especially because so many people thought she murdered Peter

So when you found out she was terrified, was about to leave as quickly as she could

She is the one to run away before she can get hurt, or leave before the chance to be hurt even comes around

You stopped her though, and she is forever grateful you did when you did

Cause she didn't know if she was even gonna come back

Sneaks into your bed after a fight as Spider-Woman

Or if something happened with her dad

She didn't talk, she just wanted to be by you in bed

She got so close to you every time because she wanted to know you would still be there when she went to sleep and woke up

There were very rare times she cried

But when she did, you were always there to hold her or comfort her or just be there while she cried it out

She secretly loved that

You guys are very much so teen love

You guys sneak out to see each other, run around the city, have no idea what you guys are doing most of the time but just glad to be together

Hiding out in abandoned places or on the rooftops of buildings are your dates

Or sometimes you guys will go to a cafe, but she likes small and little dates

A little hopeless romantic I'm not gonna lie

She can sit between your legs and have you play with her hair for solid hours

She remembers very small details about you

Like if you pick at your hands or nails, will hold your hands to help you out with that habit

You like some drink or some specific food?

She gets it for you everytime

Favorite color, animal, how you create to certain things, how you like your stuff arranged, she remembered every small detail

She is a very teasing partner

Doesn't outright say I love you even if she wanted to

It took a long time to say she did

Let's you steal her clothes while she steals yours

Your closets are just combined at this point

Will sit and let you mess around with her hair, she's just glad to stare at you with a smile when you do

Likes watching movies on the couch with you all the time

Movie marathons with just her head on your lap, laying down and you both throwing commentary at the screen

Kiss her forehead or her lips while her head is in your lap

Trust me. Do it.

Can talk about absolutely anything and everything with you

But the most important moments in your relationship are the quiet ones

Like when she shows up at your door, just standing there

Don't say anything and just take her in

Those are stuff that mean the most to her

You guys goof off constantly

Doing each other's homework in subjects one sucks in but the other is great in

You guys cannot take anything seriously

You were her absolute embodiment of her own vision of her own true love

She didn't think you would come along when she was going through tough times, but she's glad you did

She would've stayed with you forever

Would've

She had to leave you behind in her universe, she didn't want to, but with her dad, she did

She didn't see you for a long time, and your last goodbye wasn't meant to be a goodbye

She was in the Spider Society, and she refused to go back

One, because of her dad

And two, because she couldn't face you after leaving you behind with no warning for months

Until more shit went down with Miles, and Miguel sent her home

She had to face her dad, and she had to face you

You thought your eyes were failing you, dtsnding in your doorway.

You wanted to believe, you wanted to. You hoped for months this would happen, but once it did you couldn't move.

Gwen, your Gwen, stood in your room.

The Gwen you spent so long loving, comforting and holding when she and you both needed it.

The Gwen that left without a trace, with a goodbye that wasn't meant to be goodbye.

So you could only stare at her, watching her anxious face as you stared with a blank face, her eyes scanning you over in all the differences and similarities since she had left.

"I know. I know- it's bad." Gwen stumbled over her words, walking forward a step as she held her hands out.

"But- (Name)." Gwen tried once again, more panicked at your silence than your yelling or your words.

Gwen panicked even more as you finally moved, letting go of the door handle to walk closer to her.

"Look! I know you hate me, I would too!" Gwen kept talking, refusing to walk backwards as you got closer and closer.

"But I didn't mean to leave, honest!" Gwen stated, words faster and faster as you now stood right in front of her.

"Oh, come on! Say something!" Gwen exclaimed, your silence scaring her as you merely stared.

You stared right at her, never looking away as her face begged for you to say anything.

You merely sighed, a more angry and relieved one, quickly pulling Gwen into a hug, much to her shock, holding onto her like you would lose her.

Gwen froze, her arms frozen at her sides, hesitant to do anything as she felt your head in her neck, no sound but your breathing and no movement but the rising of your chest.

Gwen slowly, but surely wrapped her arms around your back, her own eyes filled with fear and somewhat comfort as she finally could hold and be held by you again.

"I thought you were dead." You finally spoke up, your words muffled by Gwen's shoulder.

"And I thought you would hate me." Gwen quipped back, holding the back of your head and her arm around your waist as she reveled in your touch.

"I do." You stared, both scaring Gwen and relieving her, knowing she deserved it, just confusing her too.

"Then why-" Gwen tried, confused as her words failed her, you pulled back from her hold slightly, able to look at her with more than a blank face.

"...I'm more happy you came back. I'll yell at you later." You stated, your eyes washing over her face, hesitantly reaching up a hand to hold her cheek.

You moved slow, Gwen noticed. Almost afraid and hesitant to touch her, like she was glass or that she would be gone when you did.

Gwen slowly nodded, sniffling herself as she couldn't help but give a small smile, her hand coming up to hold your wrist.

A lot of shit happened, Gwen knew that. And she didn't deserve to come back to you like nothing happened.

But Gwen needed you, she knew that.

And maybe, she would be selfish once.

Because she was back with you.

And Gwen missed you.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Sorry for sending another ask so soon, but-

Don't be shy, spit the frog (italian way to say spill the tea)

I WANNA KNOWWWNWNFNGNG

okay i'm spilling some of the frogs, the tea, I WILL DESEMBUCHAR (word for spilling the truth in portuguese)

springtrap and bell (ballora) do know each other but from a certain distance (he's with the phantoms, and she belongs in the funtime crew). there's never this 'strange feeling' that they've met before because, literally... they never met!

the reason for them to be arguing a lot is due to remnant usage, whose importance is constantly brought up in the universe of BTC. springtrap uses them for his own selfish purposes, while bell is searching for more to help a friend stay active, amongst other reasons that involve the safety and entertainment of backstage residents.

bell is one of the very few bots that has directly confronted springtrap for his actions and usual mean behavior (sometimes on the same level of aggressiveness, other times a single glare is enough). she refuses to stay silent and reality downs on him that the stuff he's saying and doing is harming people.

they are basically the closest thing to human adults in this digitalized city of ghost children, with bell sacrificing a lot more of her time protecting those around her than springtrap (especially before they met)

bell is a chaotic, stubborn altruistic type paired up with self-destructive tendencies as a defense mechanism, considering she is painfully aware of her purpose as a child killing, remnant harvester robot. springtrap contrasts that part of her personality by being aloof, cautious and egocentric, and by pushing others away, acting as if the world revolves around his success in escaping UCN and becoming one with the entity. these contrasting traits often generate conflict, especially later on, when more secrets are revealed.

i like to think they help each other learn from their mistakes with this dumb, tom and jerry beef they have going on, but saying there's any hint of romantic love between them in the beginning feels objectively wrong (considering the amount of times springtrap has said hurtful and otherwise mean things to her).

both are competitive by nature. expect them to be counting how many remnants they caught in a single night.

the more they get to know each other the more they display their true selves, ofc. springtrap has a quieter, observant, genuinely concerned side where he listens instead of talking over people in that loud, cheeky and arrogant tone. bell seems to be a lot more of an anxious and impatient person, thoughts racing at all times and sometimes causing her to shut everyone out. black cat and orange cat behavior, respectively.

they often debate about human nature and the limits of artificial intelligence, and how they, two self-aware small pieces of a larger puzzle stuck in a digital dimension, fit inside these two labels. both are detached from either concepts, meanings losing importance the further they investigate. still, that doesn't stop them from displaying unwavering support whenever one is lost and afraid (works for both).

hand on shoulder, "are you alright?" glances, lending his cape, handmade gifts and favors. springtrap doesn't know how to be comforting, but he makes an effort.

he's more comfortable being secretive and working behind the curtains. events like claw machines suddenly functioning again, entire stages being repaired in a single night, random input of remnants in the electrical system, abandoned areas appearing tidy and organized... (they still wonder who's behind it all...)

when bell first showed up at the workshop for a simple repairs session, he took off her illusion disks and disabled the part of her programming that submitted to William Afton's orders. with that, the entity lost influence over her actions, and as a consequential effect, her eyes glow a bright yellow color, instead of the usual pink/purple hue.

compliments (lots of them), getting excited over the other's achievements, eagerly asking about their favorite topics. bell is that "saw this meme and thought of you" type of person.

scolding. both scold each other all the time. scolding as in "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING" and "oh wow that's the greatest idea you've ever had. i'm surprised we aren't dead because of your absolute GENIUS of a plan (/loudly sarcastic)"

[th3tism]

Alright, hear me out. The mercs with a SO that is a siren and their first meeting. About the SO trying to "entice" the mercs but their powers are too weak so it doesnt work :))

AGHHHH HIII SORRY I KEPT PROCRASTINATING TO POST IT BUT HERE IT IS!!!!!

Mercs: medic, scout, demo

Mercs with a siren who failed to entice them

Medic:

When he first saw you, he was fascinated

Not because of your song (obviously) but because of what you were

When you tried (and failed) to hypnotize him, he just tied you up in a net and brought you back to his operating room/lab

After awhile, he weirdly got attached to you

And you the same honestly

You both had conversations that lasted until midnight, he taught you how to play chess, he introduced you to his birds... It was almost like... Oh no

As soon as he realized he might've gained feelings, he feels like an idiot

He didn't even know if you felt the same (spoiler alert, you did)

Your powers may not have worked on him, but your charm certainly did

Scout:

Today was supposed to be relaxing god damnit!

He wasn't supposed to have any supernatural encounters of any kind!

But nooo, he just had to stumble upon a mermaid or whatever

But, once he actually saw you he didn't really mind

Your hair, your scales... You were actually really hot

And then you started singing? For him? (Technically yes, but you were hungry not horny)

Sure, your powers were weak, but somehow it still worked on him

As soon as he got close enough to get a good view of you, he (tried) turned up the charm

"Hey hot stuff. You wanna get outta here?"

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean... You uh- um..."

"Ok then... I'm just gonna eat you now."

He embarrassed himself, and confused you

Once he managed to get out of there alive (barely)

He couldn't stop thinking about you

He needed to come back

Even if you were gonna eat him, he wanted to see you

So ofc, he came back.

This time with fish sticks he stole from the base freezer, and a rose

As soon as you saw him again, you rolled your eyes. But then you saw the fish sticks

Now you were interested

Once you swam up to him to steal them, he kneeled down and presented the rose with a sheepish grin

"... What's this?"

"Um... An offering?"

"For... What?"

"For you."

You were so confused by this guy

But... He was intriguing.

So, instead of threatening him this time, you took the rose (and the box of fish sticks), and swam away

At this point, it was routine for him to come over and give you things

Roses, jewelry that he DEFINITELY didn't steal from Spy, and even a can of BONK! if he felt like it

He was madly in love with you

And honestly... You were kinda starting to warm up to him

Demo:

When he first saw you, he thought he was drunk

He was, but that's besides the point

He's had his fair share of weird encounters with mythical creatures like you... But you were different

You were beautiful, stunning, handsome, dazzling, all of it

You didn't even have to start singing for him to approach you

You were confused by this to say the least

Most men ran off in terror... But him? He approached you

"Hey there lass/lad. Ya got a name?"

"Um... It's y/n..."

"Well... Ain't that a pretty lil name."

This man was intriguing

Charming even

He was different.

From then on, the two of you would talk, and hang out

Sometimes he'd even join you in the water if he wanted to

One night, the both of you were star gazing

Just casual activities between the two of you honestly

But the romantic tension between y'all was BIG

Like bigger than a sperm whale

He didn't wanna push anything

So he just slowly reached his hand out to gently grab yours

You looked over at him, and did the same

He smiled as your fingers intertwined

This was nice. This was real nice.

[chaos-grimlin]

Hii can i request Billy x fem reader x Stu (nothing romantic between boys they only share girlfriend) smut when reader went to party but boys told her not to go so when she got back she thought they were sleeping but they were waiting for her but they wanted to scare her a bit so they called her on phone as Ghostfaces and after that came smut part

Thank you

Oooo I like thissss sorry if it's bad tho(its only my second time writing full on smut-and sorry that it's HELLA long I hate smut with no plot sorry of I went all out I got carried away-

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN AND MY CHARACTER LIST HAS BEEN UNDATED PLEACE CHECK THE PINNED POST!NEW CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN ADDED

Paring: Billy Loomis, Fem reader, Stu macher

Warning: smut! Choking, knife play, degrading, P n v, unprotected, oral (male receiving),ever so slightly drunk Y/n,slow burn,teasing,slight blood kink????that's all I think-

(This is only my 3rd time writing smut-)

Bad girls don't get rewards

INTRO:

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

When Billy and Stu came up with their little idea to get revenge on Sidney, thoughts flooded their minds..

Since middle school, Billy and Stu both had a crush on Y/n, I mean who wouldn't? She was pure perfection in their minds..

They both loved how her hair flowed in the wind, how her eyes sparkled when she seen something she liked, and how her hips swayed when she walked in pants or a skirt that she felt confident in.

Their crushes carried over to high school, and soon, they knew that if they didn't at least try to confess, seeing her with her boyfriends or girlfriends would hurt even more.

So one day, late into the summer, Billy told Y/n to meet him at Stus house.

The request wasn't odd to Y/n..the three of them typically hung out together without Tatum, Sidney, and Randy.

So when she came over, she was expecting to see the pile of snacks on the table and the couch prepared for a long movie night, but instead she was greeted at the door by Stu, who seemed nervous, maybe even scared.

She had asked him what was wrong but all he did was tell her to come inside, that him and Billy had to talk to her.

That same night was the night both Billy and Stu had confessed to the girl they had both liked since middle school.

Billy and stu thought that only one of them could have her..because that's how relationships worked...right?

Wrong.

Both guys were shocked when she said that she liked them too, but couldn't just choose one.

So

After maybe 30 minutes of talking

Y/n ended up dating the both of them.

Ever since Y/n has agreed to date both Stu and Billy, they had both grown rather possessive over Y/n. They didn't like it when other guys talked to her, and it took everything in Stu not to murder every man and women other then Billy that looked at her. in a way he didn't like.

But soon...y/n got tired of it all..and decided to go against what they had said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

"Heyyy Billyyyy! Stuuu!" Y/n called out as she walked into Stu house, where they all had started staying.

It took less then a minute before Stu ran down the stairs and engulfed her In a tight hug and starting peppering her face in slobbery kisses. "S..stuuu!" She cried out laughing as he continued his assult on her face.

Billy walked from the kitchen and wacked Stu in the head with a wash cloth "knock it off" he snapped out causing stu to groan, rubbing the back of his head as he let Y/n go "your a dick" Stu whines out.

Y/n giggled as she wipes her face with her sleeve.

Billy walks over and plants a small kiss on her forehead. "Did you get what I asked you to?" Billy asked, cocking an eyebrow up at her.

Y/n nods happily as she hands him a tan plastic grocery bag, filled to the brim with stuff he asked for, and some stuff he didn't.

Y/n had went and bought what Billy asked her too while also picking up thinks he and Stu liked, so maybe, just maybe they'd say yes to her request.

"Billy can I ask you something?" Y/n asked as she followed Billy into the kitchen like a baby duck following their mother. "Hm? What?" He asked not looking back at her as he unpacked the grocery bag. "Can I go to a party tonight?"She asked hesitantly, trying to sound as innocent and persuading as possible.

Billy looked back at her with a look she didn't quite know, a look he had given Stu multiple times when he asked or said something stupid.

"Umm..why would you wanna go to a party?" Billy asked looking away from her again.

"Well...I wanna get out of the house and have fun" she muttered, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

Billy rolls his eyes slightly "we're gonna have our own little party here....why would you wanna go to a shitty party thrown by shitty people when you have us?"

When Billy said this, y/n knew it practically ment no, that she'd be stuck inside the house with Stu and Billy....again.

Y/n loved the boys but sometimes she wanted to break free.from her cage and run off to have fun without them looming around near-by.

"Yeah..your right I guess" she mutters as she turns on her heels and walked off, joining Stu on the couch as she awaited for the 'party' Billy and Stu had planned....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night was drug out long as Billy and Stu had their own mini party, but..y/n felt herself longing for the adrenalin of a real party. Being in a house she didn't know, swaying to the music that hurt her ears, drowning her liver in cheap alcohol, then having one of her sober friends drive her home.

"God I'm already fucking tired" Billy muttered as he plopped down on the couch next to Y/n while stu continued to rush around, most likely in a sugar rush from consuming over half of the.candy they had for their 'party'

"Me too" y/n played along as a simple little thought played its way onto her brain. Billy was tired from chasing Stu and dancing with her, meanwhile Stu would soon hit a sugar crash and end up asleep too...and what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them...right? Right.

"Wanna go lay down?" Y/n asked as she moves herself closer to Billy.

"Yes please....hey..Stu! Me and Y/ns gonna go lay down...when ever your done with your little....energy high..you can lay with us too" Billy said as he stood up, and started walking not Even waiting on Y/n.

"I..I'll be there sooooonnnn!" Stu yelled as he gave Y/n a small wink before she walked off, following loosely behind Billy.

Once y/n had made it to hers, his, and Stus shared room, Billy was already laying on his side. "Don't just stand there" he asked, his voice holding a playful yet annoyed tone to it. It was a tone that made Y/n shiver as she kicked off her shoes and laid down beside Billy, who was quick to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her too him, burying his head into the crook of her neck, pressing a tender kiss to the soft flesh that dawned on her neck.

Y/n shuttered at the feeling as she nuzzled herself up to her boyfriend...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour passes..

Stu had crawled into the bed 30 minutes ago and Billy was already asleep with his arms wrap around Y/n and his legs intertwined with hers.

Stu had thought that Y/n was asleep when he crawled into the bed, so all he did was gently kiss her temple and wrap his arms around her torso, a few inches above Billy's arms.

But..little did Stu know, y/n was wide awake, waiting till he had drifted off to sleep..which didnt take long...only 7 minutes and 25 seconds.

Y/n glanced back at Stu, confirming he was asleep before she gently peeled his arms off of her body.

Stu didn't hold a tight grip on her, which made moving him the easiest part...but then she was posed with the next task...moving Billy off of her.

Billy always held a tight grip on her, holding her almost flush against his body.

Y/n gently grabbed one of Billy's wrists and tried to pry him off of her without waking him. Everytime Billy moved or moaned in his sleep she would stop and stare at him, hopeing(geeze I can't spell-), praying, that Billy didn't wake..but..his breathing stayed steady, and his eyes remained closed as she lifted his arm from her.

She quickly yet gently shimmed out of the bed, being as quiet and not moving more then she needed to till her feet gently touched the carpeted floor of their bedroom.

She let a gentle sigh leave her parted lips as she quickly redressed herself and slipped on her shoes, not knowing that in the process she had woken up the same man that told her not to go..

Oblivious to the fact that he was awake Y/n quickly yet silently creeped out of the room, trying not to let her feet touch any of the squeaky floor boards that loved to surprise her.

Her breathing was slightly unsteady as she walked down the stairs and to the front door, opening it as slowly as she could, minimizing the amount of noise she made doing so. She opened the door only enough for her to slip out before she closed it behind her...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

^^^y/n P.O.V^^^

I lifted the red solo cup up to my lips and let the liquid rush down my open throat. The alcohol stung my throat every so lightly, feeling myself go numb to the feeling the more times i refilled the cup.

My body swayed wildly to the music as I clinged onto my friends shoulder.

I had only been here for 2 hours and I already felt my mind go woozy as the cup stayed pressed to my lips.

"Oh...girly we dont need you drunk...you know how your boyfriends get...we need to get you home" my friend, Bsf/n (bestfriends name) says with a concerned tone intertwined with her voice "n...nooooooooo" I whined out, leaning onto her shoulder as my legs threatened to betray me.

"No..come on" and with that she led me to the front door and straight to her car..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bsf/n had drove me all the way home before parking and letting me out, watching as I stumbled to the front door and entered carelessly.

I fumbled slightly as I shut the door behind me, giggling softly like a kid who had just gotten away with something.

My droopy eyes servalianced the area as I kicked off my shoes and went to go up stairs...however...the ringing of the small box phone of my counter caught be off gaurd..

I stepped off the first step and walked to the phone, picking it up and pressing it to my ear "hello?"

"Well hello.." a deep yet distorted sounding voice rung out from the other end

"Who's is this?"

"Who is this?"

The voice repeated the words I had said, confusing my woozy mind.

"I..ima hang up..."

"Don't you hang up on me!" The voice yelled, Making me jump, their voice help a eerienss to them that made my drunken body shiver

"Who the hell is this?!" I said, almost demanding a answer..but...the next thing I heard didn't come from the phone...

"Don't be so demanding you bitch" the same distorted voice said, but..it wasn't over the phone

I felt my whole body tremble In fear as I forced myself to turn around, coming face to face with clothed black eyes.

I opened my mouth to scream but the person was quick, pushing me against a wall and covering my mouth with their gloved hand.

I screamed into their hand, desperately trying to get them away from me.

The persons free hand cupped my cheek, stroking it lightly with their thumb.

That's when my eyes wondered,landing on the mask that covered the persons face, it was the same mask featured on the news when Casey Becker and her boyfriend Stevan Orth were killed.

I felt tears swell in my eyes as I squirmed causing the person to press their body flush against mine, keeping me against the wall.

"Just wait till my partner gets here" the person said as they tried to make their voice hold a more seductive tone to it.

As those words left the persons lips a taller, yet skinnyer person walks in, holding a knife in their left hand.

Fear was the only thing I felt as my body trembled violently.

"Awwww why so scared?" The taller person said, a hint of playfulness hidden in the distorted voice.(in my mind the voice changer is taped to the inside of the mask fight me on it)

I stayed quiet as the taller one pressed the knife he had against my cheek gently. Causing my breathing to pick up drastically.

I wanted to scream our, cry for Billy and Stu but I knew the second those cries would leave my lips my head would be detached from my shoulders.

"Mhmmm if only you wouldn't have gone out..." the one with the knife said as they pressed the knife deeper into my cheek, drawing blood.

I whined and sucked air in through my teeth, feeling light droplets of blood trickle down my cheek.

The one without the knife gently lifted the bottom of his mask, exposing the bottom part of his face to me, then it hit me on who these two were.

As the man leaned forwards, pressing his tongue against the small cut on my cheek as he licked up the blood.

"B..billy?" I whined out, whincing at the feeling of hid tongue swiping across the cut.

"Shh..girls that don't listen dont get to talk" Billy muttered as he fully pulled the mask off, letting it fall to the floor with a small thud as he planted soft kisses on my jawline

My eyes dashed over to the other person as they unmasked themselves, revealing themselves to be my other boyfriend...Stuart Macher.

Stu instantly walks over to him, motioning for Billy to move out of his way.

Billy inches over moving his assault of kisses on my jaw, slowly moving himself to my neck.

Once Stu was closer to him, he hooked the knife under the shirt I had worn to the party and started to carelessly pull it up using the knife.

The knife graced over my skin, leaving small cuts along my torso.

"I think this shirt would look better on the floor..what do you think Billy?" "Mhm" Billy agrees as he kisses along my neck, biting and sucking on the tender skin. My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to stay still, slight fear bubbling in the pit of my stomach as my eyes trailed down to the knife stu used to lift my shirt, exposing my stomach to them.

Soon, without warning, Stu carelessly used the knife to cut open my shirt, almost fully exposing my upper body to them.

I felt my breathing grow quicker as I started to squirm slightly, but as soon as I moved, stu was quick to reach his hand up and grab my throat. "Aw..heh...Girls that don't listen also dont get to move...at all..." Stus grip around my throat tightened slightly. His actions caused me to gasp for air slightly. "They got to take whatever punishment their lover has planned for them" Billy whispered in my ear as he roughly grabbed my breast.

"What were you thinking going out all alone to a party when I told you not to?" Billy voice sounded harsh but seductive at the same time as Stu loosened his grip of my neck, but when I failed to answer Billy's question, he squeezed my throat again. I let out a string of coughs as I gasped for air, trying desperately to take in a full breath of air.

"You really need to learn to follow orders darling..now..are you ready to answer my question?" Billy gently caressed my cheek as I felt my body grow weak from not being able to breathe due to Stus grip on my neck.

As soon as Stus hand left my neck is started taking in deep greedy gasps of air, tears filling my eyes due to a buring feeling in my air deprived lungs. "I..I wanted out..o..of the house" I managed to choke out

"Aww are we not good enough for you anymore? Are we so annoying to the point you had to leave us?" Stu fake pouts at he gently pressed the knife to my throat

I felt myself tense up despite the fact I knew that they'd never hurt me. "N..no" I let out a one worded answer for stus questions, not daring to move alot due to the knife pointed at my throat.

Before I knew it, I felt a hand creeping up my skirt, gently brushing against my thigh. "Now...your going to listen to every word either me or Stu say....got it?" His voice was harsh but oddly enough it held a gentle tone to it. "G..got it" I felt my body start to tremble from both fear and excitement..

"Walk to the bed room" Billy ordered, his voice loud and demanding as I looked at him. Billy eyes held a look of lust and another look...one that I didn't know but it was one that sent shivers down my spine.

I soon complied with Billy's order. As I walked up the stairs, Stu kept his knife pointed to my back, as if making sure I wouldn't run away.

I soon opened the door to our shared bedroom and walked in.

"Take the rest of your clothes off, well..almost all of your clothes" Stu said, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, he seemed excited for this. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly excited either.

I slowly reached behind myself, unclasping my bra, letting thr staps fall gracefully off my shoulders as I kept my eyes to the floor.

"Eyes on us darling" Those words rolled off of Billy's tongue like honey, this tone of voice almost had me in a trance. Myeyes glide upwards, dashing back and forth between stu and Billy before locking eyes with Billy for a moment and alternating every so often.

I slip my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pull my shorts off, gently kicking them to the side.

I look at Billy then Stu, both boys eyes wandered over my almost nude body hungrily, their gaze lingering everywhere they could see as if it was their first time seeing me naked.

"Get on the bed" Billy orders and I comply.

I sit on the bed, sitting their looking at them both.

I felt my body shift slightly as my eyes darted from Billy to stu as they started walking towards me. Billy took the knife from Stus hand. I felt the tip of the knife on the bottom of my chin as Billy used the knife to make me look up at his eyes, eyes that were laced with Lust and a hint of Evil.

"Your so pretty when you listen" he whispers with a slight smirk as he brushed his fingers across my jaw.

My eyes peeled away from Billy and went over to Stu, who seemed to grow more and more excited as he eyed me up and down.

My mind felt woozy, both from lust and from the cheap alcohol in my system. I head was throbbing as I listened to their voices.

"Get on all fours for us" Billy says as his rubbed my inner thigh.

I felt my cheeks burn as I shifted and moved till I was on all fours on the bed.

"Such a good little slut" Billy whispered. "Front or back Stu?" Billy asked Stu. "I want the back this time" Stus voice was full of excitement and eagerness as Billy gave the knife back to him as he moved out of sight to go behind me.

I felt his weight drip down on the bed behind me.

Billy moved so he was standing right infront of me, his clothed erection only inches from my face. My mind went blank as Billy's hand went back to my hair, jerking my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

As I looked into Billy's eyes I felt Stus gloves hand groaping at what parts of my ass wasn't covered by my underwear. He wasn't grabbing Me as roughly or as harshly as Billy was, which I was grateful for.

After a good moment I felt Stus slender fingers grip the waist band of my underwear and slowly slip them down.

I squirmed slightly, feeling the cold air hit my lower area's. "Jesus.." I heard stu whisper. I could feel his eyes staring at me. Once my underwear were off Billy let go of my hair, moving both of his hand to the long, yet slightly sparkly robe he had on in order to play the role of 'spooky murder'.

Billy lifted off the robe, and from the sound of fabric hitting the floor carelessly, I could tell Stu had done the same.

Once Billy's robe was off he was left in a simple t-shirt and the short he had worn before I left.

I felt Stus hand wander along my hips, ass and thighs before his fingers gently ran across my pussy, making me whine ever so slightly as Billy moved both of his hands down to his shorts, slipping them off, and letting them fall around his ankles.

Stu started to rub the pads of his fingers across my clit, causing my body to tremble slightly as I tried to push myself closer to his hand, which only made him stop and grab my hips roughly. "Don't move" he said harshly.

I turned my head around to look at Stu, but Billy grabbed my head and turned it back to look at him. "Eyes on me" his voice quieter then Stus. I looked up at Billy as he looked down at me.

Billy's free hand reached back down, finding the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down, freeing his hardened cock from its restraints.

"You know what to do" Billy whispered his hand going back to my hair.

I could barley focus on anything as Stu rubbed hid fingers across my clit, causing my body to shiver with pure pleasure.

I whined ever so slightly as I shifted closer to Billy. His throbbing cock was only an inch away from my lips.

My lips parted and I slowly went and gently licked the head of his cock.

Billy's grip on my hair instantly tightened and stu started to rub my clit faster before stopping again.

The only noise that filled the room other then the sound of a zipper being unzipped was heavy breathing.

As Stu threw his pants and underwear aside, I went back to attempting to please Billy, but before I could even go back to what I was going to do, Billy harshly shoved his cock into my throat, the head of it hitting the back of my throat, causing my mouth to close around his cock as I gaghed slightly.

Billy stroked my hair as he started thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, never once breaking eye contact with me.

After only a second of Billy starting, I felt Stu press himself against my thigh as his hands squeezed at my ass.

My body felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve in me seemed to be lit up as the boys did as they pleased.

Billy pulled at my hair, definitely breaking a few strands as Stu pushed his cock inside of me, stretching me out.

I moaned around Billy cock, causing him to let out a groan as he pushed himself farther into my throat.

I gripped onto the blankets tightly as Billy kept fucking my face while Stu started to thrust into me harshly, causing my body to violently jerk everytime he did.

I was moaning, which seemed to only please the man infront.of me more. The vibrations from my moans causing more stimulation for his cock.

As they continued I felt metal gently run across my back, before gently pushing into my skin, breaking it open.

I let out a whine from both pain and pleasure as i felt the knife leave small cuts along my back and as Stu and Billy both started thrusting harder and faster.

I felt blood trickle down my back and not even seconds later I felt Stu press his tongue against the cut, licking the blood off of my skin. The feeling made goosebumps arise on my skin.

Both boys were panting heavily as they continued.

I felt my body tremble as they continued. Billy was forcing my head down farther onto his cock and Stu was roughly pulling my hips back to meet his.

If sneaking out got me into situations like this..I might would have to sneak out more often.

I felt my stomach tighten slightly as Stus thrusts grew sloppy and lost there rhythm. My body started to tremble slightly and before I knew it, stu had pulled himself out, leaving me feeling empty. And the feeling of my climax faded, causing me to whine from discomfort. "Girls that don't listen dont get what they want" Stu whispered in my ear as he soon went back to finish himself, jerking off till he ended up Cumming on my ass and thighs.

After a bit, Billy pulled himself out of my mouth and did the same as Stu, this time Cumming on my face.

I felt my body trembling, feeling myself get more and more needy, but neither boy dared to touch me again.

"You can move now" Billy says as he pulls up his underwear and shorts and walks to the bathroom.

Stu puts back on his pants and underwear as he looks at him. "Your so pretty like thattt" he said with a giggle as I practically collapsed onto the bed then turned over so I was laying on my stomach, too tired to grab my clothes.

Billy came back after a few seconds with a wet wash cloth and gently cleaned my face and thighs off. "Promise you'll listen next time I say something?" He asked as he finished cleaning me off, he knew I could clean myself but I guess it was one of those nights where he just oddly enough wanted to help me.

"I promise" I whispered my voice sounding scratchy

"Good" Billy says as the threw the wash cloth into the laundry room and he laid down next to me, stu did the same.

Stu gently placed kisses along my jaw line as Billy wrapped his arms around me, pushed my back up against his chest while Stu wrapped his arms around my waist moving close enough to rest his head next to mine.

"I love you" both boys whispered to me

"I love you guys too.."

That was all I could manage to say before I ended up difting off to sleep....

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader headcanons⛏️

(Start of Romantic Relationship Pt. III Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(Finally on Pt. 3!!! It’s only been a couple of days since I first started this but I digress— Anyways a friend of mine, @goohts helped me figure out some ideas for this one, and I’m extremely thankful to her for it!)

Warning!: A small nsfw mention!

(Pt. I) (Pt. II)

- To start things off, baking, everyone likes to bake right? Well uh, if you decide to bake with Sloane, you obviously have to handle the oven part… And the ingredient part.

- If you don’t, things may get… Messy, you see they don’t really know a whole lot about baking at first, so they’ll try to wing it and assume crap. Bites y’all in the ass if you don’t thwart it in time.

- Imagine having to stop them from dumping a whole cup (not even a measuring cup, a drinking cup) of baking soda into the mixture, trying to protest against this, claiming that, “It’s called baking soda— so, there should be a lot of it right?” No.

- Besides that, they’re a great helper nonetheless, quickly learning from their mistakes and even getting pretty good at it the more you guys do it.

- I can imagine them making a cake like the mud cake Max, from Max & Ruby, makes but with crushed up Oreos, gummy worms, rock candy, etc.

- Looks a little frumpy cause they’re just too excited to take the time to decorate it, tastes great nonetheless.

- Also, a serial batter licker, you have to stop them from doing it almost every single time you have to give them a spoon or a whisk.

- Don’t want them getting salmonella after all, though they probably think it’d be a thing they’d die honorably for, that or between your thighs but like—

- I think they’d consider baking as a personal bonding activity between the two of you, and even if you don’t know how to— That’s cool! They don’t know either! You can learn together!!

- They definitely devour everything you make for them, if you char it— They’re used to eating rough stuff anyways, and leave NOTHING on that plate, that goes for more than just baking.

- Prefers sugary things, if that wasn’t obvious already. Brings a little baggy of candy with them wherever they go, preferring gummies.

- If you ever made them gummies yourself? They're already planning where to propose to you in their the second you give them the bag and tell them they’re homemade.

- Anyways, outdoor dates again with this one, cave exploring. Oh they’d just love to do that with you, probably suggests such a date like that when you both are celebrating your 6th month anniversary together.

- To say they’re excited is an understatement, traversing underground, being in the presence of rock various and unique rock formations that took years upon years to be where they are today and see it with you?? Oh yeah they’re living the dream.

- They’re constantly fighting the urge to break away from the group and run around, see everything the cave has to offer. It’s like seeing a kid in a candy shop and be given unlimited access to it I swear.

- Excitement aside, they make a point to make sure you’re ok all through out the trip, giving you whatever you request. Just making sure you’re well hydrated or comforting you if you start feelings a bit cramped in there.

- Always makes sure you’re up for it beforehand, wanting you to have as much fun as they are.

- They take so many pictures in sections where it’s permitted, and a lot of them have you as the main focus or in the sidelines, naturally.

- That scrapbook I mentioned earlier is jammed full of so many photos, you have to get another one or two in like a year after getting the first one, can’t properly close by the time they’re finished with it.

- Again, they genuinely want your relationship to work, and they just want you to reciprocate. I mean, what is a serious relationship without that after all?

(Sorry that this came out a bit later than it usually does, just going through some life junk.)

[harufluff]

‘i love you 3000’ nishimura riki

warnings - none. let me know if there are any.

genre - fluff, angst, idol!riki x gn!reader, enhypen x reader, established relationship au, enhypen au (feedback appreciated :))

sorry i’ve been so inactive. lots of school stuff and mental stuff. send in some soft hours cause i finally have some time and i feel bad for not posting in 10 days…

you had no plans of being where you were right now. sitting in your boyfriends arms for the first time almost two years.

two years…too long to be away from your favorite person. riki being the famous idol that he was, you didn’t get to see him anymore.

your best friend since grade school, turned love of your life at the age of 14, just before he left to pursue his dream.

and his dream took off. he became a member one of the most well known kpop groups and the world knew him just as the baby of enhypen.

you knew him as riki. the shy boy who loved dancing and the boy you for in love with for just that. although he had come back to his home, it was only to see his family due to limited time.

seeing him was the best thing ever. how did you get here you ask? well he did the most romantic thing posible. practically straight out of a kdrama.

quietly sitting on the cinder block fence along with your other peers. your friends talking amongst themselves as you sit in the world of your book.

‘y/n!!’ your head pops up from the book you were reading at the sound of a familiar voice. your head whips around to the tall boy standing at the gates of your school, and his old one.

with his eyes wide he starts sprinting over to you in excitement. you barely get up from your seat without falling and run over to riki as well.

you heart was beating so fast it was getting hard to breath. oh god but you had to keep going if you wanted to finally get him in your arms. it felt like if you stopped now, he would be gone for another 2 years.

but after what feels like a million years, your jumping into his warm grasp. your legs circle around his waist as he lifts you off the ground like it’s nothing.

to be honest your whole school could be looking at you, but it’s all the same people you’ve been with since middle school. if they were to be confused, we’ll that would just be rude in your mind.

riki starts swaying in attempts to calm the both of you down, but stops when you say this and his heart swells.

‘i love you’

——

‘why did you say it all of a sudden…?’

riki asks, you still laying in between his legs on your bed as you watch some random tv show, not even caring what was happening.

it was just peaceful riki catch-up hug time.

‘what do you mean?’

you ask, your voice muffled from your face being buried into his chest. he smiled sweetly at you cute action.

‘why did you say the L word right when i got back?’

‘why do you think?’

your face being pulled out of your very comfortable position to look at the boy in front of you in the eyes. his expression was questioning, still waiting for your answer.

he seemed to think for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and looking back at you with a pout. you smile before saying,

‘i’ve wanted to say it this whole two years. but i wanted to say it to your face more.’

his eyes widened and a contagious smile grew on his face, his eyes turning into crescents. rikis hands moved from their previous position to your cheeks, gently cupping them and continuing.

‘i’m glad you did’

riki kisses you sweetly but passionately, letting you know you are just where you are supposed to be in this moment.

‘i love you 3000’

©️Harufluff 2023 | Do not copy, repost, or claim any of my works.

send in soft hours!!

[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

You should be asleep. You should be rolling over right now, drooling on your pillow, dreaming of a romantic evening with some hot alpha male from a webtoon, and quietly farting (with glitter and rainbows, of course). But no. Of course not. Not when Satoru Gojo has a drama moment and demands an explanation from you.

"Gojo, I beg you, have mercy. We get up in the morning." You grumble, Gojo was just standing astride your sternum dressed in a pink nightgown. You both pretend not to see the little fashion show that Satoru is putting on for you. He has to try on all the doll clothes that will fit him. Women's, men's, unisex, classic, normal, festive or fancy - he has to try them all.

“You have a boyfriend?” His tone was like a parent who had caught his child smoking.

"Nooooo? I guess? It's complicated. Although I think he's already my fiancé." You frowned, thinking that this answer would calm him down, you simply closed your eyes.

Gojo felt his legs give way under his weight. In order not to show it, he simply sat cross-legged on your breastbone. Somewhere in the background, far, far away, he heard his tiny little heart breaking. He didn't know why. He didn't understand. When others said they were seeing someone, he didn't give a damn; when his sex friends said they were ending things because they were getting into a relationship, he responded with a shrug.

"Do you love him...?" He asked quietly, not looking at your face. He was afraid of the answer, but his ego effectively suppressed that fear.

"Hmm.... No." You replied firmly almost immediately. The vague constriction in his throat disappeared as soon as he removed his hand, and his heart began to beat more calmly. Why? Feeling his unspoken question, you sighed. You felt the light weight of his body against your chest. "Before you ask, I've known him for years. We met on some now-defunct manga-fucker forum. We share common interests and general clumsiness in life." You smiled to yourself. "we slept together a few times and stuff."

"Is he good?"

"He is nice, helpful..."

"in bed."

"Oh... Um... I don't know?" You blushed slightly.

".... What do you mean you don't know?"

"eh heh... You know.... I get more aroused reading fanfiction and watching hentai than... I mean, it's not bad... Is it normal? Ordinary? Without fireworks?" Gojo looked at you as if you were speaking to him in a forgotten dialect of ancient Aramaic. You watched him as he sat between your breasts on the print of the T-shirt you were sleeping in, with a serious expression on his face. "Sex in a relationship is not everything and that's something you should know best. For you guys it's more like a biological need."

"And fun."

"Okay, and fun" You smiled slightly. This was the first time you had this kind of conversation with Gojo, or with anyone really. You didn't have many real-world friends that weren't somehow related to jujutsu.

"Why don't you know if you're his fiancée?" Satoru asked further, being unsure whether one is in a relationship or not is something he has encountered in his life. More times than he would admit. Women often conflated sex with a relationship and he was introduced as a "partner" without even knowing it. So yeah. Gojo understands that you might not be sure.

"About half a year ago he proposed to me with a KFC set. I will never say no to food. I treated the proposal as a joke and ate the chicken. But ever since then, um... His mother asks about grandchildren, his grandmother tells how much money she has set aside for him, and he says something about a prenuptial agreement." You were now looking at Gojo as if he could explain your maybe-boyfriend's behavior.

Gojo didn't know what to say. He wanted to laugh, but at the same time he was so shocked that he could only look at you in equal consternation. If this guy took your "yes" seriously, it was the laziest proposal in the history of mankind. You deserved more. A perfect sunset, a violinist, roses, candles, a week-long spa. Gojo may have been a little romantic, but only a little. At least that was in the movies he watched because what does he know about true love? He would sooner sink into the ground than propose to you with a KFC nugget.

"Have you talked to him about this?"

"Yes?" Seeing his look you continued, "He said he was serious."

...Oh.

"Did you correct him?"

"um..." So no.

"Why?"

"do I have to answer?" You have to. You sighed heavily and hid your eyes behind your hand feeling the sleepiness demanding that you go to sleep. But you knew that Gojo wouldn't let you. "I assume that we are all alone. You are born alone, you die alone, no one will live your life for you. You are alone in the bag of bones that is your body. Precisely because, at a fundamental level, we are all alone, people seek others. Some people pair up, others join groups, associations, sects. They look for answers in religion, science. And the truth is that.. we are alone. All together we are alone."

Gojo could write a doctorate with distinction on loneliness. From his perspective, at the top you are alone, while the others were together. But when you told him that everyone is alone at the bottom... Paradoxically, he felt less lonely.

"But I wouldn't mind being alone with you." You mumbled, placing your hand on his. Gojo practically clung to it, craving your touch, your warmth, your body. He was now lying on your sternum. He felt your heartbeat beneath, your warm breath moving the strands of his hair. His cat tail curled around your ring finger.

In addition to the determination to return to his normal size, another feeling appeared in his little heart. Treat this lame guy with Purple. Then buy you a kids' set at McDonald's.

He dreamed he was kneeling before you at an anime convention, you were wearing a sexy version of Agumon's outfit. You agree.

It was one of the few beautiful dreams he had recently.

Next:

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 04: Smoke and Sinful Sushi

Leaning back casually, Velvette sat on a rundown brick wall, legs folded over, and basked in the red radiance of the horizon. She was wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses which she had snatched in passing from one of the many booths for tourists, all hell-born who visited the capital of hell for fun.

Next to her, Odette sat cross-legged on the wall. Between them lay a tattered plastic tray of supermarket sushi from the refrigerated section, the more or less fresh fish formerly a loan shark. Odette poked very skeptically at the sinful snack with her chopsticks. "The shark tastes awful!" Odette retched after shoving a single maki roll into her mouth. She felt her appetite dwindle away after just one bite. "I bet Auntie Rosie has the flawless recipe for loan shark... I'll ask her as soon as I get home. That stuff from the supermarket is seriously inedible..."

"I take it that the sushi is no match for Rosie's cooking skills?" Odette shook her head and Velvette laughed out loud. "Can I try a sip of your coffee?" she asked, pointing to the drink in Odette's hand.

"Please..." Odette held the straw up to Velvette. "The coffee's too sweet for me anyway. Not my taste…"

Velvette sipped Odette's frappuccino. Sweet blended with bitter and the cold cream made the hot coffee taste insanely pleasant before both melted and merged on her tongue. "Does this direct swapping of spit count as an indirect kiss?" Velvette raised her eyebrows flirtatiously and gave Odette a challenging look as Odette completely abandoned her frappuccino to Velvette's hungry craving for sugar, who immediately devoured the cold coffee and caffeine with relish. "Do you know anything about what's up between your mother and Rosie?"

Odette answered her question with a surprised arch of her brows. "There's something between my mother and Auntie Rosie?" she responded in all seriousness. "Do you suspect there's something romantic between them?"

"I was quite sure we were sitting in the same meeting just hours ago..." Velvette smacked her forehead with the flat of her hand. "No, I think they're just roommates, really good friends or something..."

Annoyed, Odette rolled her eyes. "You're pretty mean, Velvette..."

"Thank you!" Velvette laughed louder, her voice sounding heavy and laced with cigarette smoke. She pulled a half-filled pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of her beloved vest. Smoking had become a bad habit of hers during her lifetime. She took one of the seemingly harmless looking things out of the flat package. Sighing, she pushed it between her intense black lips and without having to say another word to Odette, she held out the flat of her hand. Odette gave her a lighter. Velvette carefully protected the sensitive flame from the wind with her hand and easily got the end to glow before handing the lighter back to Odette and taking a deep, satisfying drag from her cigarette.

Odette scrunched up her nose. "If my mother smells the cigarette smoke on my clothes and in my hair, she'll absolutely know I've been out with you." With mock disgust and a deprecating grimace, she quickly pulled the hem of her top over the tip of her nose to at least get some roughly filtered air to breathe. "She says you're a bad influence..."

"Me and a bad influence?" gasped Velvette feigning. "I'm not a bad influence..." she pouted and offered Odette her cigarette. "Luckily parents aren't always right," she smirked as Odette took the glowing cigarette from Velvette's hand, took a single drag and nodded in affirmation. She exhaled the warm smoke and passed Velvette her cigarette back.

"Sometimes I can't stand the obnoxious smell of cigarette smoke at all..." said Odette. She caught Velvette's gaze and met it back, a slight smile curling on her lips. She shook her head in amazement and tried to banish a thought. "If my mother knew that I was sitting on this wall right now with you, the Velvette of the Three Vees, eating cheap sushi, she would crucify me..." she whispered. "But I think you might be worth it."

"Don't worry... I know a very simple solution to this problem. A rope, some bin bags, a shovel and a deep hole in the garden," Velvette joked. Velvette wailed in agony as Odette jabbed her elbow between her ribs without a single scrap of mercy. "Pretty and intelligent girls fall under bad influences and indulge in physical violence against their innocent fellow beings... This hellish society is truly cursed..."

"Drama queen!" Odette crooned.

Velvette indicated a bow and took a last long drag from her cigarette, which she held piqued between two fingertips. She held the biting, burning smoke in her lungs for a brief moment before exhaling. She savored the taste of tobacco and cream in her mouth as she finished the last remnants of Odette's frappuccino and then stubbed out the stale cigarette butt on the rough bricks.

"Are we going to catch something edible?" Velvette held out her hand to Odette.

Odette casted a skeptical sideways glance at the untouched remains of the sushi. "You pay!" she announced and took Velvette's hand. She followed her and intertwined their fingers.

As they passed a trash can, Velvette disposed of her pack of cigarettes, unnoticed by Odette.

"Which color do you like better?" Velvette held out the back of her painted hand to Odette. She presented her with the different colors of lipstick she had picked up in the department for all kinds of make-up utensils in a small drugstore, the two of them were stuck standing in front of the shelves. Velvette still held the labeled testers in her other hand while she looked at Odette expectantly and waited for her honest opinion.

Odette frowned questioningly. "You already wear similar shades of red in your clothes, they clash, and does the pink have to be with glitter? Too much glitter looks really cheap..."

"Never mind..." Velvette grumbled, slightly offended, and wiped the stains off the back of her hand with a tissue. "What do you think about this black?" She pulled another lipstick from one of the many colorful compartments. She twisted it open and held it next to her face to check it out.

Odette took a step back and carefully checked Velvette out from top to bottom while she considered and then nodded resolutely. An awe-struck smile graced her lips. "Drop dead gorgeous! Uhm... I mean, that color would look fantastic on you!"

"Thanks!" Velvette smirked and put all the testers back before grabbing a foil-wrapped lipstick in the right color.

"Everything all right?" asked Velvette curiously as she spread their purchases out on the checkout conveyor belt, black lipstick for Velvette and chocolate cookies for Odette. In her mind, Velvette made a mental note that these delicious delights were Odette's favorite.

Silently, Odette stared at her phone screen, many missed calls and message after message from her worried mother lit up. "What did you say?" Confused, she shifted her gaze to Velvette. A guilty conscience was written all over her face, it marred it.

"Uhm... I asked you a question," Velvette tried to repeat. "Do you think the glue under the stickers on the apples in the supermarket has different tastes?" Velvette searched in her pockets for money. She handed the crumpled bills to the cashier, who wrapped their purchases in a plastic bag.

"I don't know..." Odette shrugged her shoulders as Velvette grabbed the plastic bag and held the swinging door open for her. "You need to try it out?" They left the store.

Between the tall buildings and cold facades, the shadows grew in the fading light. The first streetlights switched on.

"What do you want to do next?" Velvette wanted to know.

Odette glanced back at the screen of her phone, worried. "I think I have to go home..." she huffed. Insecurely, she adjusted the glasses on the tip of her nose.

"Oh..." Flustered, Velvette scratched the back of her head. She saw Carmilla Carmine's name flash up again and again. "Would you like me to walk you home?" Suddenly, Odette pulled Velvette by her hand into the nearest alley. She felt the rough surface of the bricks dig into her back as Odette gently pushed her against the wall. She felt her breath on her skin, the warmth of her hands traveling over her body, and again Velvette lost herself hopelessly in the deep crimson of her eyes.

"By Lucifer... Could you fucking stop gawking so fucking romantically at me all the fucking time?" breathed Odette, usually she never sweared so much. She carefully took the plastic bag from her sweaty hands, poured the contents down at her feet and draped it over Velvette's head.

"What are you-"

Odette cut off her sentence, instead she closed her eyes and cupped Velvettes cheeks. Softly, she placed her lips on hers and kissed her delicately through the plastic of the bag. Taken a bit by surprise, Velvette quickly returned the kiss, her heart hammering in her chest and the blood rushing in her ears.

Odette broke away from her lips. "I-I'm sorry..." she murmured, her voice a faltering whisper. She hesitated and shook her head. "I can't really kiss you yet..." Odette suddenly whisked a pen out of her pocket. She pulled off the cap and wrote her number on the back of Velvette's hand. "I have to go home, but when we meet again, you'll get a real kiss," she promised. "Thank you, Velvette... The day was really lovely."

Odette sent her a parting smile, but then she had quickly disappeared from the alley and Velvette's field of vision.

Lost in thought, Velvette waved to her, struggling to sort out her scattered mind. "Okay..." mumbled Velvette. Speechless, she stared at the combination of numbers on the back of her hand. Her heart was still hammering like crazy in her chest.

Chapter 05: